A/N: I felt bad about making you wait five days for chapter thirteen so here is chapter fourteen. I figured by putting up two chapters in one day it might make up for the longer than normal wait.

The statements that appear in "bold and are underlined" come directly from Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone, so no complaining about anything said. I know it is plagiarism to copy the direct words, but in this case it was needed. I needed the scene to be as authentic as possible, so I ask that no one turn me in for using the exact words. I do not own them and have told you where they come from, so I am admitting to copying them.

Recap

Harry pulled out his timer again checking it "00:00:31". Harry began to pull back and seen Tonks limping near him. She had been hit in the leg by a curse and there was blood flowing from the gash in her robes. Harry hit the button and the vortex opened in front of him. He grabbed Tonks and shoved her through it and then went to jump in himself. However as he did he heard a Death Eater shout "Flammere Ioblous!" As Harry heard it he felt the fire burn against his clothes and head as he fell limply through the vortex. The vortex closed behind him seconds after he fell through it.

Chapter Fourteen: Dead World or Virus World

A bluish watery vortex appeared in an empty Entrance Hall. Moments after it opened a sixteen-year-old girl with spiked bubblegum pink hair came hurling out of it. She landed with a thud on the floor of the hall. "What in the bloody hell was that?" She asked in a shocked tone of voice.

She looked around and seen the hall was empty. There was no sign of the battle that had been taking place moments before she landed here. She was brought out of her thoughts when there was a loud thud near.

Tonks turns to see Harry lying on the floor; his back is covered in flames. She gasped in horror as she looked at him. "Aquarius!" Tonks shouted as she aimed her wand at Harry. A stream of water gushed out of her wand and hit Harry's limp body putting out the fire that was covering his back.

Tonks ran over and knelt by Harry with a worried expression on her face. "You better not die on me! You got me here and now you have to get us out of here! SOMEONE HELP!" Tonks shouted, as she remained knelt by Harry holding his wet limp form against her.

Where am I

Harry woke to find himself in a very dark and shabby place. He remembered going through the vortex, and then it hit him. He had been struck by a fire curse. Harry quickly checked and found that there was no sign of the fire or any scorching from it. Harry didn't know what to make of it, but something very strange was happening to him again.

He knew that he should have wound up in the Main Entrance Hall of Hogwarts. However from what he could tell he was nowhere near Hogwarts. Harry looked around and seen that a few old women were sitting in a corner, drinking tiny glasses of sherry. One of them was smoking a long pipe. A little man in a top hat was talking to the old bartender, who was quite bald and looked like a toothless walnut.

When Harry looked at the bartender for a second things began to click. He was in fact not near Hogwarts instead he was standing in the Leaky Cauldron looking at Tom the owner. He didn't know what to make of it; he should not have been there. The timer had never taken him so far off course before. That is when Harry thought about his timer, he reached into his pocket for the timer and found it was missing. 'Just great not only did I end up here, now I lost the bloody timer too.' Thought Harry as he felt around his other pocket looking to see if the timer was in it.

The low buzz of chatter stopped and the silence brought Harry out of his thoughts. Harry looked to see a giant of a man enter with a small messy black hair boy beside him. It didn't dawn on Harry until he heard the bartender speak as to what was happening.

The bartender reached for a glass and said "The usual, Hagrid?"

"Can't, Tom, I'm on Hogwarts business," said Hagrid, clapping his great hand on the boy's shoulder and making the boy's knees buckle.

"Good Lord," said the bartender, peering at Harry, "is this -- can this be --?"

All eyes in the Leaky Cauldron were planted on the giant and the boy. Harry found himself staring as well not sure how he could be here. He knew exactly when and where he was. This was the first time he had come to the Leady Cauldron with Hagrid.

Harry ignored a lot of what was going on as people fused to get a chance to speak to the young Harry Potter. Harry's attention was drawn to the crowd when he heard Hagrid's voice.

"Professor Quirrell!" said Hagrid. "Harry, Professor Quirrell will be one of your teachers at Hogwarts."

Harry stared at Quirrell as he grasped his younger self's hand. 'Voldemort must not have yet possessed Quirrell when I first met him here. If he was possessed he wouldn't have been able to grasp my hand.' Thought Harry as he continued to stare at the events going on around him.

A good ten minutes passed before Harry heard Hagrid's voice come barreling over all the other noise in the bar. "Must get on -- lots ter buy. Come on, Harry."

