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Chapter 1

It all felt the same and different. I was still in the dental office, with the same beige colored walls, soothing music, and mini waterfall. But now I was alone in the office. There were no wizards or witches out to get me. No receptionist calling the police. In fact there was no receptionist at all. The lights were off an I assumed that the sign on the door read something along the lines of 'Out for Lunch'.

I was also different. I was still standing in the center of the room, but as I looked into the glass wall reflecting my image I new that nothing was the same. I wore the round glasses that I had had on my first day of Hogwarts and I was in white pajamas like muggle hospitals gave out. Instead of my wand and Twilight, I clutched in my hands a knobby stick and an empty red journal.

Maybe I fell asleep and my friend left me here. I knew that it didn't explain my wardrobe or the fact that I was alive, but I refused to think of the alternatives. Even if I did think of the alternatives I don't think I would get close to a real explanation.

Either way, I had to get out of the hospital garb. Spinning on my feet I apparated to my apartment, but it wasn't my apartment. At least I hoped that it wasn't my apartment. Where once had been a spacious open floor design with all the modern comforts was now a small dark hallway with a row of red doors on either side.

I must have made a mistake, but in the last year I had only made one mistake. That time I could blame Ron and Neville. Not my fault they challenged me to a drinking game and then dared me to appareate to Mexico for some more tequila. Point is I never made mistakes sober.

I took the elevator to the London street to make sure that I hade the right address. Amazingly it was the right address and the correct floor, but it wasn't my apartment anymore. Everything looked the same. The same bakery across the street and the same hobo begging for change on the corner. It was all the same, but completely different.

People were starting to stare at me so I had to move. I want back into my – well it used to be – building and apparated to the one place I knew would always be there for me, the Burrow. The Weasley's were my foundation and my family. I knew I could depend on them.

Except not today. It was like I walked into and exact replica of Privet Dr. The only difference was that most of the houses here were painted light blue instead of off white. I was standing on the lawn of #12 where the Burrow should be. And across the street #1 had replaced the house Ron and Hermione had moved into.

This was so wrong. Again I wondered If I had made a mistake, but I saw an old willow tree in the backyard of #14 that I was sure was the old willow that used to be behind the Burrow.

I wasn't wrong. The world was wrong.

I had already resigned myself to never have anything make sense again when I saw my last ray of hope. Hogwarts. It would always be there for me. It hadn't changed in more than 500 years, no reason for it to change when the world didn't make sense.

When I appeared in the empty field that should be Hogwarts I wasn't really surprised. Everything that I knew everything that I thought to be true was gone like it never existed. Maybe I was in an alternate universe where magic didn't exist. If that was true than I knew where to find the most none magic part of my entire life. Something so normal it would fit in perfectly with this new normal world. The Dursleys.

Number 4 Privet Dr. was just how I remembered it and it sickened me. There was a car in the driveway, but it wasn't Uncle Vernon's old car. It was a Police cruiser. The car made me wary, so I crept up to the side window next so I could see into the living room.

Nothing had changed since I moved away. The same bland colors with the same overpriced furniture. Miraculously Aunt Petunia was there, pouring tea into three cup. Two police men sat on the couch as if they had done it countless times before.

"Thank you Petunia," said the first officer. He was a bit short, but looked physically fit. If the casual nature of the greeting was anything to go by, these two had been here many times before.

The second Police officer was tall and lanky with tuffs of blond hair sticking up from under his hat.

"It's my pleasure Daniel," Petunia said to the short one, "if you come over more often we could make this a weekly thing."

I couldn't see Daniels face, but it seemed like he found that amusing. Why would a police officer have to come over almost once a week. Especially to my Aunt Petunia's house.

"As you can guess," Daniel began, "your nephew, Potter escaped again."

What!? Where did I escape from? Where was I that I needed to escape?

"Didn't expect anything less," said Petunia, "you would think that the doctors would keep a closer eye on him after the 100th time this happened."

Wow, I guess I am a Houdini.

"No," said Daniel in a joking manner, "I think this is only number 94. Either way, you know that your nephew is an oddity. They put him in solitary with a guard outside his room around the clock and he still manages to get out somehow. At least it seems to be a game for him. Like hide and go seek. Run away and see how long it will take us to find him."

"Yes," said Petunia, "it's a game until he decides to kill someone else."

Kill? I killed someone?

"Yes, that was most unfortunate. Who would have thought that he could become violent? He has always been so sweet when we bring him back to the hospital. How have you and your son been doing? It's been almost two years since your husband was, umm, murdered."

"Were doing well, I suppose. Dudley is working now and doing well."

So I killed my Uncle. In my world he died of a heart attack. Then again, it sounds like I was in an insane asylum. Maybe there is no my world and this world. Maybe this is the real world. That can't be true. I would have remembered something about this world if it were true. Also I could still do magic. Maybe I was in a comma or something and this is just a really vivid dream.

Whatever the answer turns out to be I knew that I couldn't stay in Britain. Well, if I was on the run and in a dream I might as well make the most of it. I would travel the world. I had always wanted to see more than just Britain or Scotland.

I would start in Paris. It was the only city I had ever seen that was not in Scotland or Britain. I only got to see the it from the inside of a hotel room. Hermione had decided to have her wedding in a hotel near the Eiffel Tower. It was a nice view, but not like really seeing it. So I would start in France go to Italy and then make my way to Germany. If I didn't get caught first. Then again if I did I could always escape again.

I stole some clothes that were hanging to dry from #6 and apparated to the field that used to be Hogwarts for a good nights sleep before starting my next great adventure.