The crowd roared with cheers, as the young wizard swooped down at incredible speed toward the small golden snitch. The ball with wings flew as fast as it could to stay just inches from young Harry Potters hand.

Standing up on his broom as if it were a surfboard, a move that Harry had done many times before, allowed him to take one more inch toward the golden snitch,

“Got it!’ Harry shouted, grabbing the snich in the air and holding in his hand.

“GRIFFINDOR WINS!” Madam Hooch shouted,

The bell rang and horns sounded the end of the Quidditch match between, Slytherin and Gryffindor.

Harry didn’t pay attention to a wall ahead of him. With a great crash, Harry hit the wall barrier with great speed, still holding the snitch in his hand.

The broom handle hit the barrier first and shattered into fragments smaller then toothpicks. Harry was luckier, he hit the wall and slid down wall to the soft sand below, Knocked cold.

The crowd stood on their feet and leaned over to see if their hero was alright, was he hurt, was he dead.

Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger, Rubius Hagrid all stood over the fallen Harry as the nurse worked to revive him.

Chapter 1:

Harry sat straight up in his bed at number four privet drive, shaking and in a cold sweat. An alarm ringing in the hallway. Disorientated a bit cause of being waken out of a good dream, Harry failed to recognize the smoke detector sound. The high pitched beeping sound kept ringing in his ears

“Fire?” Harry thought out loud, as he got up to go to the door.

As soon as he got to the door the alarm stopped, “well, bloody hell.” Harry said in frustration. Getting awaken by this sound, and now it is just a false alarm, He thought.

Grabbing the handle on his door, Harry realized first it was Locked, the Dursley’s had put an deadbolt on the door, rather then the plain padlock they were using. For faster unlock if he ever tried to escape when he was supposed to stay in his room.

“I don’t have time for this.” Harry said out loud as he pulled out his wand and then stood back, “Alohomora” Harry said.

Smoke blasted into the room, filling every corner with the acid smell of burning carpets and paints. Harry coughed, “ Uncle Vernon, Aunt Petunia!” Harry called out into the dark smoke.

Harry put a combination of a flame freezing charm and a bubble-head charm over himself to allow him to move through the flames if any encountered, and the bubble-head to move in the smoke and allow Harry to breath.

Walking quickly through the house, Harry kept calling out for the Dursley’s, but there was no answer from any member of the family. Harry was scared that something had happened to them.

Reaching the top of the stairs, Harry suddenly stopped, a wall of smoke was blocking his vision from seeing what was ahead of him.

Harry pulled out his wand, pointed it to the smoke, “smokiwasi!” he shouted. The smoke began to clear out of his way, allowing the young wizard to see in front of him.

His feelings were correct, when the smoke had finally cleared, Harry stepped back. There was no stairs, only a gaping hole where there was stairs.

Harry ran back into the hallway, down the path and into his room, closing the door behind him.

“Trapped, like a rat!” Harry said.

Suddenly Harry remembered his uncles room had a fireplace, and it could still be connected to the floo Network.

Opening the door again and rushing down the hall to the master bedroom, Harry kicked the door hard sending it flying with a bang. Grabbing a handful of floo powder his buddy Ron had sent him one time ago, He got into the opening of the fireplace.

“Weasley’s home, the burrow.” Harry said pronouncing clearly each word.

The Floo Network was indeed still connected to his house, all this time, Harry felt the familure tug as if he was being lifted by an invisible wire.

Speeding along the network from one fire grate to another, Harry finally felt himself slow down. Stopping over one grate, “ Ron!” he yelled, then fell through.

Suet and dirt pushed out of the fireplace opening in thick clouds and plumes, covering the entire living room.

“Gracious me!” Arthur Weasley exclaimed. “Who the bloody hell is that?” getting up from the couch, and walking over to the figure, standing in his living room, and covered from head to foot, with dirt, and black suet.

“Harry,” Ron yelled from the top of the stairs. Bounding down, taking two runs at a time.

“Goodness, what a mess.” Arthur said as he dusted Harry off with a suet feather. “You really should have let us know ahead you were coming.”

Harry nodded his head, “ normally I would have sir,” he said looking at Arthur, “but this is an emergency!”

“What happened, are you hurt?” Arthur asked.

“I am alright, but the house is completely engulfed with flames by now I would guess.” Harry said in a hurry.

“bloody hell!” Ron said as he entered the room and heard what happened. “ Is anyone, I mean…”

Harry just looked at Ron, “ I don’t know.” he said with tears beginning to fill his eyes, and drip down his face. The black suet ran like cheap mascara down his face.

Just then an owl came through the window, it was Errol, Ron’s old bird before he got pigwig, or as Ron would call him “pig”. Errol crash landed on the sofa with a note in his beak. Getting up and shaking out the cobwebs from his head, Errol gave a scream dropping his letter.

