A/N: This is Gabby (previously known as Just Another Person) I am taking a
break from "A Twist of Fate", because I've lost all train of thought on
that. This story is going to be totally different from it, and it has a
plot that I will stick to. As in ATOF, I just wrote whatever I thought of
(the cold, hard truth!! Ack, that's gone and has bit me back in the ass
once or twice). Anyway. I hope you enjoy this because I spent forever on
it! Please drop a review after reading it!! This is chapter one of maybe 20
or something. There's not an exact chapter limit thing. :-D
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or its characters!
Summary: In 7th year Harry defeats Voldemort, but in the process was transported to another universe in order to make him suffer. The pairing in this is HP/SS Has a weird twist to it... Just read it please!
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Chapter 1: To what do we owe the pleasure?
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"Three years. In that short amount of time, you've never stopped making my life a living hell, have you? You kill my best friends, my godfather, and my fucking mentor for Merlin's sake! You couldn't stop at that could you? You had to kill him, well you've gotten your wish, father. I am like you know. I lonely, pathetic excuse -"
The boy was cut off by a sudden curse that was thrown at him. His body shook in pain for a few seconds before it stopped all together. He held his self steady, ready to attack.
The elder of the two looked down at the other in hidden shock. He knew the boy was strong, but to completely throw off the Cruico curse was impossible. But, he wouldn't let the boy know this, holding his wand high he hissed, "You will not talk to me like that. Join me or die, son."
"Seeing as you killed everyone I have; I don't really have anything to live for! Well besides the shame of you being my father." The son paused and looked straight into his father's eyes; "In a way I'm glad that they never had the chance to find out."
"Wouldn't that be horrible? What if they had found out, boy?" A smirk grew on the fathers face. "Why am I saying if, while I can make it happen? You could live in a world full of shame."
"You can't, they are dead. All because of you!" The anger that he'd been fighting came out as he shouted, "Avada Keverda." He didn't need a wand for this; he had too much power flowing through him.
But, the other wizard had already started the incantation of his spell. "Yatish oun demus la enverimate." A light started forming at the end of the snake-like wizards' wand.
Strangely enough, they both ended their curses at same time. Instead of hitting each other, they passed in mid air.
The son saw his father fall to his death before erupting in pain, like he was being torn form the inside out. He was vaguely aware of a green light that had engulfed him. Not the color green of the killing curse, that had been a bright green, this was almost black.
Then the pain was stopped as the boy fainted; never knowing what was upon him when he opened his eyes.
*
"He seems perfectly fine, Lily." The calm reassuring voice of Albus Dumbledore spoke.
The boy tried lifting his eyes, but they wouldn't budge. Then he came to his senses and recognized the voice. Albus Dumbledore? But, didn't he die? He was pretty sure he had seen him die. This wasn't right. What in the world was going on?
"That's just the thing- I did a scan on him. You said he fell down the stairs? Well there are no scraps on him at all!" The quiet hushed whisper of the lady flooded his mind. "Well besides the scar- but I think it was there before he fell down the stairs."
He knew that voice! In shock, his eyes flew open, and he flung himself into a sitting position looking at the two people in front of him. His brilliant jade eyes stared into a mirror pair of eyes. He knew those all too familiar eyes, the ones that had left him 16 years ago, Lily Potter. His stomach turned.
His eyes quickly turned to the piercing azure ones. He knew those eyes. But how? Then it hit. A world where you could feel the shame! A different reality. Damn Voldemort!
Loosing all sense of where he was, the boy said, "Mr. Dumbledore- sir? You wouldn't quite mind if I left would you, I think I am going to be ill." Not waiting for the reply, the boy ran to the bathroom and threw up, then came back to the room.
"Are you alright, dear boy?" Dumbledore asked, his eyes twinkling.
"I don't think so. I guess I have to explain a few things- Where do I begin?" He murmured. He took his seat back on the bed.
"The beginning is quite a fine place." Lily said her eyes smiling upon him; she pulled a few crimson locks out of her face.
