The World Ends With You

by Jack M Murk

We live we die, we move on in the world. But for that one instance of a second the world stood still for all that the wizardry world knew was lost. All hope was gone, everything that they fought so hard for vanished. Follow Harry in his 6th year.

3. The Deepest Connection

Chapter 3 – The deepest part of the soul

It felt like the world was turning it's back on him again leaving him to the fates of muggles where he couldn't do anything to stop them. At least he had somethings to think about things to plan, things to learn. He still needed to adjust to this realm, two years after he had jumped through that dam gate and still barely anything had changed. Of course time went slower out here then it did there. Then again, there wasn't a concept of time there. The ghosts of the world just continued there business like they would have if they were still living. The only way he could even begin to tell it had been a year was because he kept a journal while he was there. As he called it, "the book of creation", it explained everything that had happen. Drawing, writings, magical incantations, spell creation, transfigurations, just about everything and anything he had learned went into the book, itself was an adventure that many wizards would love to have. He wondered how Hermione would react to reading such a book.

The Dursley's didn't even come to pick him up this year, not that he was surprised. It didn't matter, the knight's bus was a good way to travel. And he didn't have to listen to his uncle yap all the way home or Dudley snoring.

The ride was a quick one, paying a what he had left of galleons in his pocket to the driver and stepped off the bus. Nothing had changed, same small rows of flowers lining the walkway entry to the white door. Two windows on the bottom, two windows on the top. One car in the driveway, a small and well kept lawn, with an equally small garden growing along the front wall.

Before he even reached the door it had opened, Vernon stood there, getting fatter by the minute. Behind him was his enormous cousin, and equally frightful was his only true blood relation Petunia. Just barely in viewing range of the doorway.

"Boy... Is that you?" Vernon's words hissed, "What happened over the school year did those freaks finally show you how much more you are a freak?"

"Hello to you Uncle." Harry responded, not really in the mood to talk to his uncle.

"Boy, you better show some respect to your elders, the only reason we are letting you back in this house is because of your freak mom just so happen to be my wife's sister." sneered Vernon. On any other day Harry would have blown up, but today he just was not feeling up to the challenge.

"Can I please come in Uncle? I've had a very long year and I'm not really in the mood to hex you." Harry said nonchalantly knowing fully well that he would get the entire family rile up.

"Why you little!"

Harry held up his hand and looked directly into Vernon's eyes. Harry felt himself pull up his magic from his core and into his palm. His eyes glowed a bright emerald green, his palm had a faint yellowish white glow to it. "Uncle, I'm only going to say this once and only once, leave me alone for the rest of this summer and I will never get your way. But cross me, and I'll make your regret everything that you ever did to me."

"but but..." Dudley stuttered behind Vernon.

"I can't use magic outside of school? Let's test the theory and see if the ministry has the balls to come after me." Harry whispered and drew his hand down, and pushed back the energy back to his core. "Now.. I have a lot to do this summer and I don't need you interrupting me or anyone else for that matter." Harry shoved both Vernon and Dudley aside and looked at his aunt, for a second he questioned if he should tell her what his mother had told him. But he knew she had the right to know.

"My mother says hi, and that she was sorry for all of the things that had been said in the past. She knows that she can never make up for it, considering that she can't exactly come back to this plane. She said that she wants to put everything in the past because it doesn't really matter now." Harry looked at his aunt, not giving her a chance to response then walked to his room.

Harry dropped off his two trunks and other supplies and artifacts that he had gathered over the year on his bed. His eyes gently moved across the room, inspecting every little detail. It seemed so long ago that he had left the room for the summer to go to Hogwarts. Harry thought to himself and walked out of the room and into the upstairs bathroom. At first he couldn't believe what he was looking at in the mirror. He had seen himself many times over the past two years but this was the first time he had really noticed himself. Long streaks of crimson red still ran through his messy black hair. His eyes while still the emerald green that everyone knew him for really stood out against his pale skin. If it wasn't for the light shade of pink in his cheeks he almost would have mistaken him for being part of the undead. His face had changed completely, no longer did it hold the boyish look that made him look innocent and sweet. Small scars lined the side of his face, it had been where Calphus had almost took off his head with his claws. What a year, Harry thought and proceed to stripped off his clothing and noticed that even though he never truly did any formal training on the other side, the constant fighting and traveling had gotten him into a shape that he couldn't argue against. Oh how he had changed, Harry thought insightfully to himself, he turned on the shower and jumped in after it warmed up a bit. He let the water cascade down his body as he just stood there with his head down. It had changed him so much, it stripped away what was left of his child hood, it had created a man with a purpose an a mission to keep those he loved around him alive. It was a journey to show him the meaning of life, it was a journey to show him how much he wanted to live and to see the end of the war.

