Switching Places
Chapter Six
Disclaimer - All the characters from the Potterverse belong the JK Rowlings.
The three Gryffindors left Dumbledore's office and slipped away from the main hallway to favor the less frequented passages and secret short cuts they had discovered during their time at Hogwarts (and help from the Marauders Map).
Harry glanced at his two companions, unsure of what to say. Hermione seemed deep in thought and Ron looked more than a little lost. They were so much like the people he knew, yet they weren't. They were like actors practicing their roles and trying to get into character. They were similar...yet not the same.
When they emerged from under a tapestry and into a more trafficked corridor Harry's eyes were drawn to the familiar walls graced with paintings and artifacts he did not recognize. The stone was the same, the structure no different - it was the same hall he had run down when he was late, the same one he had wandered down when lost...caught Ron kissing Hermione after curfew... It was so similar! But it was slightly off... This belonged to another Harry and other people he didn't know. Would he ever get over this?
"Come on, the Portrait is at the end of the hallway," Hermione waved for the two boys to hurry up. When Harry hung back to gawk she hissed at him, "We mustn't be seen!"
Harry's attention snapped to her, his eyes narrowing slightly in annoyance, but he caught up to them and they entered the tower and ran up to the fifth year boys' dorm.
Ron entered the room first with Hermione closing the door and locking it securely behind them. The Fred and George had been trying to cheer Ron up with a series of jinxed candy and it would not do for either of them to walk in until everything was sorted out.
The boys sat on Ron's bed while Hermione dragged over a chair. She steepled her fingers and looked at Harry with watery eyes. "You look so much like him," she murmured sadly.
Harry was freaked out to no end. The idea of having Hermione as a girlfriend was right up there with quitting the quidditch team: it was unthinkable. Yet she kept giving him that look. If a girl looked at him like that he knew at least one of three things would happen: 1. The girl would cry, 2. The girl would say she was disappointed in him, or 3. The girl would kiss him. She hadn't known him (verses him) long enough to be disappointed...maybe she would cry.
Harry gave her a nervous smile. He would have to ask Ron later about who was with whom. There had to be a logical explanation for her behavior, yet logic kept handing him answers he didn't want.
Hermione wiped at her eyes and sat up straight in her chair. "You both remember what Dumbledore said about when the Press and Ministry come and what we're supposed to do?" she asked in a lecturing tone.
Ron nodded, "With the press we're to hang back, be supportive and say no more than that we're relieved Harry is back."
Both pairs of eyes looked expectantly at Harry. Harry stared back blankly.
"And your part, Harry?" prompted Hermione.
Harry smiled a winsome smile at her, "That there was an inter-dimensional switch and swap and I'm just a kid along for the ride?"
"Be serious!"
Harry looked mildly confused, "What are we supposed to tell them?"
"Did you pay no attention to Dumbledore?"
Yes, Harry smiled sheepishly at her.
"Well, why not?" demanded Ron, "He was talking about some important stuff back there!"
Harry looked away and mumbled, "I was a little preoccupied at the time..."
Hermione's gaze softened, "I understand. We're supposed to be kept away from those interlopers anyway. That was just a precaution in case someone slipped past Dumbledore. Why don't we get a few things settled and figure out what to do about your scar."
Harry blinked. "My scar?"
"Our Harry has a scar on his forehead from when he defeated You-Know-Who...the first time," supplied Ron.
"No, I don't know who. What are you talking about?"
"Voldemort," Hermione said as she reached out and traced a jagged line on his forehead, "It was right here and shaped like lightning."
Harry stared at her with obvious nervousness. Ron's girlfriend was touching his forehead! She looked ready to cry! (Do not kiss me...Do not kiss me...) Why was she here anyway?
Ron must have noticed his discomfort since he cleared his throat and spoke loudly, "And we have to do something about your hair."
That shook Hermione right out of her reverie, "Yes," she looked at him critically, "Either we say he got a hair cut or grow it out with a spell." After a moment of thought she added, "We need to fix his glasses too."
---*---
About a half hour later Harry was standing beside his counterpart's bed while Hermione made her final adjustments to enlarge the robes. For someone who was supposed to be his duplicate the other Harry was shorter and smaller than him. How odd.
