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A Reality to Live	By : ShadowCat13 Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male Views: 13165 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 8
Disclaimer: As much as I wish I could say otherwise I do not own Harry Potter. Sadly I don't make anything from writing this either.

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"Normal speach"

'Thoughts'

{Speaking Parseltongue}

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Chapter 2

It was later in the afternoon of a warm Saturday when the charm to let the healers know that Harry was waking up went off. It had been 9 days sense he'd arrived as St. Mungo's and the healers had started to worry a little again. Having been in his office Healer Kalderdash set the papers he'd been reading down when he heard the crystal line like ringing and got up. He wanted to be in the room when the boy woke. He wanted the child reassured he was someplace safe.

Harry came too slowly, part of him reluctant to leave the darkness he'd sank into. There he need not fear anything. He couldn't recall just what it was he feared, but part of him knew that as long as he was there, he was safe from it. He couldn't seem to remain in the darkness though, as it started to fade away on its own.

As he woke, Harry became somewhat aware of his surrounds. He could feel he was lying on a soft bed in a clean smelling place. The smell reminded him of the Hospital wing at Hogwarts a little.

Cracking open his eyes Harry tired to peer about, but found he was really stiff and couldn't move his head that well. Not to mention he could hardly make out much without his glasses on. The world around him was nothing more than a confusing haze of green. Blurry movement to his right drew Harrys attention. "Madam Pomfrey?" He asked, or tried to. His throat was dry and incredibly sore so all that came out was an inaudible whisper.

Waving his wand Healer Kalderdash conjured him a small cup of water on a nearby table, and then helped Harry sit up in bed so he'd be able to drink it. Moving made harry feel dizzy so he just closed his green eyes and sat back against his cushioned head board for a few moments. When he opened them again he looked at the person that had helped him. Now that he was closer Harry could better see them and could tell it definitely wasn't Madam Pomfrey.

Instead there was a grey haired guy with a tired looking face peering down at him.

Fuzzy and disorganized memories of the graveyard flew through his mind and feeling a little panicked Harry tired to move away from the man he didn't recognize.

"I'm not going to hurt you. No one here will. You're at St. Mungo's, a place you'll be safe at." Healer Kalderdash told Harry in a gentle and reassuring voice. Holding up his hands the healer let his magic project a calming aura. It was something Healers were trained to too. It helped them deal with confused patients. It wasn't as good as a calming potion, but worked fine it used quickly to keep patients for getting hysterical.

To those that were highly magic sensitive it would be visible as a soft glow a few around him, but most couldn't see it.

Groaning a little from the pain he'd felt when he moved, Harry stilled and eyeing the blurry form that claimed he wasn't going to hurt him. He couldn't ignore the fear his hazy memories caused him, but thank to the aura couldn't say fearful of the man either. Fighting conflicting feelings, Harry didn't say or do anything for a few moments. The healer just waited though.

In the end Harry gave in to the feeling he was safe with the man, and leaned back against the head board again. "A..am.. I…" Harry croaked out, before Healer Kalderdash shushed him.

"Don't try to talk yet." Picking up the cup of water again the healer held it out to Harry. "Here, drink a little water."

Harry nodded and slowly reached for the cup. After he'd drank about half the glass of water the healer set it back on the table, and Harry tried asking his question again. "I'm.. really at… St. Munn..go's?" His voice was still scratchy, and it hurt a little to talk, but at least now it was understandable.

"Yes, you are." The healer told him with a nod of his head, and Harry visibly relaxed. "I have a few questions I need to ask you. Can you tell me your name?"

Harry wondered why the Healer was asking who he was. He as sure the scar on his forehead was all they need to see in order to know that. Or maybe they just wanted to be sure he remembered who he was. Deciding it was likely that, he said in a still hoarse voice. "I'm… Harry Potter."

The healer was a bit surprised he claimed to be a Potter, after all it had been Lord Potter that had found him, and he'd not know the boy. But he could wonder about that later. "Alright Harry, can you tell me how you're feeling? Anywhere that really hurts?" He asked.

"I feel a bit dizzy… I think the lack of my glasses.. is to blame.. for that though. Other than that,… I ju..just feel a bit sore…, unless I move too much." 'Or apparently say too much…' Harry thought, wincing a little at how sore his throat felt. Noticing the healer offered him the water again, and Harry drank a couple more sips to sooth his sandpapery throat.

