Meeting with Lord Harry

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Dark-Harry woke up with a start, ready to face Voldemort. So quickly that he felt a bit dizzy. He had barely walked a few meters when he almost fell. He had never felt like this before. His body seemed more agile, less hunched than usual. And why did the ground seem so far away? And why was he so cold? Wait, what do you mean, the ground is far away? He looked around. He was standing in the middle of an unknown street in a large city littered with filth, during what looked like the beginning of a summer day (but which felt curiously freezing to him).

He approached an old car parked in front of the driveway and incredulously touched it to ensure that all this was real. The cold metal made him shiver. He wondered where he was and why he had ended up here when from the door of the house in front of which he stood, he heard a voice lovingly calling a certain Ryan for breakfast.

Immediately, all his questions vanished from his mind and he rushed inside the house as quickly as he could. He had no recollection of this voice, but he instinctively knew to whom it belonged. His dearest wish was granted and for the first time in his life, he finally had a home to return to. For the first time in his life, he was coming home.

Dark-Harry hastily opened the door and rushed into the vestibule of the unknown house. He dashed through the sumptuous hall covered in paintings without even noticing they were moving and hurried to the first door on the right, which led to a large cavernous room with rough stone walls, mostly occupied by a large table illuminated by a crystal chandelier and a vast fireplace where a strange creature was cooking bacon.

But what really caught his attention were the three people seated around the table in front of a hearty breakfast. There was a woman of great beauty with fiery hair who was staring at him strangely with her large green eyes, an athletic man with unruly brown hair similar to his own in his forties who looked a lot like him, whose mischievous gaze was hidden by thick glasses, running his hand through the hair of a 14-year-old boy who, despite the age difference, could have been his twin (except that he would never have displayed such a confident expression, nor rejected the signs of affection from his father).

He had dreamed of this scene so much that he didn't even think. Without a word, he rushed towards the red-haired woman and hugged her with all his might. He didn't even have time to realize what was happening when he was violently pushed against the wall and his head hit a piece of furniture where pots were hanging, which fell on him from the force of the impact. The pain he felt at the back of his head from the impact was familiar to him. That wasn't the case for the one that gripped his heart when, without caring if he was okay, his mother scolded him:

How dare you steal the attention due to Ryan, you dirty snake? After everything my baby has been through.

Why haven't you left for Remus's place yet? added James Potter with a sort of disgust before turning his attention back to his other son, who seemed embarrassed by his parents' reaction but did not oppose them at all.

For what seemed to him like the umpteenth time that day, Dark-Harry lost control of his emotions and ran out of the room under the indifferent gaze of James and Lily Potter, who were far too busy pampering theirSon's favorite: Ryan Potter the survivor, who was anxiously watching the departure of his twin brother sorted into Slytherin: Harry Potter.

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At first, Harry Dursley had been very happy to be alive again (and to have regained his 14-year-old body), to pay attention to what Dark-Harry was doing. Then he heard screams coming from the magnificent manor in front of him which, despite several spells meant to conceal it, reeked of dark magic. He swore, wondering if his friend Cedric Diggory had felt this sense of weariness every time he had to pull him out of trouble. No, he hadn't been in danger that often (across dimensions, he heard the ghost of Cedric Diggory choke with indignation at this blatant lack of good faith).

Without further ado, Harry Dursley rushed inside the manor through the still-open door, just in time to intercept his double leaving the kitchen like a cannonball.

Stop, you won't go anywhere. Harry Dursley said, grabbing his double by the arm.

Harry Dursley then felt a wand pointed at his neck and a mark burned him. He was about to use wandless magic to repel the opportunist when a voice that haunted his nightmares threatened him:

That's exactly what I was going to say.

Jenny! yelled Harry Dursley as he turned to face the young girl, much taller than he remembered, who was staring at him menacingly.

Stupefy!

Harry Dursley blocked with a shield he summoned with one hand.

Jenny, it's me, Harry.

But for only response she used her wand to cast a Sonorus and shout:

With the help of the Death Eaters, they infiltrated.

Immediately, the house seemed to echo with the sound of running, and before he had time to react, they were surrounded by a small army of wands. Among the wizards threatening them, most of the faces were unfamiliar to him, but he had no trouble identifying the two wizards who had joined Jenny Nott and were now flanking her as if to act as her bodyguards. First, there was Lucas Cross, Jenny Nott's childhood Muggle-born friend (Jenny's mother had unsuccessfully attempted to flee her Death Eater brother when he learned that her daughter's father was a Muggle). Both had been his best friends until they were killed by the Slytherin monster during his first year at Hogwarts. As a result, seeing them both alive and a few years older provoked a strong emotion in him.

