A/N: This is Cherry. Well, everyone, I am SO lazy I don't feel like writing the story. Blackraven13, my lovely beta and friend, is having a little writer's block, but has plenty of ideas for this story, so she is taking over for a while. Thank you! I don't know what I would do without her! I am helping her a little, giving her my ideas, but 99.9 of the credit goes to her! I love you! Please review!

Remember: Smurfs are your friends, not your enemies.

WARNINGS: This is very much a slash story, you have been warned. Swearing is pretty big, so watch out.

DISCLAIMER: I am not a mother, I am not British, I am not (shudders) blonde, and I do not own Harry Potter.

A/N: Hey everyone, it's BlackRaven13. I beta for Cherry. Cherry's feeling lazy so I decided to type this chapter for you. Sorry if the writing style seems different. Hope you like the chapter

"Harry...you said your parents were dead...and Siri and Remy...is that true?" Harry looked away immediately. These were not things he wished to discuss.

"Yes...aren't they where you live?"

"No...Remy and Siri are very much alive...so are Lily and James...my mum and dad."

Harry was shocked, to say the least. Lily and James, alive? And Sirius and Remus too? He could feel tears welling up in his eyes, but refused to cry. He had promised himself he would never cry again after...that. It seemed this other Harry had the perfect life...and he obviously didn't have the burden of being the boy-who-lived. As that thought hit Harry his eyes flickered to J.T.'s forehead.

"You don't have the scar." Harry said quietly. Draco's eyes moved to J.T.'s forehead too.

"Scar?" J.T. asked, confused. Harry sighed heavily.

"Since you're...well...me, I guess you have a right to know." Harry said. "Is...Does Voldemort exist in your world?" Harry asked, confusing the others slightly with his change of subject.

"Yes." J.T. answered slightly suspiciously.

"Has he ever been defeated?" Harry asked.

"No. Do you know how to kill him?" J.T. asked anxiously.

"Not exactly. Can...could you just let me explain this without asking questions? You can ask afterward, but this is kind of complicated." Harry asked. J.T. and Xander nodded. Harry sighed again.

"In this world...realm...whatever you want to call it, Voldemort was defeated, but he regained his body and is alive again. He...there was a prophecy. Voldemort only heard part of it, part that said the one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord will be born as the seventh month dies......I'm the one in the prophecy." Harry whispered.

"Voldemort came after me and my parents. I was only 15 months old. We used a secret keeper, but he betrayed us. Dad told Mum to take me and run while he held off Voldemort. She didn't make it out in time, and Voldemort came after me. Mum...she begged Voldemort to take her instead of me. She sacrificed herself for me. Voldemort tried to kill me but the killing curse backfired. It rebound onto Voldemort and he was ripped from his body. I escaped with only a scar." Harry said quietly, close to tears. He lifted his bangs to show the famous scar to the two.

"Dumbledore sent me to live with the Dursleys. They hated magic, and they weren't too fond of me either. I grew up knowing nothing of the wizarding world or my fame and thinking my parents had died in a car crash." Harry said. J.T. had the feeling Harry was leaving something out. After all, it was basically himself, he knew Harry's expressions and habits.

"You mean you weren't worshipped by the muggles?" Draco asked.

"I don't know why anyone would think that Malfoy. I didn't even know I was famous until Hagrid came to get me and I was mobbed at the Leaky Cauldron." Harry said, a cold edge seeping into his voice. Draco looked thoughtful for a moment.

"You...you said Voldemort came back? How? Shouldn't the killing curse have killed him?" Xander asked.

"Shouldn't it have killed me?" Harry asked. He did not want to go through Voldemort's rebirth just yet. He hadn't told anyone the full story except for when Dumbledore forced him. "It was my fault." Harry whispered. "It's always my fault. Everyone dies because of me." Harry said. He quickly stood up and strode over to one of the doors on the far wall, hoping his bedroom was behind one. Luckily his trunk was behind the first door he opened. He collapsed on the bed, wishing everything would just go away, willing the memories to leave him alone. But they wouldn't.

Different scenes, memories, came rushing back to him. The graveyard, with Cedric's dead eyes staring up at him. Wormtail advancing towards him with a knife. Bowing to Voldemort. The scene changed. Voldemort was younger, they were in a chamber. Ginny lay lifeless on the floor of the Chamber of Secrets. Again things changed, this time Ron was the lifeless one, off to the side of the giant chessboard. That hideous face poking out of the back of Quirell's head.

Without realizing it Harry fell into a restless sleep, his memories combining and twisting into horrible nightmares that wouldn't give him a moments rest. Out in the living room however, the other three were completely oblivious to Harry's distress.

Xander had wanted to follow Harry, but J.T. stopped him. If Harry was anything like himself in personality, it would be better to wait a moment before confronting him again. They sat in silence a moment before Draco spoke up.

"Does the Lucius of your world follow Voldemort?" Draco asked Xander.

"No. Why? Does he here?" Xander asked.

"He did. He expected me to bow to the megalomaniac too. Malfoy's don't bow to anyone." Draco said, sneering.

"Do you know why Harry got so upset?" J.T. asked.

"Potter? Who knows how his mind works." Draco sneered again. "Probably something to do with the third task. Or that incident at the ministry. Or when he disappeared for a month last year." Draco said.

"Could you tell us about those?" J.T. asked.

"No one but Potter and Dumbledore and maybe a few of his friends know the whole truth." Draco said, sneering yet again.

"Could you at least tell us what you know. Obviously you know something." Xander said.

"Fine. In Potter's fourth year they brought back the triwizard tournament. Something happened and Potter was chosen as a fourth champion, along with Cedric Diggory. Nothing much happened until the third task. He and Cedric took the cup at the same time. Something happened and they disappeared. I think the cup was a portkey. Everyone went nuts, and after a long time Potter came back looking like crap. Cedric was dead, Potter had his body. He told everyone that Voldemort was back, but the minister didn't believe him." Draco paused.

"In fifth year he started having these fits, claiming that they were visions of Voldemort. During the history of magic exam, he had another one and rushed out. He was trying to firecall someone, but was stopped by Umbridge, out defense teacher. He and his friends escaped from me and flew off on thestrals. His godfather died, and Voldemort was spotted at the ministry, and that's about all I know about that."

"Sirius died?" J.T. asked. Xander pulled him into a tight embrace.

"What about sixth year?" Xander asked.

"He disappeared for a month. Dumbledore found him and brought him back. he looked like he was dead. They brought him back in the middle of the night. They didn't think anyone was around, but I was under an invisibility cloak. I followed them to the hospital wing. I'm pretty sure he was tortured. Madame Pomfrey said there was residue from the cruciatus curse and thousands of other dark curses. Lot's of broken bones, and he was covered in blood. He was comatose for two weeks." Draco said, his sneer leaving his face as he described Harry's condition. Xander thought he saw a brief flash of worry and concern pass over Draco's face.

The silence that had descended over the room was broken by a loud shriek coming from the direction of Harry's room.