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Part Two:
Harry sat up abruptly, oxygen rushing into his lungs. He looked around him. He defiantly wasn't in the Voldemort estate any longer, but where the fuck was he. The last thing he remembered was that bastard Rat trying to kill him with Avada Kedavra. He got to his feet, just as a girl around about his age ran towards him. He glared at her as she came to a stop beside him.
"Harry, What are you doing standing out here." He looked the girl over. Who the hell was she? He took a deep breath almost as if he was smelling her. He sensed something was wrong with her. This witch was MUGGLE BORN. How could that be, they annihilated all mudbloods. It was the worst degradation of the wizard name to have a muggle using magic. He took a step back.
"Get away from me you fucking mudblood before decide that my wand arm needs a little exercise." Harry snarled. The bushy haired girl looked like she had been slapped. She turned and ran down the corridor with tears running down her face.
But before she had left Harry caught a glimpse of the badge on her robes. She was a Gryffindor. 'A Gryffindor but that must mean I am at Hogwarts, a place I was pleased to say I had personally destroyed.' He felt like he was going to be sick, something very weird was going on. Harry leaned against the wall of the corridor. He ran things over in his mind. 'Well I am the same age he had been before the incident so that rules out time travelling. The mudblood seemed to know me so here I must be someone,' Harry almost gagged 'good. And if I am friends with a mudblood I am most defiantly not a Slytherin." Harry felt like banging his head against the wall as the awful truth dawned on him. 'I must be a Gryffindor!" He looked hurriedly at his arm and breathed a sigh of relief to see the black mark burning darkly on his skin. 'No matter who I used to be in this dimension I am me now and that is all that matters.' He decided.
Another student ran past and did a double take as he recognised Harry. The boy's fiery hair told Harry clearly who it was. The only problem Harry had killed Ronald Weasly two years earlier.
"Harry. I was looking for you. What have you done to yourself?" He asked Harry just glared. "Well anyway it doesn't really matter, I was wondering if you knew what was wrong with Hermione." 'Ah so that is the Mudbloods name.' Harry thought. Harry smirked at the muggle lover.
"Why would I care why is wrong with a filthy mudblood. And sorry Weasly I don't have any change to spare today." Ron's face flushed with anger.
"What has happened to you?" He bit out.
"That is none of your business muggle lover. Now if you excuse me I have things to see and people to do." Harry laughed hysterically as he walked away from the stunned Weasly.
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Voldemort shuddered as he felt a wave of pure evil wash over him. It came form the senses that normally let him spy on his Death Eaters, but this feeling was all together new. It felt glorious to have such malice wash through his mind; the power was also extra ordinary. He tuned into where the feeling was coming from. It was from Hogwarts. It Voldemort had eyebrows he would have quirked one. He started to pick up thoughts from this new Death Eater; the first thing that was noticeable was the unwavering loyalty to the dark lord. He smiled coldly as he herd the first conversation of this death eater. The Mudblood that had been working against him called the Death Eater Harry. This could only possibly be one Harry. It was Harry Potter who was wearing his mark. The Dark Lords smile widened, Dumbledore and his band of Merry Fools wouldn't know what hit them. With two heirs of Slytherin on the side of the dark, there would be one hell of a world in the making.
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Hermione sat in the prefect's bathroom, her legs pulled as if to shield her. 'How could ha say those things to me?' she cried to herself. Her best friend had insulted her in the worst possible way and she had no idea why. One thought kept running though her mind 'He is acting like Malfoy.'
"Hermione" a worried voice called. Ron came bounding across the room to check on his girlfriend. "I think I can guess why you are upset. I just had a chat with Harry. That can't have been Harry." Hermione lifted a tearstained face to Ron.
"That was Harry, I. checked the marauders map and it said as clear as day that he was Harry Potter." She said quietly. Ron lowered his eyes.
"What are we going to do?" He asked sadly.
"I don't know, I just don't know." Came the solemn answer.
