Harry Potter and the Butterfly Effect

Prologue

"Albus what is this," A voice hissed nearby causing a ragged figure to stir. The limited movement of his limbs caused the rusting of the chains.

"Snivvy for once shut up and don't question the Headmaster," another voice rebuked.

"How can I not question the Headmaster when he simply apparates us to somewhere in the Austrian Alps without so much an explanation Black?" The voices grew louder and a jolt of recognition flickered in the inmate's eyes. 'Surely not?' the ragged man thought as whisps of his breath could be seen in the cold room.

The footsteps stopped and the figure looked up, squinting as light from a wand filled the room. He flinched as his eyes ached. How long had it been since this small cell had seen light?

"Who?" someone behind the person holding the light asked as they must have taken in the sight he made and seated on the cold stone floor, with arms and neck in chains fastened to the wall. Shaggy hair and split ends that had seen better days, barefoot, and in rags that were once respectable clothes—not even afforded a bed or the gift of sunlight. The prisoner chuckled, oh what a sight he surely made.

"Severus, may I introduce you to Harry James Potter," Albus stated frankly. The prisoner, Harry, could hear the hitch of breath but it was not the same man that spoke.

"Bullshit Dumbledore! Harry is dead!" Black uttered angrily. This caused Harry to blink incredulously, not that the trio took notice. 'He was dead? How? Deatheaters? Voldemort? His relatives?' Harry questioned mentally as his hazy gaze took in the three visitors.

"I assure you, this man is indeed Harry James Potter," Dumbledore stated. "Just not from this reality,"