Harry had transfigured his glasses to match those in a picture on the shelf and Ron's specifications. Did that other Harry truly like these glasses? For him, they sat too high up on his nose and were definitely not fashionable. His hair was longer now too. That took several tries: first Hermione grew it too long, then Ron cut it unevenly. Next thing he knew it was too short again and Hermione had to redo the spell. It was very frustrating.
And finally there was that new mark on his forehead. Hermione had said it was a curse scar, from Avada Kedavra of all curses. That made the least sense of anything he'd seen here, and the normal things were confusing enough! How could someone survive the Death Curse? Well, curse scar or not, it had to be touched up every week or so. This spell was normally used for temporary tattoos and lasted about two weeks, but if he touched it up regularly he didn't have to worry about it fading away.
"All done," Hermione chirped as she stood and brushed off her robes.
"Not bad, not bad," Ron grinned.
Hermione looked at her watch, "We've missed lunch," she sighed.
"I'll go get something from the kitchens then," volunteered Ron.
Hermione nodded in agreement. Harry, doing some quick thinking, blurted, "I'll come with you!" Their attention snapped to him (Ok, so he spoke a little too loudly). "Well...I want to see if anything else is different so I don't make anymore mistakes."
That seemed like an acceptable answer to the other teens. A few moments later Harry and Ron were waving good-bye to Hermione who told them she would wait for them in the common room.
---*---
James Potter leaned on the administrator's desk as clipboard after clipboard was handed to him. His quill flew over the parchment, signing on one dotted line after another. All of them were Hospital bills and insurance papers from Harry's attack.
Most people would wait a while before facing something like this, but James Potter wasn't like most people. The sooner this was taken care of the better.
With the final paper signed, James gave his good-byes to the doctors and went back to Harry's room. He wanted so much to stay there and be with his son. But the world wasn't going to stop just because of this. There were other things that still needed to be done. He had two other children who needed attention and support in addition to a wife and mother whose heart would be broken if anything more happened to her babies.
And above all else he had to find out what happened to Harry. If it was a malicious attempt...
James gripped the handle bar on the side of the bed, unable to finish that thought. He gazed sadly at his son. He looked so peaceful. They always look peaceful. Nothing can hurt him wherever he's gone. Just...come back...come back to us.
James turned around and left the room. He gave a final wave to the nurses on the floor and made his way to the exit. Once outside he walked passed the parking lot, carefully trimmed shrubbery, a Freya Burian's Flora florist delivery truck and enter St. Mungo's apparition area. He took his wand from the depths of his robes and was gone.
---*---
Gilbert McGlenn drove up to the front of St. Mungo's Hospital exactly fifteen minutes after he saw a certain James Potter pass his truck. He took one last swig from his canteen before going into the back to get the floral arrangement that was his reason for being at the hospital.
A few minutes later he was beyond the nurses station of the children's ward. Shortly after that he entered Harry Potter's private room. He gingerly placed the flowers on a side table, fixing any flowers that had slipped from the magically glued spots and made sure the card was visible.
A quick look over his shoulder told him that no one was in the hall. He stood over the unconscious boy, like any other visitor would, quietly watching to boy sleep. Yet he wasn't just any visitor.
He removed a small, brown packet from his pocket, ripped the top open, and dumped it into the magical medical field. The green powder spread quickly throughout the field causing an immediate reaction from Harry. The boy's face contorted in pain and his breath came in short gasps, like a fish on land. With a swift kick to the magical machinery behind the bed McGlenn dislodged the connection that powered Harry's life support system.
He smiled, satisfied with his work. To an observer it would be a hopeful smile that would make you smile in return. It looked like he was smiling because he knew that the person in bed would recover from this little bump on the road of life. You'd never suspect the sadistic reality behind that smile.
Indeed, no one did suspect and Gilbert McGlenn was able to exit the ward. He was not met with resistance, but quick nods and a wave or two. He was in the lobby of the first floor when Harry flat lined. So he never saw the nurses or doctors scrambling to save the son of a popular politician. He never got to see the chaos he caused, though surely it would have made him smile again.