The second wizard he identified without difficulty was none other than his double from this world who was staring at him with green eyes from which emanated a silent threat of death towards him. Although the term double might be an exaggeration. Indeed, as when he looked at Dark-Harry, he saw subtle differences that stood out even more to him because the rest of their person seemed to be a perfect replica of himself. Unlike him or Dark-Harry, this double bore the haughty air and confident posture he had only seen in his world with certain purebloods like Draco Malfoy. He also noticed with jealousy that his face appeared unaffected by any of the afflictions of adolescence like acne and he seemed taller, more muscular, and above all, his hair seemed almost disciplined (almost). If you added the powerful magic thatEmanating from him, he exuded incredible charisma. In a word, he was the perfect heir of a great pure-blood family both in his appearance and in his manner of being. Immediately, Harry Dursley nicknamed him in his head: Lord-Harry.

What is this? Another one of your tricks to get attention? Don't you think we've already had enough problems with Ryan's abduction by Pettigrow? He shouted at Lord-Harry, a tall, thin man with clouded gray eyes that Harry Dursley did not know. He had a voice like barking and a handsome face with an aristocratic appearance that reminded him of Bellatrix Lestrange.

Dad, stop. How can you believe that Harry would willingly put us in danger? You had promised to make an effort. Replied in the same tone a 14-year-old girl accompanied by a young wizard with a round face.

In response to his doublenative to this world declared in a drawling voice:

Your defense touches me deeply. However, I fear that we currently have more pressing priorities than the lamentable prejudices of your father. For example, discovering the identity of our visitors and what they hoped to accomplish by impersonating me.

There was something about this version of himself that annoyed Harry Dursley. He didn't really know what. Maybe it was his arrogant demeanor and haughty tone that decidedly reminded him a lot of Draco Malfoy. Or maybe it was the fact that unlike him, he seemed not to have experienced grief. However, the other had done nothing wrong so far, so he put aside his discomfort and slowly raised his hands to signal that he was not a threat. Then he replied with an ironic smile:

Harry Potter and Harry Potter, but if you don't mind number 3, we need to see Dumbledore urgently.

Dark-Harry, who had been clinging to him since he intercepted him, pushed him away violently.

Why do you want to go back to that old geezer? He wants to kill me. Dark-Harry reproached with an outraged look.

But no, he doesn't want to kill you. Did Voldemort tell you such nonsense? Harry Dursley replied to him.

Liar. I was there when you talked about it. I thought you were on my side. Accused Dark-Harry.

No, but it's the world turned upside down. You're the one betraying me, and I'm the one being blamed. I'm on your side in case you forgot. Listen, I don't know what you thought you heard, but it's a misunderstanding. The urgent thing now is to stop Voldemort. Tried to calm him, Harry Dursley.

On my side? You killed me! Accused him violently Dark-harry

I had no other choice. He possessed you. And it would never have happened if you had stayed with the Weasleys as I had asked you. Can we know what got into you? I thought you were smarter than that. Lord Harry replied, raising his voice gradually. During the last few hours, the panic and relief of having found him in one piece had followed one another at such a frantic pace that he was only now realizing that he was angry with Dark-Harry.

If I hadn't done anything, you would be dead and then it would have been my turn. Defended Dark-Harry.

Result, we both died. Yelled Harry Dursley at his double who was shrinking a bit more under the reproach.

I couldn't know. Almost cried Dark-Harry.

And you think that justifies what you did? How could you side with that monster?

What do we do, call Snape? asked Jenny Nott loudly to interrupt their argument.

Rather St. Mungo's if you ask me. I don't know who those guys are, but... Lucas commented. But before he had the chance to finish his sentence, the man resembling Bellatrix suddenly burst out:

All right, that's enough of this farce. Harry, tell your friends to stop their circus and take off those ridiculous costumes. In the meantime, I'm going to reassure your parents. I'm very disappointed that you participated in this, Jenny. The same goes for you, Elizabeth. Dare to say after this that Harry doesn't have a bad influence on you.

Before the furious young girl who was apparently his daughter could answer him, he rushed into the kitchen and slammed the door.

But who is this idiot? Exclaimed Harry Dursley and Dark-Potter at the same time.

I introduce you to my father Sirius Black. Elizabeth Black replied.

Sirius Black! He's my godfather, right? Asked Dark-Harry.

