-In which Sakura is not where she once was.

HPHPHP

World One: Harry Potter (Part 1)

When Sakura first opened her eyes, she really expected to be in some sort of heaven (because c'mon she's led a pretty moral life and she's just tired) and maybe even see some of the friends she has lost over the years. But no, instead she wakes up to stare up at the red insides of what seems to be a large canopy bed.

Sitting up, she looked around what clearly was her own room decked out in shades of red and crème. The crimson curtains of her bed were drawn up, revealing a large room with a soft throw rug in the center, a large oak desk over