Draco woke up slowly that morning. Idiot, Potter, he thought over and over. He was in Harry's bed, he had fallen asleep next to him. He recalled the blissful feeling it left in his stomach, all the way down to his toes.

He rubbed his eyes and looked to the side and found that Harry was still there. The spell hadn't worked.

"Get up you great git, your plan was a bust." He threw a pillow at him.

"Ow-who-Malfoy?" Harry sat up in bed, taking his glasses off and rubbed his eyes roughly.

Didn't Harry take his glasses off last night?

"Where am I and why the bloody hell am I sleeping next to you?" He asked Draco, disturbed and exhausted.

"Fuck." Draco pulled his hair, eyes wide. "Fuck, I didn't think another Harry would show up!"

"What are you on about?"

Draco jumped on the bed and crouched in front of the imposter. He got really close to his face and saw small wrinkles and bits of graying hair. This wasn't Harry, not his Harry. He looked much older, even more handsome than he already was.

"We need to see Hermione, there's been an incident." He managed to spit out, throwing on a pair of Harry's jeans and a sweatshirt. He threw clean clothing at the imposter-Harry as well, anxiously waiting for him to obey the order.

"Where are my kids?" He asked sternly, almost aggressively.

"Kids? Oh bollocks. They're er- with Hermione. Let's go get them." Draco lied through his teeth.

~*~HPDM~*~

Harry began to regain consciousness once more and felt excitement boil in his stomach. He was home. Only, not exactly. As he put his glasses on, he realized he was in parents old home in Godrics Hollow. He had recognized it from Severus Snape's memories. It was in mint condition and the atmosphere had an energy to it that definitely told him someone was living there.

He wasn't home. Anxiety filled his body. He only meant to travel once, why wasn't he home? Would he ever see home again? The only thing he thought of to do, was find his cloak and do what he did last time. Look around and wait three days.

As he threw the cloak over himself, he realized the room must be Potter's. He also couldn't be very old because the room felt a little juvenile. Quidditch posters hanging on every wall, quidditch gear laying on the floor, and upon further examining, he found a photo of him graduating Hogwarts - something he never did.

At that moment, a snowy owl burst into the window with a letter. It was Hedwig. His eyes watered at the sight of the magnificent owl, but he kept his cool and watched her drop the letter on his desk and fly away. He took the cloak off and unrolled the letter.

It was from his parents. His knees got weak and he sat on the bed, which was thankfully right behind him. Tears swelled up in his eyes and they were streaming down his face silently and he couldn't stop it. His parents were alive in this universe. They were really alive.

Sirius must have never switched secret keeper with Peter. Was Sirius alive as well?

He began to rummage through all of Potter's books and managed to find a scrap book made by his mother. The first few pages were photos of him growing up with his parents, all ages. They raised him. There was another child in the photos, they must have had another baby after Harry. They had lived full lives and it broke Harry's heart. He had never felt jealously in this way before.

He found more graduation photos, one with him and Sirius. He hadn't died either. There was one more graduation photo, him with another boy that looked a lot like Sirius. Sirius had a son? Was he Potter's best friend? Not Ron? He was hoping for something similiar in this world to make him feel at home, but so far he was more out of place than he imagined.

After all the photos, he found newspaper clippings. They were all of Harry and Voldemort. He was dead and gone forever. His parents must have helped him through everything. He was praised and never hated on in the papers.

"Harry-" A beautiful girl walked into his bedroom without warning, "Oh- why are you looking through that old thing?"

"Er- j-just putting this graduation photo in it to finish it." He came up with on the spot.

"Oh, you should put that one on the cover," She suggested.

She was short, slender, her hair was so long that it reached her hips. It was raven black, just like his. Her eyes were strange, one was light brown and one was dark brown.

He didn't even know her name but this girl was his sister. He couldn't help but stare at her. She looked a little bit like Marcelline, who looked like Lily. It was almost like seeing Marcelline all grown up.

