Happily Never After

By: Chocola Emo Shizzle

Summary: Harry was still needed, even after his death. Except, this was somewhere else. It was the Wizarding World, but it was a different than his. It was a world where the Boy-Who-Lived was never there and the Dark Lord Voldemort ruled with an iron fist. DM/HP, SB/RM, LM/SS, LV/OC.

Disclaimer: All Harry Potter characters belong to J. K. Rowling. Eras the Watcher and Thomas Woodburn the Watcher are my characters. If you want to use them, please ask me.

Warning: The ages have been altered… a lot.

Chapter 3: Diagon Alley -N- Things

Recap:

"Now, how about some dinner? I'm a fabulous cook!" He declared as he stood up and stretched. The black haired young man nodded and stood as well. "Good! I'll whip something up. I found things taste better if you don't use magic and if you have company. Everything in this house you can touch. Unless you hear the voice of mine telling you not to touch it. All books, though, can be touched. You may want to touch up your skills for this World. Someone may not believe you." Grinning Thomas walked away.

Harry walked slowly to the bookshelves, staring at the books there. One title caught his eyes though. Life After Death: Lord Voldemort's Rise and Fall. He took the book off of the shelf and returned to the chair and proceeded to read it.

End Recap.

Now Harry walked across a grassy plain. He had been given food, drink and other things from Thomas Woodburn, the Watcher. He had also expanded his knowledge on this England's history.

It was just as Thomas had said.

"Well, years ago, Lord Voldemort gained followers and held an attack against the people that were against him. It didn't work and he fell back. Apparently everything was okay after that. But, in truth, he was just biding his time. He gained more followers and trained them for the upcoming War. And then, he attacked the Ministry. That fell very quickly. Dumbledore didn't get the news for a while."

Harry was silent as he listened. So many deaths. . .

"Soon after, and now with more followers, Lord Voldemort attacked Hogwarts. It took two days for it to fall. They didn't have many people that could fight since it was a school for children. . ." He trailed off. "So, Hogwarts fell, Dumbledore was killed and many of the people that revolted my Lord's wish were destroyed."

Harry Potter sighed and stuck his hand into his pockets. The messenger bag he now carried held many things. All thanks to the wonders of magic! Food that would be kept good, water, bathroom supplies, books and maps of the World. He wasn't sure where he would be going. He just knew that he had to follow his heart!

Follow your heart.

Both Watchers had told him that. "Why can't my life be simpler?" He cried out in aggravation. He hated not having control of his life!

But soon he sighed, knowing it was useless to get angry about it. He kept walking, his hand now touching the parchment again. "Every time I plan to open you something happens!" He declared, remembering. It was when he had first met Thomas! He had planned on opening the parchment and reading it!

Chuckling he pulled it out. "Now, will you do it again or can I read you?" He asked the parchment as he walked. As he guessed, it didn't answer so with a sigh he slid it back into his pocket. Both wand and parchment were safely in the pocket.

Harry Potter's options were limited now. Keep walking until food runs out or he finds a town or try another method of transportation. The town wouldn't be on a map since it was meant to be invisible. And that offered him no help whatsoever!

He brought his hand back up and ran it through his black hair. He was still quite amazed at how he looked. During dinner he had brought that to the topic. Apparently this World was different on the ages and he had to be apart of it. And Eras liked making her Watcheds pretty. Chuckling, he knew that he was thankful for what he looked like now. It wasn't fun being so skinny with nothing to hold it up with.

But now he was slim with muscles. That was extremely nice for him. No matter how much Albus Dumbledore had trained him, he hadn't gained any muscles. Which was saddening for him.

At the thought of the Headmaster, sorrow swam into him and he forcefully pushed the thoughts, feelings and memories away. It'd do no good to get caught up in the sadness and in the past. He had to look towards the future.

And for some reason, he now thought of how he arrived here. Wouldn't that have taken a lot of magic to do it? Had Voldemort found out that someone had arrived? His heart gave a painful clench. That man scared the shit out of him for different reasons. He wasn't scared of him and his power. He was scared at what he could do to him.

In the graveyard, Harry Potter had almost been raped.

Shivering, he tried to get rid of the memory but it refused to go.

Cedric was dead.

Tears stung Harry's eyes as he looked at the body of the boy that had recently become his friend. They were going to win the Cup together. Instead, the Hufflepuff had died and he was left. He didn't listen to what Wormtail said as he prepared the potion for his Lord. He only winced in pain as he was cut open with a dullish knife.

Too soon though Voldemort was back and the ring of Death Eaters had appeared. He turned his gaze from his tied up spot to look at them. None of the Death Eaters turned to peer at him, all staring intently at their newly formed Lord.

Then those crimson eyes landed on him. The order was given for him to be cut free and given back his wand. Immediately he knew something was up as he stood up shakily.

Harry winced as he kept walking. His memories of the night were horrible. No. . Please no. . . But the memories continued.

