Chapter 1
It was dark and I was cold. I could feel the blood trickling down my side and I knew I was going to die. I could hear the footsteps of them, walking away into the distance, like they didn’t just murder someone. I felt myself fading away and the last thing I saw was the light getting dimmer and dimmer until everything was black. The only thing I regret is not living life to the fullest. Well that and not being able to finish the Harry Potter book series.
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Harry James Potter was a well behaved baby. He didn’t cry that much, and was relatively quiet. He was sleepy most of the time. It was worrying really, but James and Lily couldn’t do much about it, since you know, Voldemort was after them. But other than the fact that he was quiet, he was pretty normal. He ate the right amount, facilitated regularly, and was even just beginning to walk. But today was different. James could feel it, Lily could feel it, even Sirius and Remus could feel it, despite being on an auror mission in Manchester. The day started off as usual, James got Harry breakfast, Lily updated the wards around the house, Harry’s eyes were blown wide open. Wait, that’s not a part of the routine. James spun around to face Harry in his highchair and watched as he looked around everywhere, like he was just seeing everything for the first time. “Lily, come in here!” James called out, hearing Lily come inside right away. “Yes, James? What’s wrong? Is it Harry?” She sounded a little frantic, which is to be expected if you’re hiding from a dark lord that wishes to kill your only son. “Look.” he pointed at Harry, whose eyes were a little less wide open now, but still a big change from his usual sleepy look, staring right back at him. “Oh, hi honey.” Lily cooed at her child, whose eyes landed onto her.
“Wat da fuc”
Both parents were hysterical.
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That whole day Harry([REDACTED]) ’s parents tried to get him (her?they?) to say different things, which some he did say, like mama and papa, and others he couldn’t say, like broomstick and Snivellus (Lily hit James on the head for that one). Then Harry needed lunch and was put down for a nap. He fell asleep pretty quickly, partly due to him being confused, and the fact that he’s a 16 month old baby and baby’s work differently. All in all, it was a pretty okay day, ignoring the fact that [REDACTED] just died and became fucking Harry Potter, yeah the day was okay. Until he woke up to fucking voldemort killing his parents.
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Someone’s trying to get into their wards. James and Lily know immediately they were sold out by Peter, and rush into action.
“Lily, I need you to go upstairs and protect Harry.”
“But James-” “No, I need to do this, if you ended up dying I would never forgive myself.”
Lily sighs, knowing they have little time before he shows up, Lily gives him a goodbye kiss on lips and turns to run up the stairs, giving James one last look before running to Harry’s room.
Lily starts to set up wards around Harry, which doesn’t wake him up yet, and then once she’s finished with that she starts carving runes into Harry’s crib. She’s starting to cry, releasing this might be the last time she ever she’s Harry or her husband ever again. This is when Harry wakes up, staring at his mother crying, and he doesn’t know what to do.
“Mama.” he says, trying to calm her down. This only makes her cry harder, and she lifts him up in her arms, hugging him close like it’s the last time he’ll ever be held like this, in her arms, safe. It’s then when they realise that this is probably when Harry’s parents die fighting against Voldemort. He looks at Harry’s(his?their?) mom, who puts him back in the crib, and sees their mom, the lady they didn’t get to say one last, ‘I love you’ to, or even a ‘goodbye’. So, he’ll say it now.
“I lub you, Mama.”
Lily looks at her son, who just learned to talk, and sees him look at her with a big smile and wide doe eyes. “I love you too honey.”
“AVADA KEDAVRA!” is heard in the distance, then furious steps up the stairs. Lily turns her back on Harry and gets into a defensive stance.
“Goodbye Mama.”
“Goodbye, baby.” Lily says as more silent tears race down her cheeks.
Voldemort bursts through the door.
“Hand over the child!” Voldemort rages right as he rushes into the room.
“I will not.” Lily stands her ground, pointing her wand at him, ready to use an unforgivable spell if it may come to that.
“I will not repeat myself! Hand over the child, and I might spare your life.”
Lily knows Voldemort will kill her anyways, so she stays still, about to cast a spell on Voldemort when- “AVADA KEDAVRA!”
Harry watches his mothers body fall to the ground, speechless. He turns to Voldemort. He’s a bit miffed.
“Such a shame,” he says, looking down at her dead body. “I really wasn’t going to kill her, Severus will be disappointed in me. Oh well, he’ll forgive me, I'm sure. Back to business. AVADA KEVAD-” Before he can even finish the unforgivable, the green light already shooting out his wand and touching Harry’s forehead, the magic from the wards that Lily put her heart and soul in, combined with magic from Harry’s anger, activate, and instead of killing Harry, they absorb the last part of his soul he has left, leaving a lichtenberg figure scar going from the top left side of Harry’s forehead to the right end of his face and down his neck all the way to his collarbone. Harry sits there for what feels like a long time. He’s not doing anything, just sitting there with his eyes open wide, witnessing the death of another mother. And even though he’s only been here for mere hours, his heart yearns for his mom and dad, but he knows he’ll never really see them again. At one point during his time spent staring into the abyss, Snape comes into the room, heading right over to Lily and holding her. He just holds her for a moment before he starts crying. And Harry understands, he still isn’t crying even though he was there to witness it.
It’s then that he( they?both?yeah) decides o distract himself, and while it might not be the best coping mechanism, it’s his and it works. But seriously, why couldn’t they have just died? Like they lived enough. They had a nice circle of friends, a couple friendly acquaintances, and they never dated anyone or had a first kiss that counts, but they never needed all that. The only regrets they had was that they didn’t live a little more and that they didn’t finish the Harry Potter series- oh. That’s probably why they’ve been reincarnated. But still! It could’ve literally been anyone else! A background character, a transfer student from Dumstrang that only shows up in the 4th book and falls in love with a Hogwarts or Beauxbatons student only to leave at the end of the year and promise to keep in touch through letters and then eventually one of them ends up cheating. At this point they’d even take Draco Malfoy! At least he was also in Slytherin. But no, they had to be the Boy-Who-Lived. The Boy-Who-Almost-Dies-Every-Year. The Boy-Who-Was-Obviously-Bisexual-But-J.K-Rowling-Was-Scared-Of-The-Rainbow. This is so unfair. The only bad thing they did in life was steal, excessively.
They take a deep breath, and notice everything that’s changed around the room. Dumbledoor, Hagrid, and a few aurors are there, likely inspecting the scene. Snape pulled himself together and is standing in the corner glaring at everyone and everything. Harry is now in Hagrid’s arms, probably being put there by Sirius when Harry was thinking (ranting) about how unfair it was to be Harry Potter. An explosion can be heard from across the street, and all the aurors rush there, leaving Snape, Dumbledoor, and Hagrid alone in Harry’s room. Snape also leaves the room, muttering something about his plants and potions. ‘Don’t leave! My fate will be left in this manipulative man’s hands!’ Harry thinks, starting to squirm and make little noises. Dumbledoor, the traitor, swaddles him in a lilac blanket and swishes his wand in a Z formation. “Lavart sopor” he says, and Harry instantly falls asleep.