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What If: CHAPTER 2 // = AU
"What the-" said Harry. He looked up from the newspaper and looked around. There were various objects and people around the room looked oddly see- through. Harry turned to Ron, who's face showed a look of terror.
"What's happening?" Ron Whispered sounding
"We've got to get to Dumbledore!" said Hermione. For the second time that day, the Griffindors ran down to the entrance hall. As they left the room they didn't notice the newspaper and several other objects vanish completely.
Dumbledore was again addressing the school and a gang of people that lived in Hogsmead who obviously thought that they would be safer near the headmaster.
"The teachers and I have been spending the time since the incident last night trying to decide what exactly is transpiring here. However we have only one theory. There IS nothing going on. Our world is fading away for no apparent reason. We believe that this is being caused by a being outside of our universe."
Harry and Ron looked at each other in confusion.
"We must do a spell. It will require the magic of everyone here to do it. I will ask all of you to point your wands at the empty part of the hall over there and repeat the spell after me. An image of whatever is causing this will appear in that space. OK, repeat after me -"
"Reveal the enemy we face
be it good, evil, live or dead
Let us see
So mote it be"
(A/N sorry guys)
The hall echoed with the voices chorusing the spell. A faint glow of light appeared in the space. The glow grew, until the 3D image of a room appeared.
Harry gasped, it was his room at the Dursley's! The bedroom door swung open and a person entered. There were noises of shock from Harry's classmates, as the person who entered the room switched the light on. It was Harry Potter!
// Harry walked over to the window and gazed out. Harry rubbed absently at a large bruise that was on his cheek.
Harry sat on his bed and pulled out a piece of paper. He began drawing. The first sketch was of a broomstick. The second was a picture of Hagrid's hut. Harry didn't notice as Dudley Dursley entered the room.
"What ARE you doing?" Dudley asked, snatching the paper from Harry. He looked at the pictures "Drawing pictures! Tell me Harry, when are they letting you out of nursery school?" Harry looked up at his cousin and said with a neutral expression on his face
"Go away Dudley." Harry then, ignoring the fact that Dudlay hadn't moved an inch, lay down on the bed and stared at the ceiling.
"No, I think I'll stay." Said Dudley. The bruise on Harry's face caught his eye.
"Burn the dinner again?"
"No. I just.singed it." Harry said
"Huh. If it wasn't for you we'd have a proper cook, and a cleaner. My parents would be so much happier without you around to ruin everything!" "Really?!" said Harry, standing up to face Dudley. "Yeah. Maybe I should remedy the situation!" Dudley raised his fist and took a swing at Harry, who dodged, and moved across the room. Dudley followed and pushed Harry against the wall. His eyes fell on the notebook that harry had thrown and he picked it up.
"Harry Potter and the Order of the Pheonix" Dudley read aloud, he then opened the book at a random page and began to read. "As Harry was walking out of Zonko's with his friends - Friends Potter? - he noticed Hagrid and professor McGonagall walking towards them "Ready for the qutdditch match Harry" Hagrid asked. "If the team win against Revenclaw we could get the cup again" McGonagall added"
Dudley stopped reading and looked up at Harry, a cruel smile playing across his face "You've written a story about yourself! Only where you have friends and are good at sport! You are such a looser!" Dudley threw the book at Harry and left the room laughing. //
The hall was filled with stunned faces. Hermione muttered in Harry's ear "That's exactly what happened last Hogsmead visit!"
//Harry slumped to the floor and flipped through the notebook. The then pulled out an old shoeboxfrom under his bed and opened it. The box was full of pieces of paper and other notebooks. Some were sellotaped together to look like one long book. The thickest by far was one labelled "Harry Potter and The Goblet Of Fire".//
There were gasps around the room. Dumbledore was looking oddly at Harry, who's face was pale. Eventually a look of understanding came upon Dumbledore.
// Harry began to cry. Years and years of meticulous work lay before him. It had been such a nice fantasy. Him, a famous hero, surrounded by friends and people who wanted nothing more than to keep him safe from the horrors of the world. He was powerful, sporty and special. Not like the real world. The world where Harry was a boy nobody noticed, who had no friends, whose teachers ignored. The boy who lost.
