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oHarryo- is the alternate dimension Harry
Chapter 5
Harry was arranging his things in the Griffindor dormitory, still reeling about how close he had come to loosing his father - again, and repeating over and over in his head that the Sirius he had met in that alley was not his Godfather, it was just a death eater that looked like him.
A door opened behind him, and he spun around nervously, finding himself facing Remus. Harry sighed in relief.
"the students are going to arrive in a minute, I'm here to take you to the Great Hall."
"Uh. Right. Thanks." Harry replied a little uneasily.
Remus nodded briskly and held the door open for him. Harry pulled on his hat and left the room, Remus closely following.
***Remus POV***
He watched as the boy pulled on his hat and edged past him out the door. He was unrecognisable now, but Remus still knew it was him inside. It mattered little what the other members of the order told him, he wasn't about to blindly trust this boy.
Remus kept one hand in his pocket at all times when around Harry, his hand in a white knuckle grip on his wand. He remembered, being promised mercy when he was first taken prisoner, given a nice cell and the promise of a hearty meal and a place within the deatheaters if he betrayed his friends.
Of course he refused. The death eaters then changed tack, playing on the intolerance of the wizarding community on werewolves, claiming that no such prejudice existed within Voldemort's circle. Again Remus flatly refused.
That was when he met oHarryo. He came in wearing black velvet robes. His pale face calm. He asked, in a straightforward way "will you help our cause?".
Remus had at first been too stunned by his similarity to James to answer, but eventually stammered out his answer. "n-n-no I won't"
oHarryo had regarded Remus with a cold sneer and called out to the guards standing at the door. That was when it began. He was dragged off to cold, damp cell and chained there, a prisoner. oHarryo had then taken immense pleasure in torturing Remus in every conceivable way. Sirius often came to watch. Jeering in the background, whispering in oHarry'so ear. Those whispers were always resulted in unbelievable agony.
After his escape he took months to fully recover, almost loosing his nerve to fight in this battle. It took a long time, but with the help of his friends he was finally coming to grips with his past.
And then this boy had come. Everything was confused now. He had no idea what to think, how to react. He had fed Lily and James this sad story and they had believed him without question. Now he had the whole order convinced. But what if he wasn't telling the truth?
Until he had evidence to the contrary he would go with what the rest of the order decided, but there was no way that he was going to let his guard drop.
**Harry's POV**
Harry walked quickly at Remus's side, anxious to escape his gaze as quickly as possible. He arrived at the Hall and, noticed that the students were already in place. Feeling eyes track his course across the room, Harry neared the Griffindor table. There was a space next to Neville, opposite Ron.
"Do you mind if I sit here?
"Of course not -uh- who are you?" Neville replied, sounding much more confident than the Neville Harry knew.
Harry sat down before answering. "I'm Dudley, Dudley Dursley." The words sounded strange, almost comical to his ears.
"What year are you in?"
"Sixth." Harry replied
"us too. so you're new."
"Yeah. my old school was attacked and my Mum was worried, so she sent me here where my aunt works."
"You used to go to the muggle born school?" Hermione asked interested, after nervously introducing herself
"Yeah."
"Who's your aunt, oh yeah, I'm Ron by the way, and this is Neville."
"nice to meet you. My aunt is Lily Potter."
"so, James Potter's your uncle?"
"yep."
"cool." Ron said, looking at Harry's father in an admiring way.
"Is he a good teacher?"
"yeah. he's really funny and let's us get away with loads."
Harry smiled, and looked up at James, who caught his eye and winked.
At that moment, further conversation was halted as McGonagall led the frightened looking first years in. The sorting ceremony began. Ron complained about being hungry, but was shushed by an irritated Hermione.
After what seemed like an age, the ceremony was complete and food appeared on the table. They all tucked hungrily in, and soon Dumbledore began the start of term announcements. They were a lot more sombre than the Dumbledore that Harry was used to. They were all concerned with what could not be done. Warnings about going everywhere with a friend after dark.
