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Chapter 2

Home sweet Home

Harry was falling, falling, and drifting through the misty material that made the veil. He turned his head to look at his moving surroundings. He could see nothing but purple mist, illuminated by a light source he could not find. There was not a single surface he could see, much less touch. There seemed to be some type of gravity making him sink, though. He stood up on the air, and looked around. His body was in a fresh black robe, without any of his weapons or wand.

"Where am I?" He thought to himself. Was this death, and if not, then where was he?

He walked around, trying to look through the purple mist that surrounded him. He tread in a circle, looking for something, anything. He began to despair as the adrenalin from the fight slowly disappeared, and he couldn't see anything. He shouted out experimentally.

"Hello?" Nothing. Harry began to despair.

With nothing to lose, Harry started walking towards a random direction. The mist parted to him, and he kept walking towards a single direction, desperate to get out of this place.

He kept walking, despite his growing hopelessness. He kept walking, thinking of where he was, and hoping that Neville and Luna were okay.

He walked, jogged, ran in that one direction for what seemed like hours. His hope was almost completely gone. The lack of thirst and hunger that he felt made him suspicious of the reality of where he was. But still, he told himself, there was nothing if he couldn't get out of the place. The most he could do was to keep walking in a seemingly endless direction.

"No! I won't give up!" he shouted defiantly.

Harry started sprinting, running as fast as he could in the direction. He kept his pace, even when sweating profusely, determined to get out of the wretched place.

He was extremely confused at the veil. He'd expected an easy route to death, to meet his grandparents in the afterlife, but instead he gotten into this weird place. The purple smoke curled around him as he passed, obscuring his sight and bringing color to the blackness of this void.

When will he ever get out of this place?

Harry saw a light.

Through his blurry, tired eyes, he could see a source of light. Light!

Increasing the pace of his walk, he squinted towards the light excitedly. A discovery, a miracle! He was saved from this miserable place! The hope that rose immediately in his chest was so great that he had a hard time calming himself with the Occlumency he learned this year.

He hurried towards the source. As the light got bigger and brighter as he approached, he realized that it was no light bulb or torch; It was a door!

Harry gaped at the door. Being the observant Ravenclaw, he examined the space around it, checking for more doors. The white doorway in front of him seemed to have no rim; it was like a hole in reality.

The white light pouring from it was blinding, consuming. He made the choice instantly. Shielding his eyes, he jumped through the door, into the light.

Nothingness...

A point of light...

Getting larger and larger...

Falling in...

His heavy body rolled out onto the floor, tumbling down the pedestal. Harry's limp body just lied there for a minute. Then, Harry sat up, groaning, and checked himself, before looking around him. He recognized the room instantly.

He was in the death chamber again.

Harry got up instantly, shocked to his senses. He could see that this room was identical to the one he came from, but without the scorch marks of the battle that had taken place.

There was two explanations possible. Both were crazy, but with magic, anything was possible.

One; the veil had sent him backwards or forwards in time.

or Two; he was in an alternate dimension.

Harry had heard of Alternate Dimensions before. He had done some research on it, being a Ravenclaw, but it was just theory, and no one had ever traveled to one. Was it possible?

The veil was used as an execution device for a long time. None of the executed ever came back, so there wasn't a chance of time travel.

Which brought him to a question. Was he unique, traveling to another universe? The history books never told of anyone coming from the veil, so did that meant no one ever came to that universe?

Harry needed to know more. He found out he still had all his stuff on him, and in his pockets. Time to get outta here.

The Unspeakable on monitor duty was named Birdeye; he was good at picking up on unusual things, unusual sights or conspicuous activity.

He was currently tinkering with a proto-type magical-activity sensor when the sensors near the death chamber were activated. Fluctuating levels of magical activity were detected. Birdeye instantly stopped tinkering, setting his toy aside, and activated a camera near the place. What he saw amazed him.

The veil was pulsating, the dark surface was glowing, throbbing. Suddenly, a figure emerged from it, what Birdeye saw as a boy, about old enough to be in his fifth year at Hogwarts. The boy's body just lied there, and for a second, Birdeye thought he was dead. He was saddened, as he would have jumped on the chance to interrogate the trespasser for information.

He was proven wrong a few seconds later, when the boy gave a little moan and sat up. Birdeye decided to watch, rather than call in the security to arrest the boy. He was curious.

He was startled out of his chair when the 'boy' as he dubbed him now pulled out a high level explosive from his pocket. Birdeye recognized the Chinese explosive from the casing. All the cameras and sensors went into overload another few seconds later, as the firework exploded, flooding the systems of sensors. Evidently the stranger was making an escape!

"Intruder in the death room! Armed with high-level explosives, capture him alive! Code Yellow!" Birdeye frantically shouted into his enchanted mirror-intercom to the guards. They should be on the scene in no time. "I repeat, intruder in the death chamber!"

Harry was free.

He had no money; true, but his Trace was only registered in another dimension, his wand unregistered with the ministry here. For most purposes, he didn't exist.

Harry was outside, right by the phone booth, one of the entrances to the ministry.

He took out his moleskin pouch; inside, there was his emergency stash of galleons. His escape from the ministry was a tricky one, he barely made it out. He needed some where to sleep, to think.

Harry held out his hand.

The knight bus appeared with a bang, almost running down a toddler who was riding a bike down the street. The knight bus was triple-decked, and Harry could see the beds inside.

Stan Shunpike the conductor jumped outside, and began his familiar speech.

"Welcome to the Knight Bus, emergency transport for the stranded witch or wizard just stick out your wand hand, step on board, and we can take you anywhere you want to go. My name is Stan Shunpike, and I will be your conductor this eve." Harry stuffed some galleons into his hand.

"Get me to Potter Manor, plus hot chocolate please. I'm... James Emerson." The man saluted, and went back on the bus. Harry quickly sat down on one of the beds. He was so tired...

"Take'er away, Ernie." The driver grinned and started the bus. It suddenly jumped like a hundred miles per second, and in no time at all Harry was at the doorway of his old home.

Harry had expected lights, laughter and pranks everywhere, especially where James Potter lived, but the manor was empty. He thanked Stan, and got off. Harry felt the wards welcome him when he stepped foot in the Manor, him being related of blood and not having ill-intent.

He walked briskly across the place, opening the door to the house, expecting someone, anyone to come and welcome him. Instead all he found was dust.

He turned wearily around, taking in the large house. One question was dominate in his mind. Where was his parents?

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