Prologue
Fifteen year old Harry Potter sat down on a swing, scowling. This summer was absolutely horrible. It didn’t even start with the summer, really. This past year had been terrible. He had been entered into the Triwizard Tournament, against his will, watched a new friend (and small crush) die, and now his supposed friends hadn't contacted him since school ended, aside from short notes that may as well have been blank.
A short time later, he looked up from his thoughts, hearing voices and noticed that it was early evening, and Dudley and his gang were coming his way. Unfortunately for Harry (he would have appreciated someone to take his irritation out on), they continued past without noticing him. However, with Dudley on his way home, it was safe for Harry to do the same. Catching up to him, they began trading insults in the usual way.
But then Dudley made a mistake, bringing up Cedric. Cedric, who had been too young to die, who wasn’t supposed to be there. Cedric, who Harry had gotten killed. Harry felt pure anger rising, and he shot across the scant feet between them, knocking Dudley into an alley wall, his wand stabbing into Dudley’s fat chin. Unfortunately, Dudley wasn’t so easily cowed, or maybe just had a moment of brilliance. He slapped Harry’s wand across the alley, and then, feeling the temperature start dropping, made a wise decision for once in his life. Dudley ran, even as he started shivering frantically from the cold.
Harry, however, wasn’t that lucky. He recognized the cold seeping into his bones, and started sprinting over to his wand - how could Dudley have knocked it so far away? Despite his efforts, Harry only had time to grab his wand, turn around and shout “EXPECTO-” before he smelled rotting flesh, his cheeks went numb and everything went black.
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Harry sat up, gasping and shivering. What had happened, and where was he? He looked around. It was his same room, but somehow nicer than the one he was used to.
"Harry, it's time for lunch, are you going to sleep all day?" His aunt called upstairs. He crept down the stairs, and his aunt looked up, "What's wrong, honey?" She asked the unnerved Harry
"Aunt Petunia? Did er, one of my kind come pay you a visit recently?
"Your kind? Whatever are you talking about dear? You're a normal human just like us."
"But I'm like my parents." Harry paused, watching her eyes. There was a brief flicker, but instead of the anger he was used to, it was sadness.
"Harry love, I know it's only been a few months, but you need to accept that your parents won't be back. They were hit by the drunk driver, remember? I'm sorry, but maybe you should go lay back down, I'll bring some food up to you."
Harry paused, then nodded. Whatever was happening, he could puzzle it out in his room. Upon arriving, he noticed that he was smaller, and his reflection in the small mirror looked more like his first year self, 4 years ago. But the last thing he remembered was Dudley slapping his wand out of his hand, and by the time he reached it he couldn't escape the Dementors. Did he get Kissed, and somehow end up in the past? Or was it an alternate universe? Maybe Hermione would know, if they even knew each other here. Nodding, that would be his plan. He laid back down, falling asleep almost immediately, only to have bizarre dreams.
He was forcing Professor Dumbledore to drink some potion, then fighting with an old house elf. He was on the back of a dragon, then watching Neville kill a giant snake. He picked up a dusty tiara, then he woke to a stinging pain in his forehead, with a whisper echoing in his mind.
This is our world now, Harry Potter. Just accept it.