Rewritten

Summary: Harry, at the final battle destroys Voldemort when he did he destroyed his wand and suddenly Harry was sent to a woman unnamed. This woman lets him have one wish and only one. He wished there was some way to stop Voldemort and that is what happened he was sent back to the day before his parents were murdered and one thing very important changed he had a twin brother, Steven. He stops his parent's death only to have his brother stop Voldemort. Would this be a chance at a childhood? No way, there's rampaging reporters reporting when Steven says a word, a crazy Seer who keeps saying Harry will be a Slytherin, and a weird ghost that proclaims she knows what Harry did to get everything this way. Why can't anything go right for Harry?

Warnings: AU

Disclaimer: Harry Potter I do not own

Authors note: Really bored so I wrote this please Review I'm not quite sure whether it's good or not.

Prologue: Change of Events

"You make a mistake boy." Voldemort snarled at the black-haired teenager who pointed his wand at the snake-like man. Harry Potter had just killed Nagini a very important pet and part horcrux why he had chosen his snake he would never know all he knew now was that Voldemort was incredibly P.O.ed.

"I made no mistake Tom; one cannot live when the other survives." Harry quoted insanely, he wasn't afraid. Voldemort had killed his friends, his family, and his profession all he had left was his life and without the things that Voldemort had killed off life wasn't really that valuable. But the fire set by the many deaths he had seen was prolonging and never went out.

"I should have dealt with you seventeen years ago Potter." He snapped.

"Avada Kedavra!" They both shouted at the same time Harry jumped as the green light past but Voldemort oddly enough stood there leaving his wand out in front of him ready for it to hit. And before it did Harry heard one last sentence out of him, "I won't give up this easy." That's when the light flashed. (I was going to end it here…but it's less than 300 words so for your sake I'll ruin the moment)

Harry closed his eyes and kept them shut, "I'm dead, I'm dead, I'm dead..." He muttered under his breath

"Harry Potter, I've been waiting a long time for this moment." A very beautiful voice said.

"And who might I give the pleasure?" Asked Harry opening his eyes but seeing white everywhere it was pointless to keep them open.

"My name is no matter I'm here because you set me loose. And because of that I am granting you one wish." She declared happily but not loosing her maturity.

"Isn't it supposed to be three?" Harry criticized this was lunacy in his opinion.

"I'm not a genie." She snapped. "Do you want the wish or not?" Harry thought for a moment, when he was ten would he have believed he'd be chasing a mad-man for the rest of his life?

"One condition, where are we?" Harry asked.

"Fincayra now wish! Come on I didn't live inside a wand for a hundred years for nothing! Let's go kiddo." She said impatiently

"Fine. I'll make a wish."

"Tell me, I have things to do. Remember, gone for hundred years?" She said even when she was saying simple things she sounded like a Queen very inferior.

"Um…" He thought for a second then said very clearly, "I wish I could stop all this, all this destruction from happening."

"As you wish, by the way if you ever have any problems just yell for me." She told him. What Harry didn't know was that this being was something that lived in the realm of Fincayra, an in between place. Most people didn't know about it because now only magical beings lived there but she must have been captured and used as a core. Their wishes are simple, they change one thing about their wishaskers life, like sometimes you'd get a step-father or a pet hamster when in reality you had a pet cat and a step-mother.

"But I don't know your…" He was interrupted by a sharp pain in his arms and legs his body felt like it was being stabbed with knifes then his head it felt as if his scar was being pealed off like a bandage slowly. And in what seemed like hours of pain and wondering what was going on he awoke. His eyes saw nothing but fuzzy surroundings and what he could make out were blue walls. This room was either very large or he was very small because the walls were very high and the ceiling looked impossible for him to reach. He lay where he was in an extremely soft bed until he heard a baby cry.

Footsteps came sleepily into the room and a yawn was heard from a fairly familiar voice. "I'm up I'm up." He said tiredly looking into something opposite Harry. "Steven…why am I not surprised?" Asked the voice Harry now recognized as his father James Potter. He had taken care of the boy he had called 'Steven' and Harry felt his father's eyes on him. He was going to walk out when another came in.

"James?" She asked there was only a hint of drowsiness in her voice.

"Oh…morning Lils…what time is it?" Asked James for what Harry could tell walking over to her.

"Six, time for my little men to get up." She said picking up the boy opposite of Harry. She picked Harry up as well.

"And your big man to go back to bed, it's my vacation this week." James said yawning.

"Oh James, it's Saturday." Lily sighed. Harry meanwhile in her left arm was trying to figure out how to fix his eyesight wandless. Optimus Reparo he thought and instantly crisp colors flooded his vision. Although it had a price it made his head right were his scar was hurt too much he started to cry. In reality it was more of a howl. His mother seemed to help for the most part but his head hurt.

"Here let me see him." James said as Harry felt himself being transferred between the two and for the first time he saw him up close and smelled his father. It's odd how much a smell makes you feel about a person and your family has this distinct smell that tells you it's them. Like your grandpa Joe probably smells like fish and your uncle Fred smells like car exhaust. That made Harry snuggle closer to his father's chest.

"Lily, Harry's eyes…they're just regular pale green right?" He asked looking at the boy.

"Yeah, why?" She asked curiously holding a very interested Steven.

"Well they just went darker that's all." James said. Harry's eyes snapped open and looked at him trying to fake innocence which was quite easy in this case.

"James, I think your just imagining things." She rolled her own emerald eyes walking downstairs humming happily.

"I don't think your mummy likes me too much Harry." James said looking awkward in the room holding the toddler in one arm. That phrase made Harry giggle and James to smile. "Well at least you like me." He said stupidly. Harry laughed more it was a very sweet moment that I bet you probably had with your parents at one point in time. But alas it didn't last long enough.

SO yeah, reveiw please, I'll try to fix anything you happen to see wrong in the 2nd chapter...