A Blank Dimension: August 3rd 1995

"Damn it all!" Lila exclaimed, throwing her quill down in frustration. "Who ever heard of a boggart!"

Harry was in the hall when he heard this yell. The word Boggart sent a slight chill down his spine, remembering exactly what his Boggart turned into. Harr had found his Firebolt, well at least a Firebolt, and was going toward the Quidditch pitch when her heard her.

'This must be Lila, or some other little sister that was neglected to be mentioned' Harry thought to himself.

"Doing your summer homework?" Harry asked, pausing outside her door.

"Yes, not that it's any of your business," Lila snapped. He was starting to wonder what her real brother did to her to make her act like this.

"Do you want any help?" Harry offered, making Lila glare at him suspiciously.

"Why? So you can give me the wrong answer and laugh at me when my essay gets marked wrong?"

"No, of course not," Harry protested, feeling a bit put out by the accusation. "Why would I do that?"

"No reason. Hasn't stopped you from doing it before," Lila muttered bitterly.

With a slight frown, Harry stepped into her room, which was much like his, but extremely neat and organized, and decorated in pale pink and cream.

"If I did, I apologize," he said sincerely. "Really, would you like some help?"

Still wary of her brother's unusual attitude, Lila pushed her book at him. "I'm supposed to write an essay on boggarts and how you defeat them, but I can't find them in the textbook."

"Hmm…boggarts like to live in dark enclosed places, like wardrobes," Harry recited, trying to remember Professor Lupin's lesson. "They take the shape of whatever you fear most. The way to defeat a boggart is by laughing. You use the spell 'Riddikulus,' while mentally turning your worst fear into something funny. The spell will change it physically, and it will make you laugh, which in turns destroys the boggart. Ahh, here's the page you were looking for."

Lila was shocked at how much Harry knew. Taking back her textbook, she saw that he had found the chapter on boggarts for her and was now leafing through another book.

"Here; this book has a little bit about boggarts too, if you need more information," he suggested, laying it open on her desk. "Is that enough?"

"Ye-yeah," she stammered in surprise. "Th-thanks."

"No problem," Harry replied cheerfully. "Hey, I'm going down to the Quidditch pitch for a fly. Want to come with me?"

By now, Lila was sure that Harry a) had gone completely insane, b) was a Polyjuiced imposter, c) needed something from her, or d) was teasing her.

"Why are you being so nice to me?" she demanded.

"I'm your brother; isn't that enough?" Harry answered, furrowing his brow. "Um…so you want to come or not?"

"Uh, okay," Lila agreed, picking up her Nimbus Two Thousand and One. Although she didn't like flying, she figured that if he was setting up a trap for her, it was better to get it over with. Still, it was odd that Harry would ask her such a thing, knowing her opinion of Quidditch.

The siblings walked to the Quidditch pitch in a rather awkward silence. Once there, Harry kicked off in a flash, soaring above the golden hoops with a shout of joy. From her position on the ground, Lila could see the pure exhilaration on his face, which puzzled her. She didn't remember ever seeing him so happy about flying, especially since he did it almost every day. He looked like a kid who just got candy for the first time in a year.

"Aren't you coming up?" Harry called down.

Gulping as she recalled just how unskilled she was on a broom, Lila mounted and started to fly, though not very well.

Harry flew back easily and watched her for a moment, but instead of laughing at her, as she had expected, he merely commented, "There's no need to grip the handle that hard. Relax a little. You might want to move your hands a couple inches, too."

Cautiously, Lila followed his advice and was amazed to find that she was not wobbling quite as much now.

"There you go! Now lean forward a bit." Harry praised. Lila did so and zoomed forward a couple of feet. Startled, she sat up strait once again. Harry flew over to where she was.

"Not, so far. You've got a high class broom there. You don't need that much for exceleration. Now here, move your chin so it's touching my hand." He said, and moved his arm a couple inches forward, toward the handle of the broom. Lila hesitantly leaned forward. To her surprise, she didn't rocket as she did before, but glide gracefully.

"Good! Now you've got it!" Harry said with a smile on his face. He looked, proud, although not the usual pride he got whenever someone fawned over him. He looked proud of her.

A few more tips from Harry, and Lila was flying fairly well, for the first time in her life. "Whoohoo!" she cried as the breeze whipped her hair back. Now she could see why her father and brother loved Quidditch.

Two hours later, the windswept siblings headed back inside the house. Lila had forgotten her earlier suspicions in the elation of the moment. Thinking over how Harry had suddenly became much nicer, she gathered up the courage to ask him for some aid.

"Harry?"

"Yes?"

"Can you- could- do you think you could help me with something?"

"Sure," Harry agreed. "What do you need?"

"Well…I was going to give Dad a- a painting that I made…for his birthday, you know…and I need someone to apply the final sealing charm," Lila explained shyly. "I would ask Mum, but she's really busy right now and all…"

"I wouldn't mind, but won't the Ministry get me for underage magic?"

"The Ministry hasn't monitored your wand since you bought it," Lila said, perplexed. "Why would they ever suspect the Boy-Who-Lived?"

"Oh…okay then…oh no! I haven't got a present for Dad!"

"Harry…you've never given Dad a birthday present. Why would you need to? You're his favorite and it's not like you care anyway…"

Freezing at her words, Harry stared at the carpet and thought about it. "I didn't realize…that…it was that bad…" he mumbled uncertainly. 'What's going on? If this is Voldemort's doing, he must be crazy! This makes no sense!'

And then it clicked. "I'm in the wrong place."

"What?" Lila asked.

"I'm in the wrong place, he repeated. Something happened, and I'm not sure what, but I got put here."

"Your making no sense," Lila said, eying her brother as if she thought he was mental.

"When I woke up this morning, Mum was here. She's not usually here. I mean it's Aunt Petunia who's usually here." Harry explained, although more to himself then to Lila.

"The Muggle? Mum hates them," Lila said, "When have you ever met her?"

"And I thought this was a dream. But it's not, I realize that now. Then I thought Voldemort might have done something, loured me into a trap. But if I was in a trap, why would he make it so that I'm so spoiled and mean. He would never. He couldn't care less about the details, well at least not the tiny stuff. And it it was his doing, then he's completely off his rocker. Well at least more so than I thought. But it's not him! It all makes sense now!" he said excitedly.

"Harry what makes sense? Certainly not you! You've gone mental!" Lila near shouted, "Please tell me whats going on,"

Harry turned to her, with a slightly awed and shocked voice.

"I'm in an alternate universe!"