Title: Another World (6/10)

Chapter Title: Friends and Enemies

Author name: Lilly Potter

Author e-mail: lilly_potter22@yahoo.ca

Spoilers: Books 1-4

Summary: A spell by Voldemort sends Harry into an alternate reality where his parents lived, but Harry himself was killed on that fateful Halloween. Now Harry must deal with two grieving parents, a risen Voldemort and the life he was never allowed to have.

Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended. I created the Potter Children except for Harry and I also created Keri Weathers and Kally.

Warning: This is an AU fic. You have to read my story 'Please Don't Cry to understand some of this chapter, so if you haven't already done so, I suggest you do before reading this, otherwise this might be a bit confusing.

A/N: I apologize for my long absence. My muses left me and I went through a very new and difficult year, but finally I can present to you the complete Chapter 6. I hope you enjoy and Chapter 7 is on its way.

Also, I haven't read Book 5 yet, so that book is not influenced at all by the events that occurred.

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'Oh sweet Merlin!' It was the only thought that registered as Harry stood petrified in the middle of the clearing, watching Voldemort walk closer and closer. His mind flashed back to the day before, when Dumbledore had spoken to him after class. He had screwed up big time.

Flash Back

Corridor in the dungeon, October 15th, 1995

Sighing deeply, Harry walked away from the rather enlightening potions class. Snape still taught potions but his favoritism of the Slytherins wasn't as bad as it was in Harry's world, so he had actually learned quite a bit during the course of class.

Harry had been paired up with Neville, who was surprisingly good at potions in this world. They had been making a simple aging potion while carrying on a quiet conversation. They hadn't talked much at meal times or in the common room or even in the dorms, except of course for the interrogation he had been given by all his dorm mates on the first night. That had been an experience he didn't want to repeat.

During the conversation in potions, Harry had found out that Neville lived with his parents, who hadn't been attacked and were still working against the dark side, one of the few good things in this world so far.

Their potion had been perfect, actually earning them five points, much to the amazement of Harry. Things were very different here. All the other students were running ahead of him, hurrying to lunch. Harry heard snippets of conversation, talking about him. Sighing deeply, Harry slowed his steps to an even slower pace. He had skipped lunch yesterday and was planning on doing it again today.

He didn't want to spend another lunch period being gawked at by the other students, glared at by the teachers and his parents or being questioned by his dorm mates. It was all quite horrible. And he had thought being The- Boy-Who-Lived was bad...

Harry was so lost in thoughts he hadn't even noticed that he had separated from the rest of the kids and was now in a corridor he had never been in. Sighing Harry leaned against the wall. "With my luck, I'll never get out of this corridor and be forced to wander until I die." Harry said as she closed his eyes and scrubbed his face with his hands. This was not going to be a great day.

"Ahh... William, I assure you that you will do no such thing." Jumping, Harry whirled around to face the voice, coming face to face with none other then Professor Albus Dumbledore, that man Harry least wanted to see at that particular moment. Well, except for Voldemort of course....

"Professor Dumbledore!" Harry squeaked. "I didn't hear you."

The old mans eyes twinkled, as if he could read Harry's mind. "I'm terribly sorry. I'll try to be louder next time."

The twinkle disappeared.

"William, I need you to come to my office. There are several things we need to discuss..." He trailed off, looking Harry straight in the eyes.

Harry gulped slightly and nodded, a knot forming in his stomach as he followed the Headmaster to his office, where he was greeted cheerily by Fawks.

Harry sat again in the seat across the desk from Dumbledore, while the old man himself began to chant in a low voice. With a pop, Severus Snape appeared in the seat beside him.

The potion masters face took on a look reminiscent of Harry's own Snape. "Albus, I would appreciate it if next time you decided to summon me; you give me a little warning. I was about to enter the Great Hall." The headmaster's eyes seemed to brighten at the thought of Snape disappearing in the middle of Lunch.

"I'm terribly sorry Severus; I'll try not to restrain myself next time." And the twinkle brightened yet again.

"See that you do." The gruffness in which the command was delivered and to whom it was directed at made Harry smile, one of his oh so sweet smiles that had become so scarce since the end of 4th year. "So, you're a Potter, are you?" The question caught Harry off guard, but he nodded none the less. To stunned to do anything else. He looked up into the potion masters eyes, surprised that they none held the contempt that was usually there. How had the older man known? Turing quickly to face the Headmaster, he was faced with two twinkling Blue eyes. He had told Snape, but why?

