Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or anything related.
My name is Ayame Hiwitari, I'm a thirteen-year-old boy who was born on December 24th 1967.
The truth?
I was born on December 24th 1698 in Kyoto, Japan. I lived with my mother and little sister until I was thirteen years and six months old: when I was raped and then killed by pirates. I was born again in Nova Scotia, Canada, in 1715 where I had two brothers and a sister; I was killed when my town was burnt to the ground: I was again thirteen years old. Since then I have been reborn in Russia, Sweden, England, America and Germany: each lifetime has lasted thirteen years.
After my death in 1976 I became a guardian, so I would protect a person who would need it. I would remain at thirteen years old and spend however long my charge lived for as a guard for them. I wouldn't grow and I would have to live as a human, having no help from any outside sources: I would work to protect my charge, even if it cost me my life.
I had accepted it when it first offered, but I was shocked at my first charge: 1-year-old boy named Harry Potter. A prophecy was read to his parents and I offered my help: they told me to look after him if anything were to happen to them. I gave them the instruction to call my name should they need me.
Mrs Potter did so on October 31st 1981, when Voldemort appeared at the Potter home in Godric's Hollow. When she had run up the stairs to escape Voldemort she shouted me, and as she reached her child's bedroom she handed him to me.
"Take good care of him, guardian," She told me, before confronting the cloaked man and being shot down by the sickly green spell. Seeing Harry in my arms, Voldemort raised his arm and cast the curse on the little infant.
As the spell Harry, I entwined my magic with his and used the massive amount of power to push the spell back towards its caster. Said man screamed as the curse hit him and before he was dead I could see a piece of his soul escaping and pushing me out of Harry's magical core as it bonded with his soul.
Before any aurors could arrive I wrapped Harry tightly in a blanket and leapt out through the open window at the end of the hall. By the next night we were in a busy city, inside an apartment that I had been able to buy with money that I had placed in a bank account over the years. I had enough simple supplies to last us both for a few weeks. In that time I would have to get a job to support us when we ran out.
Though it would be hard to care for him and work out a way to support us, I would do it somehow. When I looked at Harry's innocent sleeping face, I couldn't bring myself to regret the decision.
From then on, I was Harry's big brother: his protector.
A/N: It's strange but it just popped into my mind. It will most likely end up being SLASH so if that isn't your thing, you might not want to read it when it gets to that point. I don't plan on being an Ayame/Harry story though. It will completely fly away from the main plotline of Harry Potter because Ayame won't allow Harry to make some of the decisions he would have done originally. Guardians will be explained further into the story but I'll put information about them on my profile.