"The end of the war", Harry whispered to himself. Before he had entered that veil the concept of war was that of what children played in there backyard. Yes he had fought Tom on multiple occasions and survived but even that was child's play. If it wasn't for some lucky streak he would have been dead a long time ago. His concept of war had changed, now he saw it as a necessary evil to keep those who were innocent safe and protect those who could not protect themselves. And even more so, a way to keep the small freedoms alive.

Finishing up his shower Harry dried off and quickly got dressed and walked back to his room. His head still swarmed with thoughts he was slowly trying to organize into some coherent tangible way of thinking. But most of them escaped him like a fleeting butterfly getting away from a net. Harry wasted no time after the shower to unpack all of his belongings, from his broomstick to his other trunk with the many different items and artifacts that he had collected throughout his journey. One of these items was his personal journal, his "book of creation". A detailing journey of his entire journey, well most of it and when he had time to write down his thoughts. Harry took a seat on his bed after clearing away some of the junk and opened up his book of creations.

Day 1

I have to admit something and I will admit this only one time. I've stumbled down the rabbits hole and have entered wonderland, well sort of. I fear that I've done something terribly wrong, and that I will never see my friends again, nor will I ever see Hermione again. This isn't the nice and beautiful garden on the other side of the door, no, this is no garden at all. In fact it's a world vastly different from ours, the sky isn't blue and the ground isn't brown. It smells constantly of sulfur and brimstone if I can even call it that. The sky is of what one could call a forever pink twilight, an the ground is red and slightly amber, if that can be the color of the ground. Everything seems burnt here, nothing to amazing, yet it's amazing within itself knowing all to well that this is a different world.

I'm not starting this journal the first day I've gotten here. It's been almost three full days since I jumped into the veil to go after Sirius. I will admit when I jumped through I was in sort of a dazed like state, unable to truly understand what had just happened. I do remember that when I first opened by eyes I could see off in the distance Sirius being taken away from some unknown figures, and near me were two of the most vastly different creatures I've ever seen in my life. On my left was only what I could describe as a demon, long horns protruding from the pinkish reddish like skin from the base of it's head. Red beady eyes that could bore holes through your skin, he was more like a man then something you would expect from a demon. But he was scary never the less. And on my right was the most beautiful looking man I've never seen, the embodiment of light and hope, an angel if I could take a guess. The angel, did not have a form per say. It was more like a human figure wrapped up in tendrils of light that stretched out around him or her, I couldn't really tell. Everything was covered from head to toe with these tendrils yet I could distinctly tell that there was a sword attached to the hip of this creature. I could feel the hatred dripping from the Demon only to be countered by the Love that dripped off of the angel.

At first I stood at the edge of the gate, at awe of the creatures around me. Then curiosity struck me to see that none of the guardians of this gate seem to notice me. It was at this time I looked down to see that the vial of blood that Alice had given me was glowing particularly bright against my pale skin. And then I remembered that very day she gave it to me. It was on a cold night during the end of the school year, what month? That I do not remember, but I remember distinctively of what she said about herself that night. It was the first time that she had really opened up to me.

"Harry, I tell you this now in complete confidence that you will never repeat these words again. I'm only telling you this because... well when you get to my age all you have is stories of the past to keep you looking forward towards the future."

I remember those words only because it had aroused my curiosity in her. I had known already she was a vampire, Hermione had figured that out and we had a great long debate on the topic of how dangerous it was for me to be around a vampire. But Hermione didn't know the entire story of how we met, I don't think many people will ever know. But I was in a life debt with her and so I felt compelled to continue my meetings with her. That night she continued her life story starting back when she was born, and continued until the present. But one particular event comes to mind during this interesting situation that I am currently in.

"It was at this point in time that I realized I had exceeded all mortal boundaries and was beyond space and time. It was at this point I realized that I was the master of death, bringer of destruction and giver of life. I know this sounds like I have a really big ego, which all vampires do but when you have lived as long as I have then you can understand that there comes a time when nothing in this world could ever willing hurt you."

Master of death, did her vial of blood allow me to remain unnoticed by these creatures? I had questioned back then and I still have questions now, but it seems that way. I can't truly conclude my theories until I search more in this world. There so much to put down in this journal which I happened to stumble upon not to far from my initial trek from the gate in Sirius direction. It seems that our kind throws a lot of junk inside this veil not truly understanding what it is. This journal seems to be a journal of a very powerful witch, there isn't a name but I can feel the power radiant off of it. The other writings in this book are most impressive. A lot of them are studies of the magical nature.

