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Chapter 1 – Fate's Judgement

As the rising sun spread its light over both London, wizards and muggles alike prepared for the new day, hoping that there would not be another catastrophe reported in the morning paper.

Whilst the muggles were still unaware of the cause of all this, for the remainder of the resistance against the Dark Lord's onslaught, this day was just as gloomy as every other day. Nonetheless, they would live another day, and they found relief in the light that bathed the entire city.

Well, most of it at least.

In Knockturn alley, a robed figure could be seen moving rapidly through the shadow that seemed native to the place with a package in his hands. If one could look closely under the hood and past the various Notice-me-not charms, they would see two ferocious emerald eyes that shone with power and a lightning bolt scar almost covered by long raven hair.

If one was close enough, they would be able to hear him mutter

"Common, just a little longer…damn anti-apparition wards….must take the orb back to HQ"

The orb this young man was carrying was none other than the ancient orb known as Iudicious Parcaesi, famed to be as old as the veil of death and once belonging to Rowena Ravenclaw herself, now a Hoxcrux for Tom Marvolo Riddle. The Dark Lord had initially acquired it for its fabled connection to granting the bearer's wishes, and hoped it would grant him immortality or absolute power, but failing that, it made a good place to put a seventh of his soul in.

Even though this was the fifth Hoxcrux Harry had found, the war was not going well for the light side. Hogwarts had shutdown and, in the absence of Dumbledore and the Staff, was soon ransacked and destroyed by Voldemort's forces. The ministry was fighting a desperate war, and corruption within it was increasing daily.

As for Harry Potter, well, he had lost much. Too much some would say. Ron and Hermione had died hunting down the Hoxcruxes, Lupin lay comatose at St-Mungos, and the Order had lost most of its members, including Hagrid, Mad-Eye and McGonagall. Meanwhile, the death of Ginny at Bellatrix's hands had torn Harry's heart, making him doubt himself and everyone around him.

The war had been hard on him, and he turned to the Dark Path for the power to fight. 'Dark Path!' He mentally scoffed when he heard that for the first time 'Like there is such a thing as dark…how pointless…there is not good or evil, there is only power, and those too weak to wield it. The increasing darkness within his heart had created tension between him and what was left of the order. Almost everyone, except Ginny before her death just a month ago, began to fear him. Harry James Potter was a powerful dark wizard, and he was proud of it. He was strong enough to defeat any Death Eater or Auror, and could stand his own against the Dark Lord, though killing him was another matter.

Suddenly, two Dozen Death eaters and the Dark Lord arrived by port-key at the area.

"Damn" muttered Harry.

The Dark Lord moved forwards, saying in a mocking tone:

"Ahh…Potter…I see you have managed to acquire another one of my hoxcruxes… ….you have really become quite the nuisance boy!"

"I live to serve Tom, you know just how much I love you"

"Do not mock me boy….It has been fun toying with you, but I fear that I have had enough of you…AVADA KEDAVRA!"

The green light came towards Harry, quickly followed by more killing curses from the Death Eaters. Knowing he had no time to move or retaliate, Harry did the first thing that came to his mind:

He put the orb in the path of Voldemort's Killing curse.

He had prepared himself for the end of his 21 tiring years of life, and he silently made a prayer for another chance at life, without this accursed burden, when something no-one expected happened. Fate owed him another chance after all; he had suffered too much in his short life.

Just as the killing curse struck the orb, it emitted an eerie blue hue. The very air around Harry started shimmering, and the curses stopped in midair. Then he felt a tug more painful and powerful than any port-key. At that time he could have sworn he heard a ghostly and melodic voice say in his mind: "So be it"

Harry Potter's last conscious thought was 'What the…?'

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Groaning, Harry Potter awoke in a room surrounded with white. He relaxed when he recognized the Hogwarts infirmary and prepared himself for Madam Pomfrey's chiding which, over the past years, had become quite welcome.

Then he froze. 'Hogwarts? But…it was destroyed…how?' He reached for his glasses only to realise that his body was no longer the one he was used to…'I'm…eleven? Okay, this must be a really weird dream, so I would like to wake up about NOW' He pinched himself to make sure this is not a dream. His pinch was so strong that he let out a small whimper, which attracted the attentions of Madam Pomfrey.

