Hey you guys, here's the second part of AFB. Enjoy!

---------/

When Harry awoke he was not assaulted by the pain of his various injuries like he expected, oh no. He was assaulted by a rather peculiar, burning sensation in his left forearm. The reached its peak and he let out a yell that had the diners downstairs looking up with apprehensive faces. Hedwig, however, blinked one sleepy eye at him, hooted balefully at him, and promptly went back to sleep. After two years of knowing the constant pain her master was in, she had gotten used to it.

Harry lay gasping after the pain left him. He moaned and looked up at the dilapidated ceiling. Where was he again? Oh yes, now he remembered. He was in another reality. He was to save the world, again. Er, but hopefully he wouldn't destroy what was left of the world while he was at it. His power was definitely destructive unless it was leashed and harnessed. Then he could create with it. He just had to figure out how.

He looked at his left forearm and nearly had a heart attack. When, in this godforsaken reality, had he become one of Voldemort's Death Eater's! When? And when did Voldemort even rise? Last time he checked he had been put here because Neville needed his help to get support from the Wizarding World, or something like that. Maybe he had already risen and that was why he was here? But still. Harry James Potter? A DEATH EATER! When in the hell had that happened?

"Son of bitch!" he cursed as he slammed up his renewed Occlumency shields and started his morning work out, thinking furiously. If he was a Death Eater then what was wrong with this world? He had to find out.

After his workout he cleaned and dressed himself and stomped downstairs. He only stopped to give Hedwig her breakfast. He made sure he wore his cloak so no one could see his mark. He did not want the Ministry coming after him so soon.

As he plopped himself into his chair Rosemerta snickered, "Morning sleepyhead, have a nice night?"

He gave her a weak glare and muttered, "Coffee, black. Thank god Sirius showed me the wonders of black coffee."

Rosemerta heard him, "Sirius? Sirius Black?"

He eyed her warily; if Voldemort was back then he could trust no one without proof, "Maybe."

She gave him a sympathetic smile, "No worries young sir, I'm on the Light side. Everyone here in Hogsmeade is. Ever since the Dark Lord's return, everyone's been suspicious. And Sirius Black was well-known and respected. His funeral is being held this Saturday."

Harry gaped at her as tears welled up in her eyes, "He died a hero you know," she turned away and started scrubbing the bar with furious strokes of her rag.

He swallowed as he remembered his godfather, "You knew him?"

She turned back to him, "Yes, he and Remus and little Harry, when he could get away from school, used to come in here for afternoon tea."

Harry nodded, a little numbed at the mention of his old professor. So many were gone, he had yet to fully comprehend it all, "You were friends?"

Rosemerta gave him a small smile, "Sort of. They were all very friendly but also very aloof. No one could get close to them. Well except for Harry. Very shy, very nervous around certain people, but he's a good kid," she gave him a funny look, "Shouldn't you know all this?"

Harry stiffened but forced a small smile, "I seem to have misplaced my memories. Please continue. Let's start with Voldemort. When did he come back?"

She let out a little squeak, "You said his name."

Harry gave an inward curse, "Begging your pardon madam. But please continue. I need to know."

Rosemerta gave a tiny nod, "Right, of course. Well he came back a few months ago, apparently at the TriWizard Tournament, on the third task."

So, they world had believed Neville then. Hmmm. This could be an advantage.

"Alright, what about Hogwarts? Whose there right now, teaching and doing other things?"

"Well, there's Headmaster Dumbledore, Deputy Headmistress McGonagall. There's also the Potions Master Severus Snape. There's also Professors, Flitwick, Sprout, Trelawney, Vector, Hooch, Sinistra, Hagrid, Pompfrey, and Greenwood."

"Greenwood?"

"When Argus Filch died a couple years ago, he took over."

"Who is the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher?"

Rosemerta stared at him, "Surely you can remember that much can't you?"

"Hunh?"

