I Laugh At

Summary: Harry Potter is hated now, but that doesn't stop Voldemort for continuing to try ruining his life. After being transported to another dimension, Harry realizes that things can get a bit tricky…as well as easy.

Disclaimer: Come one guys, I'm not that creative.

Parings: I have an idea…but I don't want to lose readers, lol. I'm so lame.

"There is a mysterious cycle to human events. To some generations much is given. Of other generations much is expected."

-Franklin D. Roosevelt

The Good Old Dysfunctions of Life

Harry walked down the stairs, past the Gargoyle and walked away without looking back. He couldn't believe it, how could he have even missed it. The truth, a most terrible thing had just hit him like a bullet.

Albus Dumbledore, Order of Merlin 1st class, Headmaster of Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry, greatest wizard of all time and all around nice guy…was blind!

No joke, eyes were as gray as a storm and glazed and unfocused. He truly was a blind man.

'Dear god what have I gotten myself into' Harry thought as he went on his way.

Harry sighed and bent down to pick up his books, while trying to not get stepped on by the crowd. It had not been a good day, and things were only getting worse by the people who thought it'd be funny to push him around like a little rag doll.

"What are you doing Potter, I just told you to apologize for running into me? Hey! Are you even listening?" Harry looked up at his attacker from on the floor with dull eyes. He should've guessed it was Ron again.

Ron had been bugging him ever since the incident in the Hall about stupid stuff like this and it was pissing Harry off.

"No, you ran into me," Harry pointed out calmly, "and you did it on purpose." Ron looked at Harry in surprise. He acted as if Harry hadn't been talking back to the bullies in school ever since he came into his new body, which wasn't true seeing as Harry had told every single one of them off, including Ron.

"What did you just say to me, loser?" Ron glared down at Harry in a menacing manner. Harry calmly picked up his books and stood up. Calm was radiating off him like heat.

"Look, Weasley, I've got somewhere to be and you're in my way. Can't you just leave me alone for once?" Harry stood tall, but nowhere near Ron's height. It was ok though; Harry had magic on his side.

He slowly pulled out his useless wand, away from Ron's visual range. He wouldn't do anything, though, unless absolutely necessary. Harry had deliberately avoided using his magic around other people here because he seemed more powerful than he used to be. So powerful that his wand was, in fact, now nearly impossible to use because it wasn't made for his crazy new amount of power. He had a theory though. He could very well have absorbed other Harry's power that used to be in this dimension. Harry had been using wandless magic so much here now that it didn't feel like anything but normal to him. He knew that, without a doubt, he could easily take out Ron with a single spell.

"Potter, you think you're so great. Your sister is sooo much better than you!" Ron sneered, staring down at Harry's abnormally small form. Harry's mouth opened in protest but he was saved, from having to beat Ron up, by a little voice from the shadows.

"Harry, come on. You're going to be late for that meeting with Dumbledore." No other than Hermione Granger stepped out of the shadows and looked at Ron with innocent eyes. Ron paled at the sight of her, and became even paler at the mention of Dumbledore's name. He quickly walked away without a backward glance.

Hermione looked at Harry steadily before turning around and walking away, steeling her face into a blank mask.

Harry just stared. WTF? What was she playing at? The Hermione from his time had been so cold and evil to him, and yet this Hermione had…helped him? What was with her?

Harry ran and caught up with her, "Hey," he said. She continued to walk, looking straightforward with that blank expression on her face.

"Wait," Harry walked in step with her and looked at her in wonder. "What was that for?" She continued to walk but answered the question, still not looking at him.

"What do you think?" Harry walked ahead and stepped in her path. She glared at him, "I'm just returning the favor. Move, please." She pushed passed him, hard, and kept on going never wavering pace.

Harry looked at her retreating back in wonder but decided not to comment. He'd let her go this time but next time…

"Thanks, for what it's worth." She lifted a hand in acknowledgement and disappeared in the crowd.

Harry quickly walked away toward the Dungeons; he was late. It was Ron's fault but previous experiences told him that it wouldn't matter to Snape. Snape hated him, simple as that. And Harry returned the favor at full force, often, at times, getting him sent to his mother or the Headmaster.

Speaking of his mother, Harry had been surprised that one woman could be so nice. She was the sweetest thing he had ever meant, but way too over protective. She didn't even come close to suspecting that Harry wasn't Harry, no one seemed to. It was as if they didn't care enough, and it was beautiful to Harry. All his life Harry had wanted to be normal…now he finally was able to blend in with the crowd.

His father, on the other hand was way, way, worse than Snape. Harry almost wished Snape to be his father… almost. James taught Defense Against the Dark Arts or DADA for short at Hogwarts and all he did was yell and scream at Harry. Now Harry, being Harry, just ended up looking at James as if he were stupid. It really was quite funny though, seeing the man's face twist and snarl at Harry's total lack of emotions or responses.

That often left James looking so stupid that it even made retarded feel bad for him. The class wasn't much better off. Most of the kids in school weren't quite sure what to do about Harry's sudden lack of emotion, but the majority didn't even notice much less care.

It was as sweet as honey, being invisible.

Harry's pace quickened but his mind began to wander to Dumbledore and the very first time he had visited him. The man was blind, that much was clear, but why? Harry was going to have to look that up later.

Reaching the potion masters' ugly steel clad door, Harry put an indifferent mask on and opened it. Snape stopped in mid sentence and glared at Harry, who stared back at him with a nerve achingly calm gaze. Snape snarled and motioned him to take a seat.