This I am glad for because it's shown me somewhat of how to use wandless magic, which I am eternally grateful for, I doubt I would have survived long without this aspect. Its amazing how much more you can do without a wand, the feeling of absolute control over your magic is amazing. Of course as of the moment I can only cast only the simplest of spells. Anything more then that, I risk buring my own magical out. There's also other things she discusses, magical creatures that might aid my journey, creatures I've never even heard of. It talks about the differences between life magic and death magic, never does it mention light and dark magic. I've yet to read what the difference is, but my guess is that in all reality there isn't light or dark magic, it's just magic. A shielding charm can be used still as a weapon of war much like a muggle shield. It isn't as effective as the killing curse but it still can damage. Or a simple levitation charm harmless when using on objects that don't feel pain or can float already. But what if you were to drop a man from a mere height of 25 feet? It would still do damage. This is just food for thought, I'll have to come back to it when I have more time to sit and read.

I doubt It is amazing to think that I've stumbled across such a find. Of course it could be absolutely useless if I can never get out of this place again. It also has shown me other theories and other powerful types of magic that I can not just throw this journal away. There is no ill intent inside this journal, no, unlike Tom's journal there is no soul locked up in this journal. Just beautiful illustrations of this witches theories and formulas and dictations of her life in general.

There were other items that laid off the side of this rocky beaten path, none of which seemed to catch my eye. I'm more afraid of touching them considering anything thrown inside the veil was meant for it's destruction. To think it's only the third day and I'm already experiencing of how life can be cruel and lonely. Not to mention the fact that I'm starving and yet I haven't found a single ounce of life or anything for that matter. I won't concede defeat not yet, not ever.

~ Harry James Potter

Harry finished reading the very first page of his journal. He remembered it like it was yesterday, he knew that he had to grow up fast or he would have perished. With a deep breath and a heavy sigh Harry put his journal back into the deepest compartment of his trunk far past the other trinkets that he managed to collect while on his journey. His hand lightly brushed up against a small silver pebble and in an instance it drew in his magic. It made him shiver and pull his hand away. He'd have to remember that one and not touch it again.

Harry moved over to the small desk that over looked the small window which over looked the overly normal street. He noticed two cloaked figured standing around on the other side of the street. He couldn't help to be amused that Dumbledore went to great lengths to keep him safe. His eyes lazily moved from his guards to the evening sun it oddly reminding him of the other world. He wondered how Sirius was doing now, he met him just before he had left on the train, but it wasn't enough time to really know what was going on. He half imagined that day that Sirius would have been mad at him for doing such a stupid thing. They hadn't talked much, they had a mutual understanding of what events had conspired.

He, like Sirius couldn't believe that they just had did that. Harry joked about how he had to pull Sirius onto his back because Sirius had to go Godfather, superhero mode and almost for the second time and almost get killed. As if you could get killed again in the other world, Harry scoffed at the thought. This earned a small chuckle from Harry.

He pulled out a parchment from his desk and started a quick note to "Snuffles", he wanted to know what he thought of his ideas and his future plans for the D.A. Harry could almost here Sirius yelling at him for being just a kid and that grown-ups should be taking on the worlds problems. Once he was finished he quickly tied his note to Hedwig who looked all to happy to have her master back and all to happy to get out of the dreadful place that her master could even consider calling home. She took off in a hurry and with a hoot, leaving Harry to himself and to his thoughts. His thoughts lead him to the idea that had occurred to him just after he had gotten off the train. He had to think about how was going to get around by passing the guards that surrounded his house and how he was going to meet everyone for the D.A. Meetings.

The week quickly past for Harry, who very much like last year spent time jogging down the same path that took him from the house past the local part, to the corner market, through a near by graveyard and back again. It was along this path he had met the elder vampire Alice Tiberius. It was almost exactly two years ago that she had walked into his life waiting for him at the end of his run, he missed her smile and how the wind casually brushed her hair in front of her face while her figure remained like a ancient roman statue. Even he had to admit that she held a captivating beauty that many women would die for. But he also knew that she was a predator in the prime of her game. She was made to look that way to draw enough attention to make humans attract to her. After his run he would go to the nearest cafe with her, they would talk about what ever had been on his mind the day prior.

It was during this time he spent with her that they went over many different life problems. She would find a way to open him up to different ideas that the world had to offer. She found ways to make him think outside of what was just in front of him. Harry had to admit that most of the time it was a one sided conversation and it was more of a lecture on Alice's part. But it was during these days that he cherished the most because he felt like he could talk to her about anything in his life. Even the most mundane of things.

Unfortunately these thoughts lead him down a very dark and narrow path. He really hadn't thought about her death because he had met her on the other side of life. She had been his companion for a few months while he was in hell. She was his mentor even in that world. When things looked dark and grey she was there to help him through the rough times. There had been multiple times when Harry felt like turning around and go back to his real life. There had been multiple times when he felt his emotions take over and the madness that surrounded the other world take over his mind. If it wasn't for her Harry knew that he wouldn't have been able to come back and try to save those he loved. Harry wiped his eyes when he noticed they had collected a little water around the edges. All these thoughts were getting him depressed.