---*---
It was with subdued happiness the Potter celebrated Christmas with their closest friends. The infamous Marauders sat off by themselves deep in discussion. Their wives and other female friends were busy in the kitchen having their own meeting while they helped the house elves finish dinner. The children ran about the tree laughing and shrieking in Christmas delight.
Remus and Peter sat in comfortable wingback chairs while Sirius and James sat on the couch. Sirius had his arm around James in commiseration. Little was exchanged between the men, they just enjoyed the sense of camaraderie that seeped through the masked worry. Their previous conversation had been interrupted by Peter's daughter who, having just discovered the wonders of running (she skipped walking entirely), came up to show off the new toy she had. The men laughed and played with her until the other children beckoned her back to their own groups.
Now they were unwilling to pick up where they had left off. So they sat in silence. That is, until a there was a sharp tap at the window to which all four looked at the same time. James reached over and let the bird in. The owl flew to the arm of the couch and stuck out its leg. James opened the letter. Upon reading the contents he froze in horror.
"James?" Remus touched his knee.
"James? What's wrong?" Sirius prodded him in the arm.
"It's Harry. Some - someone tried to kill him," James whispered brokenly.
"Oh, god," Peter put his face in his hands. The other three were affected similarly, shock and horror written all over their faces.
"I have to go back to the hospital. I should have never left him alone!" James tried to stand but Sirius pulled him back down.
"You're not helping by getting hysterical," Sirius hissed.
James snorted. Of all people telling him not to over react...
"Listen. Why don't we go with you?" suggested Remus.
"We can take my car," said Peter.
"Good idea. There's no way I'm letting you apparate, let alone drive," Sirius still had a firm grip on James.
"Let's excuse ourselves then!" James tried once again to stand.
"What will we tell Lily?" asked Peter.
James sunk back down, "Oh...god...Lily! If we tell her she'll just be hurt more, but if we don't she'll be hurt anyway because I didn't tell her!"
"We'll deal with the Tigress later. She'll understand once she's hexed herself out," Sirius had switched gears. Now he wanted to be gone from the house to the bedside of his godson.
"Harry needs you," said Remus, "I'll go make our excuses." Remus stood and carefully made his way to the kitchen. He nearly fell flat on his face twice; all the toys and children on the floor had created the mother of all obstacle courses.
James took this opportunity to glare at the patiently waiting Horned Owl. "Well, what do you want? I'm coming!" The owl ruffled his feathers and hissed at him before taking off through the window and into the winter sky.
AN - This chapter is a great example of how loopy-like I can write. o.O I seriously need to expand my vocabulary. Anyways, things are moving along. (You didn't really think I'd leave him in that hospital bed, did you? *Glances at Setsuna* Well, yes. But things change! ^^;;) I have ... a plan! (Ok, enough rambling. Hope you enjoyed chapter six!)
*I had meant to put this explanation at the end of chapter four. See, in the other world Riddle was adopted instead of spending all those years in the orphanage. His adoptive parents were on the strict side but they were good people - loving and accepting of his magical heritage. He still hates his father for abandoning him, so he doesn't like to be called Tom or Tomas. Instead, he goes by Marvolo or Marv since that was the name of his mother's father. (That's as I've placed it, there's nothing in the cannon about why his middle name is Marvolo). Yet he kept the last name Riddle to show he wasn't ashamed of his muggle heritage. (Well...anyway, that's to cover my behind since I created a plot hole and didn't realize it until halfway through writing this chapter. Eh hehe ^^;;; )
So, instead of growing up bitter and angry to become Voldemort he focused on more positive things and became the amiable Minister we know today. Though, his father had to shake a few things into him...hehe
That was the big change that's the premise for the reality I created for this story. It had a big ripple effect, but I think it worked out pretty good for keeping James and Lily together. Though, as you're seeing, it made other changes.
Oh, and the pairing isn't Harry/Hermione. I'm just messing with him. ^__^
I also keep forgetting to say that if you would like an email to tell you when the next chapter is up just leave your address in your review. Thanks!
