And here's chapter dos! Thank you everyone who reviewed, warms my black sticky soul. Also thumbs up to all the favourite story and follower pushers. Now I'll get in your hair. Sooo soft. I mean out of it.

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Harry apparated to Hogwarts. Or where Hogwarts should have been. The castle wasn't there; it was only a green hill, with a few trees growing sparsely. He would be less worried if not he recognized the lake. At least then he could fool himself that his aim was off. There was no Hogwarts! The forbidden forest was still there, though now it looked like a normal, non-magical, non-forbidden forest. He could almost swear he saw a couple of bunnies popping up from behind a bush.

Whatever that blue portkey light had taken him, it was definitely not home. Harry knew he still was on earth, the forest and the lake told him so, he just wasn't on his earth. It couldn't be time travel because even if Hogwarts had fallen, the ruins would still be there and the forbidden forest would still be the dark, scary and monster-filled place he known and died in, not this pale, bland, wishy-washy, muggle clump of trees. Fine, so the forest wasn't that bad, but still not his forest. Not his forest meant no magic, no magic meant no Hogwarts, no friends and no family. For the first time in Harry's life he was all alone.

Harry sat under a tree contemplating his options. He didn't have any money, though he had two wands and one of them was the wand of destiny so even if he had his special brand of Harry Potter luck, he would be fine. First thing first, he had to see if there was a Diagon Alley in this world. Maybe he could find wizards here as well. Feeling a bit better he got up, brushed off his trousers and disapparated.

…oooooo...shorty's...ooooooo….

There was nothing there. He had even forced himself through the pharmacy that was there instead of the Leaky Cauldron and stood in the alley behind it. He was pretty sure that the pharmacist called the police when he stormed by, not surprisingly since he broke the door to the back. The wall that in his world was the entrance to Diagon Alley stood there mocking him. It looked exactly the same. He was so close his home but he couldn't farther away. The elder wand vibrated at its master's distress but Harry placed it in the middle of his palm.

"Point me wizards," he said but the wand didn't move. "Point me witches." Same result. "Point me magic." The wand spun once and pointed at him. No! He had to get back! Without magic he was stuck! He hit the wall with his fist, the pain soared through his hand. He hit it again and again and before he knew it, he was coating his blood and throwing profanities at the wall. He gave the wall one hard kick and fell on his knees. It was all gone. He had won the war but lost everything and it wasn't even whilst fighting. Unwanted tears fell from his eyes. Angrily he brushed them away, unknowingly smearing blood across his face.

"All right there mate?" Harry turned to see a police officer standing in doorway of the pharmacy. He could see another one right behind the first. "Are you hurt?" The officer walked forward concern written all over his face, Harry could only answer like he always had.

"I'm fine." The officer crouched down in front of him, he looked young with bright blue eyes that reminded him of Dumbledore's.

"Who's the blood then?" If the eyes began to twinkle he would punch him on the nose.

"Mine, but I'm fine, had a bit of a tumble." A snort came behind them. The other officer had joined them. He looked a lot like Lucius Malfoy, it must be the way he looked down his nose at them. "He's an acid head if I've ever seen one. Bloody street rats."

"Shut it, Mustow! Are you deliberately blind or don't you see the lad is wearing hospital clothes?"

"So he's a nutty on the run, pick him up and we'll drop him at the station so we can end our shift." The Lucius officer, Mustow, walked back to the door and the Dumbledore officer looked back at Harry.

"Well then, can you stand?" Harry nodded and stood.

"I'm not a crazy person, you know." The officer looked a bit doubtful and Harry couldn't blame him.

"Well, how about we get you cleaned up and then we'll go from there?" Harry nodded and didn't resist when the officer took a steady grip on his elbow. He led him back through the pharmacy and onto the street. People with too much time were loitering around the patrol car and they started murmuring when they saw Harry. Mustow was leaning against it, looking annoyed.

"Philips, quit fannying around and hurry up, will you." The officer, now known as Philips rolled his eyes and led Harry to the boot of the car. There he took out a first aid kit and continued with cleaning Harry's hands.

"What your name then?" Harry figured since Officer Philips was quite nice and he didn't really exist here what harm could it do.

"Harry Potter." Philips smiled at him.

"Alright then, Harry. Your hands don't look that bad. Is there anywhere else you're injured?" Harry shook his head.

"Right, well I guess we should take you down to the station and-"

"Excuse me." A really pretty red head stood right beside them. Neither had seen her walking up. "I am Agent Romanoff of SHEILD. I am here to retrieve Mr Potter into SHEILD's custody." She spoke with an American accent contradicting her Russian sounding name.

"Sorry, missy. I've never heard of SHEILD and Mr Potter here will be following us back to the station." Mustow had dragged himself over to join in. Apparently he wanted to flaunt his importance the face of the attractive agent. He even puffed out his chest. Agent Romanoff looked as unimpressed as Harry felt.

"Mr Potter, if you would?" She ignored Mustow and looked right at Harry.

"Um, is SHEILD where I was before?" She nodded.

"Yes, if you like a chance to get back where you came from I would suggest you'd come with me." They could get him home! Harry was already moving towards her when Mustow slammed a hand on his shoulder.

"Now see here!" Urgh, looked like Malfoy senior and sounded like Vernon, not a good combination. "I can't just let you take our suspect in an attempted robbery case."