After the glass was set back down the healer got up. "I'll go get you a pair of temporary glasses you can use. I'll just be a moment."

Harry started to nod, but stopped quickly. It made his head spin to do that. So he closed his eyes while he waited for the healer to come back. While he waited he couldn't help wonder why Dumbledore hadn't show up yet. Other then Madam Pomfrey, he and his two best friends tended to be there when he woke up in the hospital wing.

As he promised, Healer Kalderdash was only gone a few minutes. When he came back he handed harry a pair of blue rectangle lensed glasses. "Sorry if there not that nice looking, but they should help you see till you can get a new pair of your own."

Considering how worn out his old ones had been, the only thing that been keeping them in one piece being magic, Harry was hardly worried about what they looked like. Taking them Harry put them on. At first he couldn't see any improvements, but then everything suddenly jumped into focus. He could see even better then he'd been able to with his own glasses, and Harry blinked for a moment to get used to it, before looking at the healer.

"Better?" Healer Kalderdash asked.

"Yes… thank you." Harry told him in a whisper.

"Now that's taken care of, I have one more thing I'd like to ask you. Do you remember what happened to you?" The healer asked next.

At that question the broken up and hazy memories flew thought his mind again. Somewhere clearer than others, like the maze he'd had to go though and then the graveyard. He remembered Voldemorts return and then the death Eater coming. Remembering what the snakeish looking man had let them do to him, Harry's heart rate sped up and he clutched at the green blanket. His actual memories of the torture were hazy at best though, and he couldn't really remember anything after that. Not that he was trying to hard at the moment.

Seeing the reaction the question had on Harry, the healer started to project calmness again. "It's alright, you don't need to talk about it immediately if you don't want to."

Harry just shook his head though. His agitation growing despite the healers attempts to keep him calm. "N..nno… I ne..need to let… ev..erry…one know he.. he's ba-ck." He croaked out in a rush.

"That he's back? What do you mean?" Healer Kalderdash asked. To which Harry just started at him as if he was stupid.

"Vol.. Volde..mort!" Harry gasped out hoarsely.

The healer had no clue who the boy was talking about, but as it was clearly upsetting Harry he decided not to question who this… Voldemort was anymore at the moment. Before he could try to change the subject and calm Harry down though, a low male voice from the doorway said, "Voldemort? What kind of person wants to be called that?"

Turning Healer Kalderdash saw an Unspeakable standing there. Likely the same one that had come to see the boy with Lord Potter and Lord Back and his son before. Harry looked that way too. It was rare someone said the Dark Lords name calmly. And rarer still they'd question his choice of name. Seeing a dark robed figure didn't put him at easy any, but the robes weren't like the Death Eaters. And he doubted one of them would have said that.

"I need to talk to Harry here alone for a bit." The cloaked wizard said cheerfully. When the healer seemed hesitant to leave he added, "I'm not here to kidnap him. I'd have already done that if I wanted too. And I promise not to tire him too much."

The healer still didn't seem happy but nodded. Looking over at Harry, he told him. "I'll be back in a little while."

Harry watched the Healer leave, and then looked at the dark figure uneasily. The calming effect the healer had been using might not have been doing much, but now that he was gone Harry no longer felt relaxed or at all safe. The only thing that kept him from protesting was he didn't think the healer would have left him alone with someone dangerous… Unless the healer had been charmed…

"Relax. You're thinking too much." The Unspeakable told him as he entered the room, closing the door behind him. Sitting at the chair the healer had used before he studied Harry for a few long minutes. During which Harry looked back, not that he could see much of the Unspeakable. His cowl left his face in deep shadows.

"I'm Peter, one of the Ministry's Unspeakables." The cloaked wizard suddenly informed Harry.

Harry had never seen an Unspeakable before, but he supposed the man looked enough like what they were said to look like, so Harry decided to believe him.

"And you're Harry James Potter?" Peter went on to ask.

"Yes…" Harry whispered, wondering why people kept asking his name.

"Well Harry, I have something to tell you that will probably be hard to believe." Peter told him. He waited a moment to see if Harry would say anything then told him, "You're in a new reality. One that as far as we can tell you don't already exist in. Or maybe just haven't been born yet." He muttered thoughtfully. "Hmmm… What year was it for you?" He asked curiously.

