To My Star

In a reverse universe that doesn't line up quite the way the Harry Potter one does, Harry is born in the Era of Grindelwald after falling through a mirror. From there on is pure, pure chaos. The doors blasted open. Harry stumbled against the table that nearly collapsed from his weight. Floating towards him was a leather book that reminded him of Tom Riddle's diary. Etched into the side were the initials H.J.P, his own. It dropped itself unceremoniously into his hands and flipped over into the middle of the book. And then it started burning up, shriveling to husk in his hands. The fire scraped Harry's skin and he screamed, attempting to drop it out. But the Diary stuck like glue, wrapping his hands in a glove of flames. His screams reached new heights and then the pain stopped. The paper Great Hall collapsed into nothing.