“It’s ok Errol, you’ll be alright, it just hurts a bit.” Harry said to Errol. Walking over and checking its head, “Poor thing has a cut.” Harry said, looking at the wound on its head.

“How did you know its head was hurt?” Arthur asked confused.

“Didn’t you hear him, he said that his head was hurting, I assumed that it was from just the way it landed.” Harry explained, “ but he did say he hit his head when he landed coming from hogwarts.” he continued.

The Weasley’s looked at Harry in total shock and disbelief. “ You’ve gone around the twist if you think we believe you actually understood that bird.” said Arthur as he picked up the letter. Errol reached out and bit Arthur’s hand, screaming right at him. “what’s the matter with him now?” Arthur asked.

“He said he didn’t like being called just a bird, he said you named him Errol after your uncles owl.” Harry said petting the back of the wings of the insulted owl.

Arthur’s eyes became wide as oranges, “Ron I told you never to reveal that to anyone, that was a family secret!” Arthur said angrily.

“I…” Ron began to protest.

“He never did, it was Errol,” Harry said defending his buddy.

“Never mind, “ Arthur said, picking up the letter. It was a howler. Arthur opened it up and put it on the side table.

The Howler opened and formed a mouth, “Harry, I figured this is the best way to get hold of you,” the voice of Dumbledore cried out. “ The Dursley’s are I am afraid were killed in the fire, We need to talk about your safety, concerning Lord Voldemort, I have enclosed a port key, this will aid in getting to hogwarts. Till then Harry take care.”

The howler shredded itself into thousands of pieces, as a coin fell out of the letter and landed in Harry’s hand.

Looking at the coin, Harry noticed it was a fake galleon, the same coin hermione would use to let all the members of the “DA” there was a meeting.

Just as Harry looked at the coin, he felt as if someone was pulling him from his stomach, only this time it hurt more then the other times he had uses a portkey. The sensation burned.

Harry finally stood in a room that looked familure, as Harry stared out into the dimly lit room, a light overhead shined bright over him.

“well, don’t just stand there.” a voice came from no where.

“Sorry?” Harry said confused.

“Cut!” the voice shouted. A man came over and stood over Harry. “Danny, I thought we went through this scene with you?” the man said putting his hand on Harry’s back and walked him to a chair.

Harry sat down, absolutely confused about who this man was, what he was talking about. Just then a familure face rushed in.

“Chris” the young man said excitedly “ Oh, hi dan, how did the scene go?” he said.

“Well, it would go better if first danny here would remember his lines, he just stood there and forgot his line.” Chris Columbus said.

“Ron, what are you and this man talking about?” Harry said confused.

“Come off it Dan, “ Rupert said as he nudged Harry with his fist on Harry’s shoulder.

“Lets take a break anyway,” Chris said. “ Ok that’s a wrap for today, meet here tomorrow at 7am sharp so we can get this done.”

Harry was still very much confused. “I’m sorry, I just don’t understand what is going on around here, Who are you?” Harry asked.

Chris looked at Harry, “Take the day off Danny, You are just tired.” He said patting Harry on the head as he walked away.

Harry gave out a heavy sigh, “Ron, I thought you were at the borrow, last I saw ya, how did you get here?” Harry asked.

“Bloody Hell, Daniel, If you keep this up, people are going to think you took a walk around the twist for sure, Scary, really scary.” Rupert said.

Harry just looked at Rupert and thought the same of him, Just as Harry was about to make a comment about Rupert, Harry’s face turned white as a ghost, “vold-” Harry couldn’t even say another syllable. For at that moment a young man walked from one side of the room right in front of a large face of an old man. With his mouth open. The young man turned and saw Harry.

“Daniel, I need to talk to you about that last scene.” christian coulson said, as he walked toward Harry.

Harry jumped up, pulled out his wand, “expelleramus!” he shouted. A beam of light shot out his wand and hit christian in the chest, sending him flying up into the air, and landing against the wall of the face.

“Bloody hell!” Rupert yelled, running away and hiding in the back of a camera.

Harry looked around and saw Rupert, cowering in the corner. “Ron, what’s going on, I defeated him before?” Harry said looking back at the still body of the young actor.

“How did you do that? I thought the wands were just props?” Rupert said shaking in fear.

“What are You talking about?” Harry said.

Just then an howl came swooping into the room, carring a letter in its beak. “ blasted birds think that they are on.” Ron said.

The owl let go of the letter, falling into Harry’s hand. Harry opened it up, it was another howler, Harry tossed it into the air. As it opened up the familure teeth showed and it began to speak.

“Harry, I am so sorry about this mix up, When I sent you that portkey, I put a spell on it to send you to the chamber of secrets, but I may have also inadvertently sent you to another dimension as well.” The voice of Dumbledore boomed through the set.