"Mum and dad wrote to you?" She asked, taking the letter. "Oh they'll be home early? So much for that party we were going to have, I'll have to tell Alekzander not to invite everyone." She sighed.

"Not to invite everyone where?" Lily had appeared in the doorway to the bedroom.

Harry was so overwhelmed, he couldn't help but get up and walk over to hug her. He thought he might crush her.

"Goodness sweetheart, we missed you too. We were only in America for a few days." She laughed lightly but accepted the hug from her son.

"Never mind," The girl said, "How was your trip?"

"Splendid. Now, Charlotte. Not invite everyone where?" She pushed on, like any mother would.

"Alekzander and I were planning a graduation get-together for his and Harry's big day last week." She admitted.

"Graduation party? Why hadn't we thought of that, darling?" James piped in, behind the girls.

"Dad-" Harry made his way behind his mother and hugged James just as tightly has he hugged his mother. This was the first time he had truly hugged either of them, he felt truly blessed to have landed in this universe – even if it meant stealing it from Potter. After an entire life of heartache, loneliness, and longing, the universe had finally given him a glimpse of happiness.

"Really?" Charlotte choked, "I'll go fire-call Alekz!"

"She's grown rather fond of him, don't you think?" James frowned, looking protective.

"He's Sirius' son, dear. What better man could we ask for, for our daughter?"

He seemed to agree in his mind but didn't say it outloud.

"Go with Charlie, I'm sure they'll want to send invitations."

He hugged them both each once more. "I love you both more than you'll ever know."

~*~*HPDM~*~*

Harry quickly found that he really liked Alekzander. Seeing James and Sirius together was like seeing a mirror of he and Ron back in his universe. And being in this universe, he realized that Potter and Alekzander were just the same.

Alekz was much like Ron, but had a stronger personality. He was a natural born fighter. Harry would call him rebellious, but he had nothing to rebel against because Sirius didn't seem to say no to anything. He had the same dark handsome look as Sirius, black hair and grey silver eyes. Charlotte had clearly noticed.

He reminded Harry a lot of the Weasley twins; mischevious, but had an arrogant attitude. But it wasn't unlikable, in fact Harry had found him extremely funny and witty. Even if they weren't brought together by their families, Harry would have chosen to be his friend.

Alekz had stopped by to make an invitation list with Harry and Charlotte. Harry realized he didn't know whom Potter was friends with and let Alekz write down the entire list. He nugged Harry and wrote down a name at the top of the list, winking. It was Hermione Granger.

"Figure you'll want to invite this one," Alekz teased.

Was Potter and Hermione a couple?

"Invite which one?" Charlotte piped up, "Oh, you mean Hermione? Definitely." She grinned, "You know when Harry asked to see her this Summer she blushed and said yes."

Harry felt himself blush and hoped to Merlin they didn't notice. He had no idea what Hermione and Ron's lives were like in this life, he just hoped he hadn't stole Hermione away from him. He was very relieved when they chose a date for the party and it just so happened to be after he was back home.

Potter deserved to experience his own graduation party, and to court Hermione.

He could see them together, even though he only thought of her as a sister. As a saviour that was praised in this world, he assumed girls actually liked Potter. Hermione was easily top choice as she was the most intelligent in her year and she was absolutely stunning when she worked on her bushy hair.

Despite taking a liking to Alekz, he was happy to see he made his way back home when the invitation list was complete so he could spend time with Potter's parents. He decided to just sit back and watch them and what they did in a normal day. They were so madly in love, he had only ever seen them together in pictures and they didn't do them justice. He had never seen two people more passionate for one another.

After a long day, he finally let his parents go to sleep and made his way up to his bedroom. He grabbed an empty journal and threw himself onto the bed and sunk right in. Even the bed was perfect there.

He laid there for a moment, pondering the events of the day, until it hit him. His eyes widened and he bolted from his bed to his pouch. He had to write to Marcelline. Did Potter make it back?

As he made it to his bag, his heart was beating at incredible speeds. He opened the diary and went to write in it, but saw that there was already two letters inside.