At first Harry didn't say anything. He just stared at the cloaked man thinking this was either the worst joke anyone could ever pull… or he was talking to someone crazy. But then paled as he remembered Voldemort saying he was getting rid of Harry… Not kill him, but get rid of him. A flash of memory come to him. Nothing really solid. Just laying in the center of a ring of black stones. And hissing chanting…

Swallowing, Harry shook his head and looked back at the Unspeakable. "Th..this isn't.. a joke…?"

"It isn't." Peter agreed. "But if you'd like I could tell you one?"

"Eh.." Harry just started at the dark figure.

"Not interested? Probably for the best." The Unspeakable told him with a shrug. "I really should be explaining what it'll mean for you being here." He told Harry in more serious tone.

"Are you… going to lock.. me up some..where?" Harry asked in a low horse whisper.

"Is there any reason I should?" Peter questioned back.

Harry blinked at being asked that. "I don't know…. I jusst…" Harry muttered. He really wasn't sure what might be done with someone, or thing, that came from a different dimension.

The Unspeakable nodded slowly. "You won't be locked up anywhere. We'd only do that if you'd be a danger to our world. I don't see any reason to fear you would be right now."

"What about… things I might kn..know?" Harry asked.

"I was about to get to that." Peter told him. Reaching into his robe he pulled out a large crystal. Or at least that's what Harry thought it was. He wasn't totally sure though as the inside seemed to be liquid and slowly swirled as he looked. "This is memory quarts." Peter said holding it so Harry could get a good look. "If I press it to either of your temples all your memories, knowledge, and experiences will be copied to the gem. Then we can go over everything at our own pace. And leave you free to live your life."

Harry wasn't sure he'd like all his memories copied, but he supposed it was better than having someone go though his mind to learn what they might want to know from him… "Does… it hurt?"

"It might feel a little funny, but it shouldn't hurt." Peter said. "After words you're memories might be sharper for a while though. Or you would recall things long forgotten."

Harry didn't much like the sound of that… there were a lot of things he'd not want to remember better, but nodded. Taking that as his ok to do this, the Unspeakable touched the memory quarts to his left temple. The gem softly glowed as it started to pull on and copy his memories. Like he'd been told, it didn't hurt, but Harry did find it very strange felling. His whole head tingled and he could almost see the memories as they were drawn out. Halfway through he closed his eyes, as it make it him a little dizzy to have them open.

The gem started with his earliest memories and went on from there. He only got feeling and sensations from those when he was a baby, but as they started to get older he got little flashes of things that had happened to him more and more. At first just things at the Dursleys, like sitting in his dark cupboard crying quietly all alone, or cleaning up after everyone around the house. He then got a little from his grade school mixed in, till he finally got to his Hogwarts years. Those memories were for the most part much happier for him. Though there were bad times there too…

His most recent memories, the graveyard and then waking up here were the last to flow through his mind. When the gem was done it stopped glowing and the Unspeakable pulled it away from his head. Harry didn't open his eyes though, as his memories of the night were a bit clearer now. He still couldn't remember everything, but he now remembered Snape having showed up after the torture and bits of the fight. And his death. For some reason that was now clear in his mind. After Snape was killed though, he still had only the vaguest recollection of a dark stone slab surrounded by dark pillars.

And a pain he didn't think he could ever describe.

"Harry?"

Opening his eyes Harry looked at the Unspeakable.

"Do you feel alright?" Peter questioned.

"Ye..yeah. I just … can remember more…" Harry told him.

Guessing at what Harry meant the Unspeakable nodded. He might have asked, but he'd learn what had happened by viewing the crystal. "I'm almost done, and then I'll leave you to rest. I just need to tell you a few things. The main being that while you're here, you'll be expected to follow the laws and ways of this reality. Things might be much the same or very different. I don't know. I'll sent you some stuff to read later to help with that." Peter told him.

"I also should tell you that you may never get back to your own reality." At this Harry looked worried. He may not like a lot about where he'd come from, but it was his home. "You're free to try it you want, but there's no known way to be sure of where you'll end up if you go dimension hopping."

"So I ended up here… by chance?" Harry asked.

"Yep." Peter agreed and stood up. When he got to the door though he looked back at Harry. "One last thing. It would be better not to tell too many people the truth about where you're from. I'd suggest making up a story based on your life though. Lies just get completed. I'm not the only one the knows you're from a differently reality though. Lord Potter, Lord Black, and his son, Orion also know about it. I'd imagine they'll come by to talk to you eventually."

Harry's eyes went wide in surprise to hear about that, and hardly much attention when Peter slipped out of the room. There were living Potters here? Did that mean that in a way, he had family here?

