OoOoO Chapter 6 - Year One OoOoO

The hours slipped by.

Harry wondered if Ron had a grave site here. Should he see if Hermione was really dead here too as well? Was there even a possibility that she was alive? If she was, where would she have gone if not to Hogwarts? Did she even know she was a witch? How far was this reality split from his?

From the corner of his eye, Dumbledore's head bobbed away from the cup in his hands. Harry sat straight up and Bill looked immediately at him. Harry nodded towards Dumbledore. "They're coming back."

Bill studied Dumbledore and stood from his seat. Slowly, like they were waking from a dream, people began leaning backwards from their cups, opening their eyes and blinking away the last of the images they'd seen. Then, they started whispering, their voices growing as arguments broke out between members. The room grew loud and Harry almost didn't hear his name until he felt a hand wrap around his upper right arm and swing him around.

"You talked to you-know-who!" Jonathan exploded at him with wide eyes. "Right to his face! The snake-parasite thing."

Harry shrugged off Jonathan's hand and nodded, putting his hands into his pockets. "I had to, if you missed that. He was going to kill me."

"But you were a first year!"

"It was a long time ago."

Dumbledore sat in an empty chair across from Harry. "The Sorcerer's Stone was used by Voldemort to try to recreate himself a body in your first year," he said, folding his hands in his lap. He stared over his half moon spectacles at Harry with serious eyes, no twinkle to be found.

The crowds around Harry quieted and settled their attention on the Headmaster and himself. Harry nodded in agreement.

"In your memories," Dumbledore went on, "Voldemort first fell when Lily and James Potter died by his hand. He was able to kill both fully grown wizards, but not you, a child. Where you ever able to figure out why?"

The gravity of Dumbledore's questions hung heavy in the air, and Harry felt a shiver run down his spine. Despite it all, he was back in whatever Dumbledore was planning, and every new answer put him further in the middle of it all. "I'm sure you have several theories."

"Old magic I presume?"

Harry nodded. "My mother sacrificed her life for my protection. She was given a choice to leave me or die, and she chose death. In that sacrifice, she enacted a protection that made it so he couldn't hurt me. Touch me," Harry glanced at Jonathan at that part. "So when he tried to kill me the night he killed my parents, the spell backfired and ... well no one actually knows what happened to his body, but some think it sort of blew up."

"He got it back though at some point right?" Fred frowned, his twin nodding at his side. "So you could kill him?"

"Yeah," Harry nodded. "My fourth year."

Jonathan frowned. "During the Goblet of Fire tournament-thing?"

"Don't be daft, no one's been in that since-" George started, shaking his shaggy head of hair.

"Yeah," Harry confirmed. "Near the end."

And then several Order members were talking at once, trying to he heard over another. Harry couldn't pick through the individual voices aimed at him, so he looked over to Dumbledore, tuning out the mess. Apparently no one here liked the mention of the Tournament.

The old wizard steepled his fingers near his mouth. Harry made sure to look at the tops of his bushy brows. "And Severus Snape? What do you know of him?" The Order was still talking over themselves, and Harry barely heard his question.

He was caught off guard. His first year... Snape hadn't been the friendliest. He opened his mouth and then closed it in the same moment. The Snape here might not be the same that had been in his world. Most likely wasn't. Was he a true Death Eater here? "He... first off," Harry shook his head. "What did you see? I wasn't sure what I'd put in the pensive."

Sirius's mysterious wife stepped forwards, apparently having heard Harry. "The Order witnessed Hagrid giving you your letter into Hogwarts-"

"Which was hilarious might I say," George smiled, apparently stopping his own conversation and turning to Harry's and Dumbledore's. Several Order members followed Fred and George's lead of attention and Harry again, had most of the Order member's ears trained on him.

The blonde woman glanced at George and continued on. "As well as the troll incident-

"- completely wicked-" Fred threw in, grinning wide.

"- then... Fluffy, the three headed dog-"

"- completely terrifying," Jonathan said.

"- your first flying incident-"

"-Which was amazing!" Jonathan smiled, and Harry was pained to think that it very nearly mirrored Harry's own smile in his reflections. "The Dragon Prince's face when you grabbed the Remembral a meter from the ground was unforgettable!"

The blonde Order member was about to continue on, but Harry had choked out a laugh that had Jonathan staring. "T-The Dragon Prince?" Harry coughed. "Draco Malfoy? You call him the-" Harry rolled his eyes heavenward. The bleedin Dragon prince. Oh Merlin, Ron would have loved this.

