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Chapter Two: Bloody Hell...

Harry felt his body torn in all directions; it seemed to take him hours just to get to the other side of the door. The room was absolutely repulsive! It looked as if a tornado had come crashing through the room... and stayed for a few days!

"This is what they wanted me to see?" Harry exclaimed to no one in particular.

There were three doors other than the one he had just came through. He walked toward the door straight ahead, opened it, and walked in. He walked through the room and found another door. He barged in and found his two best friends both tied to their seats, blindfolded, and gagged by washrags.

"Whoof dere!" Ron attempted to speak.

Harry took both blindfolds off of his friends; he also took out the gags.

"Thank Merlin that you came, Harry." Hermione spoke softly.

Harry gaped at Hermione and gulped slightly.

"I...I...I... I left you and Mrs. Weasley back at The Burrow." Harry stuttered slowly.

"Oh no," Hermione murmured, "two anti's got through the inter-dimensional barrier..."

"Anti's?" Harry asked.

"The anti's live- well I should say lived in this dimension," Hermione began, "the anti's own their counterparts good traits, but are still opposites from their counterparts."

Ron begins clearing his throat and coughing loudly. "Untie us!" Ron exclaimed.

Harry took his wand from his pocket and pointed it at the ropes' tied portions.

"Accio knots!" Harry exclaimed.

Hermione and Ron got up then grabbed their wands. Hermione began giving orders almost immediately, something like go into to the main room and wait.

They arrived in the main room almost immediately; it was amazing, kind of like a mini Great Hall. "Wow's" escaped from the three's mouths. An anti-Voldemort walked into the room, twirling his wand and humming. He was wearing light blue robes and some dark blue sweatpants.

"Hey mates!" Voldemort exclaimed.

"Hey voldemo- Tom!" Harry exclaimed, waving him over.

Harry prayed to Merlin that Ron and Hermione would just play along!

"Bloody Hell," Ron whispered, "Voldemort looks like one of those uh... American hippies."
No Hope!

Unknown to them all, the most powerful evil wizard ever was creeping through the dimension... Anti-Dumbledore.

A/N: I will be referring to the opposites as Anti's for most or all of the story. Please review, flame or not I don't care really. Anti-Dumbledore is coming!