Ruperts mouth dropped. “bloody hell!” he said. “ You’re the real Harry potter!” he exclaimed.

Harry looked at Rupert with his eyebrows wrinkled together in confusion. “ Of course Im real Ron?”

“I’m not Ron, I’m Rupert, Rupert Grint” he said extending his hand which was shaking.

“Rupert is telling you the truth, I am afraid I sent you into an alternate dimension, You will have to stay there, till I can figure a way to get you out of there. Till then Harry, be careful, And don’t use any magic, it will work differently against Muggles of this dimension.” Dumbledore said. The Howler screamed and ripped into shreds of paper.

Harry turned to the young man that was witness to all the magic, “So, that wasn’t voldimort, that was an actor?” he said pointing to the young man on the ground.

“Yeah, It is.” Rupert said.

The two boys rushed over the actor that lay on the ground, a trickle of blood was on his lips. Harry took his wand out again, “ I got to see if I can modify his memory, make him think that he fell down and was knocked cold.” he said.

“That Howler, if that was the real Dumbledore, he said not to use your magic, cause it works different with us muggles.” Rupert said.

“ugg…” a sound came from the young man on the ground. “what the hell happened?” christian said. Looking up at Harry and Rupert.

“You were hit by a sand bag.” Rupert said quickly.

“I keep telling those prop men to take those blasted things down when they are done with them, they are so dangerous.” Christian said, holding his head where he had hit the wall.

“Will you be alright?” Harry asked scared and concerned.

Christian smiled, “Yes, but I will have a word with the property department.” he said, walking out of the set.

Harry and Rupert looked at each other, “ that was damned close.” Harry said.

“Blimey, too close.” Rupert agreed.

The two young men walked together out of the studio and into the Morning air, “So Harry, Is everything that we, I mean us actors, are we playing everything that happens in your world?” Rupert asked.

“I wouldn’t know, I don’t even know where I am really.” Harry sighed. “I’m sort of getting hungry, were could I get something to eat?”

Rupert smiled, “ there is a commissary here on the lot, but I know a place where we go to eat and the food is great.” Rupert said, as he began to walk a bit faster.

Harry and his new friend Rupert, rounded a corner and down between some buildings. Finally reaching a small café dinner, Rupert and Harry entered, and looked around for a seat.

It was crowded this morning, Most of the actors and crew from the studio was there having a morning meal. “Rupert over here!” a voice shouted.

“Hey Em,” Rupert shouted back and lead Harry to the back,

Sitting at a booth, Emma Watson and Robby Cotrane, a big fellow still in costume. “Hagrid, I’m so glad to see you.” Harry said.

“uh hem!” Rupert coughed. “we should go to the bathroom and wash our hands before eating.” he said grabbing Harry by the arm, and leading him down to the restroom.

Once entering the bathroom, Rupert looked under the stalls to see if anyone was there, “Harry, that was just an actor playing Hagrid, his name is Robbie Cotrane, and the girl is Emma Watson,” Rupert explained pointing out to the wall as if they were right there in the room.

“I’m sorry, I just am so confused about how I got here, what I am doing here, and just want to get back home again.” Harry said beginning to cry.

Rupert gave Harry a hug, “it’ll be alright Harry, I know how it is to be somewhere new and not really know anyone.” he said continuing to embrace Harry,

Just then the door opened and Robbie came in, looked at the two young actors, “sorry about that, I’ll give you a few minutes alone” Robbie said smiling.

“Yeah right rob.” Rupert said laughing nervously.

The two young men let go of each other, and Harry wiped the tears from his eyes. Rupert was embarrassed, if word got out that he was seen in a bathroom embracing another guy, the world would think he was gay. “It wasn’t like that Robbie…” Rupert defended.

“Its ok Rup’ I wont say anything about it.” Robbie said smiling and giving Rupert a wink.

Harry just stood in silence not knowing what to make of all this, a man that looked like his friendly giant, a young man that looks like his best friend in the whole world, and outside there was a girl that he would swear was his friend Hermione Harry then felt himself feel suddenly weak and then everything around him went blank. Harry fell to the ground with a hug thud.

Opening his eyes, Harry looked around, he was no longer in the bathroom, but he was in fact, laying in his bed, at number 4 private drive.

“Potter!” the voice of his uncle Vernon came bellowing up the stairs and down the hall into the closed door of Harry’s bedroom.

Harry got out of his bed, He was fully clothed in his school cloths, but there was no time to get changed, with his uncle, if you didn’t answer immediately, you were grounded for a month. In Harry’s case, this would mean being locked in his room.

“Coming down.” Harry shouted.

