Harry was once told that there was only good and evil in the world.

He was also told that there was no good or evil, only power.

But the more Harry thought about it, he knew that neither of them was true.

There were only two types of people in the world.

The people who were screwed.

And the people who were fucked.

Harry was both.

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Harry groaned loudly. It felt like his entire body was on fire. So much pain. He tried to open his eyes but everything around him was just blurry. He couldn’t make out anything, he immediately tried to feel around, looking for his glasses before he remembered he didn’t need them anymore. The pain stopped him from making any real movements, it immobilized him.

The pain purified him.

Harry could normally handle pain, but not this much pain, when he couldn’t hold on any longer, he fell unconscious once more.

000

Harry Potter awoke once more. This time, his entire body felt numb. He felt no pain, his vision was unmistakably clear. He looked at his surroundings. He seemed to be on some sort of balcony. He slowly made his way to his feet. He brushed down his clothes, freeing them of dust before looking over the edge of the balcony. Harry gasped at what he saw.

It felt like Harry was in space, although he wasn’t because he was breathing just fine. The area around the balcony was pitch black, but there were dots (Which looked like stars” dotted around the area. Harry heard a footstep behind him; he spun around drawing his wand ready to defend himself.

When Harry turned around he saw the second thing in a matter of minutes to make him gasp. Standing before him seemed to be a figure made up of pure ethereal light. It didn’t look like the figure had no body, no real form. Harry was sure the figure couldn’t touch, feel…love.

“Who are you?” the figure demanded, although Harry was sure it would do no good, he kept his wand raised.

“Who are you?” Harry shot back.

“How did you get here?” the mystery figure roared, ignoring Harry’s question.

“How about you answer my original question first” Harry replied, his eyes narrowed. He wasn’t yet sure if he was in danger or not, but Harry knew better than not to take any chances. The figure took a step forward and Harry automatically took a step back.

“STOP” the figure shouted, “Your going to fall” the figure said in a quieter voice once it saw that Harry had stopped. Harry took a quick glance over his shoulder and saw that he was dangerously close to the edge of the balcony.

“What’s down there?” he asked, his eyes once again focusing on the figure in front of him.

“Dead space” the figure answered, Harry threw the figure a What the hell? Look, the figure saw this and continued speaking, “It is the nothingness, the space between world’s, some call it…hell”

“Right” Harry said uncertainly, he took the tiniest of steps forward, “And this is…where?” Harry asked, using his free hand to point toward the ground, signalling the balcony they were standing on.

“The gate” the figure responded simply.

“And the gate is...?”

“An exit” the figure responded vaguely, “Or an entrance”

“Helpful” Harry muttered, still holding his wand he asked the question he had been scared to ask. “Am I dead?”

The figure gave Harry a curious look, “Do you think your dead?”

“Well” Harry began, “The last thing I remember was a killing curse coming right at me and I end up here, with…something that shouldn’t exist which started talking about hell. So yes, I think I’m dead” If Harry would have guessed what the mystery being would have looked like laughing, it would have been like this. “Are you laughing at me?” Harry asked, his eyes narrowed once more and he raised his wand a little higher, ready to use it at any time.

“Yes I am” the figure replied simply, Harry must have been crazy because he was seriously considering cursing the mystery being. “No you are not dead” Harry felt the weight that had been on his shoulders lift a little, however he didn’t lower his wand and he didn’t show his relief.

“You didn’t answer my original question” Harry stated, “Who are you?” he said maybe a little harshly.

“I am a protector” the figure answered simply once again.

“I said name, not some sort of strange title” Harry responded, the figure’s glanced toward Harry’s wand for a second then returned to Harry’s face.

“Why do you use that?” the figure asked, ignoring Harry.

“What?”

“The wand” Harry looked toward his wand and glanced around his surroundings. Everything felt so powerful here, so…magical, and his wand felt so…weak.

Harry shrugged, “I dunno” he answered truthfully, “I just do. What’s a protector?” he asked remembering he still had no idea who the figure was.

