Title: Bitterness and Redemption

Rating: M

Spoilers: Books 1 to 6. It will not follow canon completely as I will not base my story and plot on the horcruxes.

Summary: From your abyss you are brought to our land for salvation. Harry finds himself in a world where everything is different yet still the same. What is Harry to do? Alternate Universe!

Disclaimer: I own nothing. Harry Potter and all the characters associated with him is the property of JK Rowling. No money is made of this.

Chapter 3

Questions

"My name is Harry James Potter. Son of Lilly and James Potter." Harry heard a thud from his right and could only guess that his 'mother' had fainted. If Remus's complexion was anything to go with, he was soon going to join her on the floor.

Well, I guess I had accomplished one thing.

They're not sporting that irritating expression anymore!

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Harry James Potter, Harry James Potter. He just said Harry James Potter. That's not possible. Harry's dead. Been dead for 16 years now (Remember that Harry is actually 19 and when he came to this alternate world he went 2 years into the past as well). I was there with the funeral. I saw his small little body. I held Lilly while she cried. I supported James when he was devastated. He CAN NOT be Harry James Potter. Harry James Potter is DEAD.

That still does not explain why he looks so much like James. And he has Lilly's eyes. Logic. Remus hated that word. Logic. Why must he have a logical brain?

"But, no, you cannot be Harry Potter. Harry Potter is dead. He's been dead for 16 years now."

Remus did not like the way his voice sounded. He sounded like a petulant child. The look on this 'Harry Potter's' face did not change one bit.

"I can assure you Moony that I am Harry Potter. My father is James Potter, or better known to you as Prongs." Ignoring the shocked gazes sent his way he continued. His breath hitched as he spoke the next sentence. "My go, godfather is Sirius Black, better known as Padfoot."

"If you still don't believe me I can continue on with other family members although I would rather forget about them." The disgust in Harry's voice was clear as day. He hated the Dursley's, there was no other way to describe what he felt for them, other than hate.

Remus didn't know what to do. Sitting himself on the nearest bed in fear of falling over, he inspected the young man before him.

There was definitely something about the boy. He could not place his finger on it but there was something that worried him. Worried him a great deal.

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Harry watched in amusement as moony sank onto the bed. Well, I guess I really shocked him now. Moving his attention from Remus to Dumbledore he found that while the twinkle in his eyes were working over time (he wondered if he maybe got paid overtime just to get it to twinkle so damn much), there was still a mistrust hidden in his eyes.

It hurt to look at Dumbledore. He had been dead for the better part of 3 years and now, when Harry found him up and about in the land of the living, Dumbledore didn't trust him. It hurt more than he wanted to admit.

"Professor Dumbledore. If I may, I would like to speak to you in your office. I believe it is still on the second floor with the gargoyle guarding it?"

"Of course young man. Poppy would you please see to Lilly. I believe she had gone into shock. Remus, contact James please but don't tell him anything yet. Just tell him that Lilly has taken ill and wishes to see him. Tell him it's nothing serious and that he shouldn't worry."

While Dumbledore was giving out his orders Harry's attention had moved onto the last person in the room. Snape. Who was looking at him in a very curious way. There was a very clear distrust on his face but Harry could see that he was keeping his curiosity in check.

"Well, young man, should we adjourn to my office?" Not waiting for answer Dumbledore made his way out of the infirmary.

Not really knowing why he did it, just knowing that it was the right thing to do, Harry spoke a few words before he left.

"I hope you get well soon Professor Snape. I am well versed in the art of potion making and if you find that you need a sutiacurs potion to fight the lingering affects of the crucio, please don't hesitate to ask."

Harry was out the door before anyone could speak and he didn't see the look that Snape was giving him. Mad-eye had helped him understand the delicate art that was potion brewing and Harry was quite proud of what he had accomplished.

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While walking to Dumbledore's office Harry's thoughts went on a rampage. I just offered Snape my help. Snape. My help. To Snape of all people. Someone kill me please. Okay, don't panic yet Harry. He won't accept your help because he doesn't trust you, yet. No one trust's you. Harry quickly squashed that little voice and continued his thoughts.

Okay, so I am in an alternate universe. My parents are alive. I am dead. Okay, no I'm not, my other self is. Technically in this world I don't exist. But how can I be here if I don't exist in this world. Okay, now I'm just giving myself a headache.

Moony. Moony is alive. Isn't it funny how the fact that he is alive and well affects me more than the fact that my parents are alive. Well, he was the one who helped me through everything. He was there when I needed upliftment, when I was depressed, when I was happy, when I was sad. Okay, okay, so he was there almost always (at least since third year).

I wonder if padfoot is alive. No, don't go there. Don't get your hopes up just to have them squashed again. At least Moony, Lilly and James are alive. Work with what you have.