Harry noticed that Dumbledore did not awknowledge his presence, obviously hoping not to draw too much attention to him.
Harry looked thoughtfully up at the man. His train of thought was interrupted by Ron.
"Play Quidditch? I'm keeper for the Griffindor team. We need a seeker."
"I was the team seeker at my old school."
"do you want to try out?"
"definitely!" Harry answered enthusiastically. He had really missed quidditch the last year after being banned by Umbridge.
Harry and the others walked up to the tower, chatting happily. Harry almost forgetting that he was in another dimension. Part of him was wondering why Hermione wasn't with them. She was walking up alone, slightly apart from the group. Although she was wearing a prefect badge, she wasn't leading the first years. Neville was. His very polished badge fastened to his robe.
The next morning, Harry looked at his timetable. His first class was DADA. Neville and Ron were playing exploding snap at the other end of the table, cornflakes were flying everywhere.
Harry sidled up to Hermione, who was sitting alone, reading a book.
"Hi. It's Hermione right?"
"Hello Dudley." She replied, somewhat nervously.
"what are you reading?"
"The Rise of the Dark Arts."
"oh."
"do you do DADA?" Hermione asked
"Yeah. I'm a bit nervous though, now that Uncle James is teaching me."
"He's really good. Knows his subject."
"why are you sitting up here on your own?" Harry asked, throwing caution into the wind.
"I- I- um.."
"Sorry." Harry said quickly "I didn't mean to upset you."
"no. it's ok. It's just, I like to work, and the others can be very distracting." Harry tried not to stare. Perhaps he and Ron had a greater influence on Hermione in his world than he thought, bringing her out of her shell.
"Can I sit next to you in class, as I really want to make a good impression on my uncle, living in the muggle world with my parents, I never really got to know him or my aunt that well." Harry lied
Hermione smiled "yeah. we can study together."
The bell signalling the first class went off and they stood up, slinging their bags over their shoulders.
A/N
As always, thank you for your kind reviews!!!!! They are very motivating!
oHarryo- is the alternate dimension Harry
Chapter 5
Harry was arranging his things in the Griffindor dormitory, still reeling about how close he had come to loosing his father - again, and repeating over and over in his head that the Sirius he had met in that alley was not his Godfather, it was just a death eater that looked like him.
A door opened behind him, and he spun around nervously, finding himself facing Remus. Harry sighed in relief.
"the students are going to arrive in a minute, I'm here to take you to the Great Hall."
"Uh. Right. Thanks." Harry replied a little uneasily.
Remus nodded briskly and held the door open for him. Harry pulled on his hat and left the room, Remus closely following.
***Remus POV***
He watched as the boy pulled on his hat and edged past him out the door. He was unrecognisable now, but Remus still knew it was him inside. It mattered little what the other members of the order told him, he wasn't about to blindly trust this boy.
Remus kept one hand in his pocket at all times when around Harry, his hand in a white knuckle grip on his wand. He remembered, being promised mercy when he was first taken prisoner, given a nice cell and the promise of a hearty meal and a place within the deatheaters if he betrayed his friends.
Of course he refused. The death eaters then changed tack, playing on the intolerance of the wizarding community on werewolves, claiming that no such prejudice existed within Voldemort's circle. Again Remus flatly refused.
That was when he met oHarryo. He came in wearing black velvet robes. His pale face calm. He asked, in a straightforward way "will you help our cause?".
Remus had at first been too stunned by his similarity to James to answer, but eventually stammered out his answer. "n-n-no I won't"
oHarryo had regarded Remus with a cold sneer and called out to the guards standing at the door. That was when it began. He was dragged off to cold, damp cell and chained there, a prisoner. oHarryo had then taken immense pleasure in torturing Remus in every conceivable way. Sirius often came to watch. Jeering in the background, whispering in oHarry'so ear. Those whispers were always resulted in unbelievable agony.