"Yes Harry, I told Severus, but only because it was necessary. And that is the reason I have brought you here." The old man look directly into Harry's eyes, the twinkle disappearing and a seriousness appeared in its place, chilling Harry to the core.

"Voldemort knows that you're here." Harry went numb. No! The bastard couldn't possibly be after him here as well! That just wasn't fair! Harry looked at the old Professor, hoping that maybe, just maybe this was all some sort of sick joke. But looking into Dumbledore's eyes, Harry knew the truth. Voldemort was after him again, here, at home, it didn't matter. He would never be rid of Voldemort.

"How?" The question cracked in the middle as Harry tried to maintain control in front of the two older men. "How does he know? How do you know?" The blue eyes brightened just a little.

"To answer the first part, I'm not sure how he knows, but he's after you, he can sense your power. I felt it the minute you came to this world, I just didn't understand it, but it seems Voldemort understands it and is willing to use it. You are incredibly powerful, you just haven't harnessed it yet, and it is Voldemort's goal to drain that power and use it for is own gain. As for the second part of your question, how we know. Well, we have a spy of course." The twinkle was back.

Harry looked at the potion master, the scene in the Hospital Wing at the end of fourth year playing in his mind. "Of course, I had forgotten." Both men looked at Harry in surprise. "You know of Severus' position in your world?" There was shock in Dumbledore's voice.

"No, not really, I haven't been told, but I put all the clues together and was left with only that." Harry's reply was simple, not showing the feelings behind the startling discovery. Snape had to be a spy, there wasn't any other explanation.

"What is he planning on doing, may I ask?" Harry asked some what timidly. He didn't really want to know, but he knew that he should. Looking from one man to the other, Harry waited, dreading the reply.

"From what I've heard, he plans on trying to recruit you, if not he's going to torture you for information and then ransom you." Snape's reply was a slap in the face. Voldemort wanted him to work as one of his sniveling servants. I think not!

Harry could only stare. This was not happening. Dumbledore's voice brought him back. "I want you to be on guard. He's planning on kidnapping you and I won't be able to protect you at all times. Remember, try to go any where alone and don't open any packages before I look at them. Severus will tell us if he finds out any more, but he isn't part of the inner circle any more. So be on guard, trust nothing and no one unless I tell you its okay."

Dumbledore's words reverberated in his head. Be on guard. Trust nothing.

Fat lot of help that had been.

Back to Present Time

The Clearing in the Woods, October 16th, 1995

The meeting had been very informative and thankfully seemed to have lessened the shock of being kidnapped, yet again, by Voldemort. Taking a deep breath, Harry looked straight into the blood red eyes of the monster that had made so many peoples lives a living hell. Ignoring the pain that shoot through his scar, he began to talking carefully and with enough volume for it to carry across the clearing.

"It was quite nice, actually, although a bit unexpected. You might have sent an invitation before whisking me off to god knows where." A biting edge clipped his words slightly.

Voldemort laughed. The sound sending chills down your spine. His amusement was clear on his snakelike features.

"I'm sure you're wondering why you're here. Or how I knew you were here. Precious Potter wants top know how I discovered that you came to this world. To a place I already have succeeded in killing you and a place where noting keeps me from doing it again."

Harry paled. He thought Voldemort had wanted to recruit him. Guess not.

There really wasn't a single thing to keep him from dyeing in this world. And then he'd never get home. Never see Sirius again. Never see any of his friends ever again. His Voldemort would run rampant. Hermione would be killed, Ron and his family would be enslaved, Dumbledore would be tortured, killed and no one would be there to help save them. They would have no one.

"Aahh... Yes. I see you are finally realizing what a role you play. You are helpless to stop me, yet without you, things truly have gone to hell here. But I want to offer you your life. You could live, see your family again."

Harry stared at Voldemort. How did he know that the Potter's had dies in his world? Voldemort laughed at his incredulous expression.

"Yes, I know they're dead in your world. I know that you have a Weasley and a Mudblood for best friends; I know that I am back in your world, that I myself sent you here. And how do I know this you ask." The cruel smile again graced the serpentine face.

"It really was quite genius of me. I've been monitoring you for the past few months. I began searching for you a year ago and when I found you I decided to observe you, to see if it would be possible to sway you to my side. But after that interesting little show in the grave yard, I realized that you would never work for me, so I put the suggestion in your Voldemort's head, sending you here. He used up his energy, I only had to make him see the brilliance of my plan. It worked and now, here you are. All mine fore the taking."