"Now that Potter has decided to actually join us this morning I shouldn't have to repeat myself." The class snickered and Harry was forced to go back in time to the memory of his first class with the new Snape.

It wasn't pretty. Harry had very nearly ended up throwing the man through the wall.

Harry sat down at a table in the back that was surrounded by Gryffindor. They all looked at him as if he was crazy, but Harry didn't give them a second glance. It was obvious that not only did these people have house rivalry; they had quite a bit of hate on the inside too. It was once again time for Harry to be the outcast, but at least he blended in so it was fine with him.

The rest of the period went by without incident and Harry was relieved. Next was lunch and although it wasn't a social time for Harry, as it was for other people who actually had friends, he still enjoyed it very much.

He sat at the end of the table and began to eat, book in hand. Well, he needed something to do. The real surprise came when the sudden happy and light feeling in the hall evaporated in a bout of tension and fear. Harry looked up to find all eyes on the large doors to the great hall. Slowly his gaze fell to the door…and he nearly screamed in shock.

Standing there, looking as young and dignified as ever, was the very person who had brought him into this world...and the person didn't look a thing like his mother.

"Dumbledore, nice to see you again. I hope you didn't miss my message. You know, the one about me coming here for collection today." Voldemort looked around at the scared faced children and smiled. Harry's anger welled up inside.

Dumbledore stood and Harry's month dropped open as he bowed to Voldemort. "Minister Riddle," Harry gasped, "sorry it must have slipped my mind. Go ahead and chose sir, just let me line up the seventh years first."

Just how in the HELL had Harry missed this?

Harry watched as all the seventh years lined up in front of the great hall and, as one, bowed to Voldemort. Voldemort nodded and walked up and down the line, dramatically, for about five whole minutes. Then, as if he had made a decision, he grabbed a boy with blond hair and looked down on his pale white face.

"You'll do," he hissed to the boy and then to Dumbledore he said, "I'll take this one!" Dumbledore looked at the students pleading face gravely and then nodded his head.

"NO!" The boy screamed, "Please, don't let him take me! I'll be better, I'll do anything, just please…use someone else as your sacrifice! Please, I have a family that needs me…" All the heads of students and teachers alike turned away, all except Harry who was virtually clueless as to what was happening.

The boy stopped struggling and looked at the turned heads with disgust, suddenly angry. "You think this is the end, it won't end with me others will go too and that other might be you! You people disgust me! Go on then, live…live in the most disgusting of ways, live with the knowledge that 1 sacrifice a month will save your sorry asses from this man, live and continue to live like the underlings you are, knowing that you use your own kind as a sacrifice so you can continue to live…one day, someone will come and hurt you people for all the lives, all the people, you've destroyed, and when that person does come…" He looked at Harry who looked back with confusion and the boy suddenly relaxed in Voldemorts grip. He looked…almost happy and gave Harry a look of unearthly worship and Harry noticed that the boys eyes had taken on the same cloudy gray color that he'd seen in Snape's eyes just a few weeks earlier.

He nodded to Harry, stood up straighter, and then both he and Voldemort, who'd remained silent and seemed obvious to the effect Harry was having on his victim, disappeared in a flash of flame.

The entire hall was silent for a moment more and then everything went back to normal as though nothing had happened. Harry blinked and then blinked again, bewilderment written like a story upon his face.

Ok, what the hell was that?

Dumbledore sat down and stared guiltily into his food, and the seventh years went back to their seats looking relieved. Harry's shock finally settled down leaving nothing but confusion and sadness, sadness for that person who could now be considered as good as dead.

This new place…it had many secrets, but this one confused him the most by far.

He would defiantly need to visit the library and soon. Harry quickly finished his meal and began the long walk out of the Hall, dodging food being thrown at him, jumping over ankles there to trip him, and ignoring insults meant to taunt him.

Come on, these people were nothing compared to Voldemort.

Harry had to sneak into the library so that he did not bring attention to himself. Because with attention came that crazy Liberian that acted like some kind of over protective mother.

Yeah, Harry pretty much preferred not going to the Library because of such things.

10 minutes, 20 gasps, and 30 double checks later, Harry's mind was buzzing with the new, and slightly disturbing, information that he had just read about.

Apparently, things had gone very different here than in Harry's world. While Neville had become the boy who lived, Voldemort had NOT died. It was slightly similar to what had happened in Harry's old world. But that would be where the similarities end. Not only had Voldemort been reborn ten months after the incident, but he had gained complete control of Britain, seizing ever single source of power there was known in the country.

He had allowed Neville and his family to live out of the 'goodness' of his heart, and Hogwarts/Dumbledore to remain if, and only if, every month he would be allowed to take an advanced student in an upper class under his wing to do…Voldy stuff. And what was more, when Dumbledore had tried to stop this craziness'…well, let's just say that Voldy got angry and managed to do something weird to Dumbes eyes, making him blind.

Well that certainly explained a lot. This might be just a little TOO dysfunctional, even for Harry….

Harry sat with a plunk in the library chair and rubbed his eyes in a tired motion. So that must be it, he was once again stuck saving a world that had literally died. What did that person in the sky expect him to do?

With a sigh Harry looked up at the heavens, and the weight of the world began to balance itself on his shoulders, making itself comfortable and content.

"You know, I don't mean to complain or anything but…" Harry glared angrily at the high ceiling as if it were its fault he was in this mess.

"Why the heck is it always me?"