"I don't even really know where that is. But, um.. My name is - Oh that's not a good place either. Er- I am 17 years old, 7th year Gryfindor." He knew it wasn't much, but that was all he thought the two people in front of him could handle.
Dumbledore looked at him, confused, "Why, I've never seen you in my life!"
"Yea. That's were it gets complicated- Ever heard of the Amio Marvoilus spell? It's like switching you in a new place. In goes back to 110 B.C. It was banned in 109 B.C." The boy tried to explain.
"Peculiar. It's used to switch people into different realities... Oh! You are from an alternative world? Who would place such a curse on you?" The ever so wise voice of Dumbledore spoke.
"Voldemort. He hates me- long story..." He trailed off. Then, he quickly changed the subject. "Um.. until I can go back, could I continue my classes? If- if it's not too much trouble, that is..." The teen didn't want to tell Albus the things he knew.
"Ah, of course. You'll need to state your name though." Lily said, her eyes glittering much like Dumbledore's.
"You're not going to like it. I mean, you just don't go and find a boy who's 17 and they turn out to be- I mean.. Uh... I- I think I am dead in this reality." It was hard to explain something that made no sense to these people.
"Why ever so?" Dumbledore asked.
"Because you don't recognize me. And I think Voldemort killed me here." He whispered, twisting a ring that was on his left hand.
**Lily's POV**
I stared at the boy- no he looked too old to be called a boy - the man as he played with the ring. Was he engaged? It seemed so. Even though he had said he was only 17, he looked like he was at least 22.
I looked at his eyes, they were exactly like mine. Maybe he was related to me? Could it be Dudley? It could be possible; I haven't seen Dudley since he was born. And he could be dead here. Merlin knows I haven't seen or talked to my sister in 18 years.
"That'd be impossible, dear boy. Voldemort has been dead for over 16 years. We found his corpse shortly after Harry-" Dumbledore looked at me, most likely to see if it was okay to say the name.
I was only 18 when I had Harry, having got pregnant during 7th year. It was odd; because I was almost positive I used a charm to make sure that I wouldn't get pregnant when James and I had sex. But somehow it had happened. I was glad that James was such a good man and married me. I don't think I could have lived without him.
Harry was a very quiet child. He seemed to know and understand everything. He would never laugh, and his smiles were only in his eyes. He seemed to always know something that we didn't. This sounds crazy, because he was only 1. And no 1 year old could know something a 19 year old didn't.
It was only a short time, a year and 3 months, that we had Harry. When I had just gotten pregnant with Rose, he disappeared. He had been outside on minute and gone the next. We saw a flash of green light five minutes later. We found him dead, a lightning bolt branded into his skin. He was the last death before we found Voldemort's dead body.
I gave a nod to say that it was okay for Dumbledore to continue talking.
He smiled sadly and said, "After Harry Potter died."
The stranger nodded. It was if he was expecting that, or maybe he already knew it. Perhaps little Harry died in his world too.
**The Stranger's POV**
I wasn't shocked; it seemed everything was always happening to me, even in this world.
"Understandable. Is Voldemort gone for good?" The question had to be answered. I didn't want all those people to die again, and I know I am going to be here permanently, how would I get back?
"No. He had no body but his spirit could join with a willing human." Dumbledore answered the question, gravely.
I nodded. He had succeeded in what he hadn't in the other world, killing me. But he had turned into less then he was in my world, which isn't much. "He'll be in the Forest then, I presume. Is the Sorcerers Stone still around?"
Lily looked confused at my statement, but I only glanced at her before turning to Albus.
"Yes, of course. Why do you ask?" Dumbledore said, I could see that he was surprised the question.
He'd be going after it then. I silently cursed my father. I snorted, my father. No one knew but him and I, and it was I who found out.