Part Two:
Harry sat up abruptly, oxygen rushing into his lungs. He looked around him. He defiantly wasn't in the Voldemort estate any longer, but where the fuck was he. The last thing he remembered was that bastard Rat trying to kill him with Avada Kedavra. He got to his feet, just as a girl around about his age ran towards him. He glared at her as she came to a stop beside him.
"Harry, What are you doing standing out here." He looked the girl over. Who the hell was she? He took a deep breath almost as if he was smelling her. He sensed something was wrong with her. This witch was MUGGLE BORN. How could that be, they annihilated all mudbloods. It was the worst degradation of the wizard name to have a muggle using magic. He took a step back.
"Get away from me you fucking mudblood before decide that my wand arm needs a little exercise." Harry snarled. The bushy haired girl looked like she had been slapped. She turned and ran down the corridor with tears running down her face.
But before she had left Harry caught a glimpse of the badge on her robes. She was a Gryffindor. 'A Gryffindor but that must mean I am at Hogwarts, a place I was pleased to say I had personally destroyed.' He felt like he was going to be sick, something very weird was going on. Harry leaned against the wall of the corridor. He ran things over in his mind. 'Well I am the same age he had been before the incident so that rules out time travelling. The mudblood seemed to know me so here I must be someone,' Harry almost gagged 'good. And if I am friends with a mudblood I am most defiantly not a Slytherin." Harry felt like banging his head against the wall as the awful truth dawned on him. 'I must be a Gryffindor!" He looked hurriedly at his arm and breathed a sigh of relief to see the black mark burning darkly on his skin. 'No matter who I used to be in this dimension I am me now and that is all that matters.' He decided.
Another student ran past and did a double take as he recognised Harry. The boy's fiery hair told Harry clearly who it was. The only problem Harry had killed Ronald Weasly two years earlier.
"Harry. I was looking for you. What have you done to yourself?" He asked Harry just glared. "Well anyway it doesn't really matter, I was wondering if you knew what was wrong with Hermione." 'Ah so that is the Mudbloods name.' Harry thought. Harry smirked at the muggle lover.
"Why would I care why is wrong with a filthy mudblood. And sorry Weasly I don't have any change to spare today." Ron's face flushed with anger.
"What has happened to you?" He bit out.
"That is none of your business muggle lover. Now if you excuse me I have things to see and people to do." Harry laughed hysterically as he walked away from the stunned Weasly.
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Voldemort shuddered as he felt a wave of pure evil wash over him. It came form the senses that normally let him spy on his Death Eaters, but this feeling was all together new. It felt glorious to have such malice wash through his mind; the power was also extra ordinary. He tuned into where the feeling was coming from. It was from Hogwarts. It Voldemort had eyebrows he would have quirked one. He started to pick up thoughts from this new Death Eater; the first thing that was noticeable was the unwavering loyalty to the dark lord. He smiled coldly as he herd the first conversation of this death eater. The Mudblood that had been working against him called the Death Eater Harry. This could only possibly be one Harry. It was Harry Potter who was wearing his mark. The Dark Lords smile widened, Dumbledore and his band of Merry Fools wouldn't know what hit them. With two heirs of Slytherin on the side of the dark, there would be one hell of a world in the making.
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Hermione sat in the prefect's bathroom, her legs pulled as if to shield her. 'How could ha say those things to me?' she cried to herself. Her best friend had insulted her in the worst possible way and she had no idea why. One thought kept running though her mind 'He is acting like Malfoy.'
"Hermione" a worried voice called. Ron came bounding across the room to check on his girlfriend. "I think I can guess why you are upset. I just had a chat with Harry. That can't have been Harry." Hermione lifted a tearstained face to Ron.
"That was Harry, I. checked the marauders map and it said as clear as day that he was Harry Potter." She said quietly. Ron lowered his eyes.
"What are we going to do?" He asked sadly.
"I don't know, I just don't know." Came the solemn answer.