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Summary : Harry is transported to another universe where he isnt the 'Boy who lived' but the 'Boy who everyone secretly wished had died'. How exactly will he cope in this strange world and who has taken his place back home?
Disclaimer: if I did own the books, I would not be writing this would I?…
This does contain slight slash implications
Chp 1 :
Harry Potter, stared at his porridge, wondering whether his life could be any better. It made perfect sense, he told himself. He deserved to be happy! After all Voldemort was gone, he had 2 fiercely loyal friends and now a gorgeous girl friend. He smiled slightly at the thought of Ginny. After the war he sure she would never take him back but she had. He stirred his porridge with a fork, vaguely registering Ron and Hermione having one of their usual bickerings. He had thought it would stop when they got together, but instead it had gotten worse. With a sly smile he thought that their make up sessions more than made up for their fights.
'What's wrong with Malfoy?', asked Ron, with his mouth half full of waffle. Harry broke out of his reverie and said, 'Huh?'
Ron swallowed his waffle and pointed his fork at the slytherin table where one Draco Malfoy was staring at them, rather.. wistfully. Harry felt the colour rise in his cheeks. Just a week ago Malfoy had cornered him after Potions class and said that he liked him and wanted to be something more than friends. Harry winced at the memory and at his own reaction. He had been so shocked by the proposal that he stared at Malfoy's face for a moment and then laughed. When he saw the serious look on the other boys face, he said he wasn't gay and had run off, not looking back even once. He sighed, knowing how Malfoy must feel, after all, he still felt a slight pain in his chest whenever he thought of Cho. So for the past few days he had tried to be nice to Malfoy, that is he had not insulted him even once this whole week.
Harry shrugged, 'What's not wrong with Malfoy, should be the question.', he said laughing loudly, 'Anyway, what home work did we have today, Herm?', he continued, hoping that he could divert their attention somewhere else.
Hermione didn't register what he said immediately, she was staring back at the slytherin, with a frown on her face, 'He doesn't even realize that we're looking back at him!', she said, surprised. There was a pause as she blinked a few times and then she suddenly turned to Harry, who was sitting beside her.
'I think he's staring at someone', she grinned and tilted her head , her expression reminding Harry of a particularly smug Cheshire cat. He felt a heat around his collar and he looked away quickly, laughing nervously, 'Really? How odd.' He said, stirring the porridge more vigorously.
'Bloody Git.', Ron muttered under his breath.
'Don't say that Ron', Hermione warned, 'He's our head boy and deserves our respect.'
Ron scowled, 'the only reason he became head boy is because his father has the whole administration in his pocket.'
Harry sighed as Ron and Hermione went into another of their arguments. This time it was irritating.
He got up from the table rather violently, and walked off , ignoring Deans cry of protest over his spilt juice.
As he passed numerous chattering paintings Harry wondered whether he was really happy. He had every reason to be, but yet, he seemed to brood more often than not. What was wrong with him? why did he feel so empty? He thought of Ginny's angelic face and felt slightly better. However Ginny was just a momentary high. Yes, he liked her, but knew he did not love her. It wasn't going to last for more than a few months, But Ginny, he sighed, Ginny loved him. she had said it to him tons of times. She loved him and could not live without him. he took a deep breath. He could not hurt her, but then how to tell her the truth? He was still pondering over this fact when he felt himself bieng pulled right wards into a closet.
'Hey-!', he yelled. In his mind he saw a flash of Voldemort with his twisted grin. Then he heard her voice,
'Hey, gorgeous', .
Harry pushed Ginny away from him roughly,
'Don't do that!', he said, clutching his wand, willing his heart to calm down. He shut his eyes trying to erase the memory from his mind. however the sickening fear he had felt still raked his insides.
Harry heard a click and soon saw the face of Ginny Weasely staring back at him with a slightly hurt expression on her face.
'What Happened?', she asked, .
'nothing', Harry muttered avoiding her eyes. He didn't want to admit that for a split second he had been convinced that he was being attacked. he quickly put his wand back in his pocket, hoping that Ginny hadn't noticed.
' 'You're such a bad liar Harry', She said quietly. The silence that followed almost made Harry flinch.
'Is there a reason why I'm stuck in a closet when I should be in class?', he asked with a forced smile, finally bieng able to calm himself down.
This usually would have illicited a smile from Ginny but today it just made creases on her forehead.
'Tell me what's wrong Harry.' She said , almost pleading, 'Then may be I can fix it.'
He laughed, 'Nothings wrong', he said offhandedly, leaning forward, trying to kiss her but Ginny took a step backwards,
'Oh no, not this time', she said. Harry distinctly heard a catch in her voice. He opened his mouth to speak but she interrupted him, 'Do you love me Harry?', she asked, her eyes wide and searching.
Harry stared at her, he had a stronge urge to laugh and say, 'you're kidding right', but resisted, 'What sort of question is that?', he said, pretending to be insulted.
Ginny closed her eyes and then opened them. This time there was no concern or worry but anger. Anger and hurt. It was as if his once sentence has transformed her completely.
'Answer it!', she cried. Harry's stomach constricted. Could he say it? His mind was telling him to spit it out but his heart…his heart…what was wrong with it? Why didn't it want him to say it? Say it dammit . they're just three bloody words. But nothing came out.
Ginny's lower lip trembled but she refused to cry.
'Good bye Harry', she said, spinning around and slamming the closet door on his face.
'Ginny! Wait!' Harry yelled , pulling the door open, panic burning his insides as he realised what had just happened. What had he done, he thought in horror.
However Ginny was nowhere to be seen. Where did she go? Where did she go? , he thought. He spotted a door to his right. could he have gone in there? Somewhere in the back of his mind, Harry registered that he had never seen this door before but it was squashed by the one thought overwhelming him as he rushed through it - I CAN'T LOSE HER!
authors note:
well that was the first chapter. I hope you liked it!
Yes, I know it was slightly boring, but I had to provide a background to this whole thing. Don't worry, the interesting part is soon to come!
So read and review ( constructive criticism is allowed), hehe.