Voldemort's eyes glowed with triumph; the cold smirk that seemed permanently etched on his face grew wider. Harry knew right then that he was toast. Unless he was miraculously saved in the next ten minutes, he was as good as dead.

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Devora sat on the window seat of the guest room at the Mad House, staring out the window. The moon was high in the sky, only days away from being full. She had had another dream about Harry. About what she had learned over the summer* and what she had learned through her siblings.

They knew only a few things, nothing compared to what Devora had learned. The truth, the whole truth about what and who Harry was. It had been shocking. Nightmares had haunted her for weeks after that. She still had the occasional one. And now, now that she knew he was here, in this world. It all seemed too real. Harry Potter. Her older brother, her guardian, her friend, and he needed her.

Dinner had been an interesting affair. All Devora had wanted to do was go to Hogwarts, see Harry, talk to him. But she and Rosie were both stuck at the Black's until everything was resolved. However long that took. Aunt Bella had been rather distracted and Tris had been so excited to see them both. Even Rosie was content to wait for news, but not Devora. She would have to contact Harry. Explain what was going on.

He green eyes sparkled. A letter! She could write to him, let him know that she knew the truth. He had to know what was going on. But they probably thought he was evil. A ploy invented by You-Know-Who. But Devora knew the truth and she would have to get a message to him. Maybe even tell him about her Harry.

Silently rising from her seat, Devora padded silently over to the small writing desk in the corner, lighting a candle as she pulled out some paper and a quill from the drawer on the right side of the maple desk.

Dear Harry,

I know that you have no idea who I am, but I know you and you have to trust me. My name is Devora Potter and I'm your, how shall we say this, youngest sister. I know where you come from you don't have brothers and sisters, but in this world you do.

My siblings and I have this guardian that protects us from danger and last summer, I found out that it was the spirit of my dead brother. You, Harry. He told me you were coming, told me how important it was to contact you. Mum and Dad will never believe that you're really Harry. Their pain is still to close to the surface. But I have to warn you. Voldemort will be after you, your power is what he needs to truly gain immortality, only you.

He made the mistake of killing you, and now he has no way to right the wrong. So he searched, scoured the other dimensions for a Harry that was alive and was able to provide him with the energy he needed. He found you. And he will do anything to get it from you. You have to keep it safe. Stay at Hogwarts, please don't try to be a hero, our world is already doomed in its own way, you have to save your own world.

Please, as your sister I'm begging you. Stay safe. And don't try to convince Mum you're her son. That would get you killed quicker then facing Voldemort down without your wand. I'm going to try to get to Hogwarts; I'll be able to tell you more then. Stay safe and know that I love you. Know you would have been and excellent older brother. I'm sure of it.

Devora Potter

Devora set the quill down and blew on it, trying to dry it. Casting one more glance at Tris, her best and one of her only friends, she crept from the room, heading to the room that Rosemary was sleeping in, knowing that Sirius' owl would be in their. Chaos liked to sleep in that particular guest room; they had all learned that through past experiences.

Devora loved Tris like another sister. Although Tris had quite a few friends, Devora could count on one hand the number of friends she had. She knew that being a seer, of sorts, had matured her beyond her years. She acted like a 10 year old at times, skipping two grades in school. But most of her friends were the same age or a year or two older then her.

But they were used to her oddities. The way she spoke, acted, reacted to certain situations were all several years above where she should be her family had accepted it had not questioned into it too much. So much to Devora's relief none of them knew of her abilities. They just checked it off to a weird personality.

The way she was made her an outcast in lots of places, but she was used to it. And the sting had lessened, every time someone told her that they didn't want to play with her, the hurt that they caused would become a little less, but not by much.

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Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry Hospital Wing,

October 20th, 1995

Harry lay in the hospital wing, a rather disgruntled expression on his face. He had been here for less then two weeks and already he had spent most of it in the hospital wing. It wasn't fair. He wanted to get to know his parents, he wanted to see what this time was like, and he wanted to be free.

Harry's thoughts were interrupted when Pomfrey bustled in, carrying three sperate vials. One held a clear, bluish potions Harry recognized as a strengthening potion, the second held a pear-lish green liquid that was labeled as a healing potion and the third was by now quite recognizable as a dreamless sleeping potion. The witch smiled at Harry as she set down the vials on his bedside table.

