'Oh, buggering fuck. No. This can't be. I'm a BOY?' She froze in thought, looking properly horrified at the realization. 'The last thing... What's the last thing I remember? Green light and - DUMBLEDORE! Wonderful, Dumbledore killed me and I woke up in a male body. A YOUNG male body. Bloody hell, how old am I?'
"Come here Harry Dear, let me get you changed and bring you down to see your Godfather before he leaves for the night. How does that sound, hmm?"
'Who?' The newly deemed Harry opened her eyes, staring in shock at the red head currently leaning down to pick him up. 'Who is this woman?' She went to voice those very thoughts, expecting at least somewhat of a word to form. It did not. All she could do was make noises that sounded somewhat like English.
As the day steadily grew worse, she grew resigned to her fate in her new body, her new time. She never found out how old she was, just had a pretty good idea. The shock of her life came, though, when she had found out her father was a Potter. A Potter. One of the lightest families she had ever had the displeasure of meeting. A biased bunch of idiots is what they were.
Later, very later, Potter was yelling for Lily, her mother, to take her upstairs and hide. From what, she did not know. Not until she'd seen him, standing there with his wand pointed at the muggle born. She watched, not being able to do anything as her brother, her baby brother, threatened the nice women that had cared for her today with death.
"Move aside and you shall live!" He snarled, the smallest tinge of insanity present in his eyes.
"Please, take me instead! Leave Harry, please!"
No matter how many times her brother told her to move, she did not, and with a somewhat heavy heart, she saw the green light rush towards the woman, killing her instantly. Her red hair fanned out behind her as she fell to the ground, dead, her last words were that she loved him, her.
Harry, or as she was known in her previous life, Liliana, stared at her brother in resignation. She smiled, telling him how much she loved him and that she forgave him in it before closing her eyes, waiting.
Voldemort looked on slightly weary before shooting the killing curse at her. He went to turn around when he saw it enter into the boy's body, but it then rebounded, knocking him out of his own body, destroying it in the process. His spirit floated from the room, not even noticing the bit of soul to break off and enter the scar on the babe's forehead.
Liliana opened her eyes as a wave of pain flew through her body, she vaguely thought about the blood running down her face. She looked at the floor where her brother's robes and wand lay, wishing above anything that she could somehow hide it so no one would take it.
Her last thoughts before falling unconscious were just that, that his wand would go and wait somewhere safe.
She woke up for a minute or so every so often, not even bothering to open her eyes and just listen to what the people around her were saying.
The final time she woke before falling into a peaceful, as peaceful as she would ever have, sleep was the sounds of a woman telling Dumbledore that they were "the worst sort of muggles that she had ever seen!" She opened her eyes long enough to see the old man smiling at her as he placed her on the porch.
"VERNON!"