Sirius was dead.
The moment he went into the veil, his breath stopped, and everything went black. This made sense to him. He fell into a place few had ever seen, and he died.
What didn't make sense was that he was now a living, breathing, infant.
He had no idea how it happened or where in the world he was, he just knew he had a Mum, a Dad, a big sister, and was named Kiba.
His sister, Hana, appeared to be about seven years old, and had brown hair down to her shoulders. Her eyes were black pools, and she had two red marks on her cheeks, all he could see of her outfit was her tan jacket.
She held him tightly in her arms, keeping him warm, and was blabbering away about school, where she was learning the best places to stab people.
Sirius was confused, and not sure of whether or not being alive again was a pleasant experience.
-=-1-=-
The war was hard. When it was over, things were even tougher.
Harry had a hard time living, knowing Fred, Lupin, Collin, Neville, even Goyle and Draco would never speak, breathe, see, or bother him, again. It hurt, when he found Neville, Collin, and Fred, lying there with eyes wide open, cold and unmoving; victims of the utmost unforgivable curse. Draco and Goyle had chosen, last minute, to fight the Death Eaters. Draco had accidentally been killed by his own father, and Goyle was an easy opponent to take down. Lupin was a mangled mess of limbs and blood, and they found Tonks sobbing at his side.
It wasn't just them; countless bodies littered the ground, all around him, both sides having many casualties.
Harry hoped he would never see war again.
He, Hermione, Ron, and any one who would volunteer, brought bodies back to be identified, and made sure every single one of them got a proper burial. After every one, living or dead, was accounted for, he and his friends helped get things all cleaned up, and everything fixed.
It was hard to move on, school was opened again, but he didn't feel like it was home anymore. It felt like a grave. A grave for all that were lost in the fight, and those before, and every death, Cedric's, Dumbledore's, Sirius', and Snape's, were fresh.
It hurt, to try and live, but with Ron and Hermione at his side, he felt the will to move on.
Soon, he was out of Hogwarts, living happily with his two friends, and going to work.
Lots of lives left, even after all they had fought for; Narcissa Malfoy killed herself, Pansy Parkinson did the same not long after, George died in a muggle bombing, and Blaise Zabini was poisoned by his mother.
And even he, Harry Potter, died.
The good thing about his death was that, in the train crash, he was there for Ron and Hermione as they all died together.
Luna was in her seventh year when she left, only a few months after Harry.
Some Ravenclaw boys in her year had thought it would be funny to shove her into the lake from the dock.
She didn't feel like swimming.
-=-3-=-
Kankuro buried his head in his hands, breathing deep, and tried to calm down. He had suffered another nightmare, but was doing his best not to let it affect him.
'He didn't mean to kill me.' He thought, trying not to whisper it aloud, 'My brother and sister are fine. Mum didn't want to leave Temari, Gaara and me.'
He held his breath for a few moments, before letting it out. 'What's wrong with me? Am I that pathetic?'
He pushed his small feet over the edge of his bed, and snuck to the room he knew his baby brother was locked in, making sure his feet made minimal noise. He was glad that his 'father' had only thought to use a door lock on the outside of the door to keep his brother in. Kankuro and Temari were forbidden to see Gaara, but Kankuro internally sneered at the notion, he'd see his brother if he felt like it.
The little redheaded toddler lay on the bed, curled up, hugging a teddy, but his pale green eyes were open and almost immediately focused on his big brother. His lips curled up only slightly, and Kankuro shut the door softly behind him, before whispering, "How ya feelin' shorty?"
"Fine."
Kankuro smiled, before going over and flopping on the bed, ruffling his brother's hair. He fought not to be bitter near his brother; in a week, Gaara would be taken to live with their uncle. His hands rose, and rubbed his face, where the face paint Temari had put on him was.
