1 Harry Potter
Harry opened his eyes with a gasp and a darkness rushed to greet him.
He blinked his eyes repeatedly and slowly adjusted to the dim light of the surrounding.
He tried to move his body, but it won't budge.
Turning his head, he saw two men in black robes wearing a mask.
They're holding him down, preventing him from moving a muscle. They seems to be very serious and focused on their job.
Harry's eyebrows frowned as he feels unpleasant feeling from them
He was muddled and confused at his current situation. The last thing he remembers was partying with his coworker in his apartment, They kept urging each other to drink until late at night. Harry had no memory of what transpired other than drinking himself into oblivion and end up wasted just like the other.
'But what the hell is this... a prank?' Harry moaned inside his heart as he noted some weirdly clothed people around him.
But his thought was cut off by a cold voice.
"Ah, the famed Harry Potter... You gave me so much trouble with your... little army, but it's ended now." Voldemort chuckled,
"Today is going to be your funeral and my rise to power once again."
'Huh? what is he talking about..." Harry raised his eyebrow in confusion. A moment later he comes to realization, 'Ah, he must be talking about the setting they're coming with.'
But the voice is unfamiliar to him, it was clearly not his coworker's voice, he wondered if they hired someone to do the dirty work.
Harry lifted his head to look at the one who spoke to him and immediately stunned.
They're professionals!
The makeup is first class for sure. He had no idea how they could create a monstrous face with a lack of nose.
But he was pretty sure that it was very costly, so he started to get a bit suspicious about it.
His coworkers are a bunch of misers, so it's impossible for them to readily part with their money just to give him one hell of costly prank.
He examined the bald freak in front of him but drew blank. He had no idea who the freak was supposed to be.
"Any last words?" The freak that worshipped by the death eaters as their lord frowned when he saw the blank look on Harry Potter's face, unaware that different souls had occupied his body.
With a dark look on his face, Voldemort ordered his man to throw Harry Potter into the Veil. He was furious that Harry Potter ignored him.
'But wait, Harry Potter? my name is Harry alright, but I don't remember to change my last name to Potter, is this also their setting?' He mumbled under his breath, 'And Harry Potter? It's sounds familiar... where did I heard it before...'
He shook his head, he don't remember.
Harry looked at the ominous black curtain fluttering in the ancient structure, a cracked stone archway, and can't help but sigh with amazement.
The ancient and chill-inducing structure they refer to as the Veil must be this archway, Harry thought. He had no idea that Veil is what appeared as a tattered black curtain. This fluttering curtain that looked like a black mist is a barrier between two worlds and one cannot travel between the two worlds because it's a one-way trip.
'It looks so real, just like a real magical phenomenon.' He was shivering as he look at the Veil. Harry wondered what the trick behind the mysterious mist-like haze and cursed them for making the room looked very real, they even changed the temperature drastically.
Even though he was annoyed with the abrupt prank, he was quite enjoying the new experience for sure. It was a bit entertaining and he find himself waiting with anticipation of the next event.
But he also doesn't want to give them satisfaction and stay unresponsive toward their taunts by holding back his surprise and amazement at their job well done and the realistic prank.
The closer they dragged him to the Veil, the colder the temperature become.
And he felt a deep chills all over his body when he arrived in front of it.
He wants to protest, but before he could open his mouth, the freak raised his wand and some invisible force pushed him toward the Veil.
Swoosh~~
The moment Harry passed the Veil, his body turned weightless and transparent just like a dying soul floating in the air.
His thought was muddled and he felt weird all over.
When he looked down, horror etched into his face.
His body started to dissipate!
Harry turned to look at the bald freak in horror. He wanted to shout and scream but nothing come out from his mouth...
Shua~
Before long Harry was completely disappeared from the Veil.
That day, the boy who lived was no more...
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Harry's vision was blurred and all he saw was white then nothing.
By the time he realize it, he was in a completely different place than before. He was on the sandy beach.
His shoes and pant are drenched.
He wanted to curse at his bad luck but stopped as pain assaulted his head.
Harry knelt down and screamed as he clutched his head with both of his hands.
Together with the pain, some foreign memories also started to emerge in his mind. The memories of Harry Potter since he was a child started to play out one by one just like a movie player.
Starting from his childhood when he was mistreated by his family, locked and sleep in cupboard for weeks. The sadness, grief, and loneliness. But before he had the time to indulge in the sad memory, excruciating pain started to assault his mind once again.