It all happened in the beginning of 6th year, when I took a wrong turn to the library and ended up facing a wall. Upon it was a list on of heirs to Slytherin, Gryfindor, Hufflepuff, and Ravenclaw. There, much to my surprise, was my name at the very end of the list. As I was searching to find out why, I saw the names of James Potter, Lily Potter, and Tom Riddle all joined lines leading to mine. It didn't make any sense, but when I brought the issue to Voldemort when he tried to kill me at the end of the year, he went pale and told me what he thought. It would have been very touching, if he hadn't been trying to kill me.
Apparently, James and Lily had been bonded. This made them more or less one person. So when Voldemort had raped Lily, impregnating her with me, I developed all 3 of their traits. Voldemort had thrown the memory charm at Lily, making her forget their encounter, as to why he didn't kill her afterwards, Voldemort didn't remember. Then later on, Voldemort forgot himself. He did mention that she looked familiar when he killed her. He threw the Cruico curse at me for what I said as a comment.
So, we made an agreement not to tell anyone until we figured out what to do. But by that time, he had killed Hermione, Ron, Sirius, Lupin, half of Gryfindor, Dumbledore, McGonagall, and whoever else his spy's thought had been helping me. But he hadn't killed my fiancé, at least until the beginning of 7th year.
That's when I snapped. My fiancé had been my confident, the only one to keep me calm through all that had happen. He had taught me dark magic, and helped me control my magic. He had proposed two weeks prior to when he died. I don't think Voldemort ever knew what he was doing when he killed him.
I looked at Dumbledore, having forgot the question, I just simply shrugged. I hope that it was an answer to the question.
"So, what is your name?" Dumbledore asked the one thing I was dreading.
But before I could answer- Severus Snape came storming into the room, behind him was an unconscious levitated Neville Longbottom.
*Severus' POV*
Damn the infuriating boy! Even with Grangers help he managed to completely destroy the potion! Then he had the nerve to drink it! I pulled at me hair, why did I pick a job as a teacher again?
"Severus? Is something wrong?" Albus was smiling, looking at Longbottom, who was turning a nice shade blue, "Is he alright?"
I heard a gasp from my side. Lily had just seen the pitiful excuse for a boy. She rushed to Longbottom, placed him on the bed, and rushed off to get a potion for her cabinet, then returned.
I would have admired her speed, but because she married that Potter brat, I refused to admire anything about her.
I turned to Dumbledore, "I insist you take this careless boy out of my class! He continues to disrupt class everyday!" I complained. There just weren't enough points to take away for his inabilities to manage anything.
"Don't you think you're being a bit ruff? He's just a boy, Severus." Lily smiled at me and poured a potion down Longbottom's throat, I sincerely hoped he choked.
Unfortunately, he didn't and his blue skin slowly turned back to normal. My hopes that he would be too ill to go back to class were killed. I forced my sigh to stop from coming out me. Instead I yelled out, "He's 17! I don't think that counts as a boy!"
"What potion were you making anyway?" Dumbledore asked. He always manages to change the subject.
"The Sleeping Potion. Not hard at all, any 2nd year could do it." I growled.
Someone laughed, it wasn't a laugh I've heard before. I turned around to face the person and froze.
He had short black hair, and jade eyes that belonged to Lily. His skin was tanned and muscular. His face was well defined. While he was handsome, not idiot could deny that, his laugh seemed to mock me.
"Who are you?" I answered, my voice was cold. I made sure there was something in it that said this isn't idle chit chat and you'll give me straight answers.
But, apparently he missed that, "Neville doesn't mean to mess up. Plus, it's natural he'd screw that potion up. It's a Hilmaphat potion, but it contains Wormwood, so you have to stir clockwise. Even though Hilmaphats are stirred counterclockwise. I doubt even Hermione could have gotten that potion right."
I glared at him, but he was right. I don't believe even I could have gotten that potion right on the first try in 7th year. But he ignored the question I had asked. "Who are you?"
He hesitated, and then looked at Lily, then at Dumbledore, but his eyes landed on me and stayed that way.
"You really want to know?" His voice was merely a whisper.
I glared, "Why else would I ask?"
It wasn't like he was some saint or a dead person; whatever he had to say couldn't be serious.
"Harry. Harry Potter." It came out in a whisper, but I was sure everyone in the room heard it.