Snape is alive. Can I make it up to him. How can I ever make up for what I did. I killed the man. As in avada kedavra you're gone. Dead. Deceased. Departed. Visiting with those who was unfortunate enough to die on the Titanic. Where in the world did that come from. Okay, so he's dead. Was dead. Is actually alive. In this world. Dead in the other. Stop thinking Harry or you will have a seizure.

So deep in thought was Harry that he almost walked right into Dumbledore who was waiting for the gargoyle to open up and the revolving stairs to take him up.

Quickly coming to a halt Harry waited patiently with Dumbledore for the stairs to appear and made his way in after the headmaster.

The first thing Harry noticed when he appeared at the top of the stairs was that no matter in which world he was, Dumbledore would always be the same. Trinklets of all shapes and sizes decorated the tables and cabinets in the office.

Fawkes was perched on the back of Dumbledore's chair but as soon as Harry stepped closer to the chairs in front of Dumbledore's desk the phoenix flew over and landed right on Harry's shoulder.

The shock that Dumbledore tried to hide at his phoenix's behavior was in vain as Harry could see it clear as day and felt an inner joy at the fact that he had caused Dumbledore's usual jovial façade to falter for a moment.

"Sit, sit, Harry. Now, would you like some tea and biscuits. How about a lemon drop?"

Harry almost burst out laughing at the last.

Truly, Dumbledore didn't change no matter where Harry found him. Even in another world.

"I would prefer headmaster to get right to the point." Not giving Dumbledore a chance to protest Harry charged on with his story.

"I think it best that I tell you the whole story as it will not make much sense other wise. But first I must confess that I have no idea how it came to happen. You see headmaster, I believe I'm from another universe. No wait, there is very good reasons for me to believe so; for the only other explanation is that I'm going crazy and while I'm not the most sane person in the world I believe that most of my sanity is still in tact."

Taking a deep breath Harry continued.

"It all started the night of Halloween 1981." Harry could see in the way that Dumbledore straightened up a bit that the date held meaning in this world as well. "On that night Voldemort attacked our home in Godric's Hollow. My father fought him off while my mother took me up to the nursery in an attempt to get the most needed stuff and then move us to safety. Voldemort killed my father and moved up to the nursery. He gave my mother the choice to just hand me over and live or he will kill her and then kill me. My mother, never one to back down and loving me too much to just give me up, stood fast against Voldemort and lost her life trying to save mine." Harry's voice hitched at this point but he continued none the less. "Voldemort then turned his attention to me and shot the killing curse at me. As you can see, I am quite alive and well so obviously the killing curse failed. Or better said, it rebounded on Voldemort. He was out of 'commission' for 10 years."

"In my first year Voldemort had made his home in the back of the head of a professor here. He attempted to find the philosopher stone but I thwarted his plan. In second year he tried to come back by means of a memory preserved in a diary. Again I stopped him. Fourth year Hogwarts hosted the Tri Wizard Tournament. Barty Crouch Jr was using polyjuice potion to pose as Mad-Eye Moody who was that year's defence teacher. He entered my name into the tournament and I was forced to participate. At the end of the third task, I took the cup along with Cedric Diggaroy. Cedric was killed for he was a 'spare'. Voldemort used my blood in a ritual to resurrect himself and I barely escaped with my life."

Harry was quite enjoying the shock, horror and pride flittering on Dumbledore's face. The next part of his story was going to be the most difficult to tell but he found that once he had started he had to go on for he was not certain that he would be able to continue at a later stadium.

"In my fifth year, we realized that Voldemort and I had a unique bond which was created when he tried to kill me as a baby. He sent me false images with ligillemency and at the end of my fifth year I was under the impression that my godfather was in danger and tried to save him. Bellatrix Lestrange dueled with Sirius and in the end Sirius fell through the Veil of Death in the Department of Mysteries. In my sixth year, sixth year, you, yo, ." Harry found to his horror that tears were streaming down his face. Scraping them away with the back of his hand he cleared his throat and continued.

"At the end of my sixth year sir, you were killed." This time Dumbledore could not contain the gasp of shock. Harry smiled weakly at him before he continued.

"It was special circumstances in which you died sir, circumstances in which I would rather not go into now. I left Hogwarts at the end of sixth year and during what should have been my second month of school I performed my first ever murder. I am not proud of what I did but I believed that it was justified. It was the person who killed you sir, that was my first victim. After that I trained with Remus and the real Mad-Eye Moody and we fought along with the Aurors and other Order members against Voldemorts death eaters. Yes, sir, I know about the Order of the Phoenix. There were a few battles after my sixth year but by the time I was nineteen Voldemort was finally defeated. For good that time. I hope."

"I was sitting in my room located in the dungeons with Hermione Granger and Ginny Weasley keeping me company. I fell asleep and the next time I woke, I was in the cell with Professor Snape. From there on you know basically all that happened."

There was an eerie silence that grew uncomfortable with each second that passed.

When Dumbledore finally looked up at him he asked the one question that Harry was not ready to answer yet, if ever.

"Who killed Voldemort?"

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