The Prophecy of Pendragon-Chapter 1

By Dembones

Summary: Years after the battle of Hogwarts, Harry Potter hopes to discover information on the disappearance of Severus Snape. What happens when Harry is captured by former death eaters and why does Snape seem to want to kill him?

Disclaimer: The impressive amount of character development and exotic settings is amazing... Harry Potter was my idea. Just kidding, all person, place or things mentioned in this fic belong to JK Rowling. I am not gaining any profit for writing this. Any other characters that show up will be given credit by the original creator.

Edited 11/15/2011.

/- visions or dream states.

' '- thoughts

" "- speech

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A familiar grunt emitted from a fireplace. As quickly as it was emitted, a man with messy black hair ran towards the fireplace.

"Hey, Sir," A barely distinguishable face was made out through the wood and ash.

"Potter, we need you at the Ministry right away,"

The young man turned to glance a moment at his wife at the table with long red hair.

"Can it wait?"

"Sorry, I'd only floo you to tell you to come if it was of absolute importance,"

"Can you hold on a second, I have to say goodbye to my wife,"

The young man walked up to the red head.

"Harry..." his wife whispered, urgently.

"I'm sorry,"

"I'm really worried about you, Harry," the woman stated with concern, "The amount of crime has seemed to increase, I've even heard in the Daily Prophet about the Death Eaters breaking out of Azkaban,"

"I know, Ginny,"

"Promise me, Harry," Ginny requested urgently, "Promise me, you'll return home safely,"

"I'll try, Ginny," Harry sighed. "I'll try,"

Harry Potter's lips drew closer to Ginny's it would be the last time he ever shared a kiss with his wife.

Within moments, Harry prepared a handful of floo powder and stepped within the flames.

The moment he arrived, he stumbled a bit slowly taking in his surrounding. He'd been here many times before. This was the Minister's office, the Minister for Magic. The African drums and the bamboo plant gave head way who it was.

Seated at his desk stood Kingsley Shacklebolt. Kingsley was not only Harry's boss in the auror department but had work with International Relations.

He had to visit the Russian Minister for Magic last year, something to do with underground political rallies.

Of course, Harry had knew about the death eaters escaping from Azkaban. But it was merely denial to say Trolls were far more effective than dementors had ever been.

Trolls were stupid creatures driven solely by their primitive instincts. They were more like cavemen with the way they held their clubs.

The Minister had insisted it had been in Dumbledore's will after all, that the dementors be driven from Azkaban. But it was like his work was cut out for him, the minute he apprehended an escaped convict from Azkaban someone else would break out making his job that much harder.

The Auror stood at his desk handing Harry a photograph.

Harry was baffled, now wasn't the time to be taking pictures.

As Harry looked down at the portrait, he would have nearly spitted out anything he dared have drunk or eaten in his mouth. In the photograph, was the continuing animation of a man dressed in black, wand emitting a green light directed at an old man. The photo was taken in very bad quality, Harry could barely make out the face of Severus Snape.

"Has the case finally been reopened," Harry asked.

"You mean the casefile concerning the disappearance of Severus Snape," Kingsley asked.

"Yeah," Harry said. "Even you must find it at least a bit fishy that there was no sign of his body after his death,"

"As I recall, most of our veterans could hardly conclude a dead body had even been there,"

" It doesn't make sense," Harry stated frustratingly, "If this is truly Severus Snape, where has he been for nearly ten years,"

"Beats me but Harry, he must be apprehended,"

"Apprehended?" Harry exclaimed in shock. "Surely, you must know he's innocent. Dumbledore gave me his word. I've seen his memories for Merlin's sake,"

"Harry, Snape has cast a number of unforgiving spells on unsuspecting victims," Kingsley explained. "This is only one of many attacks, over the past three years,"

Just then, an owl swooped in. It gracefully landed in front of the two of them. Kingsley took the fine scroll within the owl's talons.

"It is only recently we have been able to connect Snape's disappearance to these mysterious murders," Kingsley undid the binding on the scroll.

The Auror's eyes accessed the piece of parchment in front of him. In an instant, his eyes turned colder and Harry could see Kingsley was coming down to a conclusion fairly quickly.