Harry shook his head and sat up from his bed and looked around his room. The better part of the week he spent a lot of time going over the many of the different incantations within his journal, many were writing by the previous journal owner and many of his own. He often wondered why purebloods were far weaker then muggleborn or why the magically society decided to hide themselves?. He often wondered why wizards lacked what there breather non magical humans had. A fascination with innovation, wizards were lazy pack animals. They moved with those who held the most power and lacked the mental fortitude to pursue thinking outside of the box. Harry often wondered after the many different tutors that he had in the other world, how is it that his people were to survive a war if they lacked the reasoning to create, expand, and make there own destiny in the world. It was now he wished he had Alice to talk to about his thoughts.

Ron, Hermione, Ginny, Luna, and Neville sat around in the attic half wondering if Harry was really going to show up to the meeting that he had planned. All of them had finished the projects Harry had asked them to do. All of them felt accomplished in knowing that it was the first step in changing the direction of the war. They did it not only for Harry but for there families.

"So how was your summer going?" Ginny asked Neville who sat across from her. He was staring off into space much like Luna who sat next to him.

"oh... well grandmother was so anxious to leave the country that when I told her that I couldn't leave, she was in shock. And then when I told her that I had a duty to Harry and to the rest of the wizardry world to keep it safe and protected I thought she would have died. At first she didn't understand, but I think I got through to her. She was almost.. almost seemed proud of me." Neville beamed.

"At least that's better then what Ron and I had to go through, mum was well..--" Ginny looked up at a corner of the attic wondering how she could describe her mother's reaction to all of the events that had happened.

"Psycho? Crazy? Wanting to chop off our heads? Bloody murder?" Ron blurted out, "it took two calming droughts to even begin to calm her down. When Dumbledore told her of the events of that night, she blew an entirely new magical fuse. I could have swore that our house was about to fall."

"My mum and dad were not to happy to hear that I wasn't going to go on the summer trip with them. Of course they understood that I wanted to study to do better on these years tests. I didn't tell them anything about what had gone on last year... I don't think they would have let me stay if I told them." sadly Hermione said.

"oh.. father was curious about what happen to Harry, he wanted to know everything about the veil how it was destroyed and everything else. If only those snarkles didn't whisk away my memories I might have been able to tell him more. But the manifolds did bring something to me the other night, a whisper of a coming of a storm. I told them it was silly because it was a clear night but then they showed me. I wonder how dark this storm will be." in a dainty off world type of voice Luna said. Everyone looked at Luna with interest, never did she ever really talk in such a straightforward manner even for Luna.

"My aunt and uncle never would understand what happened, of course I told my aunt what my mother told me. I can still see my aunt's face, oh she looked as if she.. well you get the point." said Harry who stepped through what looked like an invisible door way with the edges barely visible. Behind him everyone could clearly see Harry's room, yet anything around the door was still the attic. "surprised to see me?" Harry laughed as he fully moved through the doorway and let it close up by itself. Everyone still had there mouth's open, unable to response to the fact Harry just appeared and it wasn't by apparition.

"I've been working on it at my aunt's house. I figured if it worked in the other world, then I could at least try it here. Apparently it does work. It's near bloody hard to maintain in this world. But doable." Harry took a seat near Hermione. Her mouth still gaping, the wheels in her head moving a mile a minute trying to formulate what had just happened. The doorway vanished without a sound leaving everyone still in a daze like state.

"A fly is gonna go into that mouth of yours if you don't close it." Harry whispered into Hermione's ear, earning a blush from Hermione.

"how.." Was the first words Hermione could say as she stood up and walked over to where the doorway appeared. Her eyes curiously looked through the thin air, she waved her hand through as if she could detect the magical signature of the doorway.

"What is the fastest way to move between two points in space?" said Harry.

"in a straight line." Hermione responded, her eyes quizzically looked at Harry then back at where the doorway appeared.

"So let's take out the line itself and place the points on top of each other, and suddenly there is no longer is there a gap to cross."

"but."

"Would create and unstable rift in this world collapsing it within itself?" Harry smiled, "That part I haven't quite figured out yet.. But since we are all here, I imagine that nothing to bad has happened."

"That could be dangerous, you don't know the side effects! Did you even know if it would work? What if the ministry can detect it?" Hermione stopped her ranting and started her examination of the area of where the door way had appeared and turned her high powered inquisitive mind on Harry. Harry shrugged and smiled.

"No, but call it a leap of faith, isn't that what every thing is?" Harry questioned.

