Hey ya'll I've been grounded for awhile or I would of written sooner. So here you go.

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Newton's third law states that for every action there is an equal and opposite reaction. When you apply it to science, that's exactly what you get, and all is explained. But when you apply it to the world and perhaps to the choices you make in life, there is something entirely different. You can make one choice and go down that path, but there is also the chance of you choosing a different one. You make the choice and begin your life again. But what about what you left behind and the impression it left on the world? If you had chosen the 'opposite' choice, life could have gone differently. And that, my friends, is when you get into alternate dimensions. What do you think is reality? What is really life when you have that idea?

-E.M.C., Theologist

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Harry really didn't want to go anywhere with the face he had, so he decided to hide in the forest next to the acromantulas. He was particularly bothered by the spiders, but when they fed, let's just say it was disturbing. So he decided that he would just charm himself so he wouldn't be noticed. This was why he was now walking around Diagon Alley with a lot of red and blue hair and getting odd looks. Things were just not going his way.

Harry growled and muttered to himself. This was not his ideal place to be and get noticed. He muttered a notice-me-not charm and slid behind a building as he heard someone approach.

"Hermione! Why are we going in here?" Harry caught his breath as he recognized Neville, Hermione, and the Ron of this world. They didn't look any different except Neville was more confident and Hermione was prettier.

"I already told you Ron, Neville needs his birthday present! It might be, like, a month late, but we can still get it for him!" Hermione's voice was just like he remembered. He had to stifle his sobs so he wouldn't be heard.

"Oh come on Herms, it really isn't that necessary." Neville muttered in a really husky voice.

"Yeah, it's not like Longbottom needs anymore gifts," a new voice cut in. It was Draco Malfoy. Harry tensed; he sounded more like Lucius than the other Draco he knew. That voice brought back memories he would rather forget.

"Sod off Malfoy!" Oh dear god in heaven, this could have been an exact replica of what used to occur in his own world.

"Stop Ron, Malfoy's just jealous he's actually broke now that Daddy's in jail," sneered Nevillle.

"Look you guys, this is not mature," Hermione said nervously, "How about we just go ahead and leave."

"The mudblood gives good council," Draco taunted. There were a few laughs. It seemed Malfoy had been joined by a few of his cronies.

"Look Malfoy, if you want to pick on someone, pick on Potter, he deserves it more," Hermione glared. Harry flinched and peeked out from behind his hiding spot. Apparently he was not a good person in this world.

Surprisingly, Malfoy flushed, "Who gives a shit about your fellow Gryffindork? He does nothing but take up space."

Neville lunged at Draco, "Shut up! You know nothing about Harry!"

Harry was surprised. What did Neville know about him?

Draco smirked, "I know more than you do Longbottom. Your Granny's dead, so's your brother, what's one more? Believe me; Harry Potter isn't coming back to Hogwarts. From what I saw, he's insane and keen to keep it that way. He couldn't learn to keep his mouth shut. And good riddance I say."

Harry stiffened; apparently Malfoy hadn't turned to the light side in this reality.

Neville paled and took a step back, "You bastard! You have no idea what you're talking about! Do you know what Harry did for you! You son of a bitch!"

Hermione and Ron, and from what Harry could see, Draco and his cronies were staring at Neville.

Draco sneered at Neville, "Potter did nothing for me, never did and never will. He was Dark, just like his parents. And they were darker than the Malfoys."

Neville stared at him, "Don't play games Malfoy. You remember the end of third year don't you? Or have you conveniently forgotten? Can you honestly say that Harry is Dark when you remember that?"

Draco scoffed, "Whatever Longbottom, I know what happened, and he never helped me. Come on guys; let's leave the little Gryffindorks to their amusements."

"You bastard! How can you say you do not remember?" Neville lunged at Draco but was held back by Ron.

"Come on Neville, neither Potter nor Malfoy is worth it, no matter what you might think," Ron said softly.

Neville stared at him, then slumped, "Whatever, let's just go."

Harry stared after the retreating forms. Well, he'd learned a few things that was for sure. He was still a Gryffindor, but, he was Dark. How had he managed that? Draco and Neville apparently knew quite a few things about him. His heart clenched in pain as he remembered the contempt that Hermione and Ron had shown for him. No, he was not their friend, not in this reality. Yet, Neville was his supporter. This was extremely confusing. He needed to go back to Hogwarts and use his power or he would never get any answers.

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Harry kept to the shadows as he stepped onto Hogwarts ground that night. It would not due for him to be caught by Order members, or even worse, Dumbledore himself. Even if he was a spy, he was supposed to be dead and he had yet to formulate a plan.

He stepped around the wildly swinging Whomping Willow and then stopped. Why didn't he just change into his animagus form? That would solve quite a few problems. He slipped into his form, his keen senses picking up various scents.

His green eyes flashed as he walked up to the stone wall of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. He slipped back out of his form and stepped up to the wall. He rested his palm against the cool stone and just breathed for a few seconds to calm his jangling nerves. This was extremely dangerous and he did NOT want to get caught.

He pressed closer, reacquainting himself with the presence of Hogwarts herself. That was his power. He could contact and magical energy and make it bend to his will. He had heard of Dark wizards using this power when Merlin reigned, but he liked to think that what he did was different. He simply asked the energy if he could do what he wanted with it, he didn't force it.

Hogwarts opened to him with a warm rush of feeling that Harry termed love and acceptance. He asked his question and prepared himself to face the oncoming onslaught of memories.

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So sorry for the long wait! I've been grounded since, like, Christmas. But, here you are, the third chapter of AFB. Hope you enjoyed!

Ciao!

Lady