Okay, here is AFB5, just couldn't resist! And also thanks to all of you out there who keep reviewing! You guys totally inspire me!

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Harry slunk back into Hogsmeade in his animagus form and contemplated what he had just learned. He could fashion a plan from his recently acquired memories. But how?

Dumbledore, as much as he hated to admit, was a very powerful wizard and he knew Leglimens and Occlumency better than he himself. He could go with "Got out just in time!" but it'd be useless once Dumbledore cracked his mind barriers. Maybe he could just tell the truth and demand it be kept a secret?

Harry looked at it from every angle including a few that couldn't work even if Dumbledore was an idiot who trusted a flea that bit his backside. There was only one conclusion, he'd have to tell Dumbledore; it was the only way to get close to Neville. Or not get close to Neville as the case may be.

He padded up to the Three Broomsticks and snuck in as the door opened. He went up to his room and changed back into his human form just as a letter came flying through his window.

Harry frowned, not even Dumbledore should have found him by now; it was too soon. He caught the letter and the owl swooped down to settle on his dresser. He looked at theletter in suspicion. It was black with a coat of arms on its seal that he had never seen before. He opened it and his jaw dropped to the ground as soon as he started reading the letter.

Dear Mr. Potter,

You are no doubt wondering how someone could have found you so quickly, but it is quite obvious actually. You really should have remained inconspicuous. There are eyes and ears everywhere. You shouldn't have gone to Rosemerta you know, the lady gossips far too much.

No matter, the Order of the Phoenix would like to invite you for a little meeting with us. We had had the information from a rather reliable spy that you were dead. Tut tut Mr. Potter, you know people aren't allowed to stay in the mortal world once they've died. Three guards await your arrival downstairs; bring any item that you are going to need, for we will not be coming back.

Yours,

Albus Dumbledore

Leader of the Order of the Phoenix

Harry gaped as he reread the contents of the letter. Well, that settled it then. He would have to tell Dumbledore.

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"Are you mad Albus? The child clearly isn't Harry Potter. Harry Potter is dead. As he should be! He is Death Eater scum, not fit for even the Dark Lord's ranks. I should know! They even killed him if Severus's information is correct. We have also lost Sirius Black because that boy didn't know when to keep his mouth shut!" Frank Longbottom looked like he was about to have a heart attack. Must be stress, Albus mused thoughtfully as he watched his favorite teacher rant on and on. But enough, he was getting a headache.

"That is enough Frank. I know that Rosemerta's information is correct. She is unable to lie to me, as you should know," he gave Frank a stern glance over his spectacles.

Frank's mouth opened and closed for several seconds, but he then regained his ability to speak. A pity really, his voice was nothing to applaud that was for sure. Frank resumed his rant, "The child is an imposter! It is impossible to believe otherwise!"

"Really Longbottom, why do you even care?" Severus Snape strolled into the room, followed by Kingsley Shacklebolt and Nymphadora Tonks. A tall, slender figure with black hair to the shoulders and bright green eyes followed them.

"Might want to tone it down a bit, the gargoyle was complaining outside," said the boy with a smirk.

Albus chuckled softly, "Yes, my pet doesn't like his rest disturbed."

The boy snickered quietly as Frank stared at him and Albus, "What! What is this? You are exchanging witty repartee and not addressing my concerns! What is this! The boy is dead! Why is he still here!"

Albus let out a sigh and sent a warning look toward Frank, "Severus, please take Frank and go get him a cup of tea. I am afraid that he is under a bit of stress."

The boy snorted softly while Kingsley and Tonks let out a few chuckles, "So Albus, what's the deal here? Why did you send for me?"

"Kinsley, Nymphadora, you are dismissed," they left as Albus turned toward the boy, "Quite simply Mr. Potter, you are supposed to be dead. I just wanted to know why you are here."

Harry blew out a breath and plopped himself down onto a chair, "See, it's like this. The Harry Potter of this dimension is dead. I'm from a different reality. One where Voldemort chose a different child to fulfill Trelawney's prophecy. That child was me. I defeated the Voldemort of my world, but destroyed the magical world that I belonged to. Nice of me wasn't it? Anyway, I was given the choice to start over again and I took it."

Albus stared at him, "You expect me to believe this, this, tale?"

"Nope. But it is the truth, so tough shit."

"I beg your pardon?"

"Yeah, um, disregard my last statement."

A smile played on Albus's lips, "Right. If you are who you say you are, then recite the prophecy for me."

"Okay. 'The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches. Born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies. The Dark Lord will mark him as his equal, but he will have power the Dark Lord knows not. Either will die at the hand of the other, for neither can livewhile the other survives.' That's pretty much it."

Albus was shocked. It seemed inconceivable, but the boy was who he claimed, "My word. This is unbelievable. You came from another world? How odd, and yet brilliant."

Harry raised a brow, "Yeah, whatever. Look, a lot of people who shouldn't know that the Harry of this world is dead, do. So what are we going to do about that? I have various memories that show me that I was a Death Eater spy working for you in this world. Apparently Voldemort found out and killed me over the summer. I guess my Godfather is gone too. Damned shame, but it happens. Now I need a cover. Will you help me or not?" It took everything Harry had to say those words coldly, but somehow he did.

Albus gave him an appraising glance over the top of his glasses and nodded, "I'll help you, it's the least I can do."

"Good. I know most of what I need to do, but what I really need is information. If I'm going to help Neville defeat the Voldemort of this world, I'm going to need a bit of information on the magical creatures and Dark families in this world."

Albus raised his eyebrows, "You're going to help Neville?"

"It was what I was sent here to do."

"Indeed. I don't suppose I could tempt you with a position in the Order could I?"

"No manipulations is one of my conditions. Also included in that is: safety, immunity from the Ministry and another identity."

"You ask an awful lot."

"Do you want the Dark Lord gone or not?"

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It took awhile but Harry got what he needed. He knew Dumbledore would be less than happy with what he was going to do but it was needed. He had a world to save.

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