Apparently someone wants to keep proving me wrong.
~TBC
Did you like it?? No? Yes? Maybe so? Please review and tell me what you think!! It helps with the self-confidence thing :-D
Review, pretty please?!!
~~Gabby
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or its characters!
Summary: In 7th year Harry defeats Voldemort, but in the process was transported to another universe in order to make him suffer. The pairing in this is HP/SS Has a weird twist to it... Just read it please!
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Chapter 1: To what do we owe the pleasure?
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"Three years. In that short amount of time, you've never stopped making my life a living hell, have you? You kill my best friends, my godfather, and my fucking mentor for Merlin's sake! You couldn't stop at that could you? You had to kill him, well you've gotten your wish, father. I am like you know. I lonely, pathetic excuse -"
The boy was cut off by a sudden curse that was thrown at him. His body shook in pain for a few seconds before it stopped all together. He held his self steady, ready to attack.
The elder of the two looked down at the other in hidden shock. He knew the boy was strong, but to completely throw off the Cruico curse was impossible. But, he wouldn't let the boy know this, holding his wand high he hissed, "You will not talk to me like that. Join me or die, son."
"Seeing as you killed everyone I have; I don't really have anything to live for! Well besides the shame of you being my father." The son paused and looked straight into his father's eyes; "In a way I'm glad that they never had the chance to find out."
"Wouldn't that be horrible? What if they had found out, boy?" A smirk grew on the fathers face. "Why am I saying if, while I can make it happen? You could live in a world full of shame."
"You can't, they are dead. All because of you!" The anger that he'd been fighting came out as he shouted, "Avada Keverda." He didn't need a wand for this; he had too much power flowing through him.
But, the other wizard had already started the incantation of his spell. "Yatish oun demus la enverimate." A light started forming at the end of the snake-like wizards' wand.
Strangely enough, they both ended their curses at same time. Instead of hitting each other, they passed in mid air.
The son saw his father fall to his death before erupting in pain, like he was being torn form the inside out. He was vaguely aware of a green light that had engulfed him. Not the color green of the killing curse, that had been a bright green, this was almost black.
Then the pain was stopped as the boy fainted; never knowing what was upon him when he opened his eyes.
*
"He seems perfectly fine, Lily." The calm reassuring voice of Albus Dumbledore spoke.
The boy tried lifting his eyes, but they wouldn't budge. Then he came to his senses and recognized the voice. Albus Dumbledore? But, didn't he die? He was pretty sure he had seen him die. This wasn't right. What in the world was going on?
"That's just the thing- I did a scan on him. You said he fell down the stairs? Well there are no scraps on him at all!" The quiet hushed whisper of the lady flooded his mind. "Well besides the scar- but I think it was there before he fell down the stairs."
He knew that voice! In shock, his eyes flew open, and he flung himself into a sitting position looking at the two people in front of him. His brilliant jade eyes stared into a mirror pair of eyes. He knew those all too familiar eyes, the ones that had left him 16 years ago, Lily Potter. His stomach turned.
His eyes quickly turned to the piercing azure ones. He knew those eyes. But how? Then it hit. A world where you could feel the shame! A different reality. Damn Voldemort!
Loosing all sense of where he was, the boy said, "Mr. Dumbledore- sir? You wouldn't quite mind if I left would you, I think I am going to be ill." Not waiting for the reply, the boy ran to the bathroom and threw up, then came back to the room.
"Are you alright, dear boy?" Dumbledore asked, his eyes twinkling.
"I don't think so. I guess I have to explain a few things- Where do I begin?" He murmured. He took his seat back on the bed.
"The beginning is quite a fine place." Lily said her eyes smiling upon him; she pulled a few crimson locks out of her face.
"I don't even really know where that is. But, um.. My name is - Oh that's not a good place either. Er- I am 17 years old, 7th year Gryfindor." He knew it wasn't much, but that was all he thought the two people in front of him could handle.
Dumbledore looked at him, confused, "Why, I've never seen you in my life!"