"I swear, what were you thinking Mr Potter? Diving after the snitch like that…I don't know what McGonagall was thinking…putting such a young player on the team"

She quickly poured some of the familiar foul-tasting potions down his throat.

"There you go Mr Potter, you are as good as new. And please, in your next Quiddich practice, make sure you don't fly in the air, not into the ground."

'What? Fall? But where…how?' Thought a clearly disturbed Harry. Then, images of him flying after the snitch and into the ground came to his mind…and it was suddenly as if he had two sets of memories.

'What the Devil is going on?' He scurried away from the Hospital Wing before Madam Pomfrey could find anything else wrong with him. As he walked past the familiar Halls, he started reviewing the second set of memories. It seemed similar to his normal ones, and for a moment he thought he might have gone back in time, until one image came to him.

It was Neville. Neville looking much like he had seen him in his first year, but with one crucial difference: A lightning bold scar on his forehead. 'Oh boy' He thought, touching his forehead to find nothing there. Memories of conversations about Neville with Ron came to his mind 'Neville is the boy-who-lived'

Images flew into his mind: Hagrid telling him that his parents were killed by death eaters, Hagrid telling him that You-Know-Who is gone thanks to Neville, him meeting Neville on the train and talking about him with Ron. 'Just what the hell is going on?'

Harry unconsciously started walking towards the Gryffindor Dorms, thinking along the way, trying to find the solution to what happened when he came upon it 'Ravenclaw's Orb! It had something to do with granting wishes…perhaps the killing curse made it transport me to another dimension? Or was it my wish?' He had heard of theories of Parallel Universes before, but nobody had actually travelled to one, 'Though' he thought 'If they actually did, they were probably never believed, or they just kept their mouths shut'.

According to his memories from this life, his first year had been pretty much the same, with the troll bringing Him, Ron and Hermione together, with Norbert and the encounter in the forbidden forest as well as him making Gryffindor Seeker, though it was a Hufflepuff's remember-ball and not Neville's that he caught. From what he could remember, it would soon be the day that, in his old world, they went after the Philosopher's Stone. Speaking of which, it seems that the new boy-who-lived had a much more active role in hunting after the stone (and Snape) than Harry would have thought possible.

As he looked at his past in this world, he noticed that Neville's status had given him more confidence, and even a slight air of Arrogance. Though he was not as much of a prick as Malfoy, he was the golden boy of Gryffindor. He did not really belong in any group, but he was fairly good friends with Harry, as they could both relate to each other, being orphans of the war. Neville rushed into situations, and was more hot-headed than Ron had ever been, but he was still brave and self-sacrificing.

Harry wondered what state his magic was in. After his sixth year, he had undergone many rituals and trained hard, finally cultivating his talent in the Dark Arts making him a legend, and many feared his wrath almost as much as they feared a Death Eater raid.

He was pleased to note that not only was his magic strong, but it had actually increased slightly after merging with the magic of his other self. He was also delighted to learn that he had retained his parseltongue ability, which was useful for some nice dark spells he learnt.

He grinned. 'If my magic has merged with that of my other self…then that means I have the potential to be much more powerful than ever before…I still have to develop the new magic I gained, but that should be easy…I have already done it once before after all!'

Then he turned his thoughts to why he was here.

'But even with the orb, why did I get sent here and at this time?' He remembered that Hermione had said that Ravenclaw often referred to her orb as Fate's Judge. 'Guess it just judged my plea worthy enough to send me here…It would make sense, if that voice I heard was real… I'll see if I can get my hands on its counterpart in this world…but until then, I will live my second chance'

As he approached the Fat Lady, Harry realised for the first time just what being here meant. He had another chance, one more shot at life, a life where he could make things right.

And this chance wouldn't be spoiled by a good-natured but still manipulative old coot, a meddlesome Order and an infantile megalomaniac Dark Lord with serious attitude problems. In this universe, Harry James Potter would show the world just what true power means.

Harry Potter smirked in a way that would have sent any First Year Hufflepuffs (or even Gryffindors for that matter) scurrying away in fear. It was an evil smirk of someone who had seen, and committed, a lot of violence in his life. It was the smirk of a seasoned war veteran and one of the most powerful dark wizards in the world.

Giving the password his memory told him of, he entered the Gryffindor Common Room happier than he had been in a long time.

'This would be fun indeed'

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