-Chapter 2-
The two men in the room bombarded him with questions, but Harry didn't even hear them. His mind was working like crazy and at the same time he couldn't form a coherent thought. Why was his life always so complicated?
Was it Hermione's mysterious spell that had brought him here? Probably.
Was she...dead? He had seen the killing curse almost strike her, there was no way it could have missed her. It was his fault. Everything. He had been so stupid to believe Voldemort and because of that, everyone he cared about had been put into danger for nothing. Hermione was likely killed and he didn't even know if all the others were okay.
Harry had dug his nails deeply into his palms, but he didn't feel the pain.
And then there was the situation that he had apparantly been transported almost seventeen years into the future if he could believe these people.
Would his friends still hate him because he got her killed? Probably. He certainly wouldn't forgive himself.
He was alone.
He slowly regained some feeling in his body, only to sink bonelessly to the ground and hug his knees to his chest. The tears flooded freely and didn't stop coming. They dropped to the floor one by one, joining the blood running from his hands.
He had never felt so alone before in his life. Not even when he had been locked in his cupboard at the Dursley's.
Eventually, he had no idea how much time had passed, his tears stopped, even though he still felt like crying.
Slowly his senses started working again and he heard the men still talking at him.
"Hey kid, can you hear us? What's wrong?" 'Tony Stark' looked kind of worried.
"I don't know what to do." Harry's voice was hoarse and no more than a whisper.
"Can you tell us your name?", Banner asked carefully.
"Ha-Harry." He choked on his words.
"Okay, Harry. Take deep breaths."
Stark interrupted.
"So are you a time traveller now?" He laughed.
Harry's defeited expression made him stop.
"You know that's impossible, right? Ever heard of the Grandfather paradox? You simply can't travel back in time, it doesn't make sense. You would create a whole new timeline-"
Harry sighed. "I'd say I'm more from the past?"
"...But still, there is no way you would be able to create enough energy... If I can't do it, seriously, who would?"
"I don't know, okay? Yesterday it was 1996 and now... Would you be able to find a person? Like records of them?"
"Are you trying to insult me? You have a name?"
"Hermione Jean Granger, in England. Her parents are dentists."
"Jarvis?", Stark said and the bodiless voice from before answered:"There is no Hermione Jean Granger Sir, only Jean and William Granger, a married couple who owned a dental office until 2010."
Something was really wrong here.
Harry buried his face in his hands. So he wasn't only close to two decades in the future, but neither was he in the right world. Hermione had never existed here. He didn't know about the others.
What- what if the Wizarding World just didn't exist here?
Harry frantically asked Stark, who gave him weird looks, to look up the Weasleys, the Minister, the Order members he knew, himself and even Tom Riddle, but no results. They had simply never existed.
He'd ignored the problem with Voldemort until now. He worried about his friends, but he had no idea how he would go about going back, if there was even a way. Especially without his wand or any books he was lost.
Harry still couldn't bring himself to believe it, but it seemed that he had killed his best friend and was now completely alone and unarmed in another world where no one he had known even existed.
