Sorry for another long wait, exams are horrible! Due to a request I'm now labelling the different dimensions, please message me if it remains unclear. Anyway,

On with the show!

AD (alternate dimension, where Harry is James's cousin)

The day passed on, Harry avoided looking and talking to Peter lest he attacked him where he stood. They first went to Florish and Blotts and collected all the necessary school books, Dorea insisted on buying Harry some books of his own: an unfortunately familiar story book called 'Tales of Beedle the Bard' and a few simple charm books with helpful spells that Hogwarts didn't usually teach.

After getting all the other equipment all they had left was Harry's wand, but first Charlus and Dorea led him to the menagerie. He had mixed feelings on getting a new familiar, he didn't want to replace Hedwig. He was led into the shop, they walked passed a number of animals, rats (no way), snakes (equally unwanted), cats, owls, toads, a few newts and in one corner, an enclosure of rabbits that were pulling themselves out of top hats.

"Seen anything you like?" Charlus asked with a grin. Harry shook his head slightly before heading to look at some cats. He was drawn to a large ginger cat that looked a lot like Crookshanks, he smiled at the thought, it made him think of Hermione, it would be good to have a constant studying reminder too.

"This one is very intelligent, kneazles are often so but this one is exceptionally smart." The shopkeeper said helpfully.

Harry looked at Charlus with a slightly pleading look. "Please may I have this one?" He asked politely, although he turned on the puppy eyes.

"Sure kiddo." He smiled and ruffled Harry's hair affectionately, it seemed he was bonding with his ward and nephew faster than he expected.

Once they had found a basket for him and some vital care products and advice they were at the counter paying, the cat now in Harry's arms.

James and Sirius ran up from the toads which they had been prodding. "Oh cool, have you named him yet?" He said, reaching to pet the cat. When Sirius reached forward, however, the cat hissed and scratched at Harry until he backed away. "I guess he doesn't like you mate!" James joked as Harry winced at the fresh cut in his cheek.

"Sorry Harry." Sirius said smiling, probably laughing inside at his misfortune.

"S'ok." He said.

Soon enough after leaving they made their way into the wand shop, it was the same dusty interior with the same spindly wooden chair which Dorea had sat herself upon. Thankfully Peter had to go home as his mother was looking after a friend's child.

After almost a minute the old man himself came into the room, he looked remarkably unchanged compared to his counterpart from the future.

"Well well well, you haven't broken your wand again haven't you?" he said, looking questioningly at James.

"Um, no sir." he answered red in the face.

"We're actually here about my nephew, Harry." Charlus started, but the wandmaker wasn't listening anymore, instead he was staring at Harry, more specifically, his forehead, where his scar used to be.

"How extraordinary, I didn't think I was expecting to see you quite so soon?" He said. Harry froze, he always thought the old man was odd but how did he manage to know that piece of information. "Anyway, your here now and I think you know that there's nothing you can do about it, hmm?" he said, looking at him oddly. Harry could only nod dumbly before Ollivander began to take his measurements and start to look through the thousands of boxes lining the walls as if nothing had happened.

Harry wondered if Ollivander was a legilimens of some sort, and could read surface thoughts, but that wouldn't explain his intimate knowledge of the future so easily as he wasn't exactly thinking about the topic then. Tucking the thought away for future analysis he absentmindedly thought if he would get the same wand as last time or not. He doubted it, he wasn't The-Boy-who-lived this time around and didn't think he was destined for that wand.

Ollivander came back with a long box. "Oak wood and unicorn hair, twelve inches long, exceptional at charms." He opened the box and held it out for Harry to take it. Feeling like it was his first experience with a wand again he foolishly gave it a swish, a blast of hot air blew some papers off the man's counter. "I suppose not then." He said jovially and carefully but deftly picked the wand out of his hands and put it back in the box.

After six unsuccessful wands one finally stood out from the rest and true to his hypotheses it wasn't the holly and phoenix feathered wand he found so comfortable, but one very similar. "Hazel, phoenix feather, thirteen inches."

The moment Harry first touched it with his fingertips he knew it was the one, it held almost the same familiarity as his first wand but different, not bad, but definitely something else. He waved the wand, with more confidence than the others, out of the tip spouted a multitude of coloured lights.

Dorea and Charlus congratulated him while Sirius and James clapped him on the back. "Good one Harry!" James said grinning at him. Harry felt his insides warm at the proud smile he gave him, he had never got one of those from anyone before. James was nothing like Malfoy, who probably had never smiled before, Harry realised the fears of a few weeks prior were baseless. While James was whiney and slightly spoiled, he had many redeeming qualities such as loyalty and the kindness that he had given Harry. He reckoned he'd be able to sort him out at school. He thought grinning to himself.