"Gah, Harry what did that veil do to you. Your starting to sound like Hermione!" Ron cried and held his head, "Don't leave me mate, I need a partner in crime to continue our streak of not doing much." Everyone laughed, "Look Mate, I know that veil changed a lot in you, but you can't just be walking around through invisible doorways. Imagine if you just walked into the ministry or Hogwarts by passing all of there wards? They would go nuts, The ministry would have you locked up."

"Ron it isn't like I'm going to boast that I've found another way to travel. Plus it's not much more different then apparating, it's just more efficient. And without all of the popping and stuff that could give away your position." said Harry. "And I highly doubt I could pass through Hogwarts and the Ministry wards."

"What about the location? How did you know we were in the attic and not in Ron's room, or the shed, or Ginny's room?" asked Hermione.

"Oh... well it's like running a sideshow on the other side, I can peer into rooms that I remember without actually letting the inhabitants know I'm looking into the room." said Harry getting very suspicious looks from the girls.

"Alright, we all know why we are here today. So let's get started, Hermione you go first." Harry quickly changed the topics and turned his attention to Hermione.

Still gaping, Hermione quickly gathered herself and looked at Harry, he could see in her eyes that this conversation wasn't done yet. "Alright, well.. yes." Hermione smiled, "Yes, well I've message all of the DA members they've agreed that it is a great idea in wanting to do more outside of school. In fact they said they would love to start as soon as possible. So when we choose days to get together I will start sending out information to them so we can choose a proper spot. For muggle born students I will send things through the mail, for others I'll find other methods to properly insure that our information is not intercepted by the enemy."

"Good, I'd have to add to that. I believe the safest place for any of us is in the muggle world. Now we can't exactly use magic so this summer we will be working on team work. Hermione can you get information on parks or other places hidden from the magical world in order for our group to work?" Harry asked.

"I'll get on it, it's a good idea." Hermione took out a parchment and quill and started to write out in detail of what they would need.

"Ginny, Neville," said Harry.

"right.. well we can't go by the DA any more like you said. So well.. we've come up with other names. We started with Potter's Army, but that would be declaring to much to the ministry. So we thought of different names." Neville timidly said and pulled out a list. He handed it to Harry who quickly looked over the list.

"If I may." Luna interjected as she came out of her dreamlike state. "Are we not potter's army? Would It not show the world that we mean to do what we set out to do? If we are against the dark lord they why not show the world that we have followed the one person who has defied him the longest?"

"But, the ministry would have our heads. And Dumbledore couldn't cover for his if we were to name ourselves that." said Ginny.

"We don't have to make ourselves known to the world.. not yet at least." Luna quickly retorted.

"Luna is right, I think being called Potter's army is good to unite our cause against what we are setting out to do. Plus, we have to keep this a secret, the less people know about us the more we will be able to adjust to the enemies plans. Not even the order can know about us." Ron spoke up, his hand resting on his chin. "Right now we don't have the numbers to attack you-know-who, straight on or the experience. That would be suicide, we have to work on being stealth and untraceable. Our ability to survive will be based on our ability to deceive."

"So it's Potter's Army?" Hermione asked. Everyone except Harry nodded. He didn't quite like the idea of having a army named after him. But he also knew that If there word ever got out, everyone else would be safe and he would take all the blame.

"Potter's army it is." everyone said at the same time.

"Well, our current numbers, and the different experience levels within them all. We stand at a major disadvantage. Most of us are not even allowed to do magic outside of school. Those who can are not coming back to Hogwarts next year." Ron started in with his assignment. "I've placed people who I see work together well, but groups three and four there ages on average are barely over fifteen."

"Groups three and four will be placed on defensive duty, I will not have any student younger then sixteen be in the face of combat." Harry stated, he had seen what happens when kids grow up to be soldiers. To many he had seen in the other world, they were a group unto themselves and something Harry never wanted to see again.

"Ok so the only groups that can actually do something will be groups one and two, so now not only did we not have the numbers before but now we have half the men to work with when striking an opponent." Frustrated Ron ran his hand through his hair. "I guess it could work to our advantage, but these two groups would have to good. And I'm not saying just good, I mean they bloody well know exactly what each other are doing because trust me numbers do not play into our favor."

"that's why we are going to start training now, I'm not asking for this army to go out and strike at Tom any time soon. We don't need that on our plate. No, this is purely defensive measures until we can effectively hit Tom where it counts." said Harry.

"We should have groups one and two train at least four days a week, and groups two and three train maybe once a week. Could you imagine what the parents would say if there children left four days a week for a few hours of the day and then came back exhausted? But like you said Ron, if we are cutting our forces in half groups one and two better known each other like the back of there hands." said Hermione.

"Back of their hands?" Everyone but Harry questioned.

"why would we want to know the back of there hands?" Neville asked.

"It's a muggle saying, it basically means that your teammates are your life line. You have to know what they are doing before they even know that they are doing it." Harry said.

