Chapter 1

He had done it, he had avenged them all, his parents, his best friends, all the other people he had killed, and their families. He had banished Voldemort's soul to hell, never to return to this world ever again. Now he stood in front of the mirror looking at himself and the ways that he had changed. His uncontrollable black hair had been grown out in memory of Sirius and was now shaggy, instead of uncontrollable. His bright green eyes, the only part of his features that came from his mother would flash from jade to emerald depending on his mood now showed an enormous amount of barely constrained power, and were no longer hid by a pair of glasses. The potion he had completed for his seventh year was now widely used to help correct vision, something which had helped him a lot in his many battles. The scar which had been given to him by Voldemort did not stand out as much, blending in with the tan skin around it, from his hours of being outside. He had a dragon tooth earring in his left ear, and adder tooth clasped in a leather necklace around his neck. He wore fighting ropes of a dark forest green with a black clock clasped together by the symbol of Hogwarts given to him by Albus on his 17th birthday. Underneath his robes he had a tattoo of a phoenix on his right shoulder blade. It was his body however which was the most noticeable change. He was no longer the scrawny underfed eleven year old that had been introduced to magic. Instead he now stood at a height of 6'2, with wiry muscles and no fat. His movement were cautious and graceful, trained to make noise as he moved and always wary of being attacked.

He turned from the mirror not wanting to contemplate all the changes, the scars both inside and out that had been caused throughout his life. He didn't want to think of the only time he had cried since he was three years old. The death of his mentor and best friend Albus Dumbledore only a month before. He had seen as the light that had sparkled in the old man's eyes went out because of Tom Riddle, he had been sad for so many reasons. Sad that the man who had worked so hard and for so long would not be able to celebrate in final destruction of Voldemort, that he would not be able to see the peace that he helped bring about. He didn't want to think of the sobbing Ginny Longbottom, crying over the coffin which held the body of her husband Neville, screaming mindlessly in her grief. He didn't want to think of Fred who had lost his twin George and was now kept on constant suicide watch and would go catatonic at even the slightest mention of his other half. He especially didn't want to think of Remus the last of the Mauderers final moments. He had no longer had a reason to live and had gone on a suicide mission to die.

What Harry did want to think of was Ron and Hermione's wedding which had taken place only last week, and were celebrating the defeat of Voldemort on their honeymoon. He wanted to think of Draco Malfoy, the boy who had finally grown up and joined their side, playing and caring for the many orphans and the smile on all their faces. It was those little things which gave hope that life would go back to normal, that things would be ok. Maybe not now or in a few years, but they would be better. He thought of Dean Thomas his dorm mate being brought back from the dungeons of Voldemort's palace alive and still sane, and the smile on his wife Luna's face as she introduced them to their daughter for the first time. He remember the face of Seamus as he announced to the world that Voldemort had been defeated again never to come back again by the boy-who-lived. He thought of the students who would be entering Hogwarts again and not the safe hold, which had had barely enough space for them all and had kept them underground.

Harry looked up from the lake to the falling apart building of what was once Hogwarts and would be again in only a few months. He spotted the place where Gryffindor tower was and the Headmasters office. He held the urn which carried the greatest Headmaster of Hogwarts took the top and mounted his Firebolt. While no longer the greatest broom out there, it was the first present he had received from Sirius and he refused to give it up. Flying above Hogwarts Harry with Fawkes by his side he tilted the urn allowing the ashes to fall so that some part of him would always remain here, in his most favorite of places. Fawkes flew among the swirling ashes of his beloved master in one last goodbye before crying he flew back to Harry. The two began to sing the song of Phoenixes, something Harry had learned at the age of sixteen, but it was mournful. Fawkes bowed his head to the young man who had been such a close friend to his master for those last few years before flying off to mourn and remember for the rest of his days Albus Dumbledore and the adventures they had.

Upon landing Harry's own phoenix arrived Sun, to comfort her friend. Sun was Fawkes only hatchling, born only a year ago. Albus had introduced the two and allowed Harry to keep her. With Sun on his sholder, Harry Potter apparated from Hogwarts into his London apartment. There was where Hedwig his faithful snowy owl for 8 years was, still as strong as ever, and Sniphius who was a snake that spied on Voldemort for them. The apartment was a mix of both the muggle and wizarding world, for Harry had begun to spend a lot of time in the muggle world to get away from both his fame and the sheer terror which had encompassed the wizarding world. Harry's fame was the reason that all the Quidditch teams were sending him owls now with offers to get him to play. Of course his skills as a seeker defiantly didn't hurt when they were thinking of having him as a player, it was the sheer number of people that would come to watch him play that really got their attention. For the moment however Harry was going to be working at with the Aurors and Department of , going through the numerous items that had been in Voldemort's and his death eaters houses and bases.

The next mourning Harry flooed over to the Department of Mysteries to begin his inventorying. The first item was a mirror, it was a floor to ceiling kind, with a frame of what appeared to be black leather inscribed with runes around the whole thing. The runes were made by having the leather pressed down and then silver filled in, giving it a strange look. The runes though were like nothing he had ever seen before, they seemed to come from the ancestors of the Romans, the beginning of the race of wizards and witches. However there were some strange runes mixed in that looked almost like parseltongue when written. Writing what was written onto a roll of parchment, Harry Potter began the task of deciphering what was written. When he was done he had written this, "The world has so many possibilities, only one minor change could throw the world into its destruction. See what would have happened if you had never existed or been killed". Curious about what was written Harry stepped up to the mirror and looked in.

---------------------------------------------------------------------------- --------------------- Meanwhile, in another world in which Harry Potter had died but James and Lily had not, they had had another two children Daniel Michele Potter and Cassandra Persephone Potter. Daniel was the younger one at fifteen, with the raven black color of his father but without the messy quality as his father. He had his father hazel eyes but many of the same facial qualities of his mother. However it was Daniel's personality which resembled his father most, he was a prankster. With the help of his godfather Sirius, Uncle Remus, and his father the young boy was very likely to tear apart the school and everything in it. Not a day went by without at least four people being pranked and like the Mauderers before him, his main victims were the Gryffindor's rivals.the Slytherins. He was a popular student well known and well liked by three of the four houses but irresponsible and somewhat juvenile on some occasions. He got into arguments easily but would say sorry just as easily. The young boy had been a Quidditch player for two years now as a chaser and his best subject was Transfiguration.

Cassandra was Daniel's older sister and she was seventeen years old. She had her mother's copper red hair but it was curly, as her father's hair would be if it was also down to his waist. She had her mothers eyes, but the rest of her looked a lot like her father. She was fairly tall at 5'6 and had the same thin lanky look with high cheek bones and an angular pixie like face unlike her younger brother's and mother rounder kind of face. Her personality was a mixture of her parents, she had the same outgoing charming side when she needed it, which made her somewhat popular with her peers as well as the side of her that studied diligently and got fairly good marks, nothing great but nowhere near as dismal as her brother's.
Lily's and James' lives had stopped for almost a year after the death of their first son. The two had quit their jobs not being able to deal with everything that had happened that night. They both blamed themselves but not each other for not being able to stop you-know-who when he had gone for baby Harry. They were awoken however when Albus Dumbledore came to them. He forced them to see that they could help to stop the death of others children, even if they hadn't been able to save Harry. James became the transfiguration teacher after Professor McGonagal died, and Lily works as the Potions professor.
At that moment Daniel Potter was in Runes class looking at the exact same mirror that Harry Potter was when he tripped. What he set into motion was unbelievable. As he tripped the fireworks he had in his robes exploded and he began to fall into the mirror. Danny could only scream for help as the glass cut at him, before he reached out to the dark shape of a man in front of him. Grabbing onto the man Daniel was pulled back through the mirror by the professor pulling the man he was grasping back with him. The trip back through was only slightly less horrific, the movement through the glass creating shallow cuts along the two Potter's. The two tumbled out of the mirror into the classroom, Daniel finally letting go of Harry who he had been crushing to himself. Harry had his wand out and a shield up and was behind Vector's desk before anyone even had time to blink. Daniel slammed into the desks which were in front of the mirror only a few feet, where he lay crying out in pain. The professor moved to the fireplace calling for Dumbledore and yelling for him and Madame Pophrey to come to his classroom. After doing this Professor Vector moved to Daniel keeping his eyes on the other boy to make sure he didn't move to harm anyone.