No unfortunately, it's mine. And unlike him, I have an attention span of more than 3 seconds, so don't expect to escape me. I will be generous and give you a chance to convince me not to turn you over to the aurors, Lord Harry threatened.

But Harry Dursley paid him no attention and merely exclaimed:

That's it, I recognize the place now: we are at 12 Grimmauld Square.

Definitely St. Mungo's. Commented Jenny Nott.

In the department of desperate cases. Added Lucas Cross, mechanically shaking Jenny Nott's hand.

So, is it done, have you finally gotten together? Couldn't help but tease them, Harry Dursley, even though they continued to point their wands at him threateningly.

We are not together! they exclaimed at the same time before letting go of each other's hand, red with embarrassment.

Even though deep down he knew it wasn't his Jenny and his Lucas, Harry Dursley smiled to see his friends alive again.

Harry, my father, is an idiot, but for once, I think he's right: they are not a threat. Anyway, they don't even have a wand. Elizabeth Black intervened.

That one knows how to use magic without a wand. They should not be underestimated, Jenny specified as she and Lords Harry were the last wizards in the room to keep them at bay.

Really? Cool! exclaimed the young man next to Elizabeth Black.

So what? I can also use magic without a wand. I refrain from doing so only because it requires an exhausting effort. Complained Lord Harry.

Listen, all we want is to see Dumbledore. He will confirm that we are not a danger. Explained Harry Dursley.

Dumbledore! Just that? And why not the Minister of Magic? Moreover, Dumbledore's endorsement would only reinforce my suspicions about you. Replied Lord Harry calmly. Then, after a moment of hesitation, he lowered his wand and signaled Jenny Nott to do the same. Once she complied (making her displeasure well known), Lord Harry continued:

Reveal your true identity and the reason for your presence here. If you are convincing enough, perhaps I may forgive your poor attempt at intrusion.

Uh, how to say, it's a long story.

Time is precisely a resource we do not lack in these places. However long your story may be, I fear it is not as tedious as the endless wait for the arrival of my uncle Remus, replied Lord Harry.

Now that their precious survivor has been found in one piece, he shouldn't be long. Added the daughter of Sirius Black with a consoling gesture towards Lord Harry.

Wait, aren't you the survivor? Harry Dursley wondered.

No, I'm Harry Potter: the twin brother of the survivor. Don't worry. You're not the only one unaware of my existence, explained Lord Harry wearily.

That undoubtedly explained why his friends were still alive, thought Harry Dursley bitterly.

In this case, I don't think it's a good idea to involve you. Anyway, I don't see what you could do to help us. Tell me how to get to Hogwarts. I'm sure Dumbledore will listen to me.

Of course, where was my mind? The little people don't need to be informed and must just blindly follow the great Ryan Potter. By what right would I demand the reason for this break-in?

Didn't you take sarcasm lessons from Snape? You're almost as unbearable as he is, commented Harry Dursley.

Do not insult Snape. He is the best teacher at Hogwarts. Lord-Harry immediately defended him.

For a few seconds, Harry Dursley froze. When he had faced death, he had not been shocked. When he had found himself projected into an unknown parallel universe, he had not been shocked. When he realized he had been rejuvenated to the age of 9, he had not been shocked. When Dumbledore told him he was going to die (again) he had not been shocked. Nevertheless, the idea that Snape could be nice was beyond his comprehension. Since the remark from his counterpart had managed to make its way into his consciousness, his traitorous brain had immediately generated the image of a smiling Snape, and this vision terrified him.

Fortunately, after a long minute of discomfort, Dark-Harry shook him by the shoulder and he reset.

But where have we ended up!? Exclaimed Harry Dursley as he regained his senses.

What I would like to know is how. How were you able to breach the manor's protections? Since Ryan's abduction, Sirius and Dumbledore have turned 12 Grimmauld Place into a real fortress, intervened the young man with the round face.

Good question, Neville. Approved Elizabeth Black.

I have no idea. I just followed my double. How did you manage to overcome the protections? Harry Dursley asked Dark-Harry, who continued trying to make himself as small as possible.

I just pushed the door. Replied Dark-harry timidly. He did not like being the center of attention at all. And he was not as comfortable as Harry Dursley, in this 14-year-old body. It was so weird. Now that he paid attention, he had all sorts of emotions and thoughts he never had.tested and that he did not understand, but which were nevertheless his own. And then this body was so... hairy.

