Disclaimer: Nope. I don't own Harry Potter world. It belongs to JK.

Summary: During a battle, Harry was thrown into a rift. His mishap landed him on a different universe where he got himself killed by his own father. Now, he's stuck with a clone of his father and an entirely different war.

A/N: Again, I'm sorry for the late update. To all those who read my story, thank you so much! And a special Thank You to those who reviews! A humungous thank you to Lady Vyxen for correcting this chapter. She just saved your lives from being traumatized by my mistakes. Now, on with the story!

"Talk."

'Thoughts'

"Parseltongue/Spells."

Lucius swiftly grabbed Harry's arm and disapparated.

Voldemort touched the tip of his wand on the Dark Mark and the mark burned black. A few minutes later, the hall was full with kneeling Death Eaters.

Chapter 5

Harry appeared at Malfoy manor with Lucius gripping his arm. Harry twisted his arm loose. He didn't like being touched. He looked at his surroundings while keeping an eye on Lucius. It seemed that they had Apparated to Lucius's Study Room a.k.a. office.

He'd been here a few times in his world. Rows and rows of books covered one side of the wall. Opposite to them was a fireplace where a small fire was burning. A large portrait of the Malfoys was hanging grandly over the fireplace. Harry didn't look too closely since Lucius voice reached his ears.

"I've never seen you before," Lucius said.

He was curious about the Death Eater in front of him. He had never seen him before and now this person was on a personal errand for the Dark Lord.

The Dark Lord usually ordered his Inner Circle member to carry out any delicate task and this Death Eater was certainly not an Inner member. Where did he come from?

"New recruit," Harry answered shortly.

Lucius accepted the answer quietly. He drew out his wand.

Harry could tell that Lucius was suspicious of him. A new Death Eater that came out of nowhere. He tensed as Malfoy brandished his wand.

"Accio Floo powder." A black sack flew towards Lucius from the fireplace. He caught the flying sack and held it towards Harry. His eyes watched Harry like a hawk.

Harry ignored Lucius's piercing gaze and grasped a handful of the powder. He walked towards the fireplace and threw the glittering dust in.

"Ministry Of Magic!"

Harry caught glimpses of living rooms before the fireplace spit him out. Standing up slowly, he made sure there were no unexpected wizards or witches going to jump on him. Harry took a look around the atrium, noticing that the security desk was empty.

'Maybe he went to help the Aurors,' Harry thought and smirked.

He revelled on the stupidity of the ministry to leave their building filled with precious documents without any security.

'Well maybe there are wards, but still, it was too easy to enter!' Harry thought, his smirk still on his face.

He looked away from the desk and studied the atrium. He wondered if this world's ministry was different from the one he knew from his world. Suddenly he felt blood rushing to his head and the urge to destroy the – the monstrosity, atrocity, abomination – in front of him was too great to ignore. Harry felt repulsed and it took all his self-control to restrain himself.

In the middle of the atrium was a fountain. A statue of wizard was surrounded by a witch, goblin, centaur and a house-elf. Water shoots out from the wizards' wand and the centaurs' bow. However, what made Harry want to vomit was the look of utter worship on the creatures face towards humans. A look of adoration towards a wizard. A symbol of wizards' superiority. The arrogance of humankind. Harry cursed the conceitedness of wizards and witches.

'Are they not aware of the stupid mistakes they are doing? They were lucky that this world did not become like mine,' Harry thought.

Flashback

Harry watched as the mansion burned to the ground, a majestic building that was once a temporary hospital. They were too late. Bodies of those who were once sick and injured from the lasting war lay strewn all over the lawn. Some of them lay soulless while some dried of blood. A few were like pincushions. Harry guessed the centaurs joined the attack. Funny how light creatures and the dark ones banded together against wizards. Seems like wizards pushed the magical creatures too far.

A hand grasped his shoulder. Harry didn't have to look to know it was his father. His aura was too familiar.

"I'll be returning to the castle. There are a few things I have to settle. Stay here and secure the parameters," Voldemort said.

"Father, do we have the location of the vampire's coven?" Harry said quietly his eyes still on the burning mansion.

"Yes."

"When will it be?" Harry asked determinedly. 'Can I join the strike team?'

Voldemort contemplated the silent question for a few minutes. Vampires were not to be underestimated. Their speeds were formidable against wizards; not to mention their master knowledge in runes.