Thank you:
To my beta reader Setsuna who gets far too little credit for the help she gives me. *glomps*
Practical Magic(the stranger the better, I say! hehe), ¤Endriago Luna¤(You're going to find out the deal with Snape. He may not wear pink, but in my other fic he's going to get some new footwear! *snickers* The explanation about Marv is above. If it's not good bug me and write more about it in the author's notes. You can kick Harry#2, but try not to kill him. I need him for the story. ^__^), BlkPerch(waking up has amazing shock value), Nicky(Harry#2 needs a serious reality check, hehe), Child of the Universe, Otaku freak, A-man,DF Miei(This will be finished! I'm not stopping for anybody! wahaha), Bon(He does have that 'everyone's against me' charm, doesn't he. ^.^), Lady Foxfire(That's for me to know and you to find out.), davis4ever, FatnSassyQuattaHoss, neutral(More tension...wahaha. I wasn't expecting to include the other Marauders in the chapter, but hey! There they are! Would you look at that. o.O No one else is going to go "Sliding" (Sliders, heh. I haven't seen that show in a l o n g time) but there's going to be some sleuth stuff), Lady Knight of Kennan(Yeah, I remember that. ^.^ Some of the Disney movies are really great (Beauty and the Beast is my favorite)), smile7499(Yeah, poor guy.), MeShelly(Wow, you reviewed every chapter (like, really reviewed them). Cool. ^__^ Any and all analysis is welcome! Harry#2 is amazing, sometimes he picks up on things immediately and other times he's as thick as molasses... I guess it's all in how a person perceives things, their train of thought. A roster is the list of players on a team. Harry#2 is used to games, so he got the 'was' bit. But he found the rest just unbelievable. He's a basic adolecent, he thinks the world revolves around him), Cammy, Lexy(You don't get to see much, they're all upset. Maybe they'll pop up again. "Azkaban"), LillSakura(He'll wake up when he opens his eyes and yawns =P), m'darlin diggie(If he does that he'll have to plead temporary insanity or something o.O), lilly J(I did kinda the opposite, didn't I. hehe), and Fang(I haven't had much time I can consider "writing time", oh well. Harry#2 is a normal adolescent who was spoiled as a baby and has parents with expectations. In other words, he's like most children from the upper middle class.)
Chapter Six
Disclaimer - All the characters from the Potterverse belong the JK Rowlings.
The three Gryffindors left Dumbledore's office and slipped away from the main hallway to favor the less frequented passages and secret short cuts they had discovered during their time at Hogwarts (and help from the Marauders Map).
Harry glanced at his two companions, unsure of what to say. Hermione seemed deep in thought and Ron looked more than a little lost. They were so much like the people he knew, yet they weren't. They were like actors practicing their roles and trying to get into character. They were similar...yet not the same.
When they emerged from under a tapestry and into a more trafficked corridor Harry's eyes were drawn to the familiar walls graced with paintings and artifacts he did not recognize. The stone was the same, the structure no different - it was the same hall he had run down when he was late, the same one he had wandered down when lost...caught Ron kissing Hermione after curfew... It was so similar! But it was slightly off... This belonged to another Harry and other people he didn't know. Would he ever get over this?
"Come on, the Portrait is at the end of the hallway," Hermione waved for the two boys to hurry up. When Harry hung back to gawk she hissed at him, "We mustn't be seen!"
Harry's attention snapped to her, his eyes narrowing slightly in annoyance, but he caught up to them and they entered the tower and ran up to the fifth year boys' dorm.
Ron entered the room first with Hermione closing the door and locking it securely behind them. The Fred and George had been trying to cheer Ron up with a series of jinxed candy and it would not do for either of them to walk in until everything was sorted out.
The boys sat on Ron's bed while Hermione dragged over a chair. She steepled her fingers and looked at Harry with watery eyes. "You look so much like him," she murmured sadly.
Harry was freaked out to no end. The idea of having Hermione as a girlfriend was right up there with quitting the quidditch team: it was unthinkable. Yet she kept giving him that look. If a girl looked at him like that he knew at least one of three things would happen: 1. The girl would cry, 2. The girl would say she was disappointed in him, or 3. The girl would kiss him. She hadn't known him (verses him) long enough to be disappointed...maybe she would cry.