“A protector protects” the figure replied vaguely again.

“Protects what?” Harry asked.

“World’s” the figure replied vaguely again, Harry was about to ask again but the figure started speaking again before, “Look around you Harry. Every light you see. That’s a world” Harry looked around and saw thousands…no millions of lights around him. Harry was amazed.

“All of them?” Harry asked.

“Yes Harry” the figure said, “But this is just one of the billions of gates. Each one has a protector to watch over the whole of creation.”

“Right and…” Harry paused as a thought flickered across his mind, his lifted his wand higher and tensed his arm muscles, ready for anything, “How the hell did you know my name?”

The figure seemed like it was laughing, Harry’s eyes narrowed once more, “You’re arrival here has been predicted for many millennia. The first mortal to arrive at the gate, Harry James Potter” Harry had heard what he said, but it didn’t really register straight away. Instead he was concentrating on the figure…the protector. He tightened his fingers around his wand.

“Were you just laughing at me?” he questioned dangerously. The figure looked like it was laughing even more.

“Didn’t you listen to a word I just said?” the protector asked.

Harry waved his hand dismissively, “First mortal, many millennia yada yada. You didn’t answer my question, were you laughing at me?”

“It seems the prophecy’s and legends were correct about you” the figure said, “Fearless.” Harry’s curiosity got the better of him.

“What legend about me?” Harry asked, “I’m sixteen. How could you have possibly heard a legend about me?”

“Time isn’t a straight line Harry” the protector “It’s a continuous enigma. It’s almost impossible to explain to a mortal” Harry’s eyebrows raised at the last comment and he couldn’t help but feel a little insulted, “You will understand what I’m talking bout in time Harry”

“I thought you said time wasn’t a straight line?” Harry questioned,

“It’s not it’s just…it’s not important” the figure replied getting a little bit annoyed. Harry felt a little pleased with him getting this reaction from the figure. It made the figure seem less powerful and intimidating.

“So, what does this prophecy say?” Harry asked, “I mean, I doubt it could be good, I don’t seem to have good experiences with prophecies” he mumbled.

“Oh Harry. There were many prophecy’s, all vague and all virtually useless” the protector answered, “But the legends and stories are something else…they are simply incredible”

Harry raised an eyebrow, “Well what are the Legends and stories?” Harry asked.

“Wouldn’t it be more fun for you to live through it?” the protector questioned.

“If you call almost dying countless times fun” he muttered under his breath, just then something incredible happened. A powerful wind blew through the gate, startling the two occupants.

Well, wind was the wrong word. Something told him that there was no wind at the gate, that there was no rain, or heat or weather at all. It’s like none of the natural forces didn’t apply here. The gate was more than the weather; it was more than nature itself.

But there was no denying the gust of magic that suddenly swept through the air. There was something undeniably…evil about the magic. Not much scared Harry anymore, but even he found the magic uncomfortable, there was a storm approaching, and both Harry and the protector seemed to realise it.

“Err…I’m guessing that wasn’t good” Harry stated, looking in all directions to see if he could find the source of the disturbance. He found nothing.

“Harry you must go” the protector said urgently,

“Okay” Harry replied, “Just point me to the direction of my own world and I’ll be on my way”

The protector looked at Harry unnervingly, “What if your destiny belongs on another world?”

“My destiny is my own” Harry replied shrugging, “It doesn’t rule me. If I can’t make my own choices, then I am nobody. Plus there’s a little Voldemort problem back n my world that I have to deal with” The protector seemed to laugh again.

“The magic you produced killed the one you call Voldemort” the protector replied. Harry’s eyebrow shot upwards, he knew he should feel glad, relived, but something told him that this was just the beginning, and that it would be a long time before Harry was free of destiny and fate.

The same gust of wind…no magic swept through the gate once more. An odd chill…an odd impossible chill past in the gate, Harry tightened his grip on his wand once more, ready for anything.

“What is that?” Harry asked, still looking around for any source of danger.

