A/N I don't own Harry Potter nor do I own Vampire diaries

Chapter 1

Department of Mysteries

Harry flung herself sideways as Neville took aim again and shouted:

"STUPEFY!"

The jet of red light flew right over the Death Eaters shoulder and hit a glass-fronted cabinet on the wall full of variously shaped hour-glasses; the cabinet fell to the floor and exploded in a shower of glittering sand and debris, throwing everyone back.

Harry screamed as she collided with a display case full of unknown magical items. The glass shattered upon impact. Various shards pierced her back, Harry choked on blood and sand, landing in a heap.

"Harry!" Someone screamed as if from far away. Harry clenched her fist around her wand, attempting to get her barrings.

It was not to be, blood-soaked the items surrounding her and they began to glow. The glowing increased to a blinding light. Harry closed her eyes as the light became scorching hot. Her face was on fire. Screams echoed through the chamber as something grabbed Harry around the middle and pulled.

Her eyes were clenched tightly as she went airborne. Her friends screamed out desperately.

Soon their voices faded as Harry felt herself get pulled further and further away. Her hair whipped harshly against her face and abused, glass ridden back.

Her face stung and she could feel blood dripping down her cheeks. Debris from the explosion must have got her face without her knowing. Her nails dug into the soft palms of her hand that gripped her wand.

She could feel her magic pulsing as the wind whipped around her, it was so loud. It felt as if she was in the heart of a cyclone. She tumbled and was tossed around like a rag doll. The wind battering relentlessly into her body.

Her mouth was wide open, her screams devoured by the terrible gale. Fear filled her heart as she clawed at her magical core. Begging her magic to save her. Forcing it into her wand in the hope it would do something. Anything to get her out of the torture.

Her lightning bolt scar split open, warm blood tore from her forehead, her wand became hot, unbearably so and she screamed. Tears drying as fast as they came.

She tried to release it, but she couldn't.

It was melting into her hand. Would her torture go on forever? Would there be an end? Peeling her eyes open was a mistake.

She was falling, through lights, stars, and space. The trinkets surrounded her, not as many as before. Even now she could see that they were disintegrating one by one. Only three were left. Two. Would her suffering finally end when the last one faded away? One.

Zero. The last one exploded in fire and a familiar song. She tried to shield her face but couldn't move her arms from the force of the surrounding wind. She collided harshly with what seemed to be ground. Her body skidding and flipping.

Crashing through underbrush, grass, leaves, and dirt. Until finally she came to rest on her back at the base of a giant tree. Her body stopping just before her head hit the trunk. Breathing shakily in relief of her sudden freedom from the magical torture.

Tears leaked from her eyes as a gentle wind brushed her face whilst she gazed into the night sky. Stars glittered above her, the gentle light filtering through the large oak leaves.

Tilting her head to the side, she observed where she had landed. It was a forest, lush with vegetation and thick with trees.

She turned her head the other way to see that she seemed to be deep in whatever forest she had landed in. Too far away from civilization to seek help for her injuries.

Harry stared back up at the sky as a sense of hopelessness filled her. Her body was numb, she knew that wasn't a good sign. Already her vision was tunneling. She could feel the ground beneath her becoming warm. She was loosing too much blood. She was getting warm.

She had to get up. She could feel her magic bubbling beneath her skin. She had to save herself. She was sweating.

Her friends still needed her. Her insides suddenly felt like they were boiling. She felt like she was on fire and then quite suddenly she was. Her mind screamed out in denial. Her vision faded to black.

The next time Harry regained consciousness, it was to a deep feeling of peace. The pain was gone, her body felt light and she could no longer feel anything piercing her body. Opening her eyes, she noticed that she was no longer beneath the tree from before.

White mist surrounded her and after a moment she realized she was unclothed. This didn't bother her, for she was sure she was alone. Sitting up, she glanced around but the white glowing mist was everywhere.

Tilting her head, she thought perhaps she would like to dress. Just as suddenly as she thought that a white dress and undergarments appeared folded before her.

Blinking, she shrugged and put them on before standing gingerly. Smiling when there was no pain, she spun around attempting to see through the mist.

As she concentrated on it, the mist began to fade away revealing a large room with a domed crystal ceiling. Glass panels decorated the walls and glittering Gothic tiles filled the floor. In the center of the room was a bench and on that bench sat a woman patiently waiting to be acknowledged by Harry.

After taking in everything within the room with her eyes, Harry finally noticed the woman who looked at her with a gentle and loving smile.

Harry gasped, for the woman was beautiful. Her hair, red like flames, and eyes a stunning emerald green. Tears filled Harry's eyes as she stared at the woman.

"Mum?" Harry choked out.

"Hello, my Harry." Lily Evans greeted. Her eyes loving as she held out a hand for her daughter.

"Mum!" Harry cried as she raced over and threw herself into her mother's waiting arms. Harry sobbed as she held the woman who gave her life. Lily shushed and soothed her daughter, her fingers combing through her thick raven locks that shimmered a dark red in the light.