"Well no one calls a Malfoy by their name," Jonathan shrugged a shoulder, watching Harry begin to laugh himself silly.

"Okay fine, but Dragon Prince?" Harry caught his side and shook his head, feeling his hair fall around his face. "What kind of-"

"Voldemort himself graced the young Mr. Malfoy with that title when he killed Kevin Entwhistle, a muggle born, in front of his followers when he was a child," Dumbledore said morosely.

Harry felt his insides immediately chill and his laughter disappear. No way in Merlin. He paused uncertainly. "He killed someone for being muggle born for Voldemort?" Harry asked in disbelief. The Draco that came to Harry's mind was the young man in Harry's year who, though had always been a prat, had turned from the Dark Lord's side when it became his turn to chose. Not a killer. A murderer for Voldemort.

Jonathan nodded besides Harry. "Rumor has it that he did it when he was twelve."

Harry looked at the faces around him, looking for something other than the disgust and hate that he saw in everyone's eyes. "That's... that's not the Malfoy I know in my world," Harry said quietly. No wonder no one else had laughed at his title when Harry did.

"He's the Minister's Heir," James explained. "The Malfoy's have always been close to you-know-who, and when the old government fell, they became his whip to the populace. The oldest Malfoy could almost be considered a prince here, hence the name. We live in different worlds."

The anger from earlier rose up again from the depths of Harry's stomach, but he swallowed it down. "Apparently."

The blonde lady frowned and exchanged a look with James that Harry couldn't name. Harry acknowledged her directly. "What came next, er, Mrs-?"

"Marlene. Marlene Black," the blonde woman answered with a short nod. "You might also have known me in your world by my maiden name, McKinnon?" Sirius had an arm wrapped around the back of her chair, and frowned as she introduced herself.

Harry sat himself up straight. He'd heard about her at some point, he knew. In his world she'd been killed along with her whole family by Death Eaters. "Uh, yes. Thanks - Mrs. Black," he stumbled.

"What I don't understand," Sirius leaned forwards in his chair, and rested his elbows on his knees. "Is where I was in your memories. Or Marlene? Remus? Or even Alice and Frank, who here, was appointed your godmother." Harry's eyebrows lifted at the information. Had Alice Longbottom been his godmother in his world too? "Where were we in all of this?" Sirius asked, looking to James and Remus. "I didn't see any of us, once. Not a mention-"

"Some of you were dead," Harry replied.

Sirius sat back in his chair heavily. "Me?"

Harry studied the ground. The ancient wood beneath their feet gleamed, it seemed Kreacher took good care of the house in this world, at least where most people wandered. "Not yet, no," Harry answered truthfully. "But everyone might as well have been." Remus was a werewolf starving on the streets, the Longbottoms living in a long term facility after their torture, and Sirius locked in Azkaban. Marlene, he'd never even met before.

Harry shook away the memories, and looked up. Sirius was studying Harry closely, grey eyes focused on his face. Harry found himself shrugging at the reflection of his lost godfather. "My memories will explain most of it, over time. It's a long story." Not that long, but Harry couldn't find it in himself to keep staring at the one man who had been the most like a father to him.

Marlene traded a guarded look with Dumbledore before nodding. "We saw, of course, the end of your first year with your, if you'll excuse my phrasing, two-faced professor, and your possession of the sorcerer's stone." Marlene shook her head like she was shaking off dangerous words. "And- Severus Snape was also apart of several memories, none of which were good."

Sirius nearly growled. "Bloody greasy haired-"

Harry watched faces around the room grow dark and Harry felt his stomach fall. "So he's not apart of the Light Side then here?" Harry asked around the room, coming to land his eyes on Dumbledore.

"What do you know about Snape, boy?" Mad-Eye grimaced darkly, his scarred hand tightening around his staff.

"He was Potions Master at Hogwarts in my world. He was a spy for Dumbledore… which I guess wouldn't be the case here?" Harry asked.

"He's uh… No, he's not the Potions Master at Hogwarts. Slughorn is," Jonathan said softly. "Severus Snape is you-know-who's right hand man here. He's evil."

Harry frowned, and found himself looking to Dumbledore. That couldn't be right. Not Snape. He was too invested. Too—Harry thought about his mother, and suddenly, he wasn't so sure. He'd only agreed to help Dumbledore to save his mother in his world. What if Snape and his mother weren't as close in this world? What if he didn't love her here? What if he never had? Would he still be part of the light then?

Harry met his gaze with Dumbledore and the older man stared back at him with expressionless eyes. Harry didn't know what to make of it. "Snape's part of the Death Eaters?"