“The darkness” the protector replied vaguely,

“Like Voldemort?”

“Think bigger…badder” the protector paused as the magic hit the two again, it was getting ever so stronger each time. The hairs on the back of Harry’s neck stood on end. “Think, stronger. Much stronger”

Harry sighed as a scary thought just occurred to him, “This big bad bully you call the darkness. It doesn’t want anything to do with me does it?”

The protectors eyes fell to the floor, “I thought so” Harry answered his own question.

“You must fulfil your destiny Harry” the protector said, Harry was barely listening to him; his mind was working on overload.

“That window. The one that brought me here, did you create it?” Harry asked, his eyes narrowing.

“No I didn’t” The protector replied, “Can’t you feel it Harry? The prison that held the darkness has collapsed, the magic that binds the universe is collapsing. Can’t you feel it?” Harry eyebrows shot up, he didn’t understand any of that, but he filed it away in his brain for later use. “Of course you can’t. Not yet anyway” Another pulse of dark magic pulsated through the gate, this time it was strong, so strong that it almost knocked Harry of his feet. Harry could see the protector looked…worried.

“What the hell is that?” Harry asked, spinning around with his wand out, ready for any enemy to emerge from the darkness, none did.

“You must leave Harry” the protector said, “NOW”

“Where do I go?” Harry was shocked that the protector looked so panicked, but now, Harry could feel it. It was so evil, so strong…it made Voldemort seem like a big bully in a small playground. Maybe that’s all he was.

“I’m sorry Harry” the protector said, “It’s for the greater good”

“Sorry for what?” Harry asked, the protector ignored him.

“Find out what happened on the Burning Plains Harry” the protector continued, “It will tell you what you need to know”

“What do you mean? Why can’t you tell me?” Harry asked frantically, “ANSWER ME. WHY AM I HERE”

The protector didn’t respond to Harry’s outburst, it just continued to look apologetic, “I’m so sorry Harry. I hope one day you will forgive me. I hope one day you will understand” Before Harry could ask what he meant, The protector thrust his hand outward, showing Harry. There was a mark on it’s hand.

A lightening bolt.

The tiniest of moments later, a swirl of magic erupted around Harry, the magic encased him so he became immobile. Harry couldn’t remember how it looked, or how it felt. He could only remember one thing.

It hurt.

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The Protector thrust his hand outward and released the magic that only Protectors could control. A bright light immobilised Harry, the magic the protector had released swirled around the boy in a blaze.

For the greater good.

The protector knew from past experience that what the boy was going through now would hurt the boy, but the had to keep telling himself, it was for the greater good. But he couldn’t help but question, was it? Was it really?

Was subjecting the boy the life he would now live for the greater good, it had to be. There was too much at stake, to much to do, to little time.

The protector lifted his right hand and swept downwards, another powerful burst of magic swept through his hand and a hole appeared out of no where. It was like the one the boy had originally walked through, it was similar, not the same. The hole the boy had walked through was...perfect. It was specifically designed to lead to a specific place at a specific point in time, not even the protectors had that sort of power, and they could only make holes with rough estimations.

Somebody was playing a game with Harry Potter, and The Protector had a pretty good idea who.

Pushing his thoughts aside he lifted the defenceless Harry and literally flung Harry through the hole.

“Please forgive me” he muttered as he sent the boy away to face his destiny. He did so just in time as he felt it. Any light being could feel the presence of such darkness. With a thought he closed the hole and turned around, this time to meet his fate.

And sure enough, even through the darkness, he could see the two pinpricks of evil itself in the darkness.

The figure approached with an aura of power radiating of him. The one who had spent an eternity in a prison, only released from the makings of a God.

The figure moved with speed, he wasn’t walking nor running. He was simply moving. The anger was present in the black eyes, so much anger it made the Protector take a fearful step backwards.

He closed his eyes, and took a breath. Mistake.

He opened his eyes to see the figure standing before him, still shrouded in darkness.

“Where is he?” he demanded although his tone was soft and quiet.