Harry watched as Hagrid and his younger version left the bar, and then out of the corner of his eye he seen something. He quickly turned to look, but what he seen was gone. He was sure that he seen a man that stood a good six-foot or taller. The man was dressed in a black cloak or maybe a black robe that covered his entire body. Harry only got a quick glance, but he seen that the man's face was concealed by a hood.

Harry didn't know what to think about the mysterious man he thought he seen. Maybe he had been imagining it. After all he had been under a lot of stress lately. Harry reached back into his pocket to continue his search for the timer. However he did not find the timer, instead he found a small pocket watch. It was different from a normal pocket watch however because it had a digital display on it that was counting down like Harry's timer did. He didn't remember ever having a watch like this, and had no idea where it came from as he looked at the time on the watch. The watch was counting down and read "3...2...1".

No Help in Sight

Tonks had been shouting for help for a good ten minutes but yet no one was coming to her aid. She remained sitting on the floor holding Harry's limp head in her lap. As she looked at him, she decided she should see how badly he was burnt.

She carefully moved him slightly and seen that his robe was scorched from the fire, but it had not burnt through. Then she saw where the most damage was. The back of Harry's head was burnt pretty badly. All the hair on the back of his head had been singed off, and there was some first and possible second degree burns on his scalp.

Tonks carefully placed Harry's head down on to the floor, and stood up. She removed her robe to reveal a black T-shirt with a Weird Sister's logo on it and a pair of blue jeans. She placed her robe on the floor and then used her wand to transfigure the robe into a pillow. She carefully lifted Harry's again and placed it on the pillow.

"Sorry mate, but I need to find you some help. I just hope there are some people around here some where." Tonks said as she stood back up and started to walk to see if she could find someone to help Harry.

Leaping Again

As the watch it zero Harry felt a tug behind his navel and felt his feet leave the ground as he was hurled somewhere else.

When the feeling ended Harry was looking directly at the Hogwarts Express. Smoke from the engine drifted over the heads of the chattering crowd. Harry saw cats of every color wound around the legs of their owners. As students were loading on to the train, owls hooted to one another in a disgruntled sort of way over the chatter and the scraping of heavy trunks.

Harry looked and seen the wrought-iron archway, which was the entrance and exit of platform nine and three quarters. As he was looking at it he saw his eleven-year-old self come through the barrier. Instantly Harry realized where and when he was. He remembered fondly his first trip to Hogwarts. That was when he met Ron and Hermione, and instantly made friends with them.

The thought of meeting Ron and Hermione made Harry sad as he realized that he might never get to see the real Ron and Hermione again. Real meaning the ones that he knew and cared about on his own world.

Harry watched as his younger self, made his way on board the Hogwarts Express. Harry began to wonder why he had been brought to this moment in his life. Surely there had to be some reason for him to be replaying his life. Harry looked at the watch and seen that it only had a little over five minutes on it. Harry didn't what the point of this leap was, but he knew he needed to figure it out quick as his time was running out.

Harry quickly began looking around the platform looking for anything that might explain what was happening to him. He quickly looked around twice and didn't see anything strange about the platform. He looked at the watch again and now he only had a minute and a half left to figure out what was happening.

The whistle on the train sounded and the train began to pull away from the platform. Harry just stood staring at it until the back end came into view then he saw something. At least he thought he saw something. It was only a quickly flash but it seemed like the glimmering off of metal. It was like he had seen light reflecting off a metal blade.

No One Around

Tonks was becoming very concerned and terrified that she was alone in the castle with the exception of Harry. She had checked the teacher's lounge, (A/N: Not sure if there is a real teacher's lounge or not but I am putting it in.) but found it was empty like the rest of the rooms she had checked.

Tonks made her way into the great hall and was again disappointed to find that it was empty. Tonks was beginning to get really depressed about her situation. First she was on her own world where a war had broken out. Now she was on some strange world where there seemed to be no life to speak of. Then there was Harry, who was lying in the entrance hall still in bad shape from the curse that hit him.

Tonks decided to make her way back to Harry. She couldn't just let him lying there like that. She needed to get him somewhere better than that hard stone floor he was on.

What Is Going On

Harry found himself in a dark corridor and was pretty sure that he was now in Hogwarts. As he was trying to figure out what was happening he seen the door open and watched as his eleven year old self, Ron, Hermione, and Neville quickly shut the door and lend against it listening.

