Okay, so I am completely insane. Every time I try to keep writing my other stories, millions of ideas run through my head and make it seem impossible. I apologize if this idea, similarly to my two other current stories does not quite get published at a fast or consistent rate but I will do my best to at the very least, spend one day a week on each of my stories as I try to get my head on straight as my life is not in the best state at the moment.

I hope you enjoy the first chapter to my new story and please remember to review, any help to make me a better writer is incredibly welcome.

Chapter 1

"Harry, no!"

"Eugh, what happened, did I drink too much firewhiskey again?"

Standing slowly as to not aggravate his headache, Harry Potter; The Boy Who Lived, The chosen one, the destroyer of Dark Lord Voldemort, and the first ever true Master of Death, is completely confused about where he is and more so how he got there.

"Where the bloody hell am I?"

Searching the room for clues, as soon as he sees a pure white version of his family's home (The newly rebuilt cottage in Godric's Hollow) He groans and screams.

"Not again!"

"Yes again indeed, my young champion."

Swiveling around at a speed that would make most hurl, Harry grabs for his wand and is surprised to find nothing where his holster usually is. Before having the chance to panic however, the voice speaks again in a more reassuring tone so as to not sound threatening.

"Fear not, Harry Potter, you will not need your wand here."

Looking upon the body belonging to the voice, Harry is amazed at her beauty. Standing with her hands crossed in front and a beautiful smile on her face, is a woman who looks like the perfect combination of Lily Potter and Ginny Weasley. Long silk like fiery red hair flowing like a cape down her back and ending just at the waist, a hint of freckles dusting her rose blushed cheeks, a curvaceous figure with wide hips that only women who have given birth can claim to have, and the most curious feature being the two separate eye colors one a vibrant green so similar to his own and the other a bright brown that he would recognize anywhere as belonging to his once future wife, Ginny.

Looking away with a blush, Harry hears an angelic chuckle that makes his heart swoon like a schoolgirl.

"No need to be embarrassed, Harry, I am simply taking the form that is most appealing to yourself so as to make this situation easier for you."

Taking his chin within her small hand and turning his face up to her own, the woman asks softly.

"Do you wish for me to take another form young one?"

Seeing him slowly shake his head in the negative, the unknown woman continues sadly.

"Harry, you are truly the most amazing human I have ever had the privilege of meeting directly and for that I am sorry."

"Why?"

"My dear champion, I am the one your people call fate and I am deeply sorry, for without my choosing you as a champion of light, your loved ones would still be alive and a life filled with love and happiness is what you would have lived."

A look of shock on his face, Harry, is quick to reassure the clearly powerful woman who stands before him, that nothing is her fault and all the blame belongs to those who choose the dark side.

"It was, Tom Riddle, who killed my parents and marked me as his equal, no matter if you decided for me to be the champion of the Light or not, Riddle, was going to come after my family either way. Please stop crying, sadness is not an emotion meant for your beauty."

Smiling at her raise in mood, Harry, gets down to business.

"Now that your happy again, can I ask why you brought me here and where here even is?"

"Oh! Yes of coarse. Harry Potter, you are one of the purest beings this world has ever known, despite your horrid upbringing, you did your best to help others and in the end, sacrificed your own life to bring an end to the Dark Lord known as Voldemort."

"But I survived."

"Yes yes, all part of the plan, now may I continue?"

At the shake of his head, Fate, finishes her interrupted speech.

"Now, as I was saying. Harry Potter, because of the selfless life you have lived, I FATE with the powers bestowed upon me by the one above us all, grant you the right to live life a new with the family you should have had from the beginning!"

"What?" Says a very confused Harry.

Smiling at his dumbfounded look, FATE, starts explaining.

"It means exactly what I said, You are getting a second chance to live and this time your family is alive and well."

"H..how?"

"My powers will allow you to be reborn to a new life, one in which your parents got together in their sixth year and had you near the end of seventh year, thus you are born before the prophecy and are not the chosen one."

"If I'm not the one in the prophecy, is it Neville?"

"No, the child who will be marked by Voldemort, is your younger brother who will take your place in the birth cycle."

"Brother!"

"Indeed, you will have more than just a brother though."

"More siblings, how many?"

"I can not say, but you will be the oldest and it will be up to you to protect your younger siblings."

"So let me get this straight, I will be born in early nineteen seventy seven, I will not be the chosen one, and I will have younger siblings?" Seeing her nod, Harry, continues.

"Will I remember this life?"

Frowning at his question, Fate, smiles sadly and responds with a simple yet complicated answer.

"Yes and no."

"How can it be yes and no?"

"You will not remember specific details until such a time as the information is required, but you will remember living a previous life that was less enjoyable."

"So I have to go into this life blind to Voldemort's plans, is that what you are saying?"

"Sadly yes, your brother must live through certain moments so as to fulfill his destiny."

"I can't change that can I?"

"No, but you can protect him and your family to the best of your abilities by learning as much magic as possible and taking your studies seriously."

"What will happen to my friends and family in this life?"

