So, this is something I found on my Yahoo drafts... The idea that is. I rewrote it, I've been rewriting a lot of things lately...

Basically, Harry, Ron, and Hermione switch places. Just, read more to understand...

For Charms class. Used Prompt: Color: Ivory

628 words

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Enjoy!

The day after young Harry Potter's birth was hectic. Everyone was running around like they were chickens with their heads cut off. Bursts of magic came and went at random intervals around the baby.

After hours of practically mass hysteria, a bright white light engulfed three sleeping infants.

The three infants engulfed in light woke suddenly, their eyes filled with years beyond their ages. The memories of the people close to them were tampered, paperwork lost. Each child went through a metamorphosis, their beings in their entirety were being changed.

As the lights receded, the babies looked out at the world for a few seconds with an understanding they shouldn't have known. Before that started to fade and their surroundings seemed different and strange.

Younger Hermione Potter cried out in fear, the shadows around her seemed to move in strange and frightening ways. She only quieted when her parents rushed to her and pulled her into their comforting arms. She was okay.

Baby Harry Weasley cried out, trying to move. It took him a second to stop screaming. His whimpering didn't stop. The Weasley family was in his room soon after, each just as bedraggled as the last. The Matriarch of the family pulled the baby out of the crib and comforted him until he fell asleep. He was okay.

Ronald Granger was silent for a minute, before letting out an ear piercing screech. The reason he was crying changed from confusion, to a need. He wanted to be held. He continued to cry until a couple rushed in and picked him up. Soft words calmed him, and slight rocking motions had him drifting off into sleep before long. He was okay.

They weren't okay. The last thing they remembered was strange, almost like a dream, but more real.

Eighteen-year-old Harry stood next to nineteen-year-olds Ron and Hermione, all three looking like they had just been through war, their clothes ripped and stained in blood. Ron and Hermione each bore a fatal wound.

Hermione had a hole through her head, but that didn't keep the defiant glint out of her eyes.

Ron had a hole where his heart should have been. He didn't look into anyone's eye, keeping his head down.

Harry was glowing a slight green color.

Across from them stood a figure in strange black and dark grey clothes. All you could see of the figure was their grey skinned hands and bright white grin.

"To be who you aren't. RG, HW, and HP. To be them is to not be you. Are you sure this is what you want?" The figure was still grinning. Their voice sounded melodic, but holding a slight hiss to it.

Harry clenched his hands into fists and nodded. Ron grunted, shifting his head up a bit to glare at the figure through his blood matted bangs. Hermione answered for all three.

"We're sure. This is the only way to continue helping people. We've failed once, we won't fail again." She all but bit out. Her voice cracked a bit when she admitted their failure, but it gained a conviction after. They were serious, and they wouldn't fail this time.

"Then let the dead arise to change the world." The strangely dressed figure moved their hand around in some kind of complicated gesture, before their palm filled with a fine ivory colored sand. The figure brought their hand to their still grinning lips.

They blew on the sand, coating the three heroes in the sand and propelling their souls into those of the infants they would become.

The memory, along with all their others, were slowly locked away in the infants' minds. They wouldn't remember their previous lives until the day came that they could unlock the memories from their minds.

So, how was it? Again, one shots are easier for me to write. I don't feel as rushed and I don't have to do them in order. So, here is the first part of this series.

Mars