When finally Harry cried herself out she looked up at her mother. Her eyes tracing every inch of her mother's face in exuberance.

"Am I dead?" Harry asked. Lily chuckled at her daughter's expression. Her eyes warm.

"No, sweetheart," Lily replied.

"What? Then how?" Came Harry's confused reply.

"In the department of Mysteries your blood activated some experiments that the unspeakables were working on, that mixed with the timesand did something unprecedented." Explained the older witch.

"Wha..?" Questioned Harry, her forehead scrunched in confusion.

"You were tossed into another dimension." Said Lily as she rubbed the pads of her fingers across Harry's cheeks.

"What?! I have to get back. My friends are in danger. I.." Harry scrambled off the bench. Her hands pulling at her hair in anxiety.

"I'm afraid that isn't possible dear." Lily calmly replied as she stood.

"Why not?!" Shrieked Harry in a panic. Lily gently grasped Harry's face. Her hands cupping her cheeks.

"Traveling between dimensions can't be done without consequence. You have already experienced that first hand. One single person can't perform the spell necessary to travel dimensions.

It requires a large amount of magical power and the sacrifice of a life. Plus those who travel dimensions are irrevocably changed.

It has been reported by those that have successfully gone through using communication devices that their magics were chaotic. Sometimes those that traveled became squibs.

Therefore once you hop dimensions you're stuck. It is a one-way trip I'm afraid." Lily gently explained. Using her thumbs to wipe away her daughter's tears.

"But…my friends. I have to try!" Whimpered Harry. Her pain-filled eyes pleading with her mother.

"My sweet child, it's too late. The time of Voldemort and his reign of terror has come and gone. Time moves differently in this world your in compared to ours."

"What?" Whispered Harry in disbelief. It felt like all she could do was ask that question. Her mind was in shambles. No, it can't be true. She thought.

"I'm sorry Harry," Lily said gently. Her fingers rubbing circles on her cheeks. Harry shuddered. Her breath becoming short. Lily brought Harry into her arms before she began to hyperventilate. Harry took comfort in the feel of her mother's embrace.

"Did they suffer? Did Voldemort win?" Harry asked quietly. Dreading the answer but desperate for it all the same.

"Oh, Harry…" Lily murmured, pained.

"Please…I need to know." Begged Harry. Lily looked down at her daughter's pleading eyes and caved.

"Once you disappeared, the Order appeared shortly after and rescued your friends. Ron died that day. One of the death eaters sent him into another unspeakable experiment that killed him.

He died quickly. He didn't suffer. The rest of your friends were bruised and had some broken bones. Those were easily fixed. Dumbledore returned them to the castle. They, angry at the loss of both you and Ron, ordered every magical book they could find.

They trained in all forms of magic they could and became a well-oiled machine. They rose up to become the pinnacle opposition to Voldemort and his ilk. Neville taking over leadership. The magical world was at war for 7 years before finally Neville and Dumbledore killed Voldemort.

Many of your friends died, but they died for what they believed in. They fought the good fight. The rest lived long and fulfilling lives after the war was won. They are all at peace now." Lily finished. They were both quiet for a time while Harry absorbed the information she was just given.

"Can you tell them I'm sorry for everything. I love them." Harry asked some time later.

"Oh sweet one, they already know. You have nothing to be sorry for." Lily replied.

Harry inwardly thought she had everything to be sorry for, but figured her mother would just disagree so she kept her silence.

"You said I'm not dead…but you also said one can't travel dimensions without a sacrifice of a life. So how?" Harry asked.

"You had a piece of Voldemort's soul in your scar," Lily said bluntly.

"What?!" Gasped Harry, making to pull away but Lily just hugged her tighter.

"Peace child. It's gone now. Once you wake, you will also experience changes to your body." Lily explained.

"What has happened to me? My magic? Will I be a squib?!" Harry asked, panicked. Her magic was everything to her. She didn't think she could live without it.

"I don't know. I don't know which world you traveled to, nor do I know the extent of damage done to your body and magical core. I was only able to see that you crossed the barrier between worlds. We are not able to see beyond it." Lily patiently explained. Suddenly the room began to fill with mist again.

"..."

"It seems as if my time with you is at its end," Lily said reluctantly as the mist grew thicker.

"No! I don't want to go. I want to stay with you!" Harry shouted and held desperately to her mother.

"Oh, sweetheart. I would love nothing more than to have you in my arms forever, but more than anything I don't want you to join your father and I when you have barely begun to live." Lily said firmly.

"But." Harry protested.

"No, Harry. Live. Promise me. You'll go out and make friends. Fall in love and enjoy life. Your father, Sirius, Remus and I, including all your friends want this for you, Harry. Once you have lived a full and happy life, only then do I want to see you on the otherside. Do I make myself clear young lady." Harry's mother said sternly.

"Yes, mum." Harry meekly replied. Her eyes were sad. Lily smiled.

"Good. Now my dear. It's time to wake up." Lily replied and kissed Harry's forehead.

Everything went white.

Then Harry woke up.