AN: Something that was swimming around in my head one day after watching something, a cookie to those that guess what it was (it won't be that hard if you squint xD).


At the birthplace of the magical community of the world, when Divination was far more sort after and the practice far more believed in, a trusted seer of the time gave a premonition that would start a revolution, the beginning of the belief that magical children born of non magical families were to be feared and treated with great caution, which would evolve into hatred and outright contempt by a vast percentage of the magical populous.

"Doomsday will arrive on the death of the new blood of the first month, they will bring upon the world the end of all things, that which cannot die."

Up until then new magicals, from that moment onward called muggle born, were treated fairly well but the trusted words of the seer saw that the distrust and discrimination of new magicals born from muggles explode across the world.

And as with all things when pitted against time, the foretelling of Doomsday was forgotten, though the effects of the foretelling of the End of All Things would remain.

o.o

Lily had done little else the whole time that James, Harry and herself had been in hiding other than research; it was one of the few things she was truly gifted in and if things had worked out differently, would have become a top level unspeakable, as events played out that would never happen and Lily would miss a few fundamental teachings when researching fields of magic not widely known.

Lily and James had defied Lord Voldemort 3 times, and each time Lily had learnt something, primarily that the Dark Lord preferred the quickest way to kill his enemies with the always successful Killing Curse, so with this knowledge Lily spent weeks researching the mechanics of the spell to find a means to defeat it, or subvert it if she couldn't do the first.

Lily had deduced, after many a time going over any and all information she could get her hands on, at quite a high cost, that the Avada Kedavra actually severed the link that held the soul to the body, it was soul magic in the most barbaric form possible.

With this information Lily had something to work with, a basis to centre her ritual on.

On the eve of 31st October Lily had ironed out her plan.

Irrespective of what had been told to James and herself from Dumbledore about the supposed prophecy that connected the Dark Lord Voldemort to her son, Lily had created her soul ritual, markings covering the whole of the nursery that Harry was currently residing in, not caring about the consequences of what was to happen afterwards.

When Lord Voldemort found them, as Lily knew he inevitably would, and killed both James and herself, she would use both hers and her husband's death to power the ritual that would protect her son's soul from the killing curse.

Lily was just finishing her final touches on her ritual when she heard James' frantic shout.

"LILY IT'S HIM! HE'S HERE! TAKE HARRY AND RUN!" she heard from downstairs.

Her heart hammering in her chest, Lily darted to her son, whom was eyeing her sceptically, when the door to the room blew to pieces, wooden shards flying in every direction.

The Dark Lord stepped through the doorframe slowly, eyeing the room's occupants.

"Step aside." Lily couldn't believe her ears, he wasn't going to kill her? "Step aside now, I want the boy."

"No!" not her baby, not her Harry. Lily had to get him to kill her to fulfil her rituals requirements. "Not my son, take me instead, kill me!"

"Very well then, Avada Kedavra!"

It was strange, Voldemort thought, that Lily Potter died with a smile on her face, like he had done exactly what she wanted him to.

No matter, she was dead, time to kill the boy and fulfil this prophecy.

"How you could ever become my equal…" he said with great amusement before lovingly uttering the words for the killing curse.

The green spell connected with the boy, whom had started crying the moment his mom had died, and dropped to the matress of his cot, dead.

Voldemort smiled cruelly at his actions for all of 7 seconds, taking in the satisfaction of what he'd done, before he felt something…shift.

The boy's body twitched.

"What the…"

The room lit up like a Christmas tree as green light shone brightly out the window of Harry's room, Voldemort not getting a second to comprehend what was happening before his body disintegrated, his spirit fleeing an instant later, missing the fragment, created from Lily Potter's death at his hands, that settled into a fresh jagged cut on the boys forehead.

o.o

After being collected by Hagrid from a near rabid Sirius Black, Harry fell asleep within the half giants coat as they passed over Bristol on Sirius Black's flying motorbike that Hagrid had procured.

Harry died of suffocation, the weight of the half giant's massive coat too much for the toddler's small frame to cope with and Harry's lungs collapsed as his ribcage gave way. Unknown to Hagrid, with air ripping through his ears and goggles protecting his eyes from wind shear, the massive man didn't see the tiny frame, in proportion to himself, flash green, and the small body of Harry James Potter started breathing again, much stronger than before.

o.o

Dumbledore, McGonagall and Hagrid had left Harry on the doorstep of the Dursley's residence of Number 4 Privet Drive 2 hours ago, and it was freezing. Harry Potter's infant body, never mind the blanket he was wrapped in with letter resting on top, couldn't handle the frigid temperature and went into hypothermia, dying 15 minutes after the fact, only taking that long due to Harry's internal magic trying to fight the effects it was being afflicted with.

The doorstep of Number 4 Privet Drive lit up the street for but an instant in a flash of green, the soul of the Potter family scion returning to its host as if it never left, nor would it ever again from hypothermic reasons.

o.o

The morning of November 1st, when Vernon Dursley opened the door to retrieve the morning paper he very nearly kicked the squirming frame of Harry Potter across the road but stopped himself a hairs breath from going through with it when he noticed a neighbour doing the same as him across the road with their own newspaper. With a sneer that would soon earn a permanent place on the bulging mans' face, the man bent down and picked up the baby and the envelope, taking the newsletter in the other hand and closed the door.

The World would never be the same again.


AN: So, another egg into the fry pan, lets see what becomes of this.

Let me make one thing clear, however, read this for your enjoyment, comment if you want, but I write all of my fics for my own enjoyment so i don't mind too much if no one reviews but reviews do help with my writing process.

As with all my fics, if i like the idea i'll write the story, so if you have a problem with anything I write, that's your problem not mine, so if you flame me thats on you s i don't really care.