Harry wasn't sure how he felt about the possibility. He used to dream of a family member showing up and taking him away from the Dursleys. Those dreams were long sense dead though. And he couldn't help but fear the Potters here wouldn't want him around anymore then his Aunt and Uncle had… coming out of nowhere as he was.

…

The next morning William and his wife floo'd to St. Mungo's at nine in the morning. They'd received an Owl from Healer Kalderdash informing them Harry had woken up last night, but hadn't been able to go to the hospital right away. William had freed his time today though, so they had nothing preventing them from going to see Harry.

Entering the elevator they headed up to the green floor. On exiting they ran into Healer Kalderdash going about his rounds. He stopped for a moment to say hi.

"Good Morning Lord and Lady Potter." He greeted them.

"Good morning." William returned.

His wife nodded her head as well then asked. "How is Harry this morning?"

"He's doing well. Most of his injuries have healed now. There are only a few internal things and his broken arm needing to heal." He told them.

"Internal?" William questioned.

The healer nodded. "Some of the curses caused some deep bruising and slight damage to his organs. They're all healing well now though. I don't think there will be any kind of lasting problems." The healer told him. "I'll take you to see him, but then I should get back to work. If your still here when I've got more than a moment to talk, I'll come find you."

"Alright." William let the healer lead the way down the hall. When they got to Harry's room Healer Kalderdash knocked before opening it and looking in the room. Harry was sitting in bed looking at book. It and a couple others had arrived from the Unspeakable about twenty minutes ago.

"Harry, Lord and Lady Potter are here to see you." The healer told the black haired boy when he looked his way.

Nodding numbly Harry set the book down, about wizarding laws, and watched as the door open farther. An older handsome wizard of average height entered after him. He has well kept graying brown hair and short well trimmed beard that was also graying some. He was wearing fine burgundy robes that fit well on his broad chest.

Behind him was a taller kind looking witch of about the same age. Her hair was black hair was cut short. It was styled in a more causal manner then Harry might think a 'Lady' to have. She wore a well made, but also more casual looking sleeveless navy dress that went a little past her shapely knees.

They sat down in the chairs along the wall to the left of his bed. For a moment the three just looked at each other.

Harry had though he'd have a little more time before he meet them, and now that they were before him he didn't know what to say. Or think. They looked a lot older then he'd expected. Not that he'd really know what to expect.

"Hello… Mr. Po..., Uhmm..." As nervous as he was, Harry wasn't sure how to address the couple. Healer Kalderdash had introduced them by their titles. Something else that was throwing Harry off. In his own reality no one had referred to his family like that. That he knew of anyway. "Lord and La-" He tired, but was cut off.

"While it's just the three of us we can drop the formalities and titles Harry." William told him. "Just call me William. And this is my wife Eleanor."

"Alright…" Harry nodded slowly. "Hello William and Eleanor." He said. It felt weird using their first names though.

William smiled warmly. "Now that's out of the way, there something we need to talk about." William said as he studied Harry. "Do you know where you are?" He asked stressing the word a little.

"If you mean what the Unspeakable talked to me about, then yes sir… Er, William." Harry told him.

"Yes, that is what I mean." William agreed. Harry already knowing he wasn't in his own reality made this easier. "Have you thought about what this means? I'd like to talk to you about what you'll do after you're healed and leave the Hospital. Being under-aged by our laws you'll have to acquire a guardian or be adopted."

Harry nodded slowly, to show they could talk about it. But… "I hadn't really got around to thinking much about what I'll do. Or go…" He admitted. But now it was pointed out, he wasn't really surprised he would need one. Even back in his own reality he'd had a guardian. "Mostly I've just been trying to convince myself this really has happened, and I'm not still in a coma or something…"

The potters nodded in understanding, before Eleanor leaned forward a little. "My Husband and I have been thinking about it." She told him. "It's been on our minds sense you appeared in the Manor."

Surprised, Harry looked over at her. "I appeared in the… Potter Manor?" He hadn't even known there was a Potter Manor. Well at least in his reality he didn't' think there was anyway.

"Yes, and you gave us both a fright." William told him, remembered how they'd found Harry. "I'm glad that is where you ended up though. I'd hate to think what would have happened if you'd appeared out in the middle of a forest."

Harry paled a little at that though. He knew the only reason he was healing well was because he'd gotten to the hospital right away.