"I'll leave you to make up the schedule Hermione, Ron I want you to start to look into Auror tactics, also start looking into muggle tactics and training. Ginny and Neville I have a special plan for you. If we are to be called Potter's Army to much of my dismay, I think we will need a symbol of hope for our world. Luna, can you get me an interview with your father? I think it's time to start using the press to our advantage. Wars are won on deception and anticipating your enemies maneuvers. We can only help move the enemy and hope that it takes the bait. The media can be a powerful ally if used properly." Harry looked at Luna.

"Of course Harry, father would be so excited to know that he will have an interview from you." Luna happily said.

"Good, Anything else anyone wants to mention to the group?" Harry asked, his eyes casually scanned the group. His fighting six, or as he would like to on day call him. His generals, they were the masterminds behind his power. Without them he would be a lost soul amongst the wailing banshees of the night.

"I'd like to know this why this sudden change in heart? I mean all of last year it took all of my will power to pull you to even start the DA and now you want to build an army." Hermione questioned as she finished jotting down some notes on her parchment.

"I've changed a lot since my little adventure through the veil. I guess in a sense I had gotten a more classical education from both muggle and wizard and some other enlighten beings that manage to find me. They made me realize that by doing nothing we are allow the enemy to win the war, and now since we have the chance to do something we have the ability to wage war on our own terms. I want to make sure that we never have a repeat of that night in the ministry. I want to make sure that the next time we encounter Tom's forces they won't know what hit them, I want to make sure that the wizardry world knows that this army is going to bring change amongst it's people." Harry ended with a shout earning some cheers from his friends. "The world is built on dreams, and now that I have a dream that doesn't include Voldemort. I want to make sure that it comes true."

All of those in the room nodded, they understood Harry. They could feel what he was saying as if it had come alive as he spoke the words. He jumped through the veil a confused young man without any hope of life outside of school and suddenly, there was hope in his eyes, a dream to find and nothing was going to stop him.

"I wish I could tell you guys everything about the other world, but it's simply just to much to even begin to tell you. I can tell you this though. I entered that gate and found myself. And now that I have something to strive for, hell itself would have to come and drag me back before it will stop me from changing our world." Harry ended and smiled. "Any other questions?"

"Are you.. are you going to do that doorway trick again?" Neville questioned.

"Sure, I do have to get home somehow." Harry's surprised face turned into a smile.

"Harry... uh.." Hermione bit her bottom lip, "Could I go with you.. you know to your place.. I mean I just want to try that doorway out" Hermione said all in one breath.

"I was kinda hoping you would ask that." Harry smiled and closed his eyes and envisioned his room at the Dursley. Much like apparating he had to see both sides to where he was coming from and going to. "this is always the hardest part." Harry whispered. He held out his hands to the open air in front of him. Everyone had backed up against the wall, afraid of what might happen. Harry drew forth his own power within him calling it to from his core to his hands, his mind building at the same time what exactly what Harry wanted to do. And with a clap of his hands the power sprang forth from Harry and there before them stood a doorway with an invisible frame seemingly holding the power together. Of course the clapping and the antics were all just an act. He just enjoyed seeing the surprise on there faces.

Harry smiled at the doorway turned back to his fellow comrades, "Amazing isn't it? I just have to make sure to do all of that.. without the entire warm up. Used to be be able to do like it was taking a drink." All of them nodded. "The whole clapping thing, well that was just for effect. Your faces were classic." Harry laughed. "Ready Mi?" Harry asked Hermione who seemed quite embarrassed at the new nickname. Ron rose a brow at Harry but kept a blank face. Ginny didn't look to happy.

"Let me get my bag and then we can go.." Hermione was quick to throw all of her stuff into her bag and grabbed Harry's hand. Harry felt a warmth creep up his body. And with that both of the young students walked through the door and appeared in Harry's room.

"That was..."

"Something that you will never be able to figure out in your entire life time?" Harry laughed and turned around to peer back through the door to see everyone still at awe at how he had accomplished such a feat. Harry felt the power drain back into his body as the door shut leaving Harry and Hermione by themselves.

"that must take a great deal of power to control something like that."

"Not really, it takes a great deal of organization of thoughts and then having them do the job at hand. And that itself takes a lot of mental strength in itself to do." Harry smiled.

"you have changed a great deal.. I'm not saying I don't like it no..it's, just weird to go from knowing you to well... I don't' know any more, it's like you left us for ten minutes and suddenly your an entirely different person. And yet, I know your the same Harry inside.." Hermione was silenced as Harry crossed the gap between them and placed his finger on her lips. The proximity between them both made both of them flush, the heat radiated off of both of them.