Harry gave her a nervous smile. He would have to ask Ron later about who was with whom. There had to be a logical explanation for her behavior, yet logic kept handing him answers he didn't want.
Hermione wiped at her eyes and sat up straight in her chair. "You both remember what Dumbledore said about when the Press and Ministry come and what we're supposed to do?" she asked in a lecturing tone.
Ron nodded, "With the press we're to hang back, be supportive and say no more than that we're relieved Harry is back."
Both pairs of eyes looked expectantly at Harry. Harry stared back blankly.
"And your part, Harry?" prompted Hermione.
Harry smiled a winsome smile at her, "That there was an inter-dimensional switch and swap and I'm just a kid along for the ride?"
"Be serious!"
Harry looked mildly confused, "What are we supposed to tell them?"
"Did you pay no attention to Dumbledore?"
Yes, Harry smiled sheepishly at her.
"Well, why not?" demanded Ron, "He was talking about some important stuff back there!"
Harry looked away and mumbled, "I was a little preoccupied at the time..."
Hermione's gaze softened, "I understand. We're supposed to be kept away from those interlopers anyway. That was just a precaution in case someone slipped past Dumbledore. Why don't we get a few things settled and figure out what to do about your scar."
Harry blinked. "My scar?"
"Our Harry has a scar on his forehead from when he defeated You-Know-Who...the first time," supplied Ron.
"No, I don't know who. What are you talking about?"
"Voldemort," Hermione said as she reached out and traced a jagged line on his forehead, "It was right here and shaped like lightning."
Harry stared at her with obvious nervousness. Ron's girlfriend was touching his forehead! She looked ready to cry! (Do not kiss me...Do not kiss me...) Why was she here anyway?
Ron must have noticed his discomfort since he cleared his throat and spoke loudly, "And we have to do something about your hair."
That shook Hermione right out of her reverie, "Yes," she looked at him critically, "Either we say he got a hair cut or grow it out with a spell." After a moment of thought she added, "We need to fix his glasses too."
About a half hour later Harry was standing beside his counterpart's bed while Hermione made her final adjustments to enlarge the robes. For someone who was supposed to be his duplicate the other Harry was shorter and smaller than him. How odd.
Harry had transfigured his glasses to match those in a picture on the shelf and Ron's specifications. Did that other Harry truly like these glasses? For him, they sat too high up on his nose and were definitely not fashionable. His hair was longer now too. That took several tries: first Hermione grew it too long, then Ron cut it unevenly. Next thing he knew it was too short again and Hermione had to redo the spell. It was very frustrating.
And finally there was that new mark on his forehead. Hermione had said it was a curse scar, from Avada Kedavra of all curses. That made the least sense of anything he'd seen here, and the normal things were confusing enough! How could someone survive the Death Curse? Well, curse scar or not, it had to be touched up every week or so. This spell was normally used for temporary tattoos and lasted about two weeks, but if he touched it up regularly he didn't have to worry about it fading away.
"All done," Hermione chirped as she stood and brushed off her robes.
"Not bad, not bad," Ron grinned.
Hermione looked at her watch, "We've missed lunch," she sighed.
"I'll go get something from the kitchens then," volunteered Ron.
Hermione nodded in agreement. Harry, doing some quick thinking, blurted, "I'll come with you!" Their attention snapped to him (Ok, so he spoke a little too loudly). "Well...I want to see if anything else is different so I don't make anymore mistakes."
That seemed like an acceptable answer to the other teens. A few moments later Harry and Ron were waving good-bye to Hermione who told them she would wait for them in the common room.
James Potter leaned on the administrator's desk as clipboard after clipboard was handed to him. His quill flew over the parchment, signing on one dotted line after another. All of them were Hospital bills and insurance papers from Harry's attack.
Most people would wait a while before facing something like this, but James Potter wasn't like most people. The sooner this was taken care of the better.
With the final paper signed, James gave his good-byes to the doctors and went back to Harry's room. He wanted so much to stay there and be with his son. But the world wasn't going to stop just because of this. There were other things that still needed to be done. He had two other children who needed attention and support in addition to a wife and mother whose heart would be broken if anything more happened to her babies.
And above all else he had to find out what happened to Harry. If it was a malicious attempt...