Rushing down the hall and to the stairs, Harry stopped, Standing at the foot of the stairs was something he feared more then anything, A dementor had come to his home, and was standing next to his uncle Vernon. The dementor removed his hood, and then turned to his uncle, Grabbing hold of him, and then bent down to “kiss” him.

“No!” Harry screamed and grabbed his wand. “Patromus!” Harry called out.

A white mist came out of his wand and formed into a horse, the great stallion reared up in front of the dementor. The dementor let go of uncle Vernon. And ran out of the house making a shrieking sound as it dissaprated.

Standing on the other side of the stairs, petunia and Duddley looked at Harry with almost admiration for what he had done. Petunia rushed forward and grabbed Harry and then kissed him on the forehead. “bless you Harry, bless you.” she said and then bent down to care for her fallen husband, who was moaning. “It’ll be alright, Harry got rid of the bad man.” she said.

Dudley walked up to Harry and slugged him on the shoulder a bit hard then he intended but he did smile. “good Job, at least even if you still a freak.” he said.

Petunia turned around and backhanded Dudley in the mouth, “Don’t you dare call sweet Harry that ever again,” she snapped.

Harry smiled, “It’s ok, I’m getting used to being thought of as a freak in this house.” he said.

Petunia again put her arms around Harry, “I am sorry for my attitude toward you Harry, when my sister found out that she was a witch, I was shocked and dismayed about this, then I began to become jealous of her, I didn’t know at the time that my parents were magic, I had no idea my father was a wizard, and mum a witch, but I was jealous cause I wasn’t a witch, I found out I was a squib.” she said looking down.

Harry reached into his pocket and found a box of chocolates, he knew that the properties of chocolate was good for dementor attacks. Bending down he offered a bar to his uncle Vernon. Vernon took the chocolate and bit into the bar, it was very sweet, and as smooth, the most perfect chocolate he had ever ate in his entire life.

Getting up from the ground, Vernon looked at Harry, “boy, I don’t know what to say, I am first very angry at those what-it’s being here in my home.” Vernon said. Looking at petunia, “And, I am a bit confused on what you had said to Harry about you being a what?”

“squib, it’s a person that has been born in a magic family, but has no magical inherited powers.” Harry interjected.

“Anyway, the pont is, you used magic to save me from one of those things, for this I should be angry at you for even doing so, “ Vernon continued. “but…”

“But, your thankful that Harry is a wizard, otherwise you would be dead right now.” petunia interjected.

“Exactly petunia. I am deeply grateful.” Vernon was not a man to hug anyone, extending his hand out to the young wizard who stood and smiled.

“Thank you.” Harry said, taking Vernon’s hand firmly.

Harry then walked over to the fireplace, “ If its alright, I was going to go to Ron’s and then go to school from his place.” Harry said.

“Do you need a ride?” Petunia asked.

“I’ll just use the floo network if that’s ok?” Harry said.

“Of course, You can use magic anytime you want, my boy I owe you that much.” Vernon said smiling.

Harry smiled wide and then reached into his pocket, taking out a handful of floo powder, Harry then stepped into the fireplace. “Ron Weasley’s home, the burrow!” Harry said and threw down his powder.

A flash of brilliant green fire rose up from the ground and Harry disappeared from the Dursley’s

“BEEP-BEEP-BEEP BEEP-BEEP-BEEP” an alarm disturbed Harry’s sleep, getting up and stretching out, “blimey, what a night.” he said.

Walking down the hall and down the stairs, Harry was stopped by his uncle Vernon, “How did you sleep?” Vernon asked, putting his arm about Harry’s shoulder.

“I had a strange dream, I was a wizard, and I fought an evil wizard, I went to school at a secret wizarding school.” Harry said.

“well,” Vernon said, “ You have always had a great imagination for sure.”

Just then there was a knock on the door, which made both Vernon and Harry jump. Vernon walked to the front door, opening it up, there standing at the door was a young man.

“Harry!” the young man with red hair said.

“who-are-you?” Harry said.

“Harry…” Ron said again, “Harry!”

Harry opened his eyes, looked around his surroundings, Ron was over Harry along with a bunch of the students and staff. Harry was confused, scared, and frustrated.

“Bloody hell, that was close!” Ron said.

“what happened?” Harry said dazed.

“It was brilliant really, You were up on your broom, the score was tied, and you grabbed the snitch, then you fell off your broom, you hit the wall and slide down the curtain.” Ron said giving a quick play by play.

Harry got up on his own, but was also supported by his buddy Ron and Hagrid. “You must have had a few wild dreams while you were out.” Ron said.

Harry smiled, “Life is but a dream Ron, life is but a dream.”

The friends walked off the field together, cheered by the crowd of co students, staff and visitors. Save one that sat in silence, shrouded in a thick cloak. His hands wrinkled with age.

*** to be continued…!! ***