The spell hadn't worked on him to make him bow. Jeers were thrown at him as he dodged every spell that was thrown at him. He hid behind a tome stone, wishing for a miracle to happen. But none did and that's when he lost his faith in God. Wasn't he supposed to be watching over him? Scowling, Harry wished that he grew up differently.

Then he jumped to the side, the tome stone blowing up a moment later. He jumped to his feet, wand outstretched to the snake-like man. His eyes were hard while Voldemort's were playful looking.

He's toying with me! Harry yelled in his mind, not liking that fact at all.

Bastard! Harry shot a spell at Voldemort, feeling his rage grow even larger as a shield stopped the charm. Bloody hell!

Soon a shield had covered Harry Potter and Lord Voldemort, both walking in a circle as they eyed their opponent.

One in disgust and one in lust.

"Harry, I won't destroy you immediately. I'll have some fun before I kill you," he cackled softly.

He glared at him before they both cast their spells.

Finally the memory ended. And just in time for Harry to trip over a rock!

"Gya!" He let out a small yelp as he fell forward. He hit the ground and rolled down some since he had found himself on a downward slope. Finally he came to a stop, feeling extremely dizzy as he sat up.

"Bloody hell," he muttered as he rubbed his head. "That totally sucked." He scowled before standing back up and dusting himself off. Grass stains were now on butt, which wasn't his cup of Earl Grey tea. "I really wish I had a flying motorcycle right now," he muttered to himself. In the distance, he had thought he had seen a Grim-like black dog but it was only the shadows playing games on his mind. . .

Right?

Then, a grand idea popped into Harry's mind. The Knight Bus! A wide grin split across his face as the idea popped into his head. (A/N: '' My sister Shuimm's cat just laid down on my notebook.) He reached into his pocket and pulled out his might magic stick. He stuck it up in the air, waiting for the bus to skid to a stop right in front of him.

A few seconds later, nothing happened. The grin fell from his face with a disappointed sigh as his arm dropped down to his side. "Ah well. I suppose I'll eventually come across something," he muttered negatively to himself.

A screech of tires skidding to a stop suddenly rang in his ears, causing him to spring backwards with his wand pointed out in front of him. "Bloody hell!" He hollered at the grinning man who was hanging out of the door. "You almost hit me!"

"Woulda too if ya hadn't jumped back, now wouldn't we?" Snickering, he held out his hand. "Money first and then ya ride." Scowling the money was dropped into the hand as Harry slunk onto the Knight Bus.

He took a quick seat to examine the very different bus.

Stan and Ern both looked extremely different. The talking shrunken head was still there though.

Stan now had short spiked up black hair, a little less acne but now wore darker clothes. Ern was the same way except he was bald now.

On the bus was many moving posters of Lord Voldemort, who looked nothing like he did in Harry's world, and most of the witches and wizards on the Bus were darker looking too.

Lord Voldemort. Everyone in the world Harry knew knew the Dark Lord by his scaly appearance. Now the man actually looked. . . Good.

From the posters on the Bus, which was now on its way somewhere, Tom was tall. He was still small but had more build to him now. As usual, his skin was pale and he had short black hair. Of course, red eyes were an out-going feature. Lord Voldemort was very good-looking in this time, actually.

Shame filled the Savior-of-the-Other-Wizarding-World-And-Maybe-This-One as he thought that. He shouldn't be thinking that! He had no interest in that man what-so-ever! To his right, he heard a witch cackle softly.

She had noticed him staring at the picture and then blush hotly and look away quickly. She had noticed it all right. Picking herself up, she limped over to Harry before dropping herself down next to him. "You shouldn't feel bad for thinking our Lord is cute, young man," she advised. Another flush filled Harry's cheeks. "A lot of young men and women find our Lord very desirable."

Harry didn't want to hear this!

The woman leaned back, giving the young man a once over with her good eye. "I think our Lord would be willing to take you into his bed," she cackled softly before standing as the Knight Bus stopped. "What's your name, child?"

"What? Uhm," He thought for a moment, still in a dazzled state at the woman. "H-Harry Potter, ma'am."

"Ah, Harry then. I'll let our Lord know about you." She smiled at him before getting off the bus.

As the bus took off, Harry could just stare ahead as he processed the new information. Out in the distance had been a storm-ridden Hogwarts. Who was the woman? She was going to tell Voldemort something that wasn't true!

His shoulders sagged with a large sigh. "Fuck. . . This sucks. ." Harry mumbled out before closing his eyes.

"Hey, you." Stan's voice. "Where you headin'?"

"Leaky Cauldron."

"Right." And Harry immediately went to sleep on the fast-moving bus.

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A hand on his shoulder jerked him awake to see a grinning Stan. "Your stop, man. We were surprised to see that you fell asleep. Not a lot of people do with Ern's drivin'." Harry, without a word, stood up and exited the bus. Stan frowned. "Talk 'bout rude, Ern. On to the next stop!" And the Knight Bus sped off.

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Entering the large building, Harry noticed that not a lot of things had changed. It was still made out of wood and had many unpleasant looking people in it. It hadn't changed at all. With a small smile on his face, he walked up to the bar with Tom behind it. The old man gave Harry a toothy grin as he stopped in front of it. "Hullo. Can I get a room here?" He asked politely. "I don't know how long I'll be staying, but I can pay."