James gripped the handle bar on the side of the bed, unable to finish that thought. He gazed sadly at his son. He looked so peaceful. They always look peaceful. Nothing can hurt him wherever he's gone. Just...come back...come back to us.
James turned around and left the room. He gave a final wave to the nurses on the floor and made his way to the exit. Once outside he walked passed the parking lot, carefully trimmed shrubbery, a Freya Burian's Flora florist delivery truck and enter St. Mungo's apparition area. He took his wand from the depths of his robes and was gone.
Gilbert McGlenn drove up to the front of St. Mungo's Hospital exactly fifteen minutes after he saw a certain James Potter pass his truck. He took one last swig from his canteen before going into the back to get the floral arrangement that was his reason for being at the hospital.
A few minutes later he was beyond the nurses station of the children's ward. Shortly after that he entered Harry Potter's private room. He gingerly placed the flowers on a side table, fixing any flowers that had slipped from the magically glued spots and made sure the card was visible.
A quick look over his shoulder told him that no one was in the hall. He stood over the unconscious boy, like any other visitor would, quietly watching to boy sleep. Yet he wasn't just any visitor.
He removed a small, brown packet from his pocket, ripped the top open, and dumped it into the magical medical field. The green powder spread quickly throughout the field causing an immediate reaction from Harry. The boy's face contorted in pain and his breath came in short gasps, like a fish on land. With a swift kick to the magical machinery behind the bed McGlenn dislodged the connection that powered Harry's life support system.
He smiled, satisfied with his work. To an observer it would be a hopeful smile that would make you smile in return. It looked like he was smiling because he knew that the person in bed would recover from this little bump on the road of life. You'd never suspect the sadistic reality behind that smile.
Indeed, no one did suspect and Gilbert McGlenn was able to exit the ward. He was not met with resistance, but quick nods and a wave or two. He was in the lobby of the first floor when Harry flat lined. So he never saw the nurses or doctors scrambling to save the son of a popular politician. He never got to see the chaos he caused, though surely it would have made him smile again.
It was with subdued happiness the Potter celebrated Christmas with their closest friends. The infamous Marauders sat off by themselves deep in discussion. Their wives and other female friends were busy in the kitchen having their own meeting while they helped the house elves finish dinner. The children ran about the tree laughing and shrieking in Christmas delight.
Remus and Peter sat in comfortable wingback chairs while Sirius and James sat on the couch. Sirius had his arm around James in commiseration. Little was exchanged between the men, they just enjoyed the sense of camaraderie that seeped through the masked worry. Their previous conversation had been interrupted by Peter's daughter who, having just discovered the wonders of running (she skipped walking entirely), came up to show off the new toy she had. The men laughed and played with her until the other children beckoned her back to their own groups.
Now they were unwilling to pick up where they had left off. So they sat in silence. That is, until a there was a sharp tap at the window to which all four looked at the same time. James reached over and let the bird in. The owl flew to the arm of the couch and stuck out its leg. James opened the letter. Upon reading the contents he froze in horror.
"James?" Remus touched his knee.
"James? What's wrong?" Sirius prodded him in the arm.
"It's Harry. Some - someone tried to kill him," James whispered brokenly.
"Oh, god," Peter put his face in his hands. The other three were affected similarly, shock and horror written all over their faces.
"I have to go back to the hospital. I should have never left him alone!" James tried to stand but Sirius pulled him back down.
"You're not helping by getting hysterical," Sirius hissed.
James snorted. Of all people telling him not to over react...
"Listen. Why don't we go with you?" suggested Remus.
"We can take my car," said Peter.
"Good idea. There's no way I'm letting you apparate, let alone drive," Sirius still had a firm grip on James.
"Let's excuse ourselves then!" James tried once again to stand.
"What will we tell Lily?" asked Peter.
James sunk back down, "Oh...god...Lily! If we tell her she'll just be hurt more, but if we don't she'll be hurt anyway because I didn't tell her!"
"We'll deal with the Tigress later. She'll understand once she's hexed herself out," Sirius had switched gears. Now he wanted to be gone from the house to the bedside of his godson.