“Gone” The Protector answered bravely.

“Tell me where he is?” the figure demanded again, although his tone or volume never changed, there was no denying the threat hidden in his words.

“No” The protector replied, this was his fate. He was going to pay the price for his defiance. But the Protector knew that his death may be the catalyst for salvation.

“Then so be it” A purple light shot out through the darkness it closed in around The Protector, the body that was once pure ethereal light seemed to vibrate for a split second, before it burst and split the light in a millions of different of pieces. The Protector was no longer there to protect.

The figure emerged from the darkness and walked to the edge of the gate. From there he looked out onto the billions of lights, each of which signified a whole world.

“Peek a boo Potter” it whispered, “I will find you”

000

For Harry Potter, enemies were always close by.

Weather it was the Dursleys or Voldemort, Harry would never escape it.

But what do you do if your enemy wasn’t something you could fight, what if your greatest enemy was destiny and fate itself.

Harry Potter was an enigma himself. He survived things he shouldn’t be able to. Faced things which would have made a grown wizard freeze with fear. And most importantly, he had ability to do the impossible. And that’s what Harry had just done once more.

Harry opened his eyes, and immediately grunted in pain and shut them again. Every inch of his body was throbbing in pain, he couldn’t move. Harry briefly wondered what had happened before the memories came flooding back to him, he remembered the gate, the protector and that evil magical wind. After another second the pain that was passing through Harry’s body subsided, it was still their, but Harry felt he could ignore it. He opened his eyes, he was in Hogsmeade.

He wasn’t just in Hogsmeade; he was in the exact same place he had left. He slowly got to his feet, his muscles aching while he did. Once he was able to get to his feet and he was sure he wasn’t going to fall back down again, he finally took note of his surroundings.

Yes, he was in Hogsmeade. But something was different, the air felt different, he knew it sounded crazy, but it did. Harry reached into his pocket and silently thanked that he had shrunk his trunk into his pocket with all his possessions, he quickly pulled out a bag full of gold and a hooded top. He shrunk the trunk and placed it back in his pocket and threw the hooded top over his head. It was night time; at a guess, Harry would have said it was about ten o’clock at night.

Harry sighed; his instincts were telling him there was something wrong. And Harry’s instincts were usually correct. He walked quickly until he got to the familiar sight of the Three Broomsticks. Harry knew something wasn’t right, and that was partly the reason why he didn’t walk straight into Hogwarts.

He entered the pub and there was a sight that almost made his heart stop beating.

He knew the air felt different.

There and the counter of the pub was the friendly bar tender, Rosmerta. While Rosmerta wasn’t exactly the prettiest thing to look at, it wasn’t this which worried Harry. It was the fact that before the whole gate debacle, Harry had watched Rosmerta die. She also looked younger than Harry had ever seen her, it was just Harry’s luck, and it was a Friday.

Harry had a weird thing with days of the week; bad things always seemed to happen to him on Fridays. Mondays and Wednesdays were usually good, but Harry must have been the only sixteen year old to dread Fridays.

Harry breathed deeply before stepping into the pub. What Harry noticed was that everyone kept themselves to themselves. The noise level in the pub was so low that Harry could hear himself breath. What worried Harry even more was that the Boy Who Lived had just walked into a crowded pub and no one had given him a second glance. Usually that would be just fine for Harry but today it just made his whole situation.

“Bloody Fridays” he muttered under his breath. He walked quickly to the counter where he saw Rosmerta standing alone. Their was discarded Daily Prophet on the counter beside her.

“What can I get you sir?” Rosmerta said when she saw him,

“A butterbeer please” Harry answered, Rosmerta nodded and went to get Harry’s drink, Harry picked up the Prophet and looked on the front page, what he saw made his heart sink.

1976

He was in the past, that damn Protector had sent him into the past. But why? His parents were here, he could meet them, get to know them, he could change the future, defeat Voldemort once and for all before I was ever born, and there were endless possibilities. It was then Harry eyes dropped down to the headline.

