Chapter 3
He stopped breathing for a second. His ears blocked every sound. His eyes went as wide as saucers. He didn't die at Halloween! His parents did! Everyone knew that! He is the Boy-Who-Lived, The Chosen One, a Triwizard Tournament winner!
His eyes finally tore from 'his' grave and to the next beside it. His parents' statue and graves were nowhere to be found. This is where it should be!
Harry's head swam in questions. What is happening? Did he go insane? Was he hyperventilating? What did the killing curse do to him? Wait a second, what about his old house? He walked away from 'his' grave and to the direction he remembered where his parents' old house was located.
It was still the same, battered, rusted and covered with moss and small flowers after all these years. His eyes travelled around the broken windows, doors, cracks and finally stopped on the memorial.
This house was the home of Lily and James Potter, who had tragically lost their son, Harry Potter, from Voldemort on 31 October 1981. This house remains as the remainder of the violence that tore them apart from their only son.
For a second, Harry forgot how to breath. What was happening? He felt real and alive right now…could this be a trick of Voldemort's? He didn't know what to believe.
'This is insane…' he thought to himself. 'Where am I?'
Something happened. Something very shocking. Harry didn't know if his hunch was correct…but if it was, he didn't know what to do. How can he find out?
'The prophet?' He asked himself. 'In my world, my face will be plastered on its front page. So if I really travelled universes, that means I am nobody here. I am not famous.'
Harry felt like smiling. He wasn't famous here. That was something he longed for 7 years.
'Should I transform?' He thought. 'Flying will be much more comfortable than walking right now.'
He became an unregistered animagus in 6th year, when he found the potion in the half-blood prince's book and it became very useful when he was in hiding. He had 3 forms: (which is very rare) a lion, a dragon and an eagle. Becoming an animagus also caused him more changes, as he now had heightened senses and was more stronger.
Not only mental changes, but physical ones also came into view. His usual white, pale skin had more colour and tan while his strong predator muscles began showing as though he had been working out for years. His eyes were brighter and greener than before and he now was noticeably more handsome, which caused many girls (excluding Hermione) to start acting more giggly around him.
Remus said that he now looked more like his father than ever. Ron and Hermione knew of this secret, though Hermione disapproved of his wish of remaining unregistered. Images of bodies and gaunt faces flashed in his head and he shook the thoughts away. Thinking of his friends was too painful and left an invisible scar that'll never fade.
'Better not keep on that,' he shook himself.
He'll go to the village under his cloak, take some old Prophets and then confirm whether he is true or not. If he isn't, well, he'll just submit himself to Voldemort again.
Harry took one last look at his old home and set off.