Disclaimer: I don't own anything, except for the concept right now, and the characters belong to J

Disclaimer: I don't own anything, except for the concept right now, and the characters belong to J.K Rowling.

(A.N. This is a what if story. I only like criticism that praises my work, by whacha gonna do? And this Chapter is MEANT to be short. I promise longer ones later!)

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Hi, I'm Harry Potter. Sure, I'm just a boy now, but wait. You'll see. I am The Boy Who Lived, Son of James Potter and Lily Evans. They were both in Gryffindor. But me… I'm different.

I had a dream last night. It was me, in an alternate universe. Strange, huh? Well, it seems the sorting hat put ME in Gryffindor. Well, besides being weird, its stupid. And I'm friends with that Weasley boy and that Mudblood… Why would one of the greatest Dark Wizards be placed in Gryffindor? Ah, you must be one of those "observers" they told me about. That I supposed to let me into all my secrets… well… Ok.

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*Scene cuts into Harry's house. Harry is aged 1. It was Halloween*

"Harry, stop crying!" Lily Potter tells her son. James looks over. He chuckles. Lily takes her wand and *thwack* hits James on the head. "You do it, I'm beat," She orders him.

"Keep your hat on!" He ducks. Just as he picks up Harry,

"ALOHAMORA!" A booming voice yells. The door bursts in, and breaks a vase of flowers. James places Harry place into the crib and grabs his wand. Lily skids into the room, as Lord Grusuber bangs into the room. The Dark Lord is twice the height of a normal man, and has a big bushy beard on his normally frightening face. He drives terror into the hearts of all his friends and enemies alike. "I told ye not to cross meh again Potters!" he yelled.

"Keep away! Lily run!" James yelled and shot the first spell that came to mind at the giant. It was a tickling charm.

"AVADA KADAVRA!" He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named shouted as he pointed his wand at brave James Potter. Lily slammed the door and scrambled down the slope of their back yard. Harry was looking over her shoulder as he saw the Dark Lord say the curse that would take Lily from the living. Harry saw the green light. Harry was partially hit by the Horrible curse. His forehead burned. He saw the large man pick up his mother by the back of her robe and toss her aside. The man bowed over Harry to get a good look at him, and decided no use use magic to kill Harry Potter. He raised his foot as Harry started to cry.

(A.N. R/R, I like reviews. And my Dark Lord is not VOLDEMORT. He does not exist. Ok?)