THE DARK LORD BEGINS INVASION OF POLAND.

Harry’s heart sank even more, not because Voldemort was killing. That madman killed as if it was some kind of sport. No, it was that during the summer he had spent as much time learning about the first war as possible, so he knew what tactics Voldemort was likely to use. So he knew for a fact that in the first war, Voldemort had only attacked England. With a start he realised this wasn’t his world. It was a different world, similar albeit, about twenty years in the past.

“I’m not in Kansas anymore” he muttered to himself.

“Excuse me sir” Harry’s head shot up to see that Rosmerta was back. “That will be one galleon” Harry fished around his money back before he pulled out the correct amount of money and handed it to Rosmerta.

“Oh and is there any chance for a room for tonight?” Harry asked (I’m assuming the Three Broomsticks is like the Leaky Cauldron).

“Sure but I’ll need your name and ten galleons in advantage” Rosmerta said.

Harry thought quickly, “Sure, I’m Harry Granger” he made up quickly and he handed Rosmerta the correct amount of change.

“Thank you Mr Granger, its room three” Rosmerta said, handing Harry a key before walking away to serve another customer. Harry drank the rest of his drink in silent contemplation before stalking away to his room for the night.

000

Harry barely slept that night, well that wasn’t surprising. But he lay in his room thinking all night. Thinking about his situation, his options, about what he had to do now, trying to come up with a plan. He came up with absolutely nothing.

Harry eventually rolled out of his bed at six in the morning and took a quick shower. He threw on a black pair of jeans and a plain white t-shirt, still happy that his trunk had travelled with him.

He had spent a large portion of the night worrying about his friends. He knew he shouldn’t, that wall he built should have protected them from the battle but it didn’t stop him from worrying. Eventually Harry pushed away those thoughts; however selfish it sounded he had to worry about his own situation now. He was stuck in a foreign world with no way to get home and his only advice was to look up the Burning Plains.

Harry had never even heard of the Burning Plains.

The only coherent thought that crossed his mind was for him to speak to Dumbledore, if anybody could help him, then the headmaster could. But the Dumbledore of this world didn’t know him, why would Dumbledore meet with an unknown sixteen year old? Luckily for Harry, he never had to handle that problem.

As soon as he walked downstairs into the pub, he noticed there were only two people in the pub. Rosmerta and a much younger looking Dumbledore. Harry grinned to himself.

He had just found a new reason to love Saturday’s.

He stepped into the main area of the pub where Rosmerta greeted him politely. Dumbledore glanced at Harry and his gaze was filled with curiosity…suspicion. It was then Harry remembered one of the last things Voldemort had said to him.

Voldemort told him that everybody who had had a magical charge could just tell when somebody else had, Harry kicked himself for forgetting.

Harry greeted Rosmerta back and took a seat with his back to Dumbledore, well aware that he was still watching him.

“Who is he?” Dumbledore asked queitly, so queitly that Harry had to strain to hear him.

“Said his name was Harry Granger. Wanted a room for the night” Rosmerta’s facial features scrunched up, “Why, is he dark” she said in an accusing manner.

“Why don’t you ask me” Harry said loudly enough that the two adults turned to face him.

“Excuse me” Dumbledore said politely, excusing himself from the conversation with Rosmerta. The headmaster stood up and began to walk over to Harry but Rosmerta grabbed a hold of the old wizard’s sleeve.

“I will not have Dark wizards in my pub” she said defiantly, Harry grinned, who would have thought it. Harry bloody Potter being accused of being a Dark Wizard. Of course he wasn’t Harry Potter here, he was Harry Granger.

“Of course” Dumbledore said before continuing his walk over to Harry’s table, before he sat across from Harry. Dumbledore looked at Harry politely, but Harry could still see the suspicion in his eyes.

“Good morning, do you mind?” he asked, motioning toward the seat, Harry shook his head.

“Be my guest” Harry responded.

“Sorry I didn’t introduce myself. I am Albus Dumbledore, Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry” Dumbledore said, “And you are…?”