"Of course," Dumbledore said, sounding perfectly even to Harry. He stared at something past Harry's eyes, and if he had been anyone else, at some other point in time, Harry would have thought less about it. But here in front of him, Dumbledore looked stiff. Unnatural. Rehearsed. Was he … was he lying to him?

Harry's eyes narrowed. "Really?"

"I'm sorry to …inform you of that," Bill said lowly. "Here, he's one of the Darkest wizards after you-know-who himself. Maybe even worse than the Minister, Malfoy." He met Harry's eyes and looked confused. "But in your world… he wasn't. What was he?"

Harry looked away and glanced at Lily, who was resolutely staring at the ground, a hand fisted in her robes. "He… He was one of the bravest men I'd ever met," Harry answered truthfully again. "He saved my life, more times than I can count. Probably more times than I know. He was good."

Lily looked up, shock clearly over her face. James shook his head and held one of her hands tightly. "That's hard to hear, let alone believe."

"It's true."

"But he's-" Jonathan started to say, only to get cut off simultaneously by agreeing Order members.

"A complete sociopath-" Sirius said.

"-with a dash of wanker-" George spoke up.

"-as one of the darkest souls on Britain under you-know-who -" A blonde haired wizard with a missing left hand that Harry didn't recognize spoke up.

"-with an extra helping of crazy?" Fred finished with raised eyebrows. He folded his hands behind his back and nodded royally. "Yes, we thought so too."

"-Slytherin!" Jonathan burst out, his voice echoing the room. Eyes fell to the youngest wizard among them. "Born and bread, he's nothing but a dark hearted, murdering -"

Harry had had enough. "Alright, fine. He might be the evil sort here, but being a Slytherin has nothing to do with it."

Jonathan cut himself off and looked at Harry with a mixture of confusion and amusement. "What are you on about? It's got everything to due with that he's a Slytherin! All Slytherins back then were-"

Harry shook his head. "No," he argued. "Not all Slytherin's. Whatever you think you're about to say, you're wrong." Regulus Black was at the forefront of Harry's mind. "Just because people get sorted into that House doesn't make them inherently evil. Slytherin might not have the best… reputation, but that doesn't mean every snake in its house is going to become like Volde- you-know-who."

Jonathan's jaw was clenched. "Not in your world maybe, but here—"

"They are more alike than you'd want to think," Harry interrupted. "Trust me, I don't particularly have fond feelings for many of them, but some aren't as rotten to the core as they'd have you believe."

Jonathan shook his head, "Gryffindor—"

"—isn't always filled with the bravest of people," Harry said slowly. "You've already felt the effects of that in this world with your missing Harry."

Jonathan froze.

"And I felt it in mine with having no family," Harry continued. "Merlin, I was almost sorted in Slytherin my first year, and that wouldn't have somehow turned me evil." Jonathan looked to his parents. James nodded along with Harry, and Lily smiled sadly at her son. "Just… keep that in mind when you all watch my memories. Not every house member truly lives up to the reputation wizards and witches have set up."

Sirius was the one to brake the oppressing quiet that hung in the air after Harr's speech. He clapped his hands together and stood up. "Well, we've got the basics, who wants dinner? I bet if we asked the house elves to make us something special they could whip-"

"We should just finish this, Black," Mad-Eye interrupted, turning from Sirius to Harry. "If you're hungry then ask your house elves to bring out food, but we should finish this tonight so everyone can sleep peacefully with both eyes shut."

Fred cocked an eyebrow. "It sleeps at all?"

George tapped his chin with a finger. "Can his magical eye even sleep?" He suddenly frowned. "What about an eye-lid? Where'd that-"

Mad-Eye slammed his staff down again, setting sparks into the air. Jonathan flinched. "Enough! We finish this before we turn our backs for the night." He glanced at Dumbledore and sat back down with the cup of the pensive in front of him.

Sirius clutched his chest dramatically and sighed, sitting down back in his seat around the Order. "Asking me to sacrifice my food in my own home."

"Maybe if you were half a prat less, people would be nicer," Jonathan smiled sweetly.

Sirius turned to James seriously. "James."

James raised an eyebrow. "Yes Sirius?"

"Your son."

"What about him?"

"He's abusive to me, do something about it."

James hid a smirk with a false scowl at Jonathan. "Tisk tisk son, be nice to your uncle."

Jonathan pulled his tongue out at Sirius. "I like my Godfather best."

Sirius shot Remus dirty look. "Never mind. I blame you Remus."

"I'm heartbroken," Remus deadpanned.