"Potter, you and Mr. Weasley are needed in Knockturn Alley," Kingsley stated. " Apparently there is a scuffle going on, I've given you the privilege of lowering the anti-apparition wards, you are free to apparate to the Weasleys,"

Oh, how Harry hated his life. Just once would he like to get somewhere like any other person without any magic. Harry concentrated on turning himself inside out, the picture of a small cottage in his mind.

In an instant, Harry found himself outside the Weasley's home. He opened the gate feeling himself embraced with the kind aura of Hermione's magic. He knew Ron himself didn't do it. He hadn't the skill to create magical wards and Hermione had been quite the witch during their school days.

Harry knocked on the door, a young woman with wavy brown hair opened the door. Hermione Granger still looked quite young. Over the years she'd taken to keeping her hair shorter so the long hair overtly curly to the point of being frizzly softened, leaving smooth waves. Harry could see Ron in the background. He was polishing his wand.

"Ron, we're on duty," Harry said urgently.

Ron placed his wand in the holster kept on his hips.

"We need to apparate to Knockturn Alley,"

"Knockturn Alley," Ron asked flabbergasted. "What's going on down there?"

Nothing more was said, as the two men apparated yet again.

Harry couldn't remember a time, this place had been more eerie. Tall buildings hid dark alleyways, it was where the darkest, evilest, greediest wizards did their business.

He wasn't sure what would have happened in his second year at Hogwarts if Hagrid hadn't seen him over here in Knockturn Alley. As evil as Harry had heard, he was sure he would be mobbed and left for dead.

Ron shivered.

"Harry, do you feel that,"

A slight wave of magic filled the air, creepy and spooky and at the same time eerie and dangerous.

Suddenly a mass of dizziness made him sway in his steps.

The faint images of a familiar man with disheveled black hair, handed him a pocket watch.

/"...I fixed it for you,"/

Harry's hand flew to his waist as he held the pocket watch that his mother-in-law had given him.

/The images changed to reveal a tall woman with hair tied up in a bun. "It isn't as simple as time travel, it is far more complex than any of us could imagine,"/

Suddenly an image of several blades of white light faded his vision before Ron grabbed his shoulders.

"Are you alright, mate?"

Harry felt a spine-prickling feeling, "I'm fine,"

As they neared the end of the alley most shops having gone through major wear and tear, Harry and Ron spotted an abandoned building.

Harry instantly recognized Borgin and Burkes from his sixth year. He had spied Draco Malfoy shopping with his mother in the shop.

While it had also gone through major wear and tear like most of the other buildings, presently it seemed in much worse condition than either it or other buildings had ever gone through.

The silence that lurked the alley also wasn't a good sign. Harry and Ron surrounded the building, planning the stealthiest move. It hadn't been in any of their slightest advantages that they had skipped out on their NEWTS or any of the Auror training. Stealth wasn't their strong suit.

Ron accessed the oak boards that lined the windows, Harry felt the door to access it's strength. It was through much observing, that Ron reluctantly followed Harry into an underground basement. Slow movements provided less noise.

The inside was dark and held cool crisp air. The cold crisp air, chilled Harry's spine and Harry couldn't help but think something was going to go wrong any second.

Over the years when he had been surrounded by his friends, there were times he and Ron would hold a conversation. Hell, there were times where even he and Hermione would hold a conversation. He had got to know both of his friends fairly well, it couldn't be helped really.

Hermione had always valued knowledge during her years at Hogwarts. While at times it was a hindrance Harry could respect her for that even if it could get overbearing at times.

Then there was Ron during his fourth year at Hogwarts, he remembered at a time the man had been jealous of him.

Jealous of his fame. What had been the benefit? Over the years, he only constantly bickered of the disadvantages of it.

Clearly Ron could have used it in his fifth year though. The constant pressure of satisfying the people's eyes and Malfoy didn't help matters. Harry knew Ron was clumsy but being taunted by Slytherin house had put him on the edge he was sure. Harry had noted his gestures were more clumsy when he was nervous. It was times like these he would most likely trip and fall.

Suddenly it happened, Harry was sure it must have been his nerves. But in an instant, Ron's foot had caught on the ground and he fell with a light thump.

Before he could set his wand out to defend himself, a light burst open in the room and a young woman with dark sleek black hair had a wand pointed at Harry. She was surrounded by several men.