Even in the fantace there were bad things. Draco Malfoy - Dudley. Wormtail - aunt Petunia, the woman who had betrayed her sister by mistreating her son. And Voldemort - a mix of all the bad things in Harry's life. Voldemort was the car crash that killed Harry's parents, Voldemort was everything Harry was denied, meals, toys, family. Most of all Voldemort was Uncle Vernon, he who must not be named, the ultimate evil.
Harry picked up The Order of the Pheonix and began to rip pages out of it, which he then shredded. It was the end. Time to grow up and accept his real life.//
The ground shook again. Most of the furniture and portraits in the hall had vanished. Less than half of the people standing in the hall were still not see - through. Dumbledore ended the spell to 'see the enemy' and began to talk.
"There are billions upon billions of people in the multiverse that have written stories. Many of these are just tales told between groups of people for entertainment or to spread a message - but occasionally someone writes a story about a world in such intricate detail that it exists as a universe in it's own right. That is what has happened here. It appears that this world and every soul that lives in it has come from the imagination of a single mind. The mind of Harry Potter."
Everyone in the hall was looking at Harry apprehensively.
"The Harry Potter that invented this world did so for reasons we can only guess at. But one thing we do know. He has stopped before finishing it. If Harry doesn't finish we will cease to exist. He needs to write a future. Even a happile ever after nay be enough for our universe to continue. So I turn to the main character. Harry what should we do?"
"I- I Don't know"
"Harry please. You may not bee able to see into this boy's mind but you are most likely to understand him."
"I - he wrote this story. Not me." (Why though? Harry thought) "He made me famous, important" The Slytherins glared at him.
"Go on.." Dumbledore prompted "So maybe that's what he wants. I mean he made me grow up with the Dursleys - maybe so that I'd understand some of the feeling of being an insignificant freak who's presence in the Dursleys house was unwelcome that's how they made me feel anyway.. I was desperate to have at least one person look at me in a caring way when I was little."
Harry stopped and took a few deep breaths before continuing
"Maybe if we convince him that this world is real.we could convince him to keep writing. I mean what's more special than the creation of an entire universe?"
"Yes." Said Dumbledore, obviously thinking quickly. "Harry. Who would you be most likely to believe?"
"Hagrid. Or Ron and Hermione. I trust them above anyone else."
What If: CHAPTER 2 // = AU
"What the-" said Harry. He looked up from the newspaper and looked around. There were various objects and people around the room looked oddly see- through. Harry turned to Ron, who's face showed a look of terror.
"What's happening?" Ron Whispered sounding
"We've got to get to Dumbledore!" said Hermione. For the second time that day, the Griffindors ran down to the entrance hall. As they left the room they didn't notice the newspaper and several other objects vanish completely.
Dumbledore was again addressing the school and a gang of people that lived in Hogsmead who obviously thought that they would be safer near the headmaster.
"The teachers and I have been spending the time since the incident last night trying to decide what exactly is transpiring here. However we have only one theory. There IS nothing going on. Our world is fading away for no apparent reason. We believe that this is being caused by a being outside of our universe."
Harry and Ron looked at each other in confusion.
"We must do a spell. It will require the magic of everyone here to do it. I will ask all of you to point your wands at the empty part of the hall over there and repeat the spell after me. An image of whatever is causing this will appear in that space. OK, repeat after me -"
"Reveal the enemy we face
be it good, evil, live or dead
Let us see
So mote it be"
(A/N sorry guys)
The hall echoed with the voices chorusing the spell. A faint glow of light appeared in the space. The glow grew, until the 3D image of a room appeared.
Harry gasped, it was his room at the Dursley's! The bedroom door swung open and a person entered. There were noises of shock from Harry's classmates, as the person who entered the room switched the light on. It was Harry Potter!
// Harry walked over to the window and gazed out. Harry rubbed absently at a large bruise that was on his cheek.
Harry sat on his bed and pulled out a piece of paper. He began drawing. The first sketch was of a broomstick. The second was a picture of Hagrid's hut. Harry didn't notice as Dudley Dursley entered the room.
"What ARE you doing?" Dudley asked, snatching the paper from Harry. He looked at the pictures "Drawing pictures! Tell me Harry, when are they letting you out of nursery school?" Harry looked up at his cousin and said with a neutral expression on his face
"Go away Dudley." Harry then, ignoring the fact that Dudlay hadn't moved an inch, lay down on the bed and stared at the ceiling.