A pink haired woman walked closer in Harry's sight of vision and sat down next to Remus in an ungraceful heap. Harry met her eyes and an automatic smile reached his lips. The woman grinned at him and winked. "Wotcher, Harry?"

"Tonks." Harry grinned on the inside at the sight of her. She was sitting next to Remus comfortably, but Harry could see no rings on their fingers. They weren't married here.

Tonks's eyes lit up. "You knew me in your world?"

Harry nodded. "We were friends."

The smile slipped from her face. She glanced over at Remus and nodded slowly. "Were?"

Harry realized his slip of the tongue and rubbed at his neck. "It was a war. A lot of my friends died."

She blinked and tried a smile. "You're right," she nodded. "I'm glad that I died doing the right thing there though. Fighting you-know-who. Dying with a purpose and all that," she said. Her grin turning a little wicked. "Didn't leave behind a special someone did I? Eh?" she winked at him. "Give a girl a hint."

The warm feelings at seeing Tonks vanished. Oh Merlin. He flinched back at her words and left the inside of his head reeling. Left behind someone important. Someone—oh Merlin Teddy. It had been his turn to look after Teddy the day he was taken. Teddy was still with his grandmother. Safe, a part of his mind whispered at him, untaken from his world. But still Harry hadn't showed up. The reporters would have… well they would have told everyone he was dead wouldn't they have? And Teddy… only four months old… Harry shook his head and smiled apologetically at Tonks who was staring at him in shock and confusion.

"You just reminded me of something that I… well, it can't be helped now," he said.

"What?" she asked, her face closed off and hurt. Like he'd, Merlin forbid, hurt her feelings.

He rubbed at his neck again, unsure what to tell her. "You- In my world Tonks, you gave birth to a son a couple months ago right before you died at the Battle of Hogwarts. You named him my godson. When you said, left someone behind..." Harry trailed off lamely.

"His father?" Tonks asked, her eyes never leaving his face.

Harry didn't look over to Remus, but he felt the werewolf's gaze on him the hardest out of the Order. "Dead in the same Battle."

Tonks opened her mouth a few times before she could settle on a few words. "Do you- is he with you at-"

Harry understood what she was saying and shook his head. "He stays with your mother most of the time. I visit and get him on some weekends when I'm free, but mostly he stays with your mother."

"Just my mother over there?"

Harry nodded, and Tonks looked away sadly in a nod. "I named him after my dad then, didn't I?"

Harry smiled sadly. "We call him Teddy."

"It's a good name. Teddy."

Harry nodded, mostly for her benefit.

Jonathan nudged Harry with his elbow lightly and grinned, breaking the morose weight in the air. "Speaking of kids, you still haven't met the twins."

Harry looked to Fred and George, who grinned back at him and shook theirs heads. Harry's eyebrows came together. "Twins?" he asked, and watched Tonks from the corner of his eye slide closer to Remus. Her hands trembled, and Remus took them between his.

"Yeah, they're at Hogwarts right now. They're my—well now our younger sisters. Gabby and Nikki. Gabriella and Nicole. Second years. One in Ravenclaw, the other in Hufflepuff actually."

"You have sisters?" Harry asked, surprised. He shouldn't have been, because if his parents had lived then he most likely would have had siblings, but it was strange to him.

"No. We have sisters. They'll love you. Don't worry about it. It's too bad they couldn't come here tonight so you could meet them, but anyone who hasn't graduated Hogwarts isn't allowed in the Order or to its meetings. Even I shouldn't be here really, but I'd snuck in when you were... uh, being called, so both my parents and Dumbledore thought that-"

Harry frowned and shook his head. They weren't his sisters, Jonathan needed to understand that he wasn't planning on, for Merlin's sake, staying. "Jonathan, I'm not—I can't just be—"

Jonathan waved his hand like he could wave away Harry's facts. "Don't be blubbering bludger, I'm a Potter, you're a Potter, they're a Potter, we're all wizards and witches who share the same surname. Just accept it and you'll feel better in the end."

Harry felt like rolling his eyes and start, for the first time, praying to some kind of deity. Instead he just shook his head and glanced at Sirius, who was having a hard time keeping back a good natured smirk. Something tight in Harry's chest unwound at the sight. He grinned. "Merlin help me."

The Weasley twins, he was pretty sure the Prewetts, Sirius, and a couple of the more relaxed Order members laughed. Harry could also see his old Headmasters blue eyes staring over at him with a sort of, not twinkle, but shine, that let Harry know he was amused.

The warm feeling evaporated just as quickly as it had come. He shouldn't be laughing. Harry shouldn't be laughing at anything. He needed to get home. If for nothing else, for Teddy.

