A/N I got a bit stuck for a while in this chapter, I had a rather controversial idea. But I decided it was too 'out there' after I scrapped the idea I came to a bit of a hault, but never mind I'm back on form now!

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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.

Summery: Post OotP Harry receives a 'what if' stone for his birthday and gets thrown into an alternate reality where Sirius was the potter's secret keeper imagine a world with an alive Lily, James and Sirius, and a rather confused Harry. (As usual this will not be slash…I don't write it. My anti-slash muse won't let me…)

What if

Chapter three

There's no place like home

They walked into the next room, which was the dining room. It was very long and narrow. Hanging from the low ceiling was an intricate chandelier, which was turning slowly reflecting little rays of light off the violet walls. In the middle of the room was an enormous, long mahogany table, which could easily fit 20 people around it. Inlaid into the table with a darker wood was an intricate woodland scene, which must be enchanted to move, in it was a stag, wolf and dog chasing each other. Underneath was written in swirly writing. 'The Marauder's up to no good since 1970.' He noted happily that there was no rat. Perhaps Wormtail betrayed the Potters in a different way since there was no Voldemort in this reality.

Lily took out her wand and conjured up three red velvet seats. "Looks like no one else is joining us," she said to James.

"Nah, he's still not fully recovered, I think we'd better just have something sent up," James looked slightly sad as he said this. Harry had to bite his tongue to stop himself from asking whom he was referring to.

Harry then sat down at the dinner table with his parents and was shocked to see a clothed house elf serve them. Harry tried not to say too much over dinner. He didn't want to answer any awkward questions and have to lie again. Instead he found he was completely content just watching the two people whom should have been a big part of his life. Over dinner Harry asked his mother why his father kept leaving the room, after he leaped out of his seat for the third time.

"Oh just the usual, order business," Lily said airily.

Harry choked on his pumpkin juice; he hadn't considered the possibility of the order still forming, why would they form when they had no enemy to fight? Of course he could not say anything, were he in the right time line then he would already know the answer to this question.

"Are you alright love?" Lily looked worriedly at her son.

"Erm, yeah," he said when in reality he actually felt a bit battered.

"Still I think you should go to bed early tonight that was quite some fall you had," She smiled down at him.

He decided he should just agree and go to bed, as he was aching still.

The problem was he had no idea where his room was; he went through a random door and found the main entrance. There was a huge sweeping staircase, which was carpeted red. He went up the stairs and lining the walls were paintings of various witches and wizards. All started waving at him as he went past. He found he did not know most of them, and one or two were empty. But he smiled when he saw Remus Lupin and Dumbledore when he was nearly at the top of the large staircase he saw a painting, which made his blood run cold, the plaque at the bottom read "Peter Pettigrew or 'Wormtail' to his friends." but in the frame was no occupant.

He suddenly felt angry; if his parents have a painting of the traitor on their wall then they're obviously still friends. He suppressed the urge to rip the painting off the wall, and forcefully reminded himself that he had no idea what he was like in this lifetime, he might turn out to be really nice…no he couldn't bear the thought.

He turned his attention to long corridor of doors he had just reached. He decided just to go through the lot till he worked out which one was his. He opened the first door. It was a bathroom similar to the prefects one at Hogwarts, with a ridiculously large bath. The whole room was in white marble with gold taps.

He then looked in the next room, which was cream with a large four poster bed inside with a pink flowery pattern on. There was nothing else in the room except a small chest of drawers, 'must be a guest bedroom' Harry thought.

He wondered as he walked to the next room why the house was so lavishly decorated, he knew from his vault that they could afford a place like this, but still, was it necessary for only three people? He then remembered what his mother had said, "Looks like no one else is joining us," perhaps there is others here. As he opened the next door his thoughts were confirmed.

The next room had a very familiar person to Harry inside, fast asleep. His insides lurched as he saw the sleeping form of his Godfather. He walked into the large room, which was decorated with multi coloured swirls, which kept moving like a rainbow ocean.

He had really wanted to speak to Sirius one last time, and now he had his chance to say sorry. He had felt responsible for his death and now was his chance to talk it over. Sure it wasn't perfect, Sirius may be different in this time, but he was presumably still Harry's Godfather and he wanted to know more about him and his parents… But as he reached out to shake Sirius awake, he found he did not have the heart to do it. He looked so peaceful sleeping. 'This is what he should have looked like,' he thought. Sirius looked almost completely different from the last time he had seen him. He was more like his former handsome self in Harry's photos.

