"Okay, dear, let's get that cut looked at upstairs. Let me get my wand," she did, "and let's see… what was that spell again? Ah," she quickly cast a diagnostic charm. "Just a slight bump on the head, that's good." She washed out a cloth and cleaned the area around the cut. "It doesn't look deep but let's not take any chances. I'll get a healing potion for you and then I want you to lie down while it works as it'll make you a little dizzy. You got that, young man?"
Harry looked at her longingly, his eyes beginning to moisten.
"Harry dear, what's wrong? You look like you've seen a ghost." She checked his forehead for a temperature.
"Errr… " Harry said unsure. "Thanks… mum," he choked out.
"Don't thank me yet. You haven't had that potion and from what I remember, it tastes awful. That was a joke, honey."
"Oh, right."
"Really, Harry, do you feel alright?"
"I'm… I'm not sure," he replied truthfully. "You said something about a potion?"
"Yes. Come on, young man. To the kitchen."
She set off on a brisk pace and within seconds they were in the kitchen where Lily rummaged through a cabinet of old-looking jars. Finding what she wanted, she gave it to Harry. "Drink up. All of it."
He pulled the stopper and sniffed it first. Constant vigilance and all that rot. It smelled non-poisonous. That was good enough for him as he downed the potion. True to her word, it tasted horrible. "Ugh."
"Now, now, to bed with you. The effects should kick in within a couple minutes. Off you go," Lily smiled.
Harry headed towards the stairs. He looked around the house. It smelled of home. It reminded him of home. It was a nice family home. More importantly, it was his home.
Upstairs he found his bedroom and laid down after taking his shoes off. He had some serious thinking to do. Where was he? Why was he there? Where was here?
And after some crazy theories and thoughts, it came to him like a mental shot.
Years ago Dudley had been assigned a book report. He didn't want to do it so the easiest thing to do was to get his 'freak' cousin to do it for him. The only problem with that logic was that his aunt and uncle had decided that he was not to read any books outside of school as it would corrupt his freakish mind, possibly putting things in there that they couldn't beat out. Or so that was what Harry speculated since they didn't let him do any homework once he was home and ready to begin working for the rest of the day.
Dudley got past this by threatening Harry into doing it after his chores were normally done for the day, telling him to stay up late at night until it was done. Harry didn't care at the time as it beat simply laying on his cot until he fell asleep. This gave him some slight distraction. The book that Dudley had to read was a science fiction novel called, " What Mad Universe " by Fredrick Brown. The premise of the story had been that somehow a man had moved from his reality to an alternate reality where the rest of the story went. The main character had gone from reality to reality, usually based on what he was thinking of at the moment when the event happened to move him. This is what must have happened to him.
He was in an Alternative Universe. Of course in the book the man had moved to a different reality and stayed as himself, wearing the same clothes he had on prior to the event, but Harry was now younger. His body was small. And flabby. His clothes and all his possessions were not there. His wand was missing. He had to have swapped bodies with the Harry in this universe. That was all good for the Harry in his original dimension who had the capital to take care of himself, but for him that wasn't so good as he was dead broke in a strange environment surrounded by people he didn't really know.
Only, he did know them. Lily Potter had a knack for wanting to cook meals. Only she wasn't very good at it and the household didn't employ a house-elf much as his father wanted one. Her husband James, Harry's father, was one of four captains in the Auror division. He ran the weekend shift, which meant he was gone for two full days every week, but was home for the rest of the week. There was more information about his family, such as his sister Rose…
Harry laid in bed for hours as his memory caught up with images, sounds, smells, emotions, joy, pain, everything that it was to be Harry Potter in that dimension. Only, he could tell it was incomplete. After three hours of lying on this bed he had only gotten through the last couple years of his 'life'. There was more, he was sure of it. He needed to review more memories in depth. But at least he had the gist of his family down now.
Lily and James Sirius and Amy
Harry - 10 Alex - 9
Shelia - 9 Jasmine - 9
Rose - 9 Amanda - 5
Leon - 8 Eric - 2
Sylvia - 4
Lily - 3
It was June 30th and he was home for the holiday. His sisters and brothers (for he included Alex as a brother as he and Leon were inseparable) had months to play before going back to school. Something had happened yesterday that caused Harry to get worried and late last night he stole away on a broom. He must have crashed and hit his head just prior to them switching positions. That would account for the bump but not the scar. He'd always had the scar - only, did this Harry have a scar. No, he didn't he remembered. He was unmarked. Then, who defeated Voldemort or was there even a Voldemort here?