"No, I think I'll stay." Said Dudley. The bruise on Harry's face caught his eye.
"Burn the dinner again?"
"No. I just.singed it." Harry said
"Huh. If it wasn't for you we'd have a proper cook, and a cleaner. My parents would be so much happier without you around to ruin everything!" "Really?!" said Harry, standing up to face Dudley. "Yeah. Maybe I should remedy the situation!" Dudley raised his fist and took a swing at Harry, who dodged, and moved across the room. Dudley followed and pushed Harry against the wall. His eyes fell on the notebook that harry had thrown and he picked it up.
"Harry Potter and the Order of the Pheonix" Dudley read aloud, he then opened the book at a random page and began to read. "As Harry was walking out of Zonko's with his friends - Friends Potter? - he noticed Hagrid and professor McGonagall walking towards them "Ready for the qutdditch match Harry" Hagrid asked. "If the team win against Revenclaw we could get the cup again" McGonagall added"
Dudley stopped reading and looked up at Harry, a cruel smile playing across his face "You've written a story about yourself! Only where you have friends and are good at sport! You are such a looser!" Dudley threw the book at Harry and left the room laughing. //
The hall was filled with stunned faces. Hermione muttered in Harry's ear "That's exactly what happened last Hogsmead visit!"
//Harry slumped to the floor and flipped through the notebook. The then pulled out an old shoeboxfrom under his bed and opened it. The box was full of pieces of paper and other notebooks. Some were sellotaped together to look like one long book. The thickest by far was one labelled "Harry Potter and The Goblet Of Fire".//
There were gasps around the room. Dumbledore was looking oddly at Harry, who's face was pale. Eventually a look of understanding came upon Dumbledore.
// Harry began to cry. Years and years of meticulous work lay before him. It had been such a nice fantasy. Him, a famous hero, surrounded by friends and people who wanted nothing more than to keep him safe from the horrors of the world. He was powerful, sporty and special. Not like the real world. The world where Harry was a boy nobody noticed, who had no friends, whose teachers ignored. The boy who lost.
Even in the fantace there were bad things. Draco Malfoy - Dudley. Wormtail - aunt Petunia, the woman who had betrayed her sister by mistreating her son. And Voldemort - a mix of all the bad things in Harry's life. Voldemort was the car crash that killed Harry's parents, Voldemort was everything Harry was denied, meals, toys, family. Most of all Voldemort was Uncle Vernon, he who must not be named, the ultimate evil.
Harry picked up The Order of the Pheonix and began to rip pages out of it, which he then shredded. It was the end. Time to grow up and accept his real life.//
The ground shook again. Most of the furniture and portraits in the hall had vanished. Less than half of the people standing in the hall were still not see - through. Dumbledore ended the spell to 'see the enemy' and began to talk.
"There are billions upon billions of people in the multiverse that have written stories. Many of these are just tales told between groups of people for entertainment or to spread a message - but occasionally someone writes a story about a world in such intricate detail that it exists as a universe in it's own right. That is what has happened here. It appears that this world and every soul that lives in it has come from the imagination of a single mind. The mind of Harry Potter."
Everyone in the hall was looking at Harry apprehensively.
"The Harry Potter that invented this world did so for reasons we can only guess at. But one thing we do know. He has stopped before finishing it. If Harry doesn't finish we will cease to exist. He needs to write a future. Even a happile ever after nay be enough for our universe to continue. So I turn to the main character. Harry what should we do?"
"I- I Don't know"
"Harry please. You may not bee able to see into this boy's mind but you are most likely to understand him."
"I - he wrote this story. Not me." (Why though? Harry thought) "He made me famous, important" The Slytherins glared at him.
"Go on.." Dumbledore prompted "So maybe that's what he wants. I mean he made me grow up with the Dursleys - maybe so that I'd understand some of the feeling of being an insignificant freak who's presence in the Dursleys house was unwelcome that's how they made me feel anyway.. I was desperate to have at least one person look at me in a caring way when I was little."
Harry stopped and took a few deep breaths before continuing
"Maybe if we convince him that this world is real.we could convince him to keep writing. I mean what's more special than the creation of an entire universe?"
"Yes." Said Dumbledore, obviously thinking quickly. "Harry. Who would you be most likely to believe?"
"Hagrid. Or Ron and Hermione. I trust them above anyone else."