"Ah, Harry Potter, it is a pleasure to meet you," She said deliciously. Her lips caked with coral lip stick making her look as tantalizing as a snake.

In the background, Harry instantly recognized Antonin Dolonov, Fenrir Greyback and Amycus Carrow. Amycus wore an expression of utter loathing, apparently he had never forgotten what Harry had done to his sister. He was sure Alecto Carrow was still in St. Mungos under psychological evaluation.

"Who are you," Harry asked.

"Why, Harry," The woman taunted. "Don't you remember, I guess you don't talk much with your peers,"

"Stop these games, who are you," Harry asked, this time pointing his wand at her.

"Morgana Burkes," She said, "It's a pleasure to meet you, I was sorted into Slytherin three years after you defeated the Dark Lord,"

Harry's eyes widened in realisation.

"Oh, no I wasn't called upon to get the Dark Mark, I wasn't old enough you see," Morgana explained. "I started doing petty crimes and eventually I condoned in a thirst for murdering muggles, nothing but the dark life but then I discovered new allies in Azkaban,"

Amycus waved his wand and in one gesture, Harry's wand was in his hands.

"Bound and tie him," Morgana said, no remorse in her voice.

Within seconds Harry was bound and tied magically with ropes.

In the distance, he could see Ron unconscious but breathing. Deep within himself he called upon the power within himself to summon enough magic to enervrate his friend and cast a disillusionment charm. Harry closed his eyes, while someone cast a hovering charm over his body.

He could feel a surge of magic pumping through his veins and when he dared open his eyes, he no longer could see Ron's body visible on the floor.

Harry stifled a sigh of relief as he was taken to the midst of the shop.

The shop seemed to have been ransacked, books sprawled open nearly covered the floor.

In the distance, he seen a fat grubby man pale and bloody.

Harry could deduce the man was Mr. Borgin, he could recognize the pile of blubber anywhere.

He had seen him a number of times when he followed Malfoy into the shop and when he was rummaging through Dumbledore's memories.

But just what was he doing here all tied up, his question was answered when a familiar silhouette entered the room followed by Antonin Dolonov.

Before him with dark black hair and glassy black eyes was Severus Snape. However his expression contained nothing he had ever seen on his ex-professor's face.

They were taunting him, they knew how important Snape had been to the war, they knew in the end that the deatheater was on his side. That's why Severus Snape stood standing before him, removing his wand from the inside of the cuff in his left arm pointing it at Harry.

It was as if he were a puppet to someone else's strings. Snape's face held no emotion.

It was impassive,

It was dull.

It had been over five seconds and Harry could have sworn it was in the professor's best interests that he'd blink. But no, his face was plastered motionless and stale.

Harry didn't want to remember his last moments of death staring at his professor's face. In fact, he didn't want to die. He had promised Ginny he'd return safely.

He promised Ginny he'd return.

Harry eager not to focus on his awaiting death, zoned in on the walls of the bookstore. Appraising several of the masks on the wall varying between funny faces, sad faces and evil faces.

He looked at the clock above a bookshelf in the center of the room. The clock ticked.

TICK...TOCK...TICK...TOCK

Snape held the wand before him pointing it directly into Harry's heart. Harry looked directly in those black eyes, and briefly wondered if Snape had any control over his actions.

He wondered if Snape really had such an inane desire to kill him. In an instant however when the words were about to be emitted from Snape's mouth, Harry had detected something in Snape's eyes. A spark, a defiance in his eyes. Snape's movements hesitated slightly and Harry barely noticed the telling gesture as Snape's eyes accessed what was beyond him.

Suddenly Snape cast his trademark spell.

"SECTUMSEMPRA!,"

Then Harry saw white.

After the spell was cast, a mirror clearly visible behind Harry Potter shattered outwards. Shards of glass embedded in Harry's skin. The glass began to glow a fine white color as Harry was sucked backwards in the newfound hole in the glass mirror.

He had cast the curse with the singular intention of critically injuring the former death eater. Snape had aimed the white blades of the Sectumsempra curse, so that the velocity of which the spell was cast could significantly hurt the death eater behind him. Of course, Harry Potter would get caught in the crossfire but it was the least of his problems. He was sure the boy would be safe soon if he had little to do with it.

