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A man is sitting alone amidst the ruins of Hogwarts School. It has been destroyed beyond repair by the final fight with the Dark Lord Voldemort. The man is 20 years old, but he looks like he's 50 in his torn and tattered clothes. His name is Harry Potter.
Harry Potter is exhausted from the war and destruction. He has done everything in his power to save those who couldn't save themselves, but he couldn't even save his best friend and his girlfriend. Ron died due to Lucius Malfoy, and Hermione's death hit him hard. He proposed to her during their sixth year, and she said yes. Ron didn't even have a problem with it. Now, he's all alone, sitting in the recently ruined castle. Many died on the light side, and Wizarding Britain's population is only in the thousands.
Harry Potter walked towards the Headmaster's office. He wants to meet the portrait of his mentor. He has no one to talk to, and he doesn't want to talk to anyone who's alive. They'll give him pitying looks, and he doesn't want any more sad conversations.
Finally, he reaches the gargoyle and mutters the password.
"Hello, Harry," a portrait of Albus Dumbledore speaks.
"Hello, Headmaster," he replies dully.
"I am sorry for your losses, my boy. But remember that everyone dies after birth. Each person's fate is decided at birth. You can't predict who will die today or who will live today. People die when they are meant to," Albus Dumbledore tries to calm him.
"I don't want your wise words, Headmaster. I've heard enough and seen enough. I think I'm leaving magic behind. I'll establish myself in the Muggle world. I don't think I'll live much longer in this ruined world."
"Then I have a solution for your problem. There's a small book inside the third row. Take it out."
"Are you joking? You want me to read a book at this hour?" Harry replies.
"Just take it out, my boy," Albus says.
Harry opens the bookshelves and takes out a small, golden-colored journal. It appears worn out, as if it has been preserved for generations.
"What is this? It can't be your journal," Harry says, eyeing the old, torn journal.
"No, no, it's not my journal. It's Merlin's journal," Albus replies.
"And what do you want me to do with it?"
"I think you have to perform one of the rituals he mentioned. Turn to page 56," Albus says.
Harry turns to page 56. The number seems faded with time. After 5 minutes of trying, he finds the correct page Albus was referring to. There's a ritual described.
"The Way of Travel to the Land of Immortals."
"What? You can't truly become immortal?" Harry exclaims.
"Not in this universe. But perhaps in another place where people are truly immortal," Albus says.
"So you want me to try this out and go to the land of immortality to live?"
"Yes, that's what Merlin said. But it could fail. Many have tried this ritual, but no one has succeeded. Merlin claims he has traveled there and returned to this world," Albus answers.
"Are you sure, Albus? How can a person survive after going to different realities?"
"It's possible, my boy. Magic has endless possibilities. But you don't have anything to lose. I don't want you to die alone. You have a great magical reserve in your body. Your magic could help you survive. And maybe you'll meet familiar faces there. According to Merlin, you'll be transported into the body of your alternate self. You'll be transported to the place where you fit best," Albus says.
"Okay, then I can try this tomorrow. I need some rest," Harry replies.
"Let me know when you're ready," Albus says as Harry leaves the Headmaster's office.
Harry Potter is trying to do the best he can. He has taken a Phoenix feather, fairy wings, Basilisk horn, unicorn tail hairs, and dragon blood. He has created a pentagon and added five ingredients on each side. He has drawn a rune on his whole body. Albus is giving instructions to him from the backside.
"It's time, Harry."
"Okay, if this doesn't work, we will see each other in the next great adventure, Albus," Harry chuckles. He knows he can die doing this ritual. After all, what madman becomes ready to try an unknown ritual written by a mythical wizard? It may be true or not. He has nothing to live for. There is no one left to live with.
"Duc Me ad Mundum Immortalitatis."
"Duc Me ad Locus Ubi Aptus Sum."
"Duc Me ad Universum Clanorum."
"Duc me ad villam in media silva."
"Duc me ad versionem altenam mei."
With the final spell of the ritual, all the ingredients he had placed around him burn to ashes. He doesn't feel any different. He is not going anywhere.
"I think it has failed—" Before he can say anything, he is squeezed through tubes. He is traveling through different tubes, and his body feels like it's burning through hellfire. The pain doesn't stop increasing. At one point, the pain suddenly stops, and a soft breeze of air relaxes his muscles. He finally opens his eyes and finds himself in an open field. He is in a strange suit that looks like a robot. He has a little blue sword in his hand, which is red at the tip.
"King Harry, King Harry, you are finally awake. I think our village is under attack. Help us defend," someone cries beside him.
He turns and sees a woman beside him. She has a short stature, round face, and big, expressive eyes. She wears simple, medieval-style clothing, more like an apron.
"And you're?" he asks.
"Sir, I am Selena, one of the villagers," she replies hurriedly. 'BANG,' someone destroys the wall behind them. Before Harry can ask what is happening, a villager runs from there. She jumps over the wall and goes straight to a large hall located at the center.
Harry doesn't know what to do. He sees the attacker who attacked his wall is attacking another wall beside him. The attacker looks like a small skeleton with a rolling ball. He has a large bomb in his hand. He is purely made of a skeleton. Harry doesn't know how anyone can be made of only a skeleton. Then he looks at the surroundings. He is surrounded by large cannons that are automatically firing. On his side, there are large towers. He can't see who is on top of these towers, but he can see fireballs coming from the top. There is also a machine that is constantly using lava from its base to fry the enemies. Before he can be amazed by these abilities, the whole surrounding freezes. There is frost all over. Harry doesn't feel any cold. He is inside a robotic armor. He tries to move but can't.
Then Harry sees a guy in a pig. What? Not a pig, it's a hog. He looks a bit like Ron. Surely Ron can't be a pig, can he? He surely eats like a pig, but he can't be him. Harry sees that the guy is trying to destroy a nearby building. He is banging a large tower with his hammer. 'He also has a hammer bigger than Harry has ever seen in his life.' Surely he must be the son of Thor. Harry finally understands what is happening here. 'Okay, my alternate version is the king of this place, and he has to protect the village.' But he can't. He is frozen. And again, the frost disappears as quickly as it came. Harry instantly attacks the black guy with his sword. He kills him with one slash. Wow, this sword must be the sword Napoleon Bonaparte used.
When he kills that black guy, the guy's corpse turns into a grave. Huh? He used a ritual to go to the World of Immortals. Surely they can't die that easily, can they? And then almost 10 meters from him, he sees a statue of an old man firing something from the top of his staff. There is a yellow beam of light, and the attacker turns into a grave. What kind of technology do these people have? He's amazed.
And there is another warrior fighting to his right. She attacks enemies with her spear, but she also has a shield in her hand. She looks like a true fearless warrior. She is determined to take down as many attackers as possible. Is she Amelia Bones? Then he remembers Dumbledore's words, "And surely you may meet many familiar faces there. According to Merlin, you will be transported to the body of your alternate self, and you will be transported to the place where you are most suited." He has a small hope that he might meet his Hermione in this universe too.
And finally, he hears cries of "Harry" from behind him. The sound seems too familiar. Before he can think about the owner of the sound, that thing attacks him again with his large sword. He sees that the attacking person also has the same suit of robotic armor that he has. Harry tries to defend himself. He is failing. He knows one last blow, and he will be dead. Then an arrow comes from nowhere, and his attacker turns into a gravestone.
Harry finally sees his rescuer. She has turned her back to him and has started to defend a nearby building. She has a large bow in her hand. She is becoming visible and invisible. He must have given her his invisibility cloak, Harry thinks. And the warrior turns toward him.
"Hermione."