Chapter 1
Prologue
WTF?
Honestly, WTF???!!!
I have no words.
None at all.
What had just happened?
Is it another one of the lemon-drop loving pedophile's schemes? Hadn’t he had his fun at the expense of the Drama that was the life of Harry Potter?
Couldn’t I catch a break?
For once?
It’s not like I am asking for something unobtainable.
But then again, I had always been the gullible fool.
Now that I think about it, I find the events of the past seven years of my life to be strange. Unnatural. Surreal.
Why did I even do what I did at the end?
Why did I trust the words of a man that as it turned out, did nothing but lie to me and the memories of another that loathed the ground I stood on?
Why?
Why didn’t I try to get the opinion of an expert?
What guarantee did he even have that a timely Avada was all a Hocrux needed to be destroyed? Why didn’t they use it for all those others then? It would have definitely made everything so much easier…
Maybe it was just another one of those Light-sided prejudices…
But then again, at the time I didn’t even think to ask.
Why?
What had happened to the Harry that brought back such brilliant reports that the Dursleys frothed at the mouth in envy? The one who had read every book in the school library? The one who played around with wandless magic and was best friends with some snakes…???
Did that ever happen?
I couldn’t even remember that before now…
But then again, I am not surprised that Dumblefuck knew how to use an Obliviate. Needed a gullible little pawn, didn’t he?
But what happened before is the very least of my problems.
Because after the forest?
The blaring white train station with the old goat waiting there just for me?
When that man had the sheer audacity to once again spout his ‘Power of Love’ drivel, I couldn’t resist the overwhelming urge to speak my mind.
And so when he started ‘hinting’ about going back, I told him to shove his explanations where the sun doesn’t shine and boarded a random train. The only criteria I had was it had to be a different train. Different from the one I was being pushed towards.
But maybe, just maybe I should have listened to the old pervert. Maybe for once he actually said something helpful for a change. But at the time I didn’t care.
And one thing I will never regret is seeing the dumbfounded and then pissed off look on his face just before he tried to chase after me. But some outside force was dragging him further and further away until I can swear the I heard his agonizing scream somewhere near the horizon.
But that is a thing of the past.
Because now I have to face the present.
The present where I am a baby.
A baby named Georgie.
Chapter 1
The life of Georgie Denbrough was simple.
And Harry Potter preferred it that way.
Derry was the kind of small town where nothing ever happened. There were no psychopaths out for his blood or magical creatures out on a rampage. He had perfectly normal parents, if a bit overbearing in their love. He had a doting elder brother who reminded him too much of himself at that age. There were no adventures. No danger. And he liked it that way.
But something was off.
He couldn’t tell what exactly, but his intuition, that sixth-sense that saved his life too many times too count was always a constant buzz inside his mind. And it was getting stronger. Louder. Until eventually he could almost hear the metaphorical warning bells blaring through constantly.
At first he was on guard.
Because to ignore the warning given was the action of a fool. And regardless of what anyone would think, he didn’t survive so long as Harry Potter by ignoring his instincts.
But as time passed and nothing seemed to change, he grew frustrated. It wasn’t just the very real if hidden danger that earned his ire. No. It was the constant feeling of anticipation that just wouldn’t go away that got on his nerves.
He would honestly rather something happen already.
Regardless of being unable to access his magic.
Of not being ready.
And so one day, Harry, or little Georgie went out to play.
And never came back.