"Yea. That's were it gets complicated- Ever heard of the Amio Marvoilus spell? It's like switching you in a new place. In goes back to 110 B.C. It was banned in 109 B.C." The boy tried to explain.
"Peculiar. It's used to switch people into different realities... Oh! You are from an alternative world? Who would place such a curse on you?" The ever so wise voice of Dumbledore spoke.
"Voldemort. He hates me- long story..." He trailed off. Then, he quickly changed the subject. "Um.. until I can go back, could I continue my classes? If- if it's not too much trouble, that is..." The teen didn't want to tell Albus the things he knew.
"Ah, of course. You'll need to state your name though." Lily said, her eyes glittering much like Dumbledore's.
"You're not going to like it. I mean, you just don't go and find a boy who's 17 and they turn out to be- I mean.. Uh... I- I think I am dead in this reality." It was hard to explain something that made no sense to these people.
"Why ever so?" Dumbledore asked.
"Because you don't recognize me. And I think Voldemort killed me here." He whispered, twisting a ring that was on his left hand.
**Lily's POV**
I stared at the boy- no he looked too old to be called a boy - the man as he played with the ring. Was he engaged? It seemed so. Even though he had said he was only 17, he looked like he was at least 22.
I looked at his eyes, they were exactly like mine. Maybe he was related to me? Could it be Dudley? It could be possible; I haven't seen Dudley since he was born. And he could be dead here. Merlin knows I haven't seen or talked to my sister in 18 years.
"That'd be impossible, dear boy. Voldemort has been dead for over 16 years. We found his corpse shortly after Harry-" Dumbledore looked at me, most likely to see if it was okay to say the name.
I was only 18 when I had Harry, having got pregnant during 7th year. It was odd; because I was almost positive I used a charm to make sure that I wouldn't get pregnant when James and I had sex. But somehow it had happened. I was glad that James was such a good man and married me. I don't think I could have lived without him.
Harry was a very quiet child. He seemed to know and understand everything. He would never laugh, and his smiles were only in his eyes. He seemed to always know something that we didn't. This sounds crazy, because he was only 1. And no 1 year old could know something a 19 year old didn't.
It was only a short time, a year and 3 months, that we had Harry. When I had just gotten pregnant with Rose, he disappeared. He had been outside on minute and gone the next. We saw a flash of green light five minutes later. We found him dead, a lightning bolt branded into his skin. He was the last death before we found Voldemort's dead body.
I gave a nod to say that it was okay for Dumbledore to continue talking.
He smiled sadly and said, "After Harry Potter died."
The stranger nodded. It was if he was expecting that, or maybe he already knew it. Perhaps little Harry died in his world too.
**The Stranger's POV**
I wasn't shocked; it seemed everything was always happening to me, even in this world.
"Understandable. Is Voldemort gone for good?" The question had to be answered. I didn't want all those people to die again, and I know I am going to be here permanently, how would I get back?
"No. He had no body but his spirit could join with a willing human." Dumbledore answered the question, gravely.
I nodded. He had succeeded in what he hadn't in the other world, killing me. But he had turned into less then he was in my world, which isn't much. "He'll be in the Forest then, I presume. Is the Sorcerers Stone still around?"
Lily looked confused at my statement, but I only glanced at her before turning to Albus.
"Yes, of course. Why do you ask?" Dumbledore said, I could see that he was surprised the question.
He'd be going after it then. I silently cursed my father. I snorted, my father. No one knew but him and I, and it was I who found out.
It all happened in the beginning of 6th year, when I took a wrong turn to the library and ended up facing a wall. Upon it was a list on of heirs to Slytherin, Gryfindor, Hufflepuff, and Ravenclaw. There, much to my surprise, was my name at the very end of the list. As I was searching to find out why, I saw the names of James Potter, Lily Potter, and Tom Riddle all joined lines leading to mine. It didn't make any sense, but when I brought the issue to Voldemort when he tried to kill me at the end of the year, he went pale and told me what he thought. It would have been very touching, if he hadn't been trying to kill me.