Suddenly he remembered his time with Snape in fifth year. The memories he had seen in his pensive reminded him that his father had been a bully, a Dudley. He felt that thought weigh upon him for the rest of the day, even though the ice-cream that Charlus treated them to once the shopping was finished. James kept telling him stories about the adventures that he, Sirius and Remus had had while in first year, but every time he laughed it didn't seem genuine.

He would just have to wait to find out.

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OD (original dimension)

Harry and Sirius quickly popped back into their dimension to collect Remus and drop off the other Ron and Hermione, they were pretty much only there for Sirius to use to prank them, plus they had jobs back at home which needed them to be there. 'Merlin it sounds weird when I say it like that' she thought. The others seemed really skittish while the two were gone which Hermione could understand, with the risk getting stuck in another dimension like Harry had she was surprised that they didn't all make the trip home just in case. Lily explained that the device used more energy the more people it had to carry so it would take longer to recharge before they could make the return trip.

Once they were back some more introductions were made and the now increasingly large group decided to head back to the apartment, Luna and Neville made their goodbyes, promising to be at the Weasleys' for Christmas dinner. Once home Hermione had to enlarge the room to fit everyone, and conjure a couple of sofas so that they could all sit.

While everyone milled around for a bit, Remus struck up a light conversation with Hermione. "I was actually looking forward to meeting you, I thought it would be interesting to find out the differences between you and your other self." He said smiling.

She returned the smile. "Yes that would be interesting. Not to sound rude but you look much younger than your alternate self did when he was teaching us in third year. Being around people when you, you know, it must really help?" She said, phrasing the statement as a question.

"Yes it does, the transformation is much less violent. And I heard about the teaching thing, I might give that a go seeing that the Defence Against the Dark Arts position will be open again, Harry said I made a great teacher. The old professor is finally retiring and Prejudice is a lot better back home than it is here, correct?" Remus asked, a curious look on his face.

"Sadly true, since the werewolves sided with Voldemort they have been treated worse than ever, but happily things are better than they were a couple of years ago." She said, a grim expression on her face. "And they wonder why they had sided against them in the first place?"

At that moment they heard a knock on the apartment door. "Hermione dear? Ron?" She heard the warm tones of Mrs Weasley call out, her new mother in law. The mindless chatter in the room quietened instantly. No one moved, waiting for any further sounds. "Hermione, are you in there?" She sounded worried. Hermione walked up to the door, motioning for everyone to stay clear of the view from the doorway.

She opened the door. "Hello Mrs Weasley." She greeted with a smile, although she was nervous on the inside.

"Dear, how many times have I told you, its mum now." She said with a broad smile. The smile didn't last long though. "Are you feeling alright? You left your wedding so early, we couldn't find you in there, so we thought you would need your space with Ron for a while before we checked up on you. Do you have guests around? I heard talking and I don't want to intrude." Her voice sounded slightly hurt that Hermione hadn't even talked to her for the past few days. Hermione felt guilty that she hadn't even thought of that yet.

Still no one moved, muscles frozen in place so that they could hear every tiny sound from the doorway.

"Yes, er, mum." Hermione said awkwardly, she looked over to Harry who nodded slightly, giving her permission to do what she was planning.

"I can leave if you want, I just wanted to make sure you were ok." She said with a tone of dejection.

"Oh, no, it's just... you may be slightly shocked about..." She trailed of. She truly had no idea how to tell Mrs Weasley of who were currently sitting in her and Ron's apartment.

Harry took matters in his own hands and stood up, making his way over to the door. He had no idea how Mrs Weasley would take this. Holding his breath he revealed himself through the doorway.

The Weasley matriarch's eyes widened and she sucked in a breath of air. "Harry?" She whispered, almost unheard if not for the overwhelming silence that hung in the apartment.

He nodded slightly before being gathered into a bone crushing hug. "Oh this is wonderful! Everyone will be so happy to see you!" Mrs Weasley said loudly. Harry silently disagreed, he doubted everyone would be as accepting of his disappearance as Neville and Luna were. "Oh, and Ginny! She'll be so happy to see you!"

Harry froze at that, did she really expect him to continue where him and Ginny left off, wherever that was?

Ron moved to the doorway to hug his mother. "Um mum, Harry's married now, and a lot older." He said bluntly. Harry inwardly cringed, he wondered how this was going to play out.

"But, what happened? We were all set to live our lives, to continue, where did you go, why did you leave us." Mrs Weasley said, voice raised slightly with a tear forming in her eye.

"It wasn't his fault, he didn't choose to go." Ron said, arguing for the now speechless Harry. All of his previous worries from years back when he had first disappeared rose to the surface. 'It was his fault wasn't it?' He thought dismally. 'He was the one who made the wish.' Harry quickly cut off that train of thought with a sharp no. It wasn't his fault, he didn't know that anything would have happened, and he wasn't actually going to leave if he had had the choice. He allowed his resolve to quench the age old worry in his gut.

