Disclaimer: JK Rowling owns Harry Potter and the Harry Potter universe. I'm just playing with it.
Chapter 2
The next thing Harry knew, he was floating on a cloud. Or at least, that's how it felt. It was kind of hard to think though, so he couldn't be sure.
"Who are you? What's your name?" a loud voice thundered.
"Harry Potter," he replied.
"That's impossible," said another voice. A female voice, Harry's mind dimly registered.
"Shhhh," replied the loud male voice in a whisper.
"How did you get thru the wards?" demanded the loud voice.
"There were no wards," Harry said.
There was whispering. Harry began to feel uncomfortable about the situation, almost alarm. There was something familiar about this floating feeling. Something bad.
"Who sent you here?"
"No one sent me here," responded Harry.
More whispering.
"Tell me what you remember of the last ten minutes!" demanded the female voice.
"I was at Hogwarts. I was walking on the 7th floor. I was heading to the Room of …"
No! an inner voice said. The uncomfortable feeling grew stronger. The room's a secret. Don't tell anyone about it.
"The room of what?" the female voice demanded. "What did you want there?"
Harry focused on the second question.
"I needed to find some help."
"Help to do what?"
"To learn DADA. To learn to teach DADA. To learn to be a leader. To save …" Harry suddenly remembered. The Imperius! yelled that inner voice. You're under a spell! Don't answer!
"To save who?" asks the male voice.
Harry clenched his jaw and struggled not to answer.
"WHO?"
Harry just couldn't stop the words. They slipped out through his clenched teeth.
"Every … one!"
And with that, Harry felt his mind fully clear. The spell was broken. His will was his own.
Looking down he realized that he was sitting in a chair and bound to it with ropes. The man who looked so much like his father was standing in front of him, wand drawn and aimed at his chest. He sensed … felt someone behind him. Probably the woman he realized.
The man must have realized that Harry had broken the spell because he gave out a humph sound of frustration. "Well, this is a pretty puzzle. You break into my home, scare the wits out of my wife and me, wearing a face you have no right to and then somehow lie under veritaserum about who you are and what you're doing here!"
Harry scowled with anger. "I'm no liar. My name is Harry Potter and this is my face. MY face. I don't how I got here, but I certainly didn't break through wards doing it. The last thing I remember is…" Harry stopped short not just because he didn't want to mention the Room of Requirement, but because the man's own face was darkening in anger too. A face eerily like his own.
"That's another lie! You are not Harry Potter!"
"And how would you know that?"
"Because I am Harry Potter!"
Harry stared wide-eyed at the man in mouth gaping astonishment. And then his anger returning he yelled, "Now who's the liar. YOU, that's who!"
"No, he's not," came a voice from behind Harry.
Harry startled, having momentarily forgotten that someone was behind him. And then that someone stepped around him to finally stop beside the man with his face.
"And I ought to know, he is my husband after all." The woman said with a scowl.
Harry's mouth opened wide in astonishment. He knew that scowl. He'd seen it any number of times over the last few years. Usually aimed at one of her brothers or some other malefactor like Malfoy. It was a scowl that promised that a painful hex was coming. One filled with bat-bogey's.
"Ginny?"