Chapter 2
Both Dumbledore and Pomphrey moved quickly into the runes room worried over what could have worried Vector so much that he would make a fire call such as he had done. What they found however was the furthest thing from what they were expecting though, Daniel Potter was against the desk covered in the blood from his cuts, his face showing just how in pain the fifteen year old really was. A boy who looked a lot like Professor Potter but with his wife's eyes half hidden behind a desk staring up at the headmaster in some indescribable emotion, also covered in some of his own blood but not seeming to be in any pain. He also had a magical shield around him making parts of him seem to shimmer. His robes were odd for a boy his age this time of year. He looked to be only nineteen or twenty, and he should have been in his ninth or tenth year. The clasp on his cloak was especially disturbing to Professor Dumbledore, the clasp was given only to protectors of the school, allowing Hogwarts to call to the people, when she needed them.
Pophrey rushed to Daniel wanting to heal him as quickly as possible and gave to him a blood clotting potion as well as a pain potion. Knowing that she had to get the blood to stop before the cuts could be healed properly. Once she had done this she looked at the other young man who had been injured, he seemed jumpy but was at least taking down the shield. Knowing that Dumbledore had his wand at the ready in case the boy made a move to hex her, the mediwitch headed to tend to his wounds. They were only slightly less severe, but he didn't not seem to even notice the cuts. He was watching the Headmaster and yet his eyes seemed to see everything that was occurring around him.
It was Dumbledore that first broke the silence saying, "If Mr. Potter, Professor Vector, and umm.you young man could tell me exactly what happened."
Vector answered first saying, "I brought in the Mirror of Dimensions to study and show them the ruins on it, to show when and how the runes evolved through time, it was Mr. Potter's time to view the mirror and he I suppose tripped, something exploded and he began to fall into the mirror. He actually began to go into the mirror, and the runes began to glow gold so I grabbed the boy and began to pull. I could see that he was yelling and grabbed onto the shadow of a man. The two came out and I called for you."
It was then Daniel's time to speak, he explained, "I was going to set off some exploding rockets today during lunch and I was carrying them, when I was walking up to the mirror, I tripped somehow and the rockets went off causing me to lose my balance and fall into the mirror. The cuts are from going through the mirror I suppose. I was yelling and saw this kind of shadowy figure in front of me, I just reacted and grabbed onto him. When the professor began pulling me back through I didn't let go and he came out with me." At that point Daniel began glaring at the other boy blaming him for what happened and getting him into trouble. He was also mad because the boy looked so much like his father, and he didn't know how that was possible. He didn't like not knowing those kind of things.
Everyone turned to the third boy who was wearing an indecipherable mask. "My name is Harry Potter, I was working in the Department of Mysteries on the mirror and had finally finished translating the runes out and was curious about how it worked so I stepped up and looked in. Only a few seconds later something exploded inside the mirror, the runes also glowed gold, and a boy began to fall through. He was screaming and I was not sure what to do, he grabbed onto me and was pulled back, pulling me through as well. Now I am here I suppose."
"Did you say your name was Harry Potter? As in the son of James and Lily Potter? Really? What were you doing in the Department of Mysteries?" The questions flew from Dumbledore's mouth, his eyes twinkling merrily.
"Yes Harry James Potter son of James and Lily Potter. I'm guessing in this world he died then. As for the Department of Mysteries, I was invited there to help sort through the many things that had been discovered from the Death eaters and Voldemort. Because there are so few Aurors or people working for the Department of Mysteries they asked me to help out as well as one of my best friends Hermione Granger."
"Yes you're right in this world Harry Potter did die. Why would they allow school children to handle such dangerous things that would have come from Voldemort, surely there would have been some others that could do such things."
"School children, what do you mean? I graduated two years ago." Harry eyes now showing some confusion over what was said.
"Two years ago, I'm going to guess that was your seventh year then. Oh, here we instituted that studies would go for ten years and not seven. I guess in your world we stuck with the old system." Dumbledore said smiling, although Harry could see he was hiding his surprise.
Harry quieted, his body now healed. He could sense Voldemort again, it had only live a few days with the quiet his death had brought and now the chaos and hatred he had hoped to never feel again was there. He frowned in despair over this revelation. Madame Pomfrey had moved to stand next to Dumbledore glancing at both Harry and the Headmaster in curiosity. Of course everyone was looking at Harry with a mixture of curiosity and fear. Daniel looked at him uncertainly, this was his older brother. The one who had died, the reason his parents hated you-know-who so much and why they were so protective of him and his sister. This man who radiated power and authority like it was second nature, who worked in the Department of Mysteries. His brother was identical to his father in many ways, the shape of his face and his height were all very distinctive of his father. His eyes were his mothers bright green but they were masked something his mother's eyes never were. He didn't wear glasses, strangely. His hair though was surprising. It was so much like Sirius', the same length and shaggy quality were there. He wore an adder tooth around his neck, which Daniel loved but knew his mother would never allow him to wear. The earring gave him a start wondering how he would have gotten permission for such a thing.