Living for centuries could give you that skill. There were no records of vampires having magic abilities. However, Voldemort doubted that statement. The wards surrounding the burning mansion in front of him were not made by amateurs. Dumbledore himself put up the protective spells and the mansion's ancient wards should have been sufficient to stop any intrusion. Yet, he found that all protections were ripped apart.

Breaking them needed magic, wizards' magic and either the creatures have a wizard on their side or they had their own vampire-wizard.

Voldemort decided he would talk with Dumbledore. If his suspicions were correct, it would mean a critical problem on their hands. His thoughts went back to his heir. Harry needed experience. Fighting vampires would increase the boy's aptitude. Voldemort smirked at the thought of all that potential in his hands.

"In a week." 'Yes.'

Harry nodded, satisfied.

"You're not to leave my sight," Voldemort added warningly. He couldn't have his heir dying on him.

"Yes, father."

End of Flashback

Harry remembered that day. The mansion belonged to the Malfoys. When St. Mungo was destroyed at the beginnings of the war, many purebloods offered their numerous mansions as temporary hospitals. The Malfoys, Notts, Bones and others. The temporary hospitals turned into a battlefield and many people who were taking their treatment there died, trapped inside their own protective wards.

The attack on the vampire's coven was successful. Harry had his first taste of battle at the age of eleven. The attack was a blurry memory for him. He remembered killing vampires and feeling exhilarated. He remembered his father saving him from being vampire food a few times. Harry's thoughts went to his father and his world, his home. The war was still raging and his father needed him by his side.

Harry walked towards the golden gate of the elevator. His anger towards the statues forgotten as he lost himself in his memories. Feeling depressed, Harry jabbed number nine. The lift clanked away.

He stepped out of the lift as he felt it stop and walked forwards, ignoring his surroundings. His mind was still somewhere else.

A series of jets of lights hurled towards him at an incredible speed. Surprised, Harry instinctively flipped back a few feet as he dodged the lights. Landing safely at a distance, he berated himself for being distracted. He was lucky the unknown lights missed him, it was really close.

Harry cautiously got to his feet and aimed a Reducto at the spot where he thought the stream of lights came from. The glow from his spell revealed a small black globe at the walls shortly before his spell was absorbed by the orb.

"Lumos." Harry whispered. He aimed his wand along the corridor and spotted the same black globe along the walls at a few feet intervals. Harry doubted the globes were the only traps along the corridor. He poured some magic into his eyes.

"Revelio," he hissed in Parseltongue quietly.

Nothing appeared. Harry frowned. There was no visible trap along the corridor. Harry was suspicious, an idea occurred to him. He sent a pulse of magic along the corridor. In an instant, the corridor lightened with flashes of spells crisscrossing each other. A few second later, the barrage of spells ended and only the light from his wand illuminated the corridor.

It seems his assumption was correct. The traps were triggered by magical presence regardless of the amount. Since it was impossible to block a person's magic completely and there were no other ways to get into the department, Harry guessed he would have to go through the corridor. Not for the first time, he was thankful for his enhanced speed.

He took off his cloak and folded it neatly. It was his favourite item and he wasn't going to get it scorched or torn over a simple mission. After putting it to the side (he'll get it back later), he whispered, "Nox." The light was distinguished and Harry tucked the wand inside its holster. He faced the black door as and his legs tensed as he rushed forwards.

The whistle of air on his right was the only warning he got as the whole corridor bathed in lights again. Harry ducked and rolled as he dodged the onslaught. He could feel some of the spell grazed him. Luckily his battle robe protected him from any worse effect.

The walls passed in a blur. Harry was in a middle of a leap when he noticed the corridor darkened again. He glanced upwards and his eyes widened as he spotted something he wasn't aware of earlier. A very fine layer of web was in front of him, covering the entire corridor from the ceiling to the floor. Their black colour made it impossible to see with normal eyes. His eyes that were still magically enhanced were the only thing that warned him of their existence. Harry rolled forwards and not for the first time, he cursed his enhanced speed as his speed increases his momentum greatly, making it impossible to stop. He hit the web. The webs broke and a shrill alarm rang throughout the Ministry.

Harry swore under his breath as run towards the black door and tried to push them open, but the blasted piece of wood did not budge. With a flick of his wrist, his wand was in his hand. He cast a Reducto Curse at the door.

