Prologue

It wasn't like something bad happened. He died after long eventful life, but still died. Where was no pain, no regret and he welcomed death with open arms.

Then why? Why was he thinking again about new life, new story, new something. He had enough! Enough of pain,enough of life. Then why was he walking to ask (not beg) for another chance if it would only hurt him in end?

Well it wasn't like his last was all sunshine and roses,but he wanted to experience something better, he knew he could do better. When he died he had a lot of time to think,remember and it wasn't all pleasant seeing his mistakes, weaknesses and faults.

"I want new life."

Life in which he could control what he wanted. Where he wouldn't let himself to be manipulated,because he would have this life memories.

Do you want something particular

Life would be better because this time he had choice.

"I want my parents to be alive. I want to James and Lily's son. I want to look like my father,and have my mother's...Lily Potter's green eyes."

This time he could be happy.

"I want to live long life with parents still alive."

But it wasn't so easy,he knew, because he couldn't ask for something more,but it was enough. It was more he through was possible,more than he dreamed while alive.

Even if he was the Harry Potter.

Even if there were more to fear in life than death. So he let himself surrender to white oblivion.

Because when he could feel himself again, it was all worth it.

"You have healthy baby boy!"

"Indeed,thank you for assistance,you can go." His father said.

And he felt his mother warmth surround him, he already felt happy. So he opened his eyes to look at her,he looked tired and was looking at him too!

"He has your eyes,darling."

"So?" came tired reply. It wasn't what he expected, but it wasn't like he knew his parents, but he will know everything, every single detail.

"When we will we do it?" Do what? His mother tiredly asked.

"Give him name,and I will take care of him."

"Why should I name him I am not going to see him again."

"They will need something to write on gravestone..."

"...if somebody will find it. Name it I don't care." What you would feel, if you heard something like that?
I couldn't think.

"Harrison."

"Good enough." He felt himself being lifted from warm arms.

"What are you going to do with her?"

"She owns me one,so nothing." His cold voice travelled through his body, bringing into surface raw fear.

"And with this thing?"

"I am not killing it. Poor boy all alone in cold night. It's a pity that on this planet we are only humans. So don't worry, sweetheart." And he kissed her softly on cheek.

"I will see you soon." And went outside room taking myself with him.

He was crying, crying as hard as he could. He didn't want to think, didn't want to feel. How all all went wrong, wrong, so wrong!

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