Harry reached out his hand. "Professor, I'll be needing your wand again if you want to go over the next few years."

Dumbledore reached into his robes and pulled out the Elder wand, giving it over to Harry and raising an eyebrow. "'Years Mr. Potter? More than one?"

Harry accepted the wand and nodded. "I think I can give you more than one year so this can move along faster."

Harry let his voice trail off as events of his past years filled his mind. The Chamber of Secrets, the diary, the basilisk, and the Gryffindor sword. Talking to snakes. He pulled all of the most important memories out and put them into the cup in front of him. Then he looked for his third year in the depths of his mind, and pulled out his encounter with Snape, Sirius, and Remus in the shrieking shack, the dementor attack in the quidditch field, the escape of Pettigrew, his and Hermione's time traveling adventure when Remus had turned, and Harry's defeat of he dementors to save Sirius's life.

He wrapped his memories into one short lived tale and pulled them out to the cup below him. When he was done, he passed Dumbledore's wand and cup back to him and Dumbledore tapped the cup twice with his wand. Harry's blue memories appeared in every other pensive cup in the room.

"So second and third year?" Jonathan asked, raising Harry's memories like it was a gleaming goblet.

"Only the important stuff."

"None of the boring?"

"None of the boring," Harry assured with some amusement. "Plenty of running if I remember correctly."

"Running? To what?" Jonathan asked, his head ticking upwards.

"Away from mostly," Harry remembered, if not fondly.

"Away? Gryffindors don't —"

"I did," Harry said. He didn't know why, but he put his hand on Jonathan's shoulder. HIs eyebrows rose at the touch, but didn't try to shake him off. "And I'm still breathing because of it," Harry continued. "You'd think that would be more important."

Jonathan was focused on Harry's face. Several emotions passed over him, but he nodded after a moment and swallowed. "Right." He looked down at Harry's hands as he released him and realized that Harry held no pensive cup. "Still not going to come?" the Gryffindor asked.

Harry shook his head. "Like I said-"

"-it stays in the past," he finished, quoting Harry from before. "Yeah I get it." Jonathan frowned suddenly. "Then whose going to-"

"I'll stay with Harry this time," Remus said, putting down his own cup and handing it to Bill. "I'll catch up some other time."

"You sure?" Harry asked with a raised brow. "You show up in this episode."

Remus smiled at the muggle reference and nodded. "It'll give me time to talk to you."

Jonathan grinned playfully. "Uh-oh Harry, the professor is out to get you."

Harry nudged him with his elbow like he would with Ron. "Get on with it."

"Ouch. And I thought we'd made such progress."

"On my tolerance?" Harry asked. "You've done wonders."

A smile pulled at Jonathan's lips, but he waved Harry off and looked to Remus. "I'll keep you updated if Harry defies death again like he did his first year."

"You almost died?" Bill asked, blank faced joining their conversation, since he hadn't seen Harry's first year.

Harry shrugged casually. "Almost."

"Happen to you a lot then?" Jonathan joked lightly.

Harry didn't find a point to lying if he was going to show them his memories. "Every year." He winked at Jonathan to keep the atmosphere light. "Get's boring if I don't almost die a couple of times."

Around him, Order members were starting to lower their heads into the cups and into Harry's memories. Jonathan nudged him back with his shoulder. "Hey, do we get to see any of the quidditch games?"

Harry smiled a little for his sake. "A little bit. Not much."

"Will you show me a couple of yours? Hogwarts doesn't do quidditch matches anymore since Hogwarts was declared an enemy of the government. Brooms are reserved for Order use."

Harry looked at Jonathan with surprise. "So you've never played quidditch?"

"Well, I have with dad and Uncle Sirius a couple of times, but it's not really the same you know?"

"Have you ever seen a Quidditch game?"

Jonathan shook his head and Harry felt a little bit of his quidditch dictated heart bleed inside. "Yeah, sometime I'll show you some of my quidditch games."

"Promise?"

Harry didn't know if he should. Could he though? Harry shrugged a shoulder. "Er… yea, promise."

Jonathan grinned. "Brilliant. Anything to me out a bit. Maybe even give Sirius a one up?"

"I heard that!" Sirius called from besides James.

"I meant for you to you old dog!"

"Oi!"

Harry grinned and stood up from the chair he'd been sitting in. He looked around the room and managed to see Dumbledore listening quietly to a whispering McGonagall in his ear. Remus followed him up and Harry watched as the rest of the Order members one by one fell into his memories.

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