"But he didn't. So there's no need to think about what would have been's." Eleanor told them in a tone that said it wasn't worth worrying about.

Harry nodded and went back to what they'd been taking about. "Are you… thinking about becoming my guardian?" He asked William. Which him wanting to talk about Harry's future and knowing they'd been thinking about him sense he arrived in his reality it was one first things that Harry though William wanted to talk about.

William nodded. "Or maybe even adopt you."

"Why?" Harry asked before he could think better of it. But he really wanted to know. Was it just because his last name was Potter? Was it just because of a sense of duty? Because he might feel he had too? He didn't want to be with someone that had to take him in again… William and Eleanor seemed a lot better than his Aunt and Uncle, but he still didn't like it.

William studied Harry for a few moments before answering. The likely abuse Harry had likely suffered heavy on his mind. The guarded way Harry was acting was only making him believe they were right in suspecting it. "Because I would like to, Harry. It would make me and my wife happy if you came to live at the manor." He said gently. "Even before learned anything more about you, I had wanted to help you if I could. Learning you're a Potter only makes it easy for me to do that

"Oh…" Harry muttered. He didn't know what else to say. He really hadn't been expecting an answer like that. He wasn't used to someone that seemed to really care. The closest he'd had in his dimension as his two best friends and maybe Mrs. Weasley. But his friends were kids like him so it wasn't the same, and sometimes it felt weird when Rons mom tried to mother him.

"Harry?" Eleanor called his name gently. When he looked at her, she said. "You don't have to give your answer know. Just think about it, alright?"

Harry nodded then looked down at the cast on his left arm. He had something he wanted to ask. Something he couldn't get off his mind. Maybe it was just the differences between here and his own reality (and the fact he knew next to nothing about his family anyway), but Harry couldn't help but wonder if William and Eleanor really were his family here in this reality.

"Is there any way to be able to tell if the Potter family in this reality and the one in mine are the same?" Harry asked, still looking at the cast.

William studied Harry again before answering. The question was a good one, and something he, himself, wouldn't mind knowing. He just hoped the answer wouldn't make Harry decline there offer.

"I can think of a couple things we could do to try and find out." William told him nodding. "Before we do the more complicated stuff though, maybe you could just tell me a bit about the Potters of your reality? To see it names and such are the same." He suggested. He had two reasons to suggest it. It could be the easiest way to know if the Potters were the same, but also he might learn a little more about Harry this way.

"I… I don't really know much about them." Harry answered quietly. His lack of knowledge about his family had always bothered him. "All I know is most are dead really… I only know a little about my Parents even. James and Lily Potter. They were killed when I was a baby. I was given to my muggle aunt and-"

"You were raised in the muggle world?" William interrupted in a surprised voice.

"Yeah… They were my closest living relatives. And were I'd be safe from the followers of a madman." He said a little bitterly.

William just shook his head, and put aside the comment about a madman and followers for a moment. He could ask what he meant by that later. "Here muggles never raise magical children." He told Harry.

Looking up finally Harry stared at William. He wasn't sure if he should be upset about that or not. "What about muggle-borns? Are you saying they're taken away from there families?" Harry asked. His thoughts went to Hermione. He knew how much she loved her parents. He thought being taken away from them would be devastating to her.

"Unfortunate yes, they are taken away." William told Harry. He himself didn't completely approve of it, but did understand why the practice was started. "They're taken at a young age so they can adjust better. There's also been a charm invented to help all those that knew the child to accept they're gone and not grieve for too long."

"But why's it done?" Harry asked, shaking his head. "And where do all the kids go after their kidnapped?"

"It's done to keep them safe," William explained, "but also ensure they understand what they are. Magical children raised not understanding what their magic is often think there something wrong with them. They can hurt themselves thinking that. Or others might hurt them if they see them do something that should be possible. Once it wasn't uncommon for Muggles to might a magical child is possessed." Harry nodded at this. He himself hadn't understood what he could do as a child. He'd just known that odd things happened around him that made his Uncle call him a freak, and sometimes hit him before he was locked in his cupboard for it.

"As for where the children go, they're adopted out to wizarding families." William told Harry, pulling him out of his thoughs. "It's mostly the Half-bloods that adopt them though."

"Is there a lot of Pure-blood supremacy here?" Harry asked. The way William had said 'half-bloods' sounded like something one of the Malfoy's would have said. Just nicer is all.