"Robbery? I walked through a store!" Harry shoved off the man's hand and growled at him. Touch him again and he'd be blowing bats out of his nose for a week.

"Well, Harry, you did break into the back of the store." Officer Philips reminded him softly.

"I was headed to the alley! It's not like I could walk in there from the street!" Now that he was thinking about it he should have a0pparated to the alley instead. That was bloody stupid.

"Here's my card. If you have any questions of our legal right of taking Mr Potter please call the number on the card. Come along then Mr Potter." She handed Officer Philips a card, turned and walked away, clearly expecting Harry to follow.

"Thanks for treating my hands… Um, bye." Harry awkwardly waved to Officer Philips who smiled and followed the agent.

…..000000000^^000000000000…..

Harry sat on a plane for the first time in his life looking out of the window. Agent Romanoff had told Harry very little about SHEILD and hadn't asked many questions either. She and her team had driven him to a hanger and she left him in care of another agent and the pilot. They hadn't said much other than told him where to sit and how long the flight would take, one hour. The agent sat across from him holding a small black device in his hands. It looked a lot more sophisticated than anything he had seen on his earth. Though he was moving his fingers like a Gameboy he had seen Dudley play with as kids. Wasn't he a bit too old to be playing with games?

The flight was uneventful but when the hour was almost up he saw something outside the window. First he could only see a black blob in the sky but as they got closer the blob grew until he could see it was a huge ship. Flying in the air like there was nothing to it. Muggles in this world were really advanced. The plane landed on the huge deck and the agent led Harry to a door. It led inside and Harry recognized the colour on the walls. He was back on where he started, the blurry man had lied; he hadn't been in a hospital. The agent brought him to a small room with a large round table surrounded with chairs. Harry sat down as the door opened again. In walked a large black man with an eye patch and dressed in black leather. He looked very serious. After him came a slightly smaller white man with receding hairlines in a suit. Also he looked serious.

"Mr Potter," the large black man growled. "I am Nick Fury, Director of SHIELD."

"And I'm agent Coulson." Receding hairlines said.

"Hullo." Harry couldn't think really what to say.

"Now that's that is over. Tell me what you did to my men." Fury barked.

"Your men…? Oh, right. I stunned them." If Harry was a muggle, he would have asked how he popped to Britain from an aircraft carrier as a first question, or maybe if he wished to do harm but horses for courses he supposed.

"They're not waking up." Agent Coulson clarified helpfully. Harry frowned.

"They should have woken up by now. Stunners only last for ten minutes or so."

"Is it harmful for them not to wake up?" Coulson asked. Harry considered this.

"No, I've never heard of anyone been hurt by a stunner." The two men looked at each other and sat down across the table from Harry.

"So Mr Potter. You are not from this world." That was not a question but Harry nodded. "Where are you from?"

"Earth, just not this one." Coulson nodded.

"How did you use the Tesseract to come here?" It seemed that Fury was going to observe and agent Coulson ask the questions.

"Um, I don't know a Tesseract is, but I didn't come here voluntarily."

"Why were you injured when you arrived here? Do you remember anything from the trip?" Harry sighed.

"I fought in a war and we had just won when something hooked around my middle and I woke up here." Both men's eyebrows rose.

"A war, Mr Potter, aren't you a bit to young?" Harry frowned.

"I'm older than I look." Which was true, since he didn't look almost eighteen.

"Then enlighten us with your date of birth and nationality." Fury looked almost smug.

"Born 1980, Godric's Hallow, England."

"You mean to say that you are 31 years old, Mr Potter? I find that very hard to believe." Harry looked at agent Coulson in surprise.

"What? No, I'm seventeen, almost eighteen. Why would you think I'm 31?"

"What's today's date?" Fury asked. Harry had to think for a second; having lived on the run the dates swam together.

"2nd of May, 1998." Agent Coulson looked over at Fury who nodded.

"Mr Potter, I'm sorry to say that today's date is April the 14, 2011."

"Oh." He's in the future in an alternative earth on a flying ship surrounded by muggles and no magic. Well, he had his magic and the nature's but no one else. "How did I get here? Do you know?"

"You were brought here by a device called the Tesseract. It is a power source that we know little about, only it's not originally not from earth. It is highly unstable and our top scientists were examining it when a burst of energy knocked everyone in the room down. That's when we found you."

"So, then you don't know how to send me back?" Coulson looked at Fury for confirmation.

"Not of this moment but we have the best of the best working on it. A couple of scientists have opened a portal before; it's only a matter of time before we can do the same."

"Now Mr Potter, we would like to ask you about your world." Fury leaned on his arms, giving Harry his undivided attention. "That stick, the 'wand' you use, is it a form of stun gun? Has it any other abilities and can anyone use it?" Well, no magic users means no secrecy laws. He had to stay on their good side since he needed them, they didn't need him. Harry pulled out both wands and placed them on the table.

"These are my wands. I am a wizard."

Sorry if someone feels that I have slaughtered the English language with my use of British slang, obviously I'm not British but if I have bollocks it up please do write and we can drink a spot of tea together and maybe take over the world.

I like Fury. I don't know why many fanfiction writers bully him so much, I think he's funny.

Don't know when I will be able to update chapter trois, but hopefully before Christmas but I am writing it. Now exams, yeaaaaaay!