Grrr. I keep wanting to do new stories…sigh. Oh well. I keep reading all these Alternate dimension stories where Neville is the Boy-Who-Lived, and I just couldn't help myself. Here's my version of that kind of story. Enjoy!

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He looked out over what was now a barren wasteland. Such desolation…he had not fathomed that the depth of the destruction was so…large.

He looked up at the sound of wings flying through the air. Hedwig was flying toward him. She was a bright beacon in the wake of darkness. He raised an arm and she flew down and perched on it. She looked up at him and hooted softly.

"Hey old girl, I guess we're the only ones left. Some seventh year hunh?" he couldn't feel a thing. He was numb. Nothing of his world was left. The magical world of Britain was gone. He knew now what was the 'power known not.'

He looked out again over the land. Bodies were strewn everywhere. Voldemort was no more, having been literally blown to bits.

"Suppose we could go to America or the continent, what do you say old girl?" he looked up at the sky at the indignant squawk, "I guess you don't want to leave do you? Well we can't go back to the Dursleys. I think Privet Drive was blown up in a Death Eater attack anyway. Got any ideas? I mean, there's nothing left here. No Ron, Hermione, none of the Weasleys. No Sirius, or Remus, or Tonks, or Moody, or Dumbledore. Even Snape's gone. Thought for sure that I would see myself die before him. But nope the bastard up and dies on me for being captured as a spy for the light side. I'm nearly eighteen years old and my entire world has been destroyed. I think I set a new record."

Hedwig blinked at him and gave another soft hoot.

Harry's lips twisted bitterly, "Don't reckon I could commit suicide."

'Hero, do you hear me?'

Harry looked around wildly, "What the… who's out there?" He looked up at the sky as if the answer would drop onto his head, "Hello?" he called out tentatively.

'Hero, we desperately need your help.'

Harry finally made out a red blob that was heading his way. He squinted, having lost his glasses during the final battle. He made out a bird of some sort. It was about ten feet away when he found out that it was Fawkes.

"Oi! Someone else survived! Even if it was a bird!" Harry did a little jig of joy.

'Hero, hear me now. The Traveler will take you into another dimension, one where there is still a chance for your world to survive. In this dimension you should have been chosen as well, but Fate had other plans. Neville Longbottom became the chosen one instead, you need to aid him in any way you can. Please, for the sake of the Universe I beg you, take this chance.'

Harry gaped at Fawkes and grasped his wand tightly. He had heard of alternate dimensions before, who hadn't? But another reality that was still free…was that even possible?

"Excuse me, but what happened differently in this world?"

'Voldemort destroyed your parents two weeks after you were born in a fit of rage. You were given to Remus Lupin as a guardian for about a year. During that time Voldemort marked Neville as his equal, thus giving your chance to the boy.

Remus was hunted down and destroyed. Pettigrew went into depression after the fall of the Dark Lord. Sirius is the last one left that is sane. You are in his care now. In that world you are still fifteen, not going on eighteen.

Pettigrew captured you one night when Sirius was away on Auror business. A Death Eater took your place and used Polyjuice Potion. You were killed almost immediately under torture. The Death Eater destroyed Sirius and that is the end of the timeline in that world as of now. You have a choice. Remain here in utter desolation, or go into a different reality and save what is left of that world. What will you decide?'

Harry grunted as the words hit him full-force. Pettigrew was the only one left?

"Take me there, now," he commanded as a new purpose filled him. He still had a chance to save everyone, well almost nearly.

'Wise of you. Fawkes, you know what to do.'

Fawkes let out a melodious trill and landed on Harry's shoulder, on the opposite side of Hedwig. She ducked her head and they disappeared with a bright flash.

On the battlefield, nothing moved. It was just a graveyard of past lives that no longer has a place in the sands of time.

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Harry landed in a tumble of robes, feathers, and shrill squawking. He landed hard.

"Shit," he breathed as he tried to sit up with one hand on his head, "No one knows the comforts of first class do they?"

'Hero, I leave you here with only your skills and hope that you can complete your task. Good Luck.'

Fawkes trilled again and disappeared. Harry sat up and tried to make out his surroundings. He felt for his glasses but felt nothing. Apparently he didn't need them in this dimension. Then another thought occurred. When was he?

He looked around again; he seemed to be on the edge of the Forbidden Forest, near Hogsmeade. He got up, brushed himself off and checked to see if any of his injuries from the last battle were still on his body. They weren't.

He grinned at Hedwig, who had gone from resting on his shoulder to hovering in front of him, "There's that. So where do I go now?"

He got the impression that Hedwig was rolling her eyes at him.

"Right then. Guess I'll go see where I am in time." He stretched out his muscles and headed to the Three Broomsticks. He looked around once he got inside, noticing slight differences from the Three Broomsticks in this world from the old one in his world.

"Care to get anything dearie?" Rosemerta flashed a smile at him from where she was at the bar as he took in the hags and cloaked figures that you would normally see in the Leaky Cauldron

Harry smiled nervously, "Er, well, do you happen to know the date?"

She gave him a weird look but said, "It's August 21, 1995."

Harry let out a sigh of relief; his fifth year in this world hadn't started yet, "Alright then, is it all right if I get a room for tonight?"

"Sure, it's two galleons and four sickles."

He handed over the money, "Thanks. 'Preciate it."

"It's up the stairs and two doors down on the right side, next to the loo."

He gave her a nod and hoisted Hedwig up onto his shoulder and turned toward the stairs. He opened the door to his room and saw a washstand, a bed and a dresser. It was rather plain. He conjured up a perch for Hedwig and set it on the dresser and then promptly collapsed on the bed.

"Sleep sounds good…" he then curled up into a ball as the magnitude of what exactly had happened in the past day washed over him. They were all gone. Everyone was gone. His world was gone. Sure he still had some sort of life in this world, but what about what he had lost? Would he ever gain it back? What was this world even like? Was Voldemort still alive? Were Ron and Hermione going out like they had in his world? Did Ginny still have a crush on him? Was Snape still a spy? Was Dumbledore still manipulative?

Hedwig rustled her feathers and blinked at him and tilted her head to the side as if she knew what he was feeling. He shook himself and strengthened his Occlumency shields. Whatever it was like in this world, he would not make the same mistakes he had in his own world. If he could save these people, he would be happy. Because ultimately, they were still his people.

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And there is the first chapter. Hope you liked it!

The Goddess