Harry instantly knew where he was and definitely didn't like the idea of being here. As he looked away from the group of friends and he saw the eyes of a monstrous dog. A dog that filled the whole space between ceiling and floor. It had three heads. Three pairs of rolling, mad eyes; three noses, twitching and quivering in their direction; three drooling mouths, saliva hanging in slippery ropes from yellowish fangs.

Harry looked away from Fluffy and at the group at the door. "He thinks this door is locked," the younger version of Harry whispered. "I think we'll be okay-- get off, Neville!" For Neville had been tugging on the sleeve of Harry's bathrobe for the last minute. "What?"

Harry watched the horrified expressions on the faces of the kids in the room with him. He knew this was not the best place to be right now. He watched as the younger him, Ron, Hermione, and Neville ran out of the door shutting it tight behind them.

Harry found himself locked in the corridor with Fluffy. Then it happened Harry thought that Fluffy was swiping at him but instead the large paw went through him and hit the door.

Harry couldn't believe it; Fluffy's paw had gone right through him as if he weren't even there. Now things were starting to a little more sense. That explained why no one seemed to notice him when he was in the Leady Cauldron or on Platform Nine and Three-Quarters.

Harry quickly began to think about everything that was happening. 'Maybe that fire curse killed me. That would explain why I am reliving my life, but why would I be leaping around like this?' Harry thought as he looked at the claw marks in the door, which should have hit him.

Moving Harry's Body

Tonks made her way back to the entrance hall, and raced over to Harry who was still unconscious on the floor. She knelt down beside him and ran her hand lightly through the hair on the front of Harry head. "Harry I am so sorry. I tried to get help I truly did, but there isn't anyone here. It looks like I am on my own to get you fixed up."

Tonks stood up and aimed her wand at Harry again. "Mobilicorpus!"

Harry's body rose into the air, and Tonks used the spell to carefully move Harry to a better location. It took her some time but eventually she managed to get Harry up to the hospital wing.

She carefully maneuvered Harry on to a bed, and then began looking around to see if she could find any potion that might help Harry.

Fire in the Sky

After feeling the familiar tug again Harry found that he was standing in the middle of the Hogwarts Quidditch Pitch. He could tell that it was the evening by how the sun was beginning to set. He began to think about what memory this was, but it didn't strike him till he heard Wood's voice.

"Hey, Potter, come down!"

Harry watched as his younger self landed on the ground beside Oliver Wood. Harry watched as Oliver explained all about Quidditch to the young Harry. Harry couldn't hold back his laugh as he watched Oliver explain what the Bludgers.

At once, the black ball rose high in the air and then pelted straight at Harry's face. Harry swung at it with the bat to stop it from breaking his nose, and sent it zigzagging away into the air -- it zoomed around their heads and then shot at Wood, who dived on top of it and managed to pin it to the ground. (A/N: If you didn't guess it, the Harry in this statement is the eleven-year-old not the fifteen year old.)

Harry just laughed as he watched Oliver struggle to get the Bludger back into the box. Harry watched as Oliver and the younger version of him went into the air and practiced with golf balls. Harry remembered that Oliver didn't want to use a real snitch for the practice since it was getting dark out.

After a half hour of watching the two in the air they finally landed and headed back towards the castle. Harry just stood in the middle of the pitch, not really sure what the point of this memory was.

"I thought the memories had something to show me. The first one I caught a glimpse of a strange man. The second one I caught the glimmer of light hitting off something like a blade. The third one I had I found out why no one noticed me, but so far I haven't learned anything from this one." Harry said to himself as he made his way over to the bench seats.

After sitting down Harry pulled out the watch and seen that he only had a minute left. "Well if I am going to learn something it should happen soon."

Just as Harry said that he got his answer. The sky became bright as Harry seen a trail of fire race across the sky.

Harry Don't You Die

Tonks had looked around the hospital wing, but didn't find anything she knew would help Harry. She wished that Madam Pomfrey would have been there, she would have known exactly what to do to help Harry. Unfortunately for Harry and her it didn't seem like anyone was around. Tonks made her way over to the bed she had placed Harry on. "I am sorry Harry I have failed you again." A tear rolled down her cheek as she placed her hand on to Harry's shoulder.

A/N: Well I have decided to be evil! Evil Grin You will have to wait until the next chapter to find out what happens to Harry. Now if you review like good readers then I will get the next chapter up as quick as possible. However if you're bad and don't review then no chapter 15 for you! lol I also gave you more to think about in this chapter.