The first was from Marcelline:

"Harry, my papa is home! I am very happy. I hope you are back home now."

And the second was from Potter himself.

"I don't know what to call you, but Draco called me Harrison for three days so that's what I'm going to call you. Harrison, I want to thank you for taking care of my children while I was gone. I admit I was furious when I found out what you did. I was afraid I'd never see my family again. Now that I'm home, I understand why you did it. I wanted to give you some advice from an older version of yourself... Do what your heart knows. Your heart knows what you want, just let it tell you. I didn't listen to it. I knew Ginny wasn't for me, but I didn't care and the universe taught me a lesson. I hope you find happiness and I hope you'll write to Marcelline once in a while, she's grown fond of you. Write to me when you've figured your life out. -Harry"

Harry couldn't believe it. He was astonished. Potter had written to him, the thought had never occured to him that he could talk to him. He wished Hermione had given him more than one diary. He wished he could leave one here at his parents home, so he could keep in contact with him. But, he thought it would be worse than having the Mirror or Erised.

He wrote a reply, mentioning he hadn't made it back yet. He decided to swallow any pride he had left and to ask Potter to tell Hermione he shifted once more to another universe. Maybe she had advice for him.

He found an empty journal and started writing everything that happened that day like a diary.

He wrote:

"Today was... I met my mother and father. I have a sister. Sirius is alive and his son is my best mate."

He scribbled down all of that he knew of Charlotte and Alekzander. His best mate had a thing for his sister, he could tell. Just like Harry had had with Ron and Ginny. He couldn't help but find it ironic.

He had snuck a few photographs from the photo album he found and stored them in his diary. He felt guilty to do it but Potter had this family every day, he only had three.

He felt sleep catching up with him. He let himself drift off, waiting for a new day.

~*~*~HPDM~*~*~

When the sun was shining through the window, waking him up hours later, he woke up with a smile on his face. He felt a lump beside him and saw that Charlotte was sleeping next to him.

"Sorry," She said sleepily, "Had a bad dream about you and Voldemort, had to make sure you were okay." She whispered. If he had just graduated Hogwarts, the defeat of Voldemort must have been recent.

He saw the expression on her face and he could feel the energy her body gave off. The battle between him and Voldemort must have really damaged her emotionally.

"What are we doing today?" Harry asked her sleepily.

"Alekzander wants to come over to practice for your entrance tests for Quidditch Academy."

"Oh, right." Harry nodded. Quidditch Academy? The one thing Harry truly loved, why hadn't he thought of doing that instead of being an Auror?

"Alekz kissed me before leaving yesterday afternoon," She blurted out nervously, "He wanted to tell you man-to-man but I can't hide it from you..."

"I'm happy for you," Harry smiled, "I could tell you were playing footsies yesterday," He winked, making her blush and get up from the bed.

"Prat," She grinned, "So you'd be okay with us?" She asked him seriously.

"He's a really good guy, just as long as I don't lose my best mate, I don't mind." He was able to answer this easily, he knew how Ron had felt about him and Ginny. He assumed Potter will have a man-to-man talk with Alekzander when he returned. Harry made a mental note to leave a note on his pillow about Charlotte's confession, and an apology for taking his life for a weekend.

Charlotte left to have a morning shower, so Harry took the opportunity to read his diary linked with Celine. Hermione had written back, suggested that Harry would continue to travel until he found a universe he's meant to find. One that'll show him true happiness that can happen in his own world.

He realized he would most likely travel again, then. Nothing from this world is possible, everyone there was either dead or didn't exist. He felt a pang of sadness at that, but had to ignore it. He couldn't change things.

He wondered if his Hermione knew the plan by now, surely seeing a different Harry would cause Draco to spill their plan to her. He didn't care anymore at that point, as long as he gets home at the end of this journey to happiness.

~*~*HPDM~*~*

"We have to tell the Weasley's."

"I know," Draco admitted defeat. Another Harry had shown up. A much younger Harry.

"I wonder how Harry is handling this Harry's life." Hermione finally said out loud. He was thinking it, she was thinking it, neither of them wanted to really discuss it.