He sat in silence, occasionally ruffling Gaara's hair or smiling at him, for a few hours, but, all too soon, his time with his two-and-a-half-year-old brother was cut short. He smiled at him, before waving goodbye, and exited the room, locking the door, then went back to his and Temari's room.
His 'father' thought he should live in fear of his little brother, but, despite how cold he was usually, his siblings were important to him, and he refused to let the disgusting man sway his beliefs.
He lay down on his bed, thinking about the man who wanted Kankuro to call him 'Dad'. He had sacrificed his mother to force a demon in his baby brother, and had never been kind to any of his children. Kankuro couldn't help but regard the man with utter disgust; he knew his 'father' would sacrifice him or his sister with out a second thought if it meant more power in his filthy hands.
His father, real father, wouldn't have ever sacrificed his wife or his child like that. He had been strong, and had gotten into quite a bit of trouble, but he wouldn't have ever treated his family like that. Lucius was cold, but he had cared for Draco and Narcissa.
Draco may have died at his father's hand, but he knew the man hadn't intended for the curse to hit him.
He let out a sigh, before getting up, and getting dressed; the sun had risen.
He hadn't been happy, being born as Kankuro, but Temari and his Mum had made him warm and safe. He learned to love them, and though Karura would never have been his Mother, he grew close quickly with his older sibling and new Mum. His 'father' had ripped that pleasant happiness from him, but with baby Gaara, he had gained some back.
He blamed his 'father' for his mother's death, not his innocent little brother.
Draco hadn't been a caring sort, but he hadn't lived in a family with two siblings and a dangerous father before. Draco had lived in a family with two cold, but caring parents. Kankuro had, at one point, had a sweet and loving mother. Kankuro had a goofy, loving, playful sister, a sweet, naive, kind baby brother to look after, and a dangerous man who had power over them.
He wasn't Draco anymore.
He was Kankuro, and he would take good care of his siblings.
-=-4-=-
Harry clung to his- her- Mummy's shirt, trying to get hi-her facial muscles to cooperate. Giving a happy squeal to the woman who had recently given birth to her. Harry was fine being baby Tenten.
Her Mummy had long, brown hair, and big, loving, amber eyes. Her Dad had short, black hair, and chocolaty eyes.
It was weird to be a baby girl. As a baby, it was hard to control anything, and being a girl was a whole new level of weird. But she was happy, she had family, and they loved her; they couldn't replace his family from before, but there was no reason why she couldn't love them full-heartedly.
-=-5-=-
Sarutobi stared at the tiny blond, wondering why those big blue eyes held so much knowledge.
Naruto was, on the other hand, confused about a lot of things.
He had been born with two control centers, having, in the past, been Fred and George, who were reunited in the odd way of being born as one baby boy.
They were overjoyed, of course, but their mother was dead, along with their father, and somehow, a demon had been sucked into them. Now an old guy, who vaguely reminded them of Dumbledore, was staring at them.
The whole ordeal was confounding.
Sarutobi soon decided that he had just imagined that mysterious glint of intelligence mixed with mischief in the baby's adorable face.
Soon, the older man sighed, then went to thoughts on what could be done with the now orphaned child.
-=-6-=-
A green-eyed, pink haired baby blinked up at a pink haired, brown-eyed woman who held her in her arms.
This baby was confused, but not all that upset, seeing as she had a second chance at life, and could read all she desired when she had full use of her motor skills.
Her mother held her tight, and smiled gently at the baby, whispering, "I think I'll name you... Sakura,"
The newly dubbed Sakura made a noise of contentment, and was soon slumbering peacefully; being born was a tiring thing, after all.
About four months later, in September, a cute, pale, blue-eyed baby, with light blonde hair was born.
This baby was flustered and upset. She wanted to stay dead.
She had died intentionally, and couldn't help, in her young state, but cry.
-=-7-=-
A/N= This isn't as long as I intended for this first chapter to be, but I hope you like it anyway, I will try to get longer chapters as I continue. Thank you~~