AN: This story will be inspired by "In the Circle of Elemental Arms," an Ouran Host Club story by Kryssa's flute.
I do not own Harry Potter, or the above story.
Prologue:
"Stand aside you foolish girl."
"Please not Harry! Kill me, but not Harry!" Pleaded the red-haired young woman as she bravely blocked the way of the most terrible dark lord in centuries to the crib behind her.
Tall, dark and severe, Lord Voldemort raised his wand and sneered, "Avada kedavra!" And with a flash of green light, Lily Potter fell, dead to the ground.
Turning towards the crib, the powerful wizard encounters wide, fearful green eyes, a match for the empty orbs at his feet and the spell that fell her.
"You might one day have had the power to defeat me, but now neither of us will ever know," he commented towards the child, before intoning again, "Avada kedavra." Unlike before however, this time as the light struck the one year old's head, an invisible force repelled it straight back towards its caster.
Excruciating pain hit him as he felt the spell literally rip his soul asunder from his body. And as the spirit fled, greatly weakened yet still bound to this world, a small part left behind sought to survive by turning towards the only container left towards it, the freshly carved scar of the unconscious Harry Potter.
As the spirit remnant entered the lightning-shaped scar on the child's forehead, it's slight awareness knew it was too small to survive on its own or to try and take-over the already present personality. Nor could it even try with that strange protection that hovered about him. But there was one thing it could do.
It could bind itself to the dominant soul, and by partaking and sharing of it, mixing his personality with what existed of its own, it could survive. Thus, they would become sort of soul twins, similar to how some actual twins shared one soul between two bodies, they would instead have a two-part soul inside one body.
It was as Harry James Potter was being remade in mind and soul, that has body was taken from his home and placed on the doorstep of his only remaining relatives. He would remain asleep as his body, mind and soul recovered from the night's happenings, until he was awakened by his Aunt Petunia's ear-splitting shrieks the next morning.