"I'm still and will always still be the same Harry. It's just I've been through more then I can have ever expected in my life. I don't think I could ever explain it, it's has opened my eyes to what is important to me and what is important in my life." Harry moved his finger from Hermione's lips and stared into her eyes. He could find himself staring into her eyes for all of time. The way they showed love, compassion, and yet the sheer determination to understand everything that was in this world. They captured her beauty and the angelic radiance that glowed off of her. "I. When." he stuttered, afraid of what he might say might make her run away.

"I was alone for almost six months down there, I had nothing but my thoughts and a journal that I found down there. For sometime I had wondered why exactly I had jumped into that veil. Sirius was no where insight, not even a small animal lived in these lands. And it was then I realized that I had done this, subconsciously because I needed to realize what was important to me. And when I finally realized that I had lived in the past so much, with so much anger for the one who killed my parents, so much anger to those who made my life miserable. There was one person who always made me think of how much it is worth it to finish this journey and come back and start a new world where I don't have to be angry, I don't have to fear, where I can love those who are closest to me." Harry voice trailed off to a whisper as he moved closer to Hermione. He couldn't help his feelings, they were torn and battered from the long journey but he knew that they were true to his deepest core. The one who stood by him for better or worse, the one who continued to push himself to make himself better in every way even though he fought back tooth and nail. She never gave up on him, never looked down at him, she always stood by him. "Mi, there is nothing in this world that I.." Hermione moved closer and pressed her lips onto his.

For an instant, Harry's mind couldn't register the feeling sweeping through his body. It was all to sudden, but the feeling swept away like ripples in a pond and was quickly replaced with the thoughts how right this felt. Her lips were soft and as sweet as candy, but it ended all to quickly when there was a knock on his door. Both of them immediately jumped away from each other, quite unsure of what had just happened.

"Boy there's someone at the door for you." Vernon sneered. His loud footsteps could be heard as he trotted away from the door.

"Harry..." Hermione whispered, Harry could see that she was calculating a mile per minute in her mind. He watched as she started to struggle with what she wanted to say, he smiled, she was cute when she was so deep in thought trying to figure out something that didn't need to be figured out. He closed the gap again and kissed her once more.

At that moment a snowy white owl swooped into the room and landed on his desk. Harry gave Hermione a soft smile and turned his attention to Hedwig who hooted at him and held out her leg. Harry walked over and untied the letter, once opened he began to quickly read the message. It contained Hermione's address along with a quick scribble that it would be safer to send her away. Harry quickly contemplated about the letter and who it was from but given the time he turned around to Hermione.

"I'll see you later tonight, here you can take this and read it as much as you like. Its my journal from the other world. I only want you to see this." Harry whispered and then reluctantly pulled away from her. He quickly noted how much he missed her radiating warmth coming from her body. How much energy that flowed through her only seem to draw him in more. He pulled his journal out from his trunk, Harry handed Hermione the journal and then opened the portal door to her room, he didn't quite know how he managed to create the door to her room considering he had never seen it. But in his quick glimpse he looked very much like what a room of a woman of Hermione's caliber would look like. Elegant, yet classy filled with various books and other objects she had picked up over the years. Pictures lined the flowery pattern walls, with a single window on the far corner with a desk underneath, much like his.

"Promise me that you'll come see me tonight." Hermione asked.

"I promise." With that Harry lead Hermione by the hand and through the door before he closed it. It was just at that moment his door opened and a over large dog bounded over to him. Now he had wished he hadn't sent Hermione off, it was going to be a long afternoon.

Day 25

I can't exactly remember how far I've traveled in such time,it's been all much of a blur to me. I finally found some what of a location to where Sirius might be using a locating spell. It seems that spell works very much like in our own world. Plus or minus a few things, the locating spell pointed me a westerly direction. My guess is that I'm very far away considering how faint my tip of my wand glows. Still there isn't any sign of life out here and its making me wonder how long I'll have to go. I am quite surprised at myself on how well I've adapted some of the spells in the few other books I've picked up. There ancient in writing, and unfortunately not many of them make any sense to me what so ever. I wish Hermione was here with him, she would know how to handle this. Of course I can almost feel that she would be hounding me about the use of these forbidden books. (Hermione smiled, at least he was thinking of these things, she thought and then continued to read.) I have gotten pretty good at conjuring food and drink, at the moment it seems to always be some biscuits and juice, I don't really know how to change the form yet or the taste. It's not quite the same as the real stuff but it is food and it does keep me going. I haven't put much thought into the side effects of eating magically conjured food. Considering that it is from my own magic, so it's kinda like eating my own magic?