Draco just nodded. This Harry had parents, a sister, a good life. What if Harry comes back depressed, destroyed, jealous of all the lives better than his. Hermione must have been thinking the same.

"Well, I'll send the owl for them to meet us here." She said quietly.

An hour passed, and suddenly the home of Harry was filled with redheads.

"What is it, Hermione?" Mrs. Weasley asked straight away, "Is Harry okay?"

"There's been an incident." Draco starts. He explains the spell that they created, Hermione adding in how impressive it was, to calm anyone that was worried about the spell killing him. He explains the spell, the first imposter-Harry, and then the second.

The imposter-Harry that was from the world Harry was currently in, was at Godrics Hollow, visiting the grave-site. It gave them all time to come together and discuss Harry's absense. He looked deeply disturbed by the story of what happened to James and Lily, and even Harry.

Having to tell an 18 year old Harry that his parents in this world were dead, his godfather was dead, his best friend didn't exist, nor did his sister, was the most depressing thing Draco and Hermione had to do.

"He's travelled twice now, we don't know when he'll return," Hermione finished, "We wanted to tell you, because it's been five days now."

"So when Harry comes back, he'll love me again?" Ginny looked as happy as she had in months. "He travelled to see what our life will be like together?" She looked dreamily at Hermione.

Neither Draco nor Hermione answered this truthfully. They both knew the life Harry had been in for three days, as imposter-Harry had told them all about his life.

Draco said goodnight to the group and let them talk amongst themselves without him. He was still the odd man out in the family of Weasley's and went to Harry's bedroom. He decided to wait for him to get back, he would stay in his bedroom waiting.

~*~HPDM~*~

On the third day of this dream world, Harry was ready to leave. He knew he couldn't stay, no matter how much he wished he could go back again one day. He'd never risk it.

He spent the day asking his parents questions Potter already knew, but his parents seemed to love answering their love stories all over again. He brought up Severus to his mother when his father wasn't around. She was still in contact with him, as he turned over to the good side the night Voldemort tried to find and kill the Potter family.

He also realized that Charlotte and Potter must be incredibly close siblings. She was so attached and bonded to him, he wished he really had her as a sister in his real life. Hermione was close enough to a sister, though.

As the sun was setting, he felt depressed. He had to say goodbye to his parents. They weren't his parents, but they were, somehow. They were the closest he'd ever been to having them. He couldn't believe how much he could love them.

They told his story of how he defeated Voldemort, which was similar to what really happened.

Sirius had changed secret keeper with Peter afterall, which is why Voldemort still tried to kill Potter as an infant. The only difference was that it wasn't his mother Voldemort killed that night, it was his grandmother. She had been alive and taking care of Potter that night, he murdered his grandmother as she stood in his way and her love for Potter had been just as strong as his mothers was for Harry.

The spell had rebounded and killed Voldemort the same way in his life. He rose in fourth year, but all of his Horcruxes were destroyed by Dumbledore, Severus, and James. Voldemort had been in hiding for years. He was never as powerful as he had been, until they faced one another.

Potter had sacrificed himself before the end of his 7th year, knowing what had to be done. The horcrux was killed inside him, and Potter had finished him off.

He was glad to know a different version of the story. Apparently he was the Chosen One in every universe.

"Charlotte?" Harry knocked on her bedroom door and showed himself in.

She was writing a letter but happily stopped to say goodnight to him.

"Just wanted to say goodnight..." He said awkwardly. He didn't want to make it obvious that something was off, but he knew he'd miss her just as much as he missed Marcelline already.

"I can't believe I have to go to Hogwarts without you this year." Charlotte frowned, "I'm not sure if I can manage it." She admitted.

"We can talk about it tomorrow," Harry told her. He wanted Potter to have that conversation with her. Maybe he would suggest she not go back for her last year. Fred and George hadn't finished either.

Harry kissed her on the forehead and looked in her odd coloured eyes one last time before he headed back to his bedroom.