"Harry needs you," said Remus, "I'll go make our excuses." Remus stood and carefully made his way to the kitchen. He nearly fell flat on his face twice; all the toys and children on the floor had created the mother of all obstacle courses.
James took this opportunity to glare at the patiently waiting Horned Owl. "Well, what do you want? I'm coming!" The owl ruffled his feathers and hissed at him before taking off through the window and into the winter sky.
AN - This chapter is a great example of how loopy-like I can write. o.O I seriously need to expand my vocabulary. Anyways, things are moving along. (You didn't really think I'd leave him in that hospital bed, did you? *Glances at Setsuna* Well, yes. But things change! ^^;;) I have ... a plan! (Ok, enough rambling. Hope you enjoyed chapter six!)
*I had meant to put this explanation at the end of chapter four. See, in the other world Riddle was adopted instead of spending all those years in the orphanage. His adoptive parents were on the strict side but they were good people - loving and accepting of his magical heritage. He still hates his father for abandoning him, so he doesn't like to be called Tom or Tomas. Instead, he goes by Marvolo or Marv since that was the name of his mother's father. (That's as I've placed it, there's nothing in the cannon about why his middle name is Marvolo). Yet he kept the last name Riddle to show he wasn't ashamed of his muggle heritage. (Well...anyway, that's to cover my behind since I created a plot hole and didn't realize it until halfway through writing this chapter. Eh hehe ^^;;; )
So, instead of growing up bitter and angry to become Voldemort he focused on more positive things and became the amiable Minister we know today. Though, his father had to shake a few things into him...hehe
That was the big change that's the premise for the reality I created for this story. It had a big ripple effect, but I think it worked out pretty good for keeping James and Lily together. Though, as you're seeing, it made other changes.
Oh, and the pairing isn't Harry/Hermione. I'm just messing with him. ^__^
I also keep forgetting to say that if you would like an email to tell you when the next chapter is up just leave your address in your review. Thanks!
Thank you:
To my beta reader Setsuna who gets far too little credit for the help she gives me. *glomps*
Practical Magic(the stranger the better, I say! hehe), ¤Endriago Luna¤(You're going to find out the deal with Snape. He may not wear pink, but in my other fic he's going to get some new footwear! *snickers* The explanation about Marv is above. If it's not good bug me and write more about it in the author's notes. You can kick Harry#2, but try not to kill him. I need him for the story. ^__^), BlkPerch(waking up has amazing shock value), Nicky(Harry#2 needs a serious reality check, hehe), Child of the Universe, Otaku freak, A-man,DF Miei(This will be finished! I'm not stopping for anybody! wahaha), Bon(He does have that 'everyone's against me' charm, doesn't he. ^.^), Lady Foxfire(That's for me to know and you to find out.), davis4ever, FatnSassyQuattaHoss, neutral(More tension...wahaha. I wasn't expecting to include the other Marauders in the chapter, but hey! There they are! Would you look at that. o.O No one else is going to go "Sliding" (Sliders, heh. I haven't seen that show in a l o n g time) but there's going to be some sleuth stuff), Lady Knight of Kennan(Yeah, I remember that. ^.^ Some of the Disney movies are really great (Beauty and the Beast is my favorite)), smile7499(Yeah, poor guy.), MeShelly(Wow, you reviewed every chapter (like, really reviewed them). Cool. ^__^ Any and all analysis is welcome! Harry#2 is amazing, sometimes he picks up on things immediately and other times he's as thick as molasses... I guess it's all in how a person perceives things, their train of thought. A roster is the list of players on a team. Harry#2 is used to games, so he got the 'was' bit. But he found the rest just unbelievable. He's a basic adolecent, he thinks the world revolves around him), Cammy, Lexy(You don't get to see much, they're all upset. Maybe they'll pop up again. "Azkaban"), LillSakura(He'll wake up when he opens his eyes and yawns =P), m'darlin diggie(If he does that he'll have to plead temporary insanity or something o.O), lilly J(I did kinda the opposite, didn't I. hehe), and Fang(I haven't had much time I can consider "writing time", oh well. Harry#2 is a normal adolescent who was spoiled as a baby and has parents with expectations. In other words, he's like most children from the upper middle class.)