"Arghh!"
The memories continue to play out inside his mind along with the pain.
Harry had no idea how long the pain lasted, in the end, he was no longer able to open his mouth. He could only let out a hoarse groan due to a prolonged screaming.
Now, he just gritted his teeth as the last memory of Harry Potter waged war against the Dark Lord and when he lost everything in his last struggle, including his loved one. It was just like a tragic story he used to avoid in the past because it would leave a bad after taste in your mouth and leave you in a bad mood for weeks.
But now Harry was not in a mood to care about such things because he just thought that his life was also pretty tragic. And depending on how things proceed, it might get worse than mere tragic.
After the great pain he experienced today, he had no choice but to believe that it's not a prank anymore.
Something wrong was happening to him and he had some hunch in his mind. A very bad one at that.
As far as he knows, technology is not advanced enough for some secret organization or government to be able to transplant people's memory into another person. Other than a dream called nightmare, there's no other explanation.
But it was very unlikely, he never had a vivid dream in his whole life.
Though the memories transplant has ended, his head is still throbbing painfully and he could only grit his teeth as he slowly crawled on the white sand towards the closest building.
Thankfully it was nighttime, otherwise, he had no idea if the guards would help or restrain him due to the strange people crawling and moaning on the beach.
He stopped crawling as he bump into something. He raised his head and saw a sandcastle in front of him.
Atop the sandcastle, there were 3 figurine which also made of sand. Harry was surprised by the details of the 3 small figurine.
He can even see their face and expression!
One of them was even smaller than the other two.
What a genius!
"It seems to be a family of three?" Harry grabbed the works of arts in front of him and it crumbled into sand. He then rested his body beside the half-destroyed castle.
As the pain slowly lessened, he stood up and wobbled toward the closest building to him.
He stopped after he leave the sandy area and patting himself down.
Harry came to the realization that he had no pockets in his pants and he was dressed in a strange black robe that no sane responsible adult would wear.
"I am pretty sure Jonny would love to wear this." Harry chuckled in amusement as he remember his brother's son. Jonny liked to wear a weird costume every time they met. Sometimes he would wear a strange jumpsuit with a headband, sometimes black overall with cloak. Though Harry had no idea what costume they're supposed to be.
After turning his pockets inside out, he find out that he had nothing. There's no phone, no wallet, no keys, and obviously no cash either.
Finally, Harry turned to his robe. He rolled his sleeve and gazed at his hand with doubt and anticipation.
A moment later Harry gulped loudly. At this stage, there's no need for a mirror to test his hunch. He was pretty sure that it was not his body. He lost his bulging muscle and his skin tone is way too different from his old one. Now his skin is pale white with no excess muscle.
He would grief for the loss of his muscle, but his current situation prevents him to do so. It was worse than his loss of muscle.
Harry observed his surroundings and his heart sank. He had some inkling that he was not in his country anymore.
The broken sign on the dilapidated buildings across the street looks like something that comes out from a horror movie.
According to Harry Potter's memories, he was supposed to be dead for passing through the Veil.
"Is this the afterlife?" He said, "Well, I won't know anything if I stay here all the time..."
With a trembling hand, he rolled his sleeve once again and take out the wand from its holster.
He observed the thin and weird shaped wand in front of him intently. It's comfortable to the touch and he felt a strange connection with it.
"First thing first, I have to do something about this drenched robe..."
Harry took a deep breath and waved his wand in a complicated manner and hot air immediately streamed out from the tip of his wand. He gave a nervous laugh and pointed the wand to his robe and pants which made them flapping wildly as though hot steam was blowing around him.
It didn't take long before they dried out completely.
He patted himself and felt that his robe is no longer drenched anymore.
"You've got to be kidding me..." Even though Harry is pretty sure of his new fate, he was still stunned at how easily he managed to cast the spell following Harry Potter's memory.
"This is unbelievable, I am a sorcerer..." He laughed in delight, then suddenly something come upon his mind. Thinking about this matter, he can't help but stopped his laughter. A moment later, he sighed, his expression was complex.
"So... what happened to the real Harry Potter?" He started to feel bad for the owner of this body, Harry Potter. He lost everything and everyone he loved in the war and in the end someone even snatched his body from him.
He sighed in sadness for Harry Potter's tragic life. He then eyed the desolate street and dilapidated buildings across the street, "This... I don't think my situation was any better..."