"What do you mean he didn't choose to leave?" Mrs Weasley said, turning to Harry for him to explain to her. He told her all about the horcrux in his head suppressing his magic for years and how the sheer amount of emotional magic that had built up launched him across dimensions into another body.

Harry's old parental figure looked ready to collapse as he told her of his parents, Sirius, Remus and everyone else still being alive with him, and her face went as white as a sheet when she saw them in the flesh. "Oh Merlin, it's like looking into a memory." Harry didn't dare tell her about his relationship with Sirius, he wasn't sure how she would take that on top of all of this. She had known the Marauders at school, if only for a single year. Then during the Order of the Phoenix she had been close to them as they were friends with her younger brothers, Fabian and Gideon who were also in the Order. That was if the parallel was the same as this universe.

After the shock of the initial meeting Mrs Weasley calmed down. She was now cradling a cup of tea and sat on the sofa between a very uncomfortable Harry and James. "Are you happy there Harry?" Mrs Weasley asked, causing his very heart to melt with love for the now battle worn and tired woman.

He smiled softly at her. "Very." He said simply.

She broke into a small smile. "That's all I needed to hear." Harry breathed a sigh of relief at the statement. "As long as you make plenty of visits, you're having Christmas at the burrow this year there's no doubt about it."

"I'd like that a lot Mrs Weasley." He said grinning.

"The only thing I worry about is Ginny, Ron's right, she won't be happy to see you. I guess I must have been caught up in the excitement." She concluded. "Now she's in a relationship with Dean again, it will be difficult for her."

"Mrs Weasley-" Hermione started.

"Mum dear."

"Uh, mum, I do believe that Ginny will be able to handle it, she has had a long time to get over Harry and she began dating Dean /seven/ years ago. She's old enough and mature enough to handle this." Hermione argued, not entirely sure if what she was saying was the truth.

"I do hope so." She said with an air of finality. "Harry dear, it was lovely to see you." She said with a warm smile. "I'll see you in a couple of days."

"I'll see you then too." Harry replied. He got up to get the door for the older woman. "I'm really glad I could see you again." He said once they were out the door. Mrs Weasley pulled him into a hug.

"Goodbye dear." She said before apparating off. She had a large smile on her face as she did so.

Harry came back into the apartment with a grin on his face. "I'm glad that went well."

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AD

The days flew by with the Potters. Broom races and exploding snap enchanted to have larger explosions, Harry lost both of his eyebrows for a week. Eventually came September 1st, the first day of school. He sat awake in bed; he had woken up early for some reason and couldn't get back to sleep.

Harry didn't know how he was going to handle school. He hadn't tried to perform any magic yet but he wasn't sure his magic level would be the same as before. It was only a week ago when James had challenged him to a game of Quidditch penalties when one of James's more wild throws sent Harry diving for the far post. James shouted but it was to late, he slipped over one end of the broom and was hanging on one handed to the very tip. His hands were sweaty from the sweat of the game and he lost his grip but instead of falling he floated down instead.

Accidental magic.

It seemed that his magical core was that of a ten year old as well, the only thing remaining the same was his mind. But even that had some differences: he had more childlike tendencies, a longing for the comfort of Dorea and the approval of Charlus. He sure hoped that he wouldn't have to go through puberty again, the first time with Cho was bad enough, but unfortunately it looked likely.

He imagined that in school he would look a bit like Hermione did, with all the knowledge of the entire school syllabus, but not have the magical power to perform them.

He wasn't sure how he would handle friends either, he didn't want to replace Ron and Hermione, he wasn't even sure if they could be replaced. He didn't want to go through school again being friendless, James and the marauders didn't count.

He definitely wouldn't waste the extra seven years though, he would study, maybe not as hard as Hermione but he reckoned he didn't need to, he would be able to read up on all the tricky charms he had missed, all the lessons he had been absent to due to all the injuries over the years. He could definitely score well on his OWLs if he wanted to, and he would be able to complete his NEWTs is time around, hopefully.

There was a knock on his door. "Harry, it's time to get up, it's first day if school!" He heard Dorea say through the wood. A big smile came onto Harry's face, he was finally going back.

So this was a long time waiting and I don't have the broken hand excuse again! In this chapter there were a few realities that came to light. That James turns out a bully, that not everyone is going to be happy with Harry's return, and finally the conflicting views over Ginny's reaction to Harry. Not saying anything but there will be some drama…! ;)

I promise to try and get the next chapter out soon *pfft* like that'll happen I know I know, I haven't been very good to you guys but I'm really trying with my exams too.

Anyway, please review! It means loads if you guys are supporting me in this and tell me if my writing is shit cause I don't want to be writing bad stuff for everyone.