William nodded slowly as he looked at Harry. He was beginning to think where he'd come from as quiet different. "Yes. The pure-blood familes are powerful here." He told Harry. Harry opened his mouth to ask why, before he could William said, "We can talk about that sometime later. You were telling me what you know about the Potters in your reality." He reminded.

"Right…" Harry nodded slowly. "Well, as I said I don't really know much. Everything my aunt and Uncle told me about my Parents was a lie. Till I went to Hogwarts I thought my father was a drunk that killed mom and him in a car accident. I… hadn't even known I was a wizard till then." He added quietly. Just why he wasn't sure.

William was appalled at what he was hearing, his wife as well, but they kept it from showing. "What do you know about them that's not a lie?" He asked in a controlled voice. Before when Harry had mentioned his father's name was James, William had immediately thought of his own son. If they were the same then there were some obvious differences between this realties and Harry's though. Here James wouldn't marry a muggle born. In fact he had an arranged marriage sense he was five with Abigail Soaryn, who was a few years younger than he was. And more obviously was the fact James wasn't old enough to have a child Harry's age yet.

"Most of what I know is about my dad." Harry said thinking. "I've been told I look a lot like him. Just that I have my mother's eyes… I been told he was a brave and selfless kind of man, but also a prankster. I've also been told though that he was a arrogant and conceited. I'm not sure how much I believe that though…" He muttered. It had been Snape that claimed that after all. "His best friends were Remus Lupin, Sirius Black, and… Peter Pettigrew." He added, hesitating on mentioning Peter.

They didn't know who Remus or Peter were, but William and his wife most definitely know who Sirius was. He was his son best friend here, and at their home often during the summer.

"Do you know much about Sirius Black?" Eleanor asked, thinking that might tell them a little more. And she was a little curious to know if he was a trouble maker there too.

"Yeah, He's my Do… Godfather." Harry almost called him his Dogfather. It was a joke between him a Sirius. In one of his letters he'd proclaimed himself that.

"Wait… If you had a Godfather, then why did you go to your Muggle relatives?" William questioned.

"Because he'd been sent to Azkaban." Harry replied unhappily.

William just stared for a moment. Sirius in Azkaban? Ok the Sirius here and the one from Harry's reality could be very different, but he still had a hard time imagining it. He was beginning to wonder if somehow the Potter family in Harry's reality had gotten cursed... Realizing Harry had stopped talking, he motioned for him to keep going.

"I didn't really know much about Sirius till last year." Harry admitted. "In my third year, he'd broken out of prison." Here both William and Eleanor looked a surprised, people didn't just brake out of that prison after all, but neither interrupted this time. "After getting free Sirius made his way to Hogwarts. Everyone thought he wanted to kill me so the security was tightened around the school." Harry said, shuddering a little at remembering the Dementors.

William just shook his head. "This is starting to turn into a tale I think…"

"Yeah… my life has been rather, insane…" Harry agreed.

"I think it might be better to hear it later, when were some place more comfortable and privet then a hospital room. If you feel up to sharing." Eleanor said, and her husband nodded in agreement. He had heard more than enough at the moment. Sadly he couldn't tell from it if the Potter families were the same for sure, though he strongly suspected they were.

"I think my wife is right. I think it could take a while to hear, and I don't want to over exert you." William said and looked at Harry to see if they'd worn him out. He seemed a little tired, but not as much as he could have been. "From what I did learn, I think the Potters might be the same." He told Harry. "My sons name is James, and his best friend is Sirius Black. They're both still in school though."

"Could I have gone back in time too?" Harry muttered, mostly to himself, remembering how the Unspeakable had asked him what year it had been for him. "What year is it?" He asked more clearly, looked at the other two. "It was 1994 in my reality."

That confirmed Williams's thoughts that the time was different as well. "It's 1977 here."

Maybe it was because everything was already crazy, but Harry just nodded his head and accepted he was sort of in the past. He wondered if it really counted as it wasn't his own reality and there for wasn't going back with the chance to mess stuff up.

"Would you still like me to try and find out if the families are the same?" William asked, pulling Harry out of his thoughts about Paradoxes.

"Yeah, if there is a way that's not too much trouble." Harry told him.

"It won't be." William told him. "I'll just need to brew a potion so I can prepare a special piece of parchment is all. It'll only take a few days." The parchment for the Blood-heirity spell he was thinking of had to be soaked in the potion just before the spell was cast. The parchment went bad after four hours if not used. That was the only difficulty of the spell and why he couldn't just go get a ready to use sheet and have a full list of Harry's family to show him now.

