HP, Dumbledore, Harry, Pulling from another universe, Death of characters

“I’m not sure of this Albus. How do we know whoever we pull from the universe that the Harry there conquered the Dark Lord, isn’t one himself?” Said a nervous Lupin as they laid the last of the runes they needed to pull a victorious Harry Potter to their world to replace their dead one.

“Nonsense. Harry has always been a hero and always will be. Now everyone in their places.” The serene Dumbledore calmed everyone.

The ritual builds. Lightning flashes. And there stands, in his glory, a twenty-something year old Harry Potter. One garbed in grey’s and browns, and who raises his glowing hand. His mouth opening to say something before Dumbledore can.

“FIREBALL!” And with that, the only ones who knew he had been summoned into their realm were dead. The new Dark Lord had just entered his recent universe to conquer it as well.

Fin

OMAKE: From Samsas:

“Excellent”

Harry whispered in rapture as he walked through the devastation of one of Britain’s most ancient ritual circles. The vague charcoal forms on the ground slowly collapsing into ash. Once he passed the magical barrier he took a deep breath, his eyes bleeding to blood red at the rich scents of LIFE~.

The smile that formed on his face was filled with insanity and greed. All life had been extinguished on his world for nearly a decade. Now… now he had a new playground and the world would weep.

Fin
7/7/2026