Harry slowly turned around defeated, and jumped when he saw his mother in the doorway smiling at him. He wasn't ever sure he could get used to seeing her or his father.

"Come on darling, you can tell Padfoot about your Quidditch escapade in the morning." She said softly tossing her silky red hair over one shoulder.

"You look tired, why don't you go to bed?" She asked.

 Harry smiled and followed her down the corridor. He hoped she would open his door for him otherwise he would look really stupid, when he didn't know which room was his.

Sure enough just two doors down on the left was Harry's room, and he didn't need Lily to open the door for him. He already knew it was his by the sign on the door, "Griffindor's only." Harry's room was no cupboard under the stairs. It was extravagant. At first he thought he thought he had stepped into a large aquarium. Then he realised that the walls were made of glass and the fish were swimming behind the glass. The water lit at the top and bottom by multi coloured lights. Inside were fish, not any normal fish the most extravagant creatures he could imagine. They ranged from tiny stripes of light which swam too fast to work out what they were, to a large blue squid with red tips to its tentacles. (Yet another reminder of Hogwarts. He vaguely wondered if this was in fact Dumbledore's house.) There was also a pretty shoal of what looked like Chinese fighting fish swimming in unison. He looked at the ceiling and floor which also were part of the aquarium. There were no lights in the room but the lights in the tanks cast an eerie multi coloured glow over the room. His bed was flat and low on the floor it had 'The streamline seekers' which was apparently his Quidditch team, was splashed over his bed covers. The floor of the aquarium had some schoolbooks scattered across it.

He turned back to his mother and said goodnight she smiled and said, "there's something different about you." Harry tried to act surprised that he seemed different to his mother.

"Anything you want to talk about?"

Harry briefly pondered telling everything to his mother, but there was no point. She would probably think he was mad. Also he would have to go back home soon so what would be the point in causing a fuss?

"Not that I can think of." Harry smiled feebly back, as Lily left the room. The thought of going back to his rightful time had stirred an odd emotion inside of him. He knew he had to. As he couldn't just live in another time forever, it would be just running away from his problems. In fact now he thought about it rationally it was a bad idea coming here in the first place. It was bound to upset him, knowing what things could have been like.

'Maybe I should just go back now,' he thought. 'Before it gets too hard.'

He sunk down onto his bed. As he reached in his pocket and pulled out the stone, he remembered that he had not intended to come here in the first place. It felt like he had been forced somehow. He screwed his eyes up in concentration. It all seemed like a distant memory now, to his horror he realised he was slowly forgetting things about his other life. He stared at the stone. It looked different, he remembered there being a glowing pinpoint of light, in the middle of the black stone. Which grew brighter when he touched it. But there was no light. Did this mean he could not get home?

Feeling slightly panicked he decided that he must try to go home now, or else he could be stuck here. Which while it seemed great, he knew he did not belong here. He did not know these people, without Voldemort they could have grown to be completely different people. So pushing aside a horrible aching feeling in his chest. He looked deep into the stone willing it to come alight; he then closed his eyes and said, "I wish to return to my rightful time and space."

After a moment he did not feel any change. He slowly opened one eye…nothing had happened. He was still in his beautiful aquarium room. He then looked at the stone; it remained the same as before, black.

'Why am I stuck here?' he thought 'what's keeping me here?'

A/N reviews…

tessa() : Nah, the plot revolves around his being in this other life so he's not going anywhere for the moment.

Gilthas : (hail all mighty one!!!) Yes your right it does leave it open for lots of possibilities, almost too open. I don't want to ruin 'Potter kingdom' so I don't think I will change too much. It can be overdone. Thanks for being my muse as well as your own! *Considers the uses of an anti-slash demon and Swiss cheese…(that would make one hell of a sandwich)*

acsbabyangelgirl : Thanks, hoped you enjoyed this one too.

szelij() : Thanks and huh?

Laura : Thank you sorry this wasn't out very fast.

Silvercrystal77 : Thanks from now on I'm gonna try hard to get a chapter out a week. Don't hold me to that though!

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