Antonin Dolonov dragged his painful body around the glass infested floor. Eyes shut in pain, silent moans and screams. Severus Snape, now more alert than ever turned towards Dolonov's body.

"AVADA KEDAVRA."

In his office, a man tall, thin and very old judging by the silver of his hair and beard which were both long enough to tuck into his belt was startled to sense an intrusion. The wards he had placed around the school, alerted him to an intruder out on their Quidditch pitch.

Calling his deputy and heading out on the Quidditch field to meet the flying instructor, he set off to find out who it was.

Sprawled out on the field, shards of glass implanted in his skin was a young man spread unconscious across the flat terrain. Blood was pouring out of the different wounds all over his body. He was dressed in pure black battle robes and as the old man accessed the person in front of him, he was taken aback with shock when he could see he was unarmed.

"Is he alive?" The flying instructor asked, gasping for breath. They had ran across the field in a frenzy.

The old man waved his wand over the body, "Barely. We must get him to Poppy immediately, if he is to survive."

/In the corner of his vision, he seen a man with dark black eyes and his mouth upturned in a smirk, seated at a desk across from him, the presence somehow was settling to him. He, himself appeared to be standing, looking down at the man. Something about the presence seemed oddly familiar, but he couldn't have explained why./

Harry groaned, the sunlight in his eyes made him wince in discomfort.

"Sleeping beauty is finally awake,"

The sound seemed foreign to Harry's ears as he made out a familiar silhouette in front of him. His eyes must have been playing tricks on him.

Harry rubbed the sleep from his eyes, and reached at the corner of his right side for his glasses. However unable to find his glasses, a hand placed the glasses in his palm.

Harry carefully put on the glasses.

"YOU!" Harry exclaimed in shock.

"Good Morning, you've seemed to have a rough couple of days," the old man said with a kindly voice.

Harry turned his head to face...

"Professor Dumbledore?" He had never seen the old man look so healthy.

"Y-You're dead," Harry shook his pointed finger at Dumbledore. "What is going on? Is this some kind of a joke,"

"Alas, I wish that were the case," Dumbledore replied and turning twinkling blue eyes toward Harry. "Who are you?"

"Professor, it's me, Harry...Harry Potter, don't you recognise me," Harry asked.

"You can't be Harry! He's dead!" A voice chimed at his right side.

"I think I know who I am. I've been Harry Potter for the past 24 years. Who are you anyway? Harry replied condescendingly. "If I didn't know any better, I'd say you look alot like my fa-"

"Indeed, but I'd have to agree with James here you see Harry Potter died over 35 years ago,"

"That can't be!" Harry mused. "My father's dead,"

Anger overtook the terror James Potter was feeling, "I certainly am not dead!" he yelled.

Harry could feel his impatience surging and he was beginning to feel angry.

"How dare you pretend to be my son? Harry died on October 31st 1981; the whole wizarding world knows that,"

"No, you are mistaken, it was my parents that died that day." Harry protested angrily before replying rather haughtily. "Surely the whole wizarding world knows that?"

"Harry," Dumbledore asked curiously. "You say your parents died that day?"

"Yeah, Lord Voldemort," His father flinched. "He cast the Avada Kedavra curse on my father, than he killed my mother after she had tried to protect me,"

"But everyone knows you can't survive a killing curse," James fumed.

"Well, I did," Harry said defiantly.

"Well, this is certainly curious," Albus Dumbledore removed his half-moon glasses before cleaning the lenses. "That's certainly quite a story, Harry,"

"I'm not lying," Harry retorted before brushing his hair to the side to reveal a lightning shaped scar on his forehead.

James gasped, "Where did you get that scar?"

"Voldemort gave it to me. Do you believe me now."

Dumbledore looked ponderous and turned his back towards Harry. "I wonder, do you know about the theory of Alternate Universes,"

Harry looked at Dumbledore as if he were wearing a pink tutu, it was ridiculous it could be true, "Impossible, that can't be possible," Harry shook his head.

Dumbledore turned, focused on Harry's eyes.