The jet of red light hit the black wood and was absorbed, making the door glow red.

Harry growled, irritated. He was running out of time. Gathering his magic, Harry aimed a curse at the polished slab of wood in front of him.

"Fractum," he hissed in Parseltongue.

The door was blown to pieces. Harry moved forwards swiftly. He found himself inside the circular room and his presence seemed to trigger something because at once, the room spun. Harry stood still as he waited for the room to stop rotating, all the while the alarm blared throughout the ministry.

A few second later, the spinning stopped.

"Hall of Time," Harry said clearly and a door opened. He ran across the hall full of hourglass sparing them a glance. Whispers of sands filled the hall as they trickled up and down in the hourglasses, mixing with the sound of his footsteps. Harry spotted the door that Voldemort told him will lead to the Hall of Prophecy. Harry ran to the door and opened it. He was greeted with the sight of rows and rows of shelves filled with what looked like small spheres.

Harry continued further, searching for row ninety-seven.

'Ninety-four, ninety-five, ninety.... There!'

Harry stopped in front of a shelf filled with the small spheres. He wondered which one is the right prophecy. A label among one of the sphere's caught his eye.

Harry Potter/Neville Longbottom(?)

Dark Lord Voldemort

'What?! Longbottom?'

Harry was surprised. There was another candidate for the prophecy. He scoured his memory of a Longbottom boy in his world and came up with none. He didn't think he ever met the boy and no one in his father's list of Death Eater had a Longbottom surname. He suspected that this boy was from a Light family or a Muggleborn.

Harry slipped the orb into his pocket and made his way out of the hall. Questions could be answered later. Now, he needed to return before the place was swarmed by Unspeakables. Harry passed the Hall of Time and headed towards the circular room. Everything once again spun around him.

As he waited for the room to stop spinning, Harry wondered why the Unspeakables were late. Five minutes has passed since he broke in and there were no signs of them. The alarm was still blaring. Remembering his father's word, he guessed his father must have done more destruction than usual to distract the Department of Mystery's workers.

"Exit," Harry said clearly.

A door on his left opened and Harry walked through them. He stepped through the broken web and stopped. He was wary of the trap at the corridor.

'Is is still on?' he wondered.

Harry sent a pulse of magic and this time he wasn't blinded by jets of lights. Harry He frowned. The trap was only triggered upon entering, not when exiting. It was too easy. Harry took a deep breath and cautiously put a foot forward. Nothing happened.

Harry ran forwards, feeling relieved. No spells attacked him. He reached the place where he left his cloak and wore it. He pulled the hood up in case the Unspeakables arrived.

The journey back to the atrium was uneventful. Harry stopped in front of the fountain. He flicked his hand and aimed his wand at the statues. He cast a Fiendfyre curse on the statues. He felt a deep sense of satisfaction as he watched they turned to ashes

Several loud cracks were heard. Harry smirked. The Ministry had arrived. He spun on the spot and apparated.

Harry appeared at the Throne room. It was empty. Exiting the hall, he made his way to Voldemort's study. He walked through the gloomy passages. His hand grasped the prophecy.

Harry arrived at a black door engraved with snakes.

"Open," he hissed.

The door opened and Harry walked in. The room was simple but elegant and it was exactly the same as his father's. The decorations, the arrangements and even the carpets were the same. Harry felt his heart lurch at the thought of home. He walked towards the sofa in front of the fireplace and sat down. His mask lay on his lap. A fire was burning in the hearth. Harry watched the fire burning, trying not to think about his home.

"Intruder," hissed a voice.

Harry was startled. There was a snake curled up on the chair beside him. Nagini.

"You're awake," Harry hissed.

"A speaker!" The surprise was evident in hiss.

"Yes, I'm a speaker," Harry hissed fondly. He reached out his hand and stroke snake's head. Nagini gave a hiss of pleasure. She liked being caressed there.

Harry smiled at her. She was his father's familiar. His guardian.

"How do you know my name, speaker?" Nagini hissed.

"I know you since I was little. You always took care of me. Or rather, the other you took care of me."

"The other me? Explain, speaker."

"I came from another world. An alternate universe. A different place. There I was raised by Voldemort. You're his familiar and you always looked after me."

"Did I? Then you are master's hatchlings."