" Now, I want you to drink these first two potions now," she handed him the blue and green potions, waiting until he had downed both, "and I want you to save this last one until tonight. I must be off to dinner. The house elfs will bring yours up in half and hour. Try to eat it all."

And she was off, bustling out the door.

Harry lay back, closing his eyes, picturing the clearing for the hundredth time since he had been rescued.

Flash Back The Clearing in the Woods, October 16th, 1995 Harry stood frozen as Voldemort pointed his wand and began to chant. The language was foreign and dangerous sounding and Harry felt as his magic began to slip from him. The essence that made him a wizard was being stolen from him and he was helpless to stop it.

A crashing sound brought Harry back from the cold bottomless hole that had been swallowing him whole. Startled, Voldemort stopped chanting and Harry felt his power flow back into him at such and incredible rate that he felt as if he were on fire. Letting out a whimper of pain, Harry's eyes began to focus once again and he spotted the cause of the noise, five wizards, throwing curses left and right while a sixth made his way over to Harry.

Nearly fainting from the pain, Harry managed a weak smile at his saviors before passing out, making a mental note to thank Professor Snape for catching him before he hit the ground.

Harry woke to the bright sunlight of late morning. Groaning to himself, Harry realized he was laying flat on his back in a bed, located in the Hospital Wing. Attempting to sit up, he was overcome with a wave of dizziness.

"William what do you think you're doing? Lay back down this instant."

Harry immediately recognized the sound of Pomfrey's voice and let out another groan. Falling back, he was tempted to play dead.

"I know you're awake, no use pretending. Now, I want you to take these potions," The nurse said, handing him several potions, all labled and either healing or strengthening along with as headache cure. "Professor Dumbledore will be here any moment, he wishes to speak to you, but I'll send him away if you don't feel up to it."

Harry shook his head slowly, his exhaustion being overwritten by the need to understand what had happened. Pomfrey smiled at him, fluffed his pillow and then retreated to her office just as the door opened, revealing Dumbledore.

"Ah William, I'm glad to see you awake."

Harry noted the twinkle in the old man's eye.

"I'm glad to be awake Sir, care to explain what happened?"

Harry was surprised at his own bluntness, but quickly realized that his aches and pains weren't allowing Dumbledore the chance to begin the intricate mind games that were played whenever one spoke with the Headmaster.

"Straight to the point I see. Well, Severus came to he in a dreadful state, saying that there was a spy at Hogwarts. It seems a yet unknown student as turned and was able to plant the portkey where you were likely to stumble across it. It is assumed the spy had been fllowing you and dropped the object in your path.

In any case, Severus came to me, informing me that you were about to be captured. I was to late to stop you from being taken, but I immediately summoned several members of the Order** and Severus was able to take them to Voldemort's location. We were able to make an escape with minimal casualty's and now here you are. That was two days ago."

Harry was stunned. He owed his life to Snape. Just great.

"Sir, you don't mind me asking, why have I been asleep so long?"

"That, I'm afraid, is due to the spell Tom attempted to perform. He was trying to steal your magical essence and when the spell was broken, all your magic went right back into you in a large burst, causing a magical shock of sorts. I'm afraid you will be a bit weak for a few days."

Harry nodded, understanding the weak feeling, thankful that it wasn't a permanent side affect.

"Thank you sir, I can't remember anything after the Order members arrived. I'm assuming I was unconscious once again?"

Dumbledore chuckled. "Quite right my dear boy. Now, I want you to get some more rest and I will be back at another time. Sleep well."

He rose to his feet, giving Harry one last smile before leaving the hospital wing. Pomfrey appeared, giving him a sleeping potion. Harry felt sleep over take him quickly and soon he was sleeping peacefully.

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Harry was brought back to the present by the sound of rustling feathers. A small barn owl flew through the open window, coming to land at the end of Harry's bed. It carried a letter on his left leg, which it stuck out so Harry could take of the letter.


End chapter 6



Authors Note 2: As you all know it's been a while since I last wrote, therefore, I don't remember all the details. But I also know if I reread my previous chapters I will be overcome with the feeling that my writing is crap and it will be even longer for an update. So if you see and discrepancies just let me know so I can fix them. Thanks everyone.


**Have I been using the Order of the Phoenix in this Fic?