"Harry, were it not for the evidence presented before us," Dumbledore waved his hand out towards Harry. " I would dismiss you as a lunatic,"

"Professor, I don't know a thing about Alternate Universes,"

"I see, would it be entirely possible this could be an alternate reality one similar but oh so very different than your own,"

"Well sir, it isn't entirely impossible," Harry chided. "The last thing I remember seeing is a white light before I woke up here. You see, I was captured by deatheaters and about to be killed by Severus Snape. The 'Severus Snape,' who had formed an unruly alliance with us during the Battle of Hogwarts. I think I remember hearing glass shattering before I woke up here."

It was just then a man with black hair and a long crooked nose walked in, his facial expression indifferent to the world around him. The only thing different about him was the gray strands of hair in the depths of slick black hair.

"I had a feeling someone's been talking bad about me," Snape sneered, rubbing at his irritated nose as Madam Pomfrey appeared. "Poppy, I've brought your potion,"

The moment Snape turned his eyes to access the room, his eyes skipped Harry's to meet those of James Potter.

In an instant, Harry's hand leapt to where his wand would have been if he had a wand and James and Snape turned to face each other wands pointed at the other.

"Severus, James," Albus said in a tone, that made less dare argue. Both men had lowered their wands. Snape's focus turned to the other man in the hospital gown.

Snape turned to access the man with dark disheveled hair.

"And who's this?" Snape narrowed his eyes at the man. "If I didn't know better..."

"Snivellus, I suggest you keep your abnormally large nose out of other people's business," James growled.

Snape snorted, turned on his heel and left the room.

"Harry, he didn't hurt you did he," James asked with sudden concern. "In...your world?"

"No, it was weird," Harry explained. "I was quite certain he was going to kill me. He had this look in his eyes, the look of someone who has killed before. His eyes were so cold,"

"What did he do, Harry?"

"He cast his trademark spell,"

"Sectumsempra?" James asked.

"Yes, but now that I think of it, maybe the spell wasn't aimed at me, maybe it was aimed at...at..."

"Madam Pomfrey, thinks it was aimed at a mirror of some sort," Dumbledore explained. "The glass we removed is much too thin, to have come from any other material,"

"Do you think that this mirror is somehow linked to this occurance,"

"It is quite possible, Harry," Dumbledore explained. " A mirror is merely a reflection of what could be, a perception. Are you aware that a line has one dimension, a square has two and a cube has three?"

"3D shapes," Harry said. "We did them in primary school,"

"Are you also aware that there are more than three dimensions?"

"I am Harry Potter, not Albert Einstein,"

" Touche'. They say the fourth dimension is time. However the fifth dimension, space, seems much more relevant in your case. I believe you have moved through space. Sideways in time, as it were."

"Are you saying that I am in a parallel universe? An alternate reality?" Harry asked.

"It's probable as much as it is possible,"

"How do I get back home?"

"I don't know, Harry. I don't know," Albus sighed.

"Well, if it is alright with you, I think Lily should come see her son," James smiled, before ruffling Harry's black hair. "I'm sure she'll be happy to see her son alive and well,"

As James left the room, Albus looked over Harry. Harry gave him a hard glance.

"Look Harry, I will try everything in my power to help you get home," Dumbledore explained. "I can't guarantee we will succeed, but I will try,"

Harry was silent, and deep in thought.

"My world would certainly be different if I wasn't the boy who lived..."

Dumbledore turned towards Harry shocked.

"Boy who lived? Please tell me, in this universe you actually heard the prophecy,"

Dumbledore nodded. "Indeed, you recall the words no doubt,"

"In my world, that was my destiny and it may have very well ruined my life,"

"But one would certainly be more thankful they are alive than dead,"

Harry turned to face Dumbledore looking into his blue eyes.

"But you told me yourself sir, there are worser things better than death," Harry said, his gaze sad and melancholy. " One can only suffer so much, you know."

In that instant, Dumbledore was pulled into a swirl of memories.

In a jumbled ball of memories, Dumbledore instantly roamed through Harry Potter and his life at the Dursleys.

It was at this point, Dumbledore had gained the answer to one of his earlier questions.

Poppy was right, Harry had been abused.

End Notes:

1. I borrowed some of the dialogue from 'A New Chance.' by Iago96, since this story is in fact adopted from that story.

2. Have you ever read "A Stranger in the Unholy land," well, I have borrowed some quotes from that work, chapter 5 specifically to explain the concept of AUs. The credit is given to the author of that story, serpant-sorcerer. I mean why would I take credit for a good fic like that.