"Yes, in a way. But this place is different. The Dark Lord is different," Harry grimaced at the word hatchling.

"Why is he different? Master is the same." Nagini cocked her head to the side, confused.

Harry smiled painfully, "I wish, Nagini. I wish."

"I still do not know your name, speaker."

"Harry. Just Harry."

"Harry? A rather common name."

"And I'm quite fond of it. It's my birth name."

"Whatever."

Harry remained silent and continued caressing the giant snake. They remained silent for a while

The door opened and Voldemort walked in. Harry looked up from stroking Nagini's head.

"I see you've met my familiar," Voldemort said as he walked towards the opposite chair from Harry.

"Yes. She's the same, here and there. How was the raid? Is it over?"

"Yes. I gathered that you manage to obtain the prophecy?" Voldemort asked, rising an eyebrow.

Harry smirked and pulled out the prophecy. "It was too easy." He handed the small globe to Voldemort.

Voldemort tapped the globe with his wand. A smoky figure wearing large glasses rise from the globe and a women harsh voice rang throughout the room.

"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 ... And the Dark Lord will mark him as equal, but he will have power the Dark Lord knows not ... And either must die at the hand of the other for neither can live while the other survives... The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches ..."

A silence engulfed both wizards. Both Voldemort and Harry were deep in thought.

"Is there anyone named Neville Longbottom?" Harry asked.

Voldemort pause for a moment before answering. "The Auror, Frank Longbottom has a son. The same age as you."

"So you know he's the other candidate for the prophecy?"

Voldemort looked surprised. "Is he?"

"Yes. In the Hall of Prophecy, the label had my name and his name. Why did you not suspect him as another candidate?"

Voldemort contemplated the information. When he heard the prophecy for the first time, he assigned his Death Eaters to search for any child that will be born on the last day of July. They found two women who were suspected to give birth around that time. Lily Potter and Alice Longbottom. Both of them had thrice defied him. He had assigned his spy to report to him the birth of each child. Potter was born in St. Mungo, so it was easy for him to get the report. The Longbottom gave birth in their mansion. He was told the boy was born later. It seems the report he received was inaccurate.

"My spy reported the boy was born on the first of August." Harry frowned.

His fathers' spies were rarely wrong. If they received the wrong information, then...

"Dumbledore," Harry said as realization dawned on him. Dumbledore, the only wizard that was on par with his father.

Voldemort nodded. "My spy received the wrong information. He was found out." Fool.

"But how come you received the right information from the Potters?"

Voldemort's mind processed all the possibilities. "Dumbledore can't have both candidates to be born on the wrong day. He sacrificed one child for the sake of the one which he suspected to be prophecy child. He must have known somehow that the prophecy referred to the Longbottoms." Plus, the Potters didn't know who the spy among them was.

Harry was stunned. He never had any love for the old man but to sacrifice a child for another child for the sake of a prophecy? He may be dark but he had his limits to uncalled cruelty.

"Are you going to kill Longbottom?" He asked.

"No. As long as I do not mark the boy, he's not a threat." Voldemort said. However, he suspected that Dumbledore would throw the boy in his line of fire in hope to get the boy marked by him. He would have to be cautious in the future.

"You are still one of the candidates," Voldemort implied.

Harry gave a lot of thought on the matter ever since he heard about the prophecy. Even if the prophecy applied to him, he didn't think he can kill Voldemort. Father or not, they're still the same person.

"Technically, I'm already dead. The prophecy applied to the dead Harry. So, it's null." Harry said quietly and smiled. "Besides that, you're my father. I don't think you defied yourself three times."

Voldemort nodded. Prophecies tended to be obscure. They could mean anything. He contemplated his next step.

Harry remained quiet. He was thinking of his home. After awhile, Harry felt sleepy. Yawning, he excused himself from Voldemort and head towards his room. He thought about his plan for tomorrow.

Shopping sounded like a plan.

Voldemort watched his heir walked away. His heir. It was still a new concept to him. The boy shared his blood and proved to be an asset. He knew the trip was not easy. The boy passed the Unspeakables trap and it confirmed his worth. But the boy did not belong here. Voldemort remembered having read about alternate dimension in a book in his room. He decided to refresh his memory.

End of Chapter 5

A/N: Finished! Please review and tell me what you think about it. XD