The graveyard was circled with death eaters. Cedric laying not 10 feet from where Harry stood. Voldemort double that distance.

The dark lord raised his wand faster than Harry could comprehend. A green light flashing before him like his dreams have all those years. Almost like a promise.

The last thing Harry heard before he lost consciousness was a mangled laugh of a mad man.

--HHAH--

Groaning awake Harry opened his eyes to a very white room. But while it was bright, it didn't hurt his eyes.

Sitting up Harry became aware of the 9ther presence in the room. Looking to a woman with long black hair draped over her face hiding it from view.

"Welcome Harry Potter. This is a unique situation you find yourself in." The voice of the mysterious woman seemed to come from everywhere within the white room.

"Um. Excuse me but might where I be? And who might you be?" Were the first words Harry spoke.

A chuckle escaped the woman. "You young man are at a cross roads, as for who I am, you are not yet ready to know." The ominous end left Harry feeling anxious for the time when he would know.

"Well why am I at a cross roads?"

"You have a choice. Got through this door" here the figure gestured towards a blue wooden door on their left "and you will go back to the graveyard." The figure paused for a moment. "Go through the other door" the figure gestured towards a red wooden door on their right "and you will be taken away from the life you live now."

Harry thought for a moment. He didn't want to go back to the graveyard. But to have a completely new life could be hard. Looking at the woman he asked, "where would I go?"

The figure smiled and snapped its fingers opening the red door showing a bright light shining in from the sun and a bustling city.

"To there." Was the response the figure gave.

Harry stepped towards it and sighed in peace. He knew he would choose the red door. Stepping through the door there was a bright flash of light and then the door slammed shut.

Waking up Harry heard a voice humming in what sounded like a kitchen. Pushing up from the bed he now laid on he peeked put to see a woman in her mid 30s with curly brunette hair. Panicking he went back into the room.

Turning around Harry saw the imposing figure again. "That is your foster mother. Her name is Anne. You call her by her name. Your name is still Harry James Potter and in this universe your parents really did die in a car accident where you got your scar. You can still use magic and for future advice a lot of magic is intent so just think and feel and it will happen." The figure paused to let Harry process this information. "Here there are no other magical people or creatures. But if you were to have children they would be magical although they would need wands posing a difficult problem you will have to solve."

"What happens now?" Was his only question.

"You live" and with that the mysterious figure faded from existence.