“Harry Granger” Harry replied shaking the aged wizards hand, “But you already know that considering Rosmerta just told you”

“Of course” Dumbledore responded, “But with the times were in, people could be forgiven for suspecting other people of being less then truthful” Dumbledore answered. Harry could only agree, “Forgive me, but I’ve never seen you before. I may be old but my memory is intact and I’ve never heard of the name Granger before?”

Harry smiled, “I’m a half blood, mum was muggleborn” he replied.

“Right…but it’s obvious that you know of the magical world. Yet you didn’t attend Hogwarts” Dumbledore stated, it was a question disguised behind a statement.

“There are other ways to learn about magic” he replied vaguely. Dumbledore’s eyes darkened for a split second, it was only then Harry realised how that statement would have sounded.

“Yes, unfortunately there are…other ways” Dumbledore replied, “But it must have been harder after one has been through a magical charge” The older wizard waited for some sort of reaction from Harry, shock…surprise…fear.

Harry just smiled, he expected this was coming.

“Professor Dumbledore, I’m going to be honest with you” Harry began, “I need your help” Dumbledore’s eyebrows raised a little but other than that the headmaster gave no reaction.

“It’s rather unwise to give help out to strangers in these…difficult times. Don’t you agree Harry?” Dumbledore said before adding, “I can call you Harry?”

“Of course” Harry said dismissively, “But I have…information that you may need. I can prove that I’m trustworthy”

Dumbledore’s eyes slightly narrowed, “Who are you?”

“An ally” Harry replied simply, “An ally who is need of help”

Dumbledore sat back in his chair and surveyed the boy in front of him, “My instincts are telling me to trust you Harry. Which is saying something about a stranger in a time of war. But I know nothing about you, yet there is something…different about you” Dumbledore thought for a moment, “But something tells me if I was to press you for information now, you would close up on me. Yet your magical abilities from your magical charge would be, let’s say…useful to the other side” Dumbledore said but Harry had a feeling he was mostly talking to himself.

Harry showed Dumbledore his left forearm, which was without a Dark Mark, “Helpful” he offered.

“Not all Voldemort’s followers have been marked” Dumbledore said gravely, Harry nodded. “Someone who has had a magical charge is most rare Harry, in fact only three other people in the last centaury have had one” Harry’s ears perked up at the last part.

Three?

In Harry’s world it was just him, Voldemort and Dumbledore, which meant there must be someone else on this world that has had a magical charge.

“What is it you want help with Harry?” Dumbledore asked after a moments thought. Harry sighed; he had already made his decision.

“I need you to let me go to Hogwarts” he stated, Dumbledore did show a little surprise this time.

“And why would you need to do that?”

Harry sighed, “I have no where else to go, my parents and my guardians are dead” At Dumbledore’s significant look, he added, “Death Eaters”

Dumbledore bowed his head respectively, “My apologises” he muttered, “But something tells me there is more” he inquired,

“Have you ever heard of the Burning Plains professor?” he asked suddenly, Dumbledore’s face scrunched up in thought, “Any time I have ever asked about the words the Burning Plains I have always had the same answer” Harry leaned forward eagerly,

“And what’s that?”

“To never mention that place again” Dumbledore finished gravely, Harry’s heart fell. What could have been so bad for people to not want to talk about it? “Harry it is useless asking for any questions on the subject. Few know about it, most have died and the others are insane. But I doubt that’s going to stop you” Dumbledore finished. He looked at Harry serenely for a moment,

“I need your word Harry” Dumbledore began, “I need you to swear on your magic that your not in anyway aligned with Voldemort, do not agree with his methods and that you are not a Dark Wizard” Harry nodded.

“I swear on my magic that I am not in anyway aligned with Voldemort, I do not agree with his methods and I am not a Dark Wizard” Harry repeated, once he did, Dumbledore smiled.

“Well then Harry” Dumbledore said, “I think I can offer you a place at Hogwarts”

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