At Thomas' house, Eras had sent him a few bags of money from his bank. He had been very grateful for that. To contact his Watcher, he had also learned, he just needed to find another Watcher. Which would be hard for him. Tom nodded and they quickly negotiated the room and the price. Paying, Harry looked around the place.

"I'm Harry Potter, by the way." He told Tom, who nodded absently as he counted the money out.

Apparently, Potters didn't exist here.

"I'll be out in Diagon Alley for today. I'm not sure when I'll be back. Can I get a key to my room?" He asked. Tom nodded and left to fetch it. He returned quickly and handed the old rusty key over. Smiling, he nodded his thanks and headed for the brick wall.

Once there, he tapped the appropriate bricks and soon the way into Diagon Alley was there.

And with a grin on his face, he entered the area which he knew and didn't know.

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"Wow… really different," Harry remarked quietly to himself as he walked down the street. As always, it was crowded but people still managed. One in a while, he would see a wizard in a Death Eater's outfit, but besides from tensing up, he did nothing about it. It was the law around here. And he definitely didn't need them breathing down his neck.

Running a hand through his hair, he sighed and turned to the side. He needed to buy a robe and he knew the best place to get them was Madam Malkin's Robes for All Occasions. He entered the shop, immediately spotting the small witch fixing someone's robe for school. Thomas had told him that Hogwarts still was a school as well. The Muggle-born children were taken from their homes at a young age and brought into a Wizarding family. The Muggle families was killed.

"I'll be out to help you in just a moment, dear!" The kind woman's voice floated out to him. He thanked her with a loud enough voice to be heard.

"Auntie, I'll get him!" A male's voice.

"All right Jet. Be careful now!" The curtain moved as a young man came out from behind it.

"I'm Jet! I'll be helping you today! What can I do for ya, cutie?" The young man asked with a chuckle as he eyed Harry.

Jet was the same height as Harry with electric blue spiky hair and ocean blue eyes. He was dressed in regular black pants and a fish-net top with a black button up short sleeved shirt over that. Many earrings decorated the blue haired man's ears and the emerald eyed man could see a ball pierced in his tongue. He was. . .interesting.

Harry smiled slightly at him, flushing just a bit at the compliment. "I just need a robe to wear. I feel kinda out of place since I don't have one," he admitted with a chuckle. Jet grinned, leaning forward to look at the man better. "Don't stick me with a pin, 'kay?" He asked teasingly. It was easy for him to talk to this good-looking man.

"Then don't squirm. I can't stick anything that's not moving." He moved out from behind the counter to grab Harry's hand and led him into another back room. "I'll fit ya for the robes in here. Up on the stand, cutie." He said as he started to busy himself with other things.

Nodding, Harry followed the order.

A moment later, a black cloth was draped onto him and Jet started to pin it together.

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"All right. Here's the money," Harry said as he hand Madam Malkin the coins. From the other side of the store, Jet watched the black haired man with a small smile. As if feeling someone else's eyes on him, Harry turned his head to look at Jet with a grin. Flushing badly, the blue haired man quickly turned away to mess with the cloths he was standing next to.

He's cute.

He had ended up getting three robes and had donned on one. He shrunk the bags and his messenger bad, putting both into his big pockets. He walked slowly over to Jet, taking his time it seemed. "Hey, Jet?" The other turned towards him. "I know we've only just met, but would you consider going out on a date with me?" The words came tumbling out of his mouth before he could stop them. His heart thundered loudly in his ears. He hoped to God he said yes.

"You know what, Harry," they had formerly introduced each other in the dressing room. "I'd love to. I'm going to this party tonight, wanna come along as my date?" Harry's heart soared. "Its probably not the parties you're used to, but it should be fun."

"I don't usually go out, Jet. But I really want to get to know you. Where do you want me to meet you?"

"In front of here, if you don't mind."

"Not at all." Harry grinned at Jet, who grinned back. "We're all set then, Jet. I'll see you here at what time?"

"Nine o'clock." Jet's newest found friend, a potential boyfriend, nodded and set an alarm on his wand to let him know. "I'll see you then, Harry."

"Of course." Inside, he was wondering at what kind of party it was. He wasn't sure it'd be something he was used to. By using the way Jet dressed as a clue, it'd be something totally different from what he's heard of.

And they parted ways.

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Author's Bottom: Not as long as the one before, but still longer! ''

School's started so chapters will be coming out longer than usually. I really hope they won't be too far apart though!

Someone's asked to be my beta! I'm not sure yet though. So, until the final agreement, others can apply as well!

My email is in the first two chapters, and it may be on my profile. I dunno about the latter. '''

Now, any questions? I still need more votes on the pairing for Lord Voldemort! Male or female?

Oh uh, yeah, about Jet… Don't worry about him. He won't be ending up with Harry as a final pairing.

See you next time!

♥ Chocola Emo Shizzle ♥