"Well, I think that covers most of what we wanted to talk to you about." Eleanor told him with a smile. "Would you like us to leave and let you rest awhile? Or would you maybe like us to say a while longer?" She asked. His resemblance to her son was making her want to mother Harry some, but she didn't want to make him uncomfortable either. He had only meet them today after all.

"Umm… you can stay if you'd like." Harry told them after a moment of though. If he did end up living with them, then Harry should get used to having them around.

"Alright." Eleanor smiled and asked. "Do you like animals much?" She herself loved them, and the Manor had her few animals wondering the halls. It was something she was used to in her maiden home and ended up bringing to the Manor. William didn't totally share her love of animals, but she had gotten him into Falconry.

"I suppose…" Harry said with a shrug. "I don't like dogs a whole lot, but I had loved Hedwig, my Owl." Harry told her. Sirius was the only 'dog' Harry liked, and he was sure his Godfather didn't exactly count.

Eleanor frowned a little at that. James familiar was a half Crup German shepherd. Harry off course would need to like the dog, but she hoped it would be an issue for him to have it around. "Any reason you don't like dogs?" She asked.

Harry nodded slowly, but didn't say right away. He wondered how much he wanted to share. He'd already said a lot more than he normally would have to someone he'd only meet. Something about the older couple made him talk to them though. Maybe it was the fact they seemed to really want to know, and cared.

"My uncle's sister, who I had to call Aunt Marge, used to let her bulldogs chase me around… Everyone though it was funny so no one tried to stop it. When I was nine she let her favorite dog chase me up a tree and didn't call it off till past midnight…"

William was starting to grow angry again. But he kept his face schooled as he didn't Harry to notice. He truly wanted to know what was wrong with the dimension Harry was from though… He doubted anything Harry had said even scratched the surface of the abuse he'd suffered through.

Eleanor though showed a little of what she was feeling. "That's… things will be different here Harry." She promised him. "If you come stay with us, I promise you you'll never need to fear the animals at the Manor."

Looking away, Harry nodded. He was beginning to think maybe he did want to William and Eleanor as his guardians in this reality. That they cared about a boy the hardly knew anything about was still strange to him. He was far too used to people being nice to him (when they didn't hate him) because of the scar on his head, and not really care about Harry himself. William and Eleanor knew nothing of his famous scar though. And that made him feel they did care about him all the more.

"You said you had an Owl?" Eleanor asked. "Would you tell me about it?"

Looking back Harry nodded. "She was a snowly Owl I got from Hagrid for my eleventh birthday." He told her, and on Eleanor's prompting told her more about the owl. He didn't realize, but he told them about her, just as one might tell about a really close friend. This made Eleanor smile though as she listened and asked him a detail now and then.

Harry continued talking about Hedwig and then a little about Crookshanks, after he'd mentioned his friends cat. Eleanor had wanted to know if he liked cats much. He had told her he didn't mind them. He supposed he might even like them a bit. He hadn't minded all the cats Ms Figg had at her place. They'd never chased him around after all, only wanted to be petted when they felt like it.

He was still talking about Hermione's odd cat when a knock on the door to his room interrupted them. All three looked over at the door when it opened. It was Healer Kalderdash, "I hope I'm not interrupting, but Lord Slytherin-Black has come to take a look at the parselscript on Harry's chest."

"It's no problem." William said nodding to the healer and the man with him. Harry though was starting wide eyed.

Behind the healer was a tall handsome wizard in dark black and green embroidered robes that didn't look to be much older than his thirties. His jet black hair was cut short, but not too short. His hair was a little wavy and the cut took an advantage of that. The man's eyes were a dark brown, but Harry almost expected them to turn blood red. He might be older now, but Harry recognized the man from the diary he'd destroyed in his second year.

Tom Riddle, the man that would be better known as Voldemort in his reality, had just walked into his hospital room.

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AN- Well here's the next chapter. I hope it's good and you'll forgive me for the cliffhanger at the end. Blame the same evil plot bunny then demanded Snape show up and then die after trying to recuse Harry in the Prologue.

Thank you Lientjuhh, Dovah, and Janna for reviewing. It always make me happy to hear the reads like what I'm writing.

*Looks at view bottom then at the readers with puppy eyes* Please tell me what you though of this chapter. Even if it is to rant at my evil little plot bunny ;3
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