Our double from this world is allowed to bypass the protections, so we are too. It's like at Gringotts. Continued Harry Dursley without noticing Dark-Harry's distress.

Are you really another version of myself? said Lord Harry visibly disconcerted.

Directly from a parallel universe. Or from a time travel. Actually, I'm not quite sure.

I have a huge doubt all of a sudden: tell me there aren’t two other Voldemorts who followed you? Asked the one named Neville with surprising sagacity.

Only one. The one from my world is dead. And this time, I hope it will be final. This response from Harry Dursley did not reassure them at all, and an icy silence fell over the group.He took advantage of the ensuing silence to continue:

—  You now understand why we need to see Dumbledore. I bet Voldemort will start by searching for the Resurrection Stone. In any case, that's what my Voldemort did in the Dark-Harry world. We must act before he succeeds and uses it to bring this world's Voldemort back to life and ally with him. I know where the stone is. Or rather where Voldemort intends to find it. If we hurry, we can intercept it before he becomes too powerful to be stopped. With luck, we might even seize the stone before him and use the power of the relics to end this nightmare once and for all. Think out loud Harry Dursley.

If your words contain the slightest ounce of truth, then we have already wasted too much time. Tell us where this stone is. Jenny, Lucas, try to contact Rogue or Remus and explain the situation to them. Neville, Elizabeth, although I know the futility of it, I want to point out that nothing obliges you to accompany me.

Why should we stay behind? Jenny protested, before Elizabeth and Neville could respond.

Because you are our juniors and we will need a diversion to avoid attracting the Potters' attention to our departure. Lord Harry replied, placing enormous disdain on the word 'Potter', as if he did not consider himself a Potter.

They are too busy celebrating Ryan's return to notice anything. Jenny replied.

Besides, doesn't anyone find it a heck of a coincidence that those two show up right at this moment? It might be a trap from Voldemort, Neville intervened.

If it were a trap, it would be for Ryan, not for me. He's the survivor.

At his words, Neville and Elizabeth exchanged a questioning look.

What!? Asks Lord-Harry

Well, that is to say... stammered Neville.

Have you never thought that maybe you are the survivor? Elizabeth Black asked frankly.

You are being irrational. Or perhaps you too come from another dimension. Obviously, it's Ryan who is the survivor. Did you miss the heart-shaped scar that disfigures his noble face and that he constantly flaunts at every opportunity?

You too have a scar and when you think about it, from the beginning everyone relies on Dumbledore's word. Other than that, we have no reason to think that Ryan is the survivor. Ventured Elizabeth

Precisely, it's Dumbledore. Even though I don't really like him, I don't believe he would make up such a thing. What reason would he have to do that? Asked Lord Harry.

He might have been wrong. Opposed Elizabeth.

We're talking about Dumbledore here. Reminded Lord Harry in a learned tone.

And yet, it was you who prevented Voldemort from resurrecting twice. Against Neville.

It was a happy coincidence, devoid of meaning.

A stroke of luck really? Do you think Ryan would have been capable of it? Insisted Elizabeth.

If he studied more, he would be as powerful as me. Our Twinship guarantees it.

Frankly, I doubt it. Anyway, it's not just a question of magic. Do you think that coward would have faced him? Argued Jenny.

You too, do you believe in this crazy theory? He's a Gryffindor. Of course, he would have had the bravery to face it. Lord-Harry replied with surprise, realizing that his friends had already discussed this completely insane theory among themselves.

Listen, it doesn't matter whether they are the survivor or not, we are not strong enough to fight Voldemort alone. We need reinforcements. Harry Dursley interrupted them.

I thought I had convinced you that they will never believe you. Even I find it hard to believe. Retorted Lord Harry.

When they realize they have two extra sons, they will have to start asking questions. Insisted Harry Dursley

They still need to realize it. One day, I ran away for 3 days and they still didn't notice. Replied Lord Harry bitterly.

You're exaggerating. Besides, I don't even know why I'm wasting time trying to convince you. I'm going to talk to them right away. Where are they?

In the kitchen. Replied Dark-Harry, in a whisper.

Is one comfortable. Commented Lord Harry with an ironic bow with one hand and pointing to the kitchen door with the other.

Not wanting to waste another minute, Harry Dursley rushed to the kitchen, forcibly dragging Dark-Harry with him.

If stupidity had a mass, its idiots would be real human black holes. Shouted Harry Dursley as he left the kitchen.

Is this a subtle way of admitting that I was right? Lord Harry taunted.

Yet, you said that our parents sacrificed themselves so we could live. Dark-Harry interrupted in a pitiful voice.