"Unfortunately, this world died the moment you were killed by the last of the rogue Death Eaters."

"What!"

"As the true Master of Death, when you die so does your world and as you are the first ever true Master of the Hollows, this is the only occurrence of such a thing happening."

"So the world is dead because of me then?"

"Rejoice on your chance at a new life my boy, for if you accept this new life, then all those lives will be reborn along side you, although none will remember having this first life."

"So I don't have to feel as bad if I say yes?"

"Indeed, now what is your answer my young champion. Will you accept this once in a lifetime chance or do you wish to travel on to death with your loved ones?"

Looking at her hopeful eyes, Harry, realizes there is no choice that needs to be made for his heart guides him. So with fire in his eyes, an answer comes from his mouth in a firm and unyielding tone.

"Yes, I accept."

"Very well, good luck my child and please enjoy your new life."

Raising her hand, Fate summons a portal and motions her champion through with a simple this way gesture.

Taking a deep breath, Harry thinks back on his life one more time before walking through the surprisingly comforting portal of pure Magic, hoping his life truly is better this time around.

New World

Time: Eight Fifty Three AM

Date: February Thirteenth, Nineteen Seventy Seven

Location: Hogwarts School For Witchcraft And Wizardry, Hospital Wing

"Push Mrs. Potter, push!"

"Ahh! James Potter, I am going to kill you for doing this to me!"

"Hehehe, Lily flower please stop, ow! Stop crushing my hand!"

"Stop complaining you coward! If I can handle giving birth to your son, than you can sure as hell take a little hand cramp!"

"But Lily!"

"Buts are for sitting Mr. Potter. This is all your fault any-WAY!"

"Ow ow ow ow!" Bending over in pain. James Potter complains to his wife.

"How in Merlin's saggy balls is this my fault!"

"We should have waited till after graduating, but nooo! You had to be Mr. big shot and take me into that damned broom cupboard at the end of our sixth year."

"Well if you do recall? We were recently married and as I remember, you took my robe off first."

"We still should have waited." Moaned Lily.

"Ah, but now you are stuck with me, my beautiful little flower, that's what you get for saying yes on the alter after all."

"Oh don't get coy with me-Ah!"

"Lily dear, I need you to stop arguing with your idiot husband (Hey!) and concentrate on giving birth to this little wizard. Do you understand me child?"

Nodding her head, Lily, hears James encouragement to do the same.

"Poppy's right Lils, just keep breathing like she taught you, it'll be all over soon and we will be the best parents ever."

"Okay child, I see the head now just give us one more good push on the count of three, ready? Alright now, one...two...three!"

"Argh! Huhhuhhuh."

"Wonderful, Lily, absolutely wonderful. Give me a moment to clean this beautiful little boy and I will be back right quick so you can hold him, rest for now child, you as well James, it looks like you both could use it, what with those bags under your eyes and all. Honestly this is what you get for having a child while still a Hogwarts student yourself, shades of another young couple like yourselves is all I can see."

Walking away to clean the newest Potter heir, Poppy Pomfrey can be heard mumbling under her breath while shaking her head. "So much like the Weas..."

Five Minuets Later

"Here we go, Lily, James, I would like you to meet your first born child, a wonderfully cute boy who I daresay will be a heart breaker when he grows up."

Lily smiles wide as her baby boy is handed to her for the very first time.

"Oh! He's so beautiful James and he looks so much like you."

"Yea, but he has your amazing green eyes."

Looking up at her husband suddenly, Lily asks.

"What should we name him?"

"How about Harold?"

"James Potter, we will not be naming our baby boy Harold."

"Hadrien?"

With a deadpan look at her husband, Lily, smacks his shoulder in an angry manner.

"Be serious, James!"

"But that's my best friends name, not mine."

"You are not a kid anymore James, this little boy is counting on you to be the very best father you can be, not some silly little jester, now quit joking around and start giving good ideas, or so help me you won't know what our bed feels like for the next year."

"Okay okay, you are right of coarse, I'm sorry my flower."

Suddenly pursing his lips and scrunching his brow, James, looks on his son trying to receive inspiration of his name.

Minuets latter, James gives a triumphing smile and says.

"Harry! Our son will be named Harry."

Smiling Lily is quick to nod and happily adds.

"Harry James Potter it is!"

Seeing the shocked look on James, face, Lily, smiles and playfully says.

"He does look like a clone of you after all my silly little husband."

Poppy smiles at the sweet couple and asks. "Harry James Potter is your choice for his name then?" Seeing the nods, Poppy summons a few papers and begins filling in the information.

Name: Harry James Potter

Father: James Charles Potter

Mother: Lily May Potter née Evans

Birth Date: February Thirteenth, Nineteen Seventy Seven, Nine AM

Hair Color: Black

Eye color: Green

I hope you enjoyed this chapter, I have quite a few good ideas for this and unlike my other stories, this one I have a complete outline for. Although I am up for suggestions, this is an AU where Harry is born in 1977 after all and any extra ideas will keep me seriously interested in writing this.

Please review so I know if this is a viable story or if I am wasting my time.