Minerva found Remus, James, and Lily much too easily. Without his wand and feeling more sore than he'd ever felt before, Remus didn't stand a chance against the powerful teacher. He allowed himself and James and Lily to be dragged to Dumbledore's Office.

Minerva was shaking with horrible anger, and there was a bright sadness in her eyes. Remus found himself wanting to comfort his former teacher, but without knowing who she really was or what was going on, he refrained from speaking.

She certainly wasn't the Minerva he had been fighting alongside. The first thing she had done was cast a barrage of spells to reveal their true selves, and she'd seemed untrusting even after they were completed.

Remus didn't know what to make of the situation, nor did he understand what had happened to Sirius and Harry.

That worried him – if there was one person he had to protect while in this dimension, then it was Harry. The rest of them – they were truly dead, despite whatever had occurred in this strange place.

Remus did have an idea – he knew of nothing nor had come across anything concrete about his theory occurring, but from how the look-alikes didn't really know them…

He was thinking (if he could even think of something so crazy…) that somehow, Hagrid had pulled them into a new world. A world where Regulus was alive and Sirius was evil.

Of course, that was a long shot.

But even Voldemort had no trick to bring back the dead, nor would he want to. He'd want to kill Harry quickly, and Remus knew that something had caused him to fail.

Something had stopped the Killing Curse from hitting Harry.

That had had to have been powerful magic – extremely powerful magic. If it could block the curse, then it could have done anything.

Minerva allowed them entrance into Dumbledore's Office, and Remus climbed the steps with dread, unsure of what he'd find inside. He knew he couldn't stop walking, no matter how much he wanted to. After all, he was being held at wandpoint, even if it was by Minerva.

They entered the room, and Remus immediately observed the four people crouched around something on the floor. Sirius was collapsed to the ground, unconscious and bound, so Remus assumed the form was Harry. All four figures spun around and looked at Remus, James, and Lily when they entered.

Shock marred their faces – even more then the scars that stretched across two of them did.

Regulus stepped forward.

"Minerva," he greeted – and Merlin, it was strange seeing the shy Slytherin greet the feared Head of Gryffindor fondly and professionally

It was clear that despite the years that the others seemed to have on him, Regulus was their leader as much as Harry was to where they were from.

"I found these three in the Great Hall," Minerva said. "You can see their… appearances, but not one of them carried a wand. I've also done the standard checks to force them to reveal their true appearances. They passed all of them or I would not have brought them here in these forms."

It took Remus until she pointed it out to notice the sadness lingering in their eyes. Most of it, he noticed with a shock, was directed towards him. And most of it was from Regulus, a boy he had never spoken ten words with in all of him time at Hogwarts.

Remus recognized Bill Weasley and, to his surprise, it looked like Lily standing there. The other man he did not know.

"Who are you?" Regulus asked, his voice harsh and cold and seemingly cruel.

"Remus Lupin," he answered, looking into Regulus's eyes, trying to seem truthful and not defiant.

"James Potter," James said from behind him. "What did you do to Sirius?"

They offered no answer to James. Instead, they stared at him like they had seen a ghost. Perhaps, if the James of this place was dead, then it was like they were seeing one.

"Lily Potter," Lily said, staring with shock at her counterpart. The other Lily narrowed her eyes, and Remus prepared for the fire that was about to explode from her.

Even in such a different place, he knew what Lily looked like when she was losing her temper.

"How dare you?" the other Lily snarled, stepping forward. "I loved James," she growled, a fire in her eyes. "I have dreamed of marrying him, dreamed of what could have been. Then he died. And everything shattered. It took me years to smile, years to be okay, years to love again." She turned to Remus now, stepping up near close enough to touch him.

"And now, what do you do?" she breathed. "Taunt me again. It's been a month – slightly more. I'm still bleeding, and you dare show up in this form in front of me. You dare bring 'James' and a version of myself, like I could have had if he survived.

"How dare you?"

"Lily, please," Remus spoke for the first time, noticing her wince, noticing Regulus wince just as badly. "I would have never come here, had it been of my discretion. But there was a spell – a mistake. I am not your Remus that died. Nor is this James the James that… passed here. We are who we say we are. If you don't believe, do a heritage spell on Harry. He's the biological son of Lily and James Potter. In this world, that could have never happened. But I do not believe we are from the same world."

"Dimension travel," Bill said. "What brought you to that conclusion?"

"A botched spell that blocked the Killing Curse is what brought us here – a spell with that much power can do anything. I recognize most of you, and with the exception of one, none of you would treat me as the enemy, nor James, Lily, Sirius, or Harry. We have fought for the Light, always. And in our world, most of us were friends – or at least, colleagues, at one point or another."

"Most?" Bill said. "Are you implying some of us fought for… Voldemort?" The pause didn't seem like a hesitation to say his name. Rather, it seemed like Bill had to think of who the attacker was. Merlin, what was different here?

"Yes," Remus said. "At least one," he said. "I know Lily and you, Bill, fight for the Light in our world. I do not recognize the third of you. And Regulus was a Death Eater when he was… alive."

"I was a Death Eater?" he said. "I fought for Voldemort?"

"No," Harry said, turning their attention to him. "For a while, yes," Harry started. "But, in the end, you gave your life to destroy a Horcrux."

Regulus nodded, looking at Harry with a deep sadness.

"Gave my life?" he asked. "Am I some sort of martyr?"

"No," Harry answered truthfully. "No one knows your name – you died in 1979, and even Sirius believed that you tried to defect and was killed for it. He thought you ran, everyone thought you ran because you kept the Horcrux and trusted it to Kreacher."

"Kreacher?" Regulus protested. "The old elf? He can't stand me – hasn't since… well, for a very long time."

"Much is different here," Remus continued. "Please – what has happened here that prevents you from believing us?" Remus knew it was a stupid question as soon as he asked it, but there was no better way to phrase it and no other way to ask it.

"I don't know," Regulus said, sarcastic, bitter. "Perhaps the fact that Sirius is cunning. The fact that he deceives and faking a second chance for so many is exactly the kind of trick he'd pull."

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