Stonehenge
A344, Amesbury, Wiltshire SP4 7DE, United Kingdom
Tuesday, June 23, 1998
Harry Potter Stood at the center of Stonehenge in the middle of a ritual circle he had drawn with his blood. At the main points of the ritual circle were objects of great power and significance to him. The objects where all three Deathly Hallows (one being a Horcrux), Gryffindor's Sword, his own wand, Voldemort's wand, all of Voldemort's Horcruxes with himself in the center, and Voldemort's corpse. Harry closed his eyes and raised his hands above him as he began chanting in an unknown language Hermione had taught him. The chanting caused the ritual circle to start glowing as well as the objects including Harry's scar. The objects soon disintegrated into pure magic (with the piece of Voldemort's soul erupting from his scar painfully making him wince in pain but he kept on chanting thru the pain) and coalesced above him and the monument into a huge mass of grey nearly black colored magic.
The huge coalesced mass of grey almost black magic above Stonehenge descended quickly down and into Harry as if sucked into a black hole. As all the magic disappeared into Harry's body a bright flash of light suddenly exploded out from his body that encompassed the whole area within the monument of stones that blinded everyone close enough to see it. As the light faded away the only thing visible in the center of the monument was a pile of ashes where Harry once stood.
Parking lot of the Paper Lantern
Maxville, Kansas
Monday, July 15, 1996
In a bright flash of light Harry appeared naked and as a small child of 4 years old in the middle of a parking lot of what seemed to be a Chinese restaurant. He looked around to see trees and cars, but had no memory of coming here. In fact, he only had memories of a strangely vivid dream of wizards and witches.
A young Chinese woman came out and saw him looking around curiously. Harry gave her a shy wave. She wrapped him in a blanket and brought him inside.
"What's your name little boy?" She asked him politely.
"Harry Potter." Harry answered back with a happy smile as he kicked his feet. "I'm a wizard."
"I bet you are Harry. Where are your parents?" Harry stopped smiling as he remembered he lived with his aunt and uncle.
"They died in a car crash."
"Oh, you poor thing!" The woman gave Harry a hug, surprised an orphan showed up at her restaurant. "Do you have anywhere to go?"
"My aunt and uncle h-hate me!" Harry started crying and the woman noticed the lightning shaped scar on his forehead and a huge cut on his hand.
"This is what we'll do, alright? Tomorrow we'll go see the nice police officers and see what they say, ok? Now let's get you some clothes." As promised she got Harry clothes that fit him. She then took him home and he slept like a rock.
Meanwhile, Ron and Hermione where trying to figure out what to do. There was only one solution, and neither of them liked it: Do the ritual themselves. This time they agreed to do it together. With Hermione's time-turner, books, wand, and Ron's broom, deluminator, and wand, they performed the ritual, and like Harry, ended up somewhere completely different.
Both Hermione and Ron were 4 years old, like Harry, except Ron stood outside the Stronghold household and Hermione stood outside the Williams household, both scared toddlers. They're taken inside and the three toddlers are adopted, unsuspecting what would happen or what already happened.