After his escape he took months to fully recover, almost loosing his nerve to fight in this battle. It took a long time, but with the help of his friends he was finally coming to grips with his past.
And then this boy had come. Everything was confused now. He had no idea what to think, how to react. He had fed Lily and James this sad story and they had believed him without question. Now he had the whole order convinced. But what if he wasn't telling the truth?
Until he had evidence to the contrary he would go with what the rest of the order decided, but there was no way that he was going to let his guard drop.
**Harry's POV**
Harry walked quickly at Remus's side, anxious to escape his gaze as quickly as possible. He arrived at the Hall and, noticed that the students were already in place. Feeling eyes track his course across the room, Harry neared the Griffindor table. There was a space next to Neville, opposite Ron.
"Do you mind if I sit here?
"Of course not -uh- who are you?" Neville replied, sounding much more confident than the Neville Harry knew.
Harry sat down before answering. "I'm Dudley, Dudley Dursley." The words sounded strange, almost comical to his ears.
"What year are you in?"
"Sixth." Harry replied
"us too. so you're new."
"Yeah. my old school was attacked and my Mum was worried, so she sent me here where my aunt works."
"You used to go to the muggle born school?" Hermione asked interested, after nervously introducing herself
"Yeah."
"Who's your aunt, oh yeah, I'm Ron by the way, and this is Neville."
"nice to meet you. My aunt is Lily Potter."
"so, James Potter's your uncle?"
"yep."
"cool." Ron said, looking at Harry's father in an admiring way.
"Is he a good teacher?"
"yeah. he's really funny and let's us get away with loads."
Harry smiled, and looked up at James, who caught his eye and winked.
At that moment, further conversation was halted as McGonagall led the frightened looking first years in. The sorting ceremony began. Ron complained about being hungry, but was shushed by an irritated Hermione.
After what seemed like an age, the ceremony was complete and food appeared on the table. They all tucked hungrily in, and soon Dumbledore began the start of term announcements. They were a lot more sombre than the Dumbledore that Harry was used to. They were all concerned with what could not be done. Warnings about going everywhere with a friend after dark.
Harry noticed that Dumbledore did not awknowledge his presence, obviously hoping not to draw too much attention to him.
Harry looked thoughtfully up at the man. His train of thought was interrupted by Ron.
"Play Quidditch? I'm keeper for the Griffindor team. We need a seeker."
"I was the team seeker at my old school."
"do you want to try out?"
"definitely!" Harry answered enthusiastically. He had really missed quidditch the last year after being banned by Umbridge.
Harry and the others walked up to the tower, chatting happily. Harry almost forgetting that he was in another dimension. Part of him was wondering why Hermione wasn't with them. She was walking up alone, slightly apart from the group. Although she was wearing a prefect badge, she wasn't leading the first years. Neville was. His very polished badge fastened to his robe.
The next morning, Harry looked at his timetable. His first class was DADA. Neville and Ron were playing exploding snap at the other end of the table, cornflakes were flying everywhere.
Harry sidled up to Hermione, who was sitting alone, reading a book.
"Hi. It's Hermione right?"
"Hello Dudley." She replied, somewhat nervously.
"what are you reading?"
"The Rise of the Dark Arts."
"oh."
"do you do DADA?" Hermione asked
"Yeah. I'm a bit nervous though, now that Uncle James is teaching me."
"He's really good. Knows his subject."
"why are you sitting up here on your own?" Harry asked, throwing caution into the wind.
"I- I- um.."
"Sorry." Harry said quickly "I didn't mean to upset you."
"no. it's ok. It's just, I like to work, and the others can be very distracting." Harry tried not to stare. Perhaps he and Ron had a greater influence on Hermione in his world than he thought, bringing her out of her shell.
"Can I sit next to you in class, as I really want to make a good impression on my uncle, living in the muggle world with my parents, I never really got to know him or my aunt that well." Harry lied
Hermione smiled "yeah. we can study together."
The bell signalling the first class went off and they stood up, slinging their bags over their shoulders.
A/N