She sighed when she saw his sincerity, "Well it's obviously Frank Longbottom, the father of the Boy-Who-Lived, he's also a renowned Auror and quite handsome," she giggled, "But alas, he and Alice will stay together forever."

Harry gaped at her. Now that was new. Last time he had seen Frank Longbottom it had been when Voldemort blew up St. Mungo's in the last month of his sixth year. Apparently Frank and Alice Longbottom had survived in this world, and according to Rosemerta, quite healthy as well. Sheesh, they were going to be a problem. Was he going to get any breaks in this world?

"Anyways, anymore questions?"

Harry gave a curt nod, "Yes. Why was Sirius living here in Hogsmeade?"

"I guess it goes back to his teen years or something. He and Dumbledore had a falling out. And a few months ago when Dumbledore reassembled the Order of the Phoenix, he asked to base it in Sirius's ancestral home or something like that. Anyways, Sirius said no, and moved out of the house, sealed it up and never looked back."

"Oh," he turned to go. Did the falling out have to do with the prank Sirius pulled on Severus when they were younger?

"Wait! There's one more thing."

"What?"

"The Order of the Phoenix is based out of Hogwarts. And they're teaching the 5th year and older years some pretty advanced stuff. Well the one's who want to be Aurors anyway."

Harry paled. Now how was he supposed to get into Hogwarts? And what was with the teaching? Didn't you have to be seventeen for that? And why was the Order not secret? Damn. He'd really have to think on this. With all these preparations, why the hell did he have to help Neville?

"Thank you Madam." He turned and left but paused in the doorway when he heard:

"Don't see why he was acting so strange, Harry was always the sensible sort."

"Hush," Rosemerta murmured, "You know what Albus thinks. He thought that the Death Eaters captured him because of his betrayal. Lily and James were Dark, don't forget that. They turned on the Light Side when Sirius turned away from them after what happened with Snape. Harry chose to be a spy. He's a hero in his own right. He probably got traumatized and can't remember anything."

Holy mother f--------. Harry ran out of there like the Hounds of Hell were after them. What the hell was wrong with this world?

He spotted a bench and sank down on it gracefully. He had so much to think over. An insane Pettigrew was the only one left of the Marauders. James and Lily had gone dark. Sirius really didn't like Dumbledore. Neville was the BWL. Voldemort had returned and the Wizarding World apparently believed Neville when he said this. Well, with the famous Longbottoms as his parents the world at large would not dare to say otherwise. The Order was based out of Hogwarts and lets not forget that they were teaching would be Aurors in their free time. Oh and apparently he was a spy!

And how exactly was he supposed to help Neville? Knowing his luck he was a Slytherin with Malfoy as his best friend. He groaned and dropped his head into his hands. He had to focus. If he was to help Neville, he needed a plan. He could gather allies couldn't he?" Maybe the other species of the magical world did not want to side with Neville. He could help that way. He was good with animals wasn't he? And if he wasn't he could always learn right?

That aside, how was he supposed to get into Hogwarts? If he was a spy than surely Dumbledore would back him. He had no memories of this torture, but there was the torture he had suffered through in his summer before seventh year that he could use.He winced as he thought aboutthat. He had barely lived through it once, but surely hecould live through it twice right?He couldn't let Dumbledore all the way into his mind so he would have to do something about that. He could fake amnesia reasonably well; he had had to do so through seventh year so he wouldn't worry Hermione and Ron.

Dear God! He would really have to try hard to not cry when he remembered his two best friends. But here, they weren't his best friends, if what Rosemerta had said was true. The Weasley's wouldn't have associated with him if they thought him Dark. He gave a bitter smile as he remembered their prejudices. That was the only thing he had to find out to make his peace with this world. If Ron hated him, he could deal with it. If he wasn't Hermione's friend, well, he could deal with that too. Right?

---------/

There you are. The second chapter. Hope you enjoyed.

Ciao!

Lady Silverhawk