They have nothing to do with our parents. It's just this universe that's upside down. That jackal Voldemort has probably chosen to open a portal specifically to the worst possible universe to destroy your morale and be able to manipulate you, exclaimed Harry Dursley with determination.

But the scene he had just experienced reminded him with a new sharpness of the hurtful words his adoptive mother had sometimes addressed to his late sister when she didn't know that Harry could hear her.

Our universe is doing very well. It took me a while to understand, but my parents are the problem. They are selfish, obsessed with the fame and celebrity that Ryan brings them. Outside of that, nothing matters. Not even me. Explained Lord Harry with bitterness.

Yes, well, it's okay, it's not that bad. For many people, you have a dream life. If you knew what it's like to be the survivor, you would put things into perspective. Retorted Harry Dursley without thinking.

It's easy for you to say that. You don't know what it's like to be ignored and belittled by everyone. You, the Dursleys pampered you. Dark-Harry immediately protested before Lord Harry could respond.

Harry Dursley was so disconcerted that Dark-Harry sided with Lord-Harry that he didn't know what to say. With his past, how could he feel compassion for a millionaire's son complaining that mom and dad didn't spend enough time with him? wondered Harry Dursley.

Thank you for defending me, but contrary to what my parents think, I am not seeking attention, and even less pity. All that matters to me is that my friends are safe. And for that, I need you to reveal what you know. Tell us what this stone is, how to recognize it, where it is, and how your Voldemort plans to use it to restore human form to ours? Replied Lord Harry in an imperious tone.

Harry Dursley cast a tempus without a wand and found that two hours had already passed since their resurrection. He couldn't afford to lose another two hours trying to convince the oversized egos that served as his parents in this universe to let him contact Dumbledore. And he couldn't stop Voldemort on his own. Nevertheless, even if his counterpart in this universe was unpleasant to him, he was an innocent child with nothing to do with this conflict. A child who would probably be of no help to him. However, he had no other choice and so reluctantly he said:

The stone is located in the old Gaunt house, near a village called Little Hangleton. The last time, my Dumbledore took me there by side-along apparition, however, I think I can find the place again. But first, I need a wand. I suppose it's Ryan who has the twin wand of Voldemort. Do you think we could borrow it from him?

It is my wand that contains a Phoenix feather and I am keeping it. And I don't see how we could quickly find you a wand that would suit you. Replied Lord Harry

Accio Potter's wand! Shouted young Jenny Nott with all her might.

Immediately, two wands flew into her hand, which she extended to Harry Dursley and Dark-Harry. Dark-Harry eagerly grabbed the piece of wood, while Harry Dursley was more cautious.

Since they are careless enough to leave them lying around without protection, you can use James and Lily Potter's wands. It should work since you claim to be of the same blood. Now, let's get out of here before your regrettable parents show up to demand explanations. Justified Jenny Nott.

You did it on purpose so that we would have to take you with us. Lord Harry reproached him.

How dare you accuse me of such treachery? Is it because I'm in Slytherin, is that it!? You are so full of prejudice. Jenny Nott pretended to be indignant.

Honestly, such a thoughtless plan is more worthy of a Gryffindor. Lord-Harry reproached him.

Do not insult me. Retorted Jenny, looking outraged.

Hey, don't speak ill of the Gryffindors. Neville and Lucas protested.

Then, hearing footsteps running in the direction of their small group, they hurried to leave the house. Once outside, Lord Harry guided them to the shed where the Black family's three brooms were located. He briefly wondered how they were going to manage all seven of them on the brooms when, to everyone's astonishment (and to Dark-Harry's terror), Harry Dursley cast a lightening and permanent sticking charm on Dark-Harry before rising into the air without the aid of any support, taking Dark-Harry with him.

Yes well I'm fine too, I can do impressive things. Grumbled Lord Harry in response to his friends' admiring looks.

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Author's note: This part takes place in a universe more than strongly inspired by fanfiction.Revenge-is-so-sweet (At this level, it's plagiarism, but I adapted it a bit to my needs). More precisely, it takes place in an alternative version of chapter 32 of this fanfic.

I asked the author for permission via PM to use their universe, but I never received a response and the account has been inactive for several years. So I assume it doesn't bother them. I chose this fanfic to set mine in because the theme suits me (it is based, like mine and Dark-Harry's, on an alternative childhood for Harry), because I find the characters Jenny and Lucas particularly well-conceived, and for a reason I can't discuss without slightly spoiling the rest.