Apparently, James and Lily had been bonded. This made them more or less one person. So when Voldemort had raped Lily, impregnating her with me, I developed all 3 of their traits. Voldemort had thrown the memory charm at Lily, making her forget their encounter, as to why he didn't kill her afterwards, Voldemort didn't remember. Then later on, Voldemort forgot himself. He did mention that she looked familiar when he killed her. He threw the Cruico curse at me for what I said as a comment.
So, we made an agreement not to tell anyone until we figured out what to do. But by that time, he had killed Hermione, Ron, Sirius, Lupin, half of Gryfindor, Dumbledore, McGonagall, and whoever else his spy's thought had been helping me. But he hadn't killed my fiancé, at least until the beginning of 7th year.
That's when I snapped. My fiancé had been my confident, the only one to keep me calm through all that had happen. He had taught me dark magic, and helped me control my magic. He had proposed two weeks prior to when he died. I don't think Voldemort ever knew what he was doing when he killed him.
I looked at Dumbledore, having forgot the question, I just simply shrugged. I hope that it was an answer to the question.
"So, what is your name?" Dumbledore asked the one thing I was dreading.
But before I could answer- Severus Snape came storming into the room, behind him was an unconscious levitated Neville Longbottom.
*Severus' POV*
Damn the infuriating boy! Even with Grangers help he managed to completely destroy the potion! Then he had the nerve to drink it! I pulled at me hair, why did I pick a job as a teacher again?
"Severus? Is something wrong?" Albus was smiling, looking at Longbottom, who was turning a nice shade blue, "Is he alright?"
I heard a gasp from my side. Lily had just seen the pitiful excuse for a boy. She rushed to Longbottom, placed him on the bed, and rushed off to get a potion for her cabinet, then returned.
I would have admired her speed, but because she married that Potter brat, I refused to admire anything about her.
I turned to Dumbledore, "I insist you take this careless boy out of my class! He continues to disrupt class everyday!" I complained. There just weren't enough points to take away for his inabilities to manage anything.
"Don't you think you're being a bit ruff? He's just a boy, Severus." Lily smiled at me and poured a potion down Longbottom's throat, I sincerely hoped he choked.
Unfortunately, he didn't and his blue skin slowly turned back to normal. My hopes that he would be too ill to go back to class were killed. I forced my sigh to stop from coming out me. Instead I yelled out, "He's 17! I don't think that counts as a boy!"
"What potion were you making anyway?" Dumbledore asked. He always manages to change the subject.
"The Sleeping Potion. Not hard at all, any 2nd year could do it." I growled.
Someone laughed, it wasn't a laugh I've heard before. I turned around to face the person and froze.
He had short black hair, and jade eyes that belonged to Lily. His skin was tanned and muscular. His face was well defined. While he was handsome, not idiot could deny that, his laugh seemed to mock me.
"Who are you?" I answered, my voice was cold. I made sure there was something in it that said this isn't idle chit chat and you'll give me straight answers.
But, apparently he missed that, "Neville doesn't mean to mess up. Plus, it's natural he'd screw that potion up. It's a Hilmaphat potion, but it contains Wormwood, so you have to stir clockwise. Even though Hilmaphats are stirred counterclockwise. I doubt even Hermione could have gotten that potion right."
I glared at him, but he was right. I don't believe even I could have gotten that potion right on the first try in 7th year. But he ignored the question I had asked. "Who are you?"
He hesitated, and then looked at Lily, then at Dumbledore, but his eyes landed on me and stayed that way.
"You really want to know?" His voice was merely a whisper.
I glared, "Why else would I ask?"
It wasn't like he was some saint or a dead person; whatever he had to say couldn't be serious.
"Harry. Harry Potter." It came out in a whisper, but I was sure everyone in the room heard it.
Apparently someone wants to keep proving me wrong.
~TBC
Did you like it?? No? Yes? Maybe so? Please review and tell me what you think!! It helps with the self-confidence thing :-D
Review, pretty please?!!
~~Gabby