I wonder sometimes to myself why I keep writing in his journal. I wonder why I keep on moving to find Sirius. I guess this is what it's meant to be, a test of my faith? Do I even have a faith? Do I believe in god and do I believe in the devil? I suppose I never really toppled such a subject. I wonder if Hermione believes in such things? How about Ron? I'll have to ask them when I get back, if I get back. It does seem a bit.. I don't know, I don't know what I'm talking about anyways. Even though I've seen demons and angels, it.. it's just a bit over whelming to even think that where I am at now is hardly my expectations of what heaven could be like. I do have to say that this can't be heaven, at least not from what I've been told. There is no white pearly gates, or endless and absolute happiness. This has to be hell. I don't know really, I'm to exhausted to think more on this topic right now.

~ Harry James Potter

Hermione read the entry, it was short and to the point. She did wonder why Harry hadn't given up he could have easily given into his the fact he was lost and had already experienced many days without any contact with any species. She enjoyed Harry's sketches, she didn't think he knew how to draw. But his sketches provide her with even more details about his journey and about who he was. She could almost imagine with the demon and angel looked like and the various plants and terrain looked like in the other world. She was even more surprised to read about his magical progression, no longer did he need the use of glasses because he had fixed it with a spell he had learned from the books that he found just casually dumped on the side of the road. It wasn't safe, she knew that Harry knew that, but he had to do it to complete his journey. She continued to read on, not stopping once and even read reading parts of his diary when it came to a particularly complicated spell he was trying to organize for the first time. She had never considered how much Harry had to try when it came to learning new spells, but she also noted that when he did accomplish it, he never forgot how to do it and quickly assimilated it into his system and how efficiently he used it. To her it was all natural, she had only need to read it and her mind automatically worked with it, organized it, and produced it.

Day 75

I swear if I have to hear that woman one more time I'm going to kill her myself! It was only two days ago I met up with the one and only Alice Tiberius-Murk, I didn't even know she had been killed that night. Of course it didn't go over well when I told her that, I knew she was holding herself back from killing me. But she's always been like that, I guess our relationship had always been.. interesting to say the least. She had told me she had seen me come through the gate but I had taken off so fast that she couldn't catch up, and then she had to deal with the Angel guarding the gate. I guess souls aren't allowed to come any where near the gate. She said she knew I had stepped through the gate because of her blood, and it was her blood that was protecting me from the others. There was a lot to this world that I don't quite understand yet. Living beings like myself and Sirius are not allowed to be here, the veil is kinda like a back door to the realm of the dead. It was never supposed to be produced and once god and the devil knew about such a creation (which kinda surprises me that god, the one we say is all knowing did not know that the veil had been produced.) that they placed one demon and one angel to guard it. She also told me that we had to hurry to get to Sirius, the longer he stayed without protection then he would have to remain here for the rest of eternity. That's just what I needed, to know that now I had a time limit to get my godfather back.

If it's one thing that will always get me about that woman is how she can be endlessly curious about everything no matter how small or how simple the object or creature is. She's like a child in a candy shop! She reminds me of Mi, though Mi isn't quite annoy as Alice and far more prettier.. Where did that come from. (Harry scratched some notes out, barely readable to Hermione who was disappointed that she couldn't read more of what it had to say. )

Confusing woman she is. You'd think after two thousand years of her existing on earth nothing more could be fascinating. But no, as she put it into her own words there is nothing more amazing then the fact that there is no one definite answer to the world's greatest question, why do we live? And then it struck me from there, that I had no answer to that question. Every now and then I've asked myself what is the meaning of life but this is something entirely different. Dam her. (Hermione could almost see Harry's face, bunch up like a child who didn't get what he wanted, she giggled at the thought.)

Two days and I'm already sick of her, well not really but still, we can not just get to our destination get Sirius and then get back out of this hell hole. No everything is question this question that, like why is the sky always a setting sun, or why does this place smell like brimstone and sulfur, or why do angels look like they don't care about anything. And demons resemble more of a human then angels. I ought to hex her tomorrow when she's not paying attention and in her own world. But I don't know that without her I won't be able to find my way out of this place. It's crazy to think that not to long ago that we were sitting down at the La Luna cafe just on the outskirts of Hogsmeade talking about the most mundane things. And now, here we are crossing planes that oddly resemble the Sahara desert, except that it's all rock and not sand and it isn't hot just..well the weather never changes here, it's still the same exact temperature. Not to hot, not to cold...

When will this journey end, every day is like taking another dose of poison, I can't even begin to imagine to tell my friends this, how can I tell Hermione how I feel about her? I don't think I'm brave enough to ask, I don't think she feels that way about me one bit, but the more and more I'm here the more and more I realize that I've always fancied her, she's pretty in her own way, yes, not like your super models you find in those magazines that Ron and Dean had showed me. No she's more real, and that's all one can ask for right? To see the real her, no make-up, no glamor, no deception. Ah, What are am I talking about. She probably doesn't feel the same way, somehow I almost feel like Ron and Her will get together soon, they do say opposites attract right? Well there are so far opposite that they should have been together by now.

~ Harry James Potter.