The classroom was quiet for a few minutes before Dumbledore broke the silence saying, "Why don't the two Mr. Potters come along up to my office. We will bring James, Lily, and Cassandra and inform them of what has occurred."
As the small group was moving up to the Headmaster's office, there was a slight hissing before something which has been curled around Harry's arm began moving. Sniphius had awoken during the journey and was just getting over the shock of what had occurred. He was calling out for Sun, wishing for the comfort the phoenix brought when he was around. The journey had not seriously injured him but it had shaken the young adder. Harry couldn't help but think of Hedwig and Sun and his friends that he had left behind. However when he got to the office he was pleasantly surprised to find Sun, Hedwig, and his things sitting there, waiting for him. Sun trilled at Harry telling him that Sun had felt his friend's journey to this world and brought himself, Hedwig and his chest of things.
Harry smiled at the overenthusiastic phoenix before moving his arm to allow Sniphius to get off his arm and greet the two birds. Hedwig snapped her beak at him, angry that he had allowed "her Harry-Wizard" too leave his rightful home. Harry chuckled at the antics of the animals, before he turned to face the other self of his mentor and the younger brother he had never had slightly creped out by what had happened. Albus snapped out of his shock and moved to call for James, Lily, and Cassandra Potter. Daniel and Harry sat down and waited, and Dumbledore offered them lemon drops. Daniel took one, while Harry the offer down. Hedwig flew to him and nipped at his ear, wanting attention from her master. Harry stroked her head calming her frazzled nerves from the journey she had taken. Lily and James rushed into the room frantic, knowing that the Headmaster would not call them in for something that was not important and they feared the worst. Cassandra entered only seconds later, although not running. The three new arrivals glanced at the Headmaster who motioned for them to also take a seat, before looking at the other two people in the room. Daniel was there which was no surprise, seeing as he was the trouble maker and the rest of the family was there as well. The other boy caused everyone to jolt in surprise. He looked almost identical to James Potter except his eyes, he had Lily's eyes. There was only one person who had ever looked like that. Harry James Potter, the boy who had died when he was only just over a year old all those years ago.
Questions began flying from the two eldest Potters, wanting to know what was going on, who that boy was that looked just like they had dreamed their eldest son would look like.
Albus motioned with his hands for everyone to quiet down and when they did he said,
"I would like to introduce you to Harry James Potter. Yes, Harry was killed all those years ago, in this world. Apparently there is another world where Harry lived, an accident created by young Daniel however transported young Harry to this world."
"How did I die?" Harry asked curious what it had taken to kill the boy-who-lived. After all every time someone had used Avada Kadavera on him it backfired and killed the caster. He was curious if that was something from his blood or really just his mother's sacrifice.
Everyone glanced at him in horror from the questions. It was James that finally spoke, "We had used Pettigrew as our secret keeper. He betrayed us though and came with Voldemort to our house. We ran to get you from the nursery and I was going to fend off You-Know-Who so you two could get out of the house. Lily screamed though and I went to find out what was going on. Pettigrew was holding you, a knife to your throat. He was threatening to kill you and he slipped the knife went straight through your body, and pierced your heart. We were able to get out through floo, but you were dead." Both James and Lily were shivering and had tears in their eyes by the end of the story, obviously revisiting that night. Harry only nodded thinking of the fact that it had been a knife that had killed him. He actually got a kick out of the thought, a muggle weapon something that Voldemort wouldn't touch because of his distaste.
"What happened in you world?" Cassandra asked, making Harry's eyes move towards his other world's sister for the first time. She was pretty, with curly red hair caught half up in a pony tail, and half down. It was a coppery red like his mother's not the Weasley bright orange red which was so characteristic of their family. Her eyes were the same color as his own but open and unguarded, showing a love of life he had seen in Ginny and a serious look much like Hermione had. He instantly liked her and couldn't help thinking of how many times he had wished to have a younger sister in his life. Even though Ginny and Hermione both acted like family, it wasn't the same as having a real sister. Someone to have spent his childhood with.
When Harry spoke his voice was calm although slightly rough with emotions, "It happened that same night, with Pettigrew betraying us to Voldemort. My father ran to delay his like you did. Wormtail came to the house with Voldemort and my mum ran up to grab me. We were trapped though. Voldemort killed my father and came up to where we were. He told her he didn't want to kill her and told her to stand aside. She refused and he killed her. He then turned to me and shot the killing curse. Something happened though and the curse rebounded leaving me alive and with this scar," he lifted his fringe to show them before continuing, "and his as only a spirit, loosing all power."
Both Dumbledore and Pomphrey moved quickly into the runes room worried over what could have worried Vector so much that he would make a fire call such as he had done. What they found however was the furthest thing from what they were expecting though, Daniel Potter was against the desk covered in the blood from his cuts, his face showing just how in pain the fifteen year old really was. A boy who looked a lot like Professor Potter but with his wife's eyes half hidden behind a desk staring up at the headmaster in some indescribable emotion, also covered in some of his own blood but not seeming to be in any pain. He also had a magical shield around him making parts of him seem to shimmer. His robes were odd for a boy his age this time of year. He looked to be only nineteen or twenty, and he should have been in his ninth or tenth year. The clasp on his cloak was especially disturbing to Professor Dumbledore, the clasp was given only to protectors of the school, allowing Hogwarts to call to the people, when she needed them.
Pophrey rushed to Daniel wanting to heal him as quickly as possible and gave to him a blood clotting potion as well as a pain potion. Knowing that she had to get the blood to stop before the cuts could be healed properly. Once she had done this she looked at the other young man who had been injured, he seemed jumpy but was at least taking down the shield. Knowing that Dumbledore had his wand at the ready in case the boy made a move to hex her, the mediwitch headed to tend to his wounds. They were only slightly less severe, but he didn't not seem to even notice the cuts. He was watching the Headmaster and yet his eyes seemed to see everything that was occurring around him.
It was Dumbledore that first broke the silence saying, "If Mr. Potter, Professor Vector, and umm.you young man could tell me exactly what happened."
Vector answered first saying, "I brought in the Mirror of Dimensions to study and show them the ruins on it, to show when and how the runes evolved through time, it was Mr. Potter's time to view the mirror and he I suppose tripped, something exploded and he began to fall into the mirror. He actually began to go into the mirror, and the runes began to glow gold so I grabbed the boy and began to pull. I could see that he was yelling and grabbed onto the shadow of a man. The two came out and I called for you."
It was then Daniel's time to speak, he explained, "I was going to set off some exploding rockets today during lunch and I was carrying them, when I was walking up to the mirror, I tripped somehow and the rockets went off causing me to lose my balance and fall into the mirror. The cuts are from going through the mirror I suppose. I was yelling and saw this kind of shadowy figure in front of me, I just reacted and grabbed onto him. When the professor began pulling me back through I didn't let go and he came out with me." At that point Daniel began glaring at the other boy blaming him for what happened and getting him into trouble. He was also mad because the boy looked so much like his father, and he didn't know how that was possible. He didn't like not knowing those kind of things.
Everyone turned to the third boy who was wearing an indecipherable mask. "My name is Harry Potter, I was working in the Department of Mysteries on the mirror and had finally finished translating the runes out and was curious about how it worked so I stepped up and looked in. Only a few seconds later something exploded inside the mirror, the runes also glowed gold, and a boy began to fall through. He was screaming and I was not sure what to do, he grabbed onto me and was pulled back, pulling me through as well. Now I am here I suppose."
"Did you say your name was Harry Potter? As in the son of James and Lily Potter? Really? What were you doing in the Department of Mysteries?" The questions flew from Dumbledore's mouth, his eyes twinkling merrily.
"Yes Harry James Potter son of James and Lily Potter. I'm guessing in this world he died then. As for the Department of Mysteries, I was invited there to help sort through the many things that had been discovered from the Death eaters and Voldemort. Because there are so few Aurors or people working for the Department of Mysteries they asked me to help out as well as one of my best friends Hermione Granger."
"Yes you're right in this world Harry Potter did die. Why would they allow school children to handle such dangerous things that would have come from Voldemort, surely there would have been some others that could do such things."
"School children, what do you mean? I graduated two years ago." Harry eyes now showing some confusion over what was said.
"Two years ago, I'm going to guess that was your seventh year then. Oh, here we instituted that studies would go for ten years and not seven. I guess in your world we stuck with the old system." Dumbledore said smiling, although Harry could see he was hiding his surprise.
Harry quieted, his body now healed. He could sense Voldemort again, it had only live a few days with the quiet his death had brought and now the chaos and hatred he had hoped to never feel again was there. He frowned in despair over this revelation. Madame Pomfrey had moved to stand next to Dumbledore glancing at both Harry and the Headmaster in curiosity. Of course everyone was looking at Harry with a mixture of curiosity and fear. Daniel looked at him uncertainly, this was his older brother. The one who had died, the reason his parents hated you-know-who so much and why they were so protective of him and his sister. This man who radiated power and authority like it was second nature, who worked in the Department of Mysteries. His brother was identical to his father in many ways, the shape of his face and his height were all very distinctive of his father. His eyes were his mothers bright green but they were masked something his mother's eyes never were. He didn't wear glasses, strangely. His hair though was surprising. It was so much like Sirius', the same length and shaggy quality were there. He wore an adder tooth around his neck, which Daniel loved but knew his mother would never allow him to wear. The earring gave him a start wondering how he would have gotten permission for such a thing.
The classroom was quiet for a few minutes before Dumbledore broke the silence saying, "Why don't the two Mr. Potters come along up to my office. We will bring James, Lily, and Cassandra and inform them of what has occurred."
As the small group was moving up to the Headmaster's office, there was a slight hissing before something which has been curled around Harry's arm began moving. Sniphius had awoken during the journey and was just getting over the shock of what had occurred. He was calling out for Sun, wishing for the comfort the phoenix brought when he was around. The journey had not seriously injured him but it had shaken the young adder. Harry couldn't help but think of Hedwig and Sun and his friends that he had left behind. However when he got to the office he was pleasantly surprised to find Sun, Hedwig, and his things sitting there, waiting for him. Sun trilled at Harry telling him that Sun had felt his friend's journey to this world and brought himself, Hedwig and his chest of things.
Harry smiled at the overenthusiastic phoenix before moving his arm to allow Sniphius to get off his arm and greet the two birds. Hedwig snapped her beak at him, angry that he had allowed "her Harry-Wizard" too leave his rightful home. Harry chuckled at the antics of the animals, before he turned to face the other self of his mentor and the younger brother he had never had slightly creped out by what had happened. Albus snapped out of his shock and moved to call for James, Lily, and Cassandra Potter. Daniel and Harry sat down and waited, and Dumbledore offered them lemon drops. Daniel took one, while Harry the offer down. Hedwig flew to him and nipped at his ear, wanting attention from her master. Harry stroked her head calming her frazzled nerves from the journey she had taken. Lily and James rushed into the room frantic, knowing that the Headmaster would not call them in for something that was not important and they feared the worst. Cassandra entered only seconds later, although not running. The three new arrivals glanced at the Headmaster who motioned for them to also take a seat, before looking at the other two people in the room. Daniel was there which was no surprise, seeing as he was the trouble maker and the rest of the family was there as well. The other boy caused everyone to jolt in surprise. He looked almost identical to James Potter except his eyes, he had Lily's eyes. There was only one person who had ever looked like that. Harry James Potter, the boy who had died when he was only just over a year old all those years ago.
Questions began flying from the two eldest Potters, wanting to know what was going on, who that boy was that looked just like they had dreamed their eldest son would look like.
Albus motioned with his hands for everyone to quiet down and when they did he said,
"I would like to introduce you to Harry James Potter. Yes, Harry was killed all those years ago, in this world. Apparently there is another world where Harry lived, an accident created by young Daniel however transported young Harry to this world."
"How did I die?" Harry asked curious what it had taken to kill the boy-who-lived. After all every time someone had used Avada Kadavera on him it backfired and killed the caster. He was curious if that was something from his blood or really just his mother's sacrifice.
Everyone glanced at him in horror from the questions. It was James that finally spoke, "We had used Pettigrew as our secret keeper. He betrayed us though and came with Voldemort to our house. We ran to get you from the nursery and I was going to fend off You-Know-Who so you two could get out of the house. Lily screamed though and I went to find out what was going on. Pettigrew was holding you, a knife to your throat. He was threatening to kill you and he slipped the knife went straight through your body, and pierced your heart. We were able to get out through floo, but you were dead." Both James and Lily were shivering and had tears in their eyes by the end of the story, obviously revisiting that night. Harry only nodded thinking of the fact that it had been a knife that had killed him. He actually got a kick out of the thought, a muggle weapon something that Voldemort wouldn't touch because of his distaste.
"What happened in you world?" Cassandra asked, making Harry's eyes move towards his other world's sister for the first time. She was pretty, with curly red hair caught half up in a pony tail, and half down. It was a coppery red like his mother's not the Weasley bright orange red which was so characteristic of their family. Her eyes were the same color as his own but open and unguarded, showing a love of life he had seen in Ginny and a serious look much like Hermione had. He instantly liked her and couldn't help thinking of how many times he had wished to have a younger sister in his life. Even though Ginny and Hermione both acted like family, it wasn't the same as having a real sister. Someone to have spent his childhood with.
When Harry spoke his voice was calm although slightly rough with emotions, "It happened that same night, with Pettigrew betraying us to Voldemort. My father ran to delay his like you did. Wormtail came to the house with Voldemort and my mum ran up to grab me. We were trapped though. Voldemort killed my father and came up to where we were. He told her he didn't want to kill her and told her to stand aside. She refused and he killed her. He then turned to me and shot the killing curse. Something happened though and the curse rebounded leaving me alive and with this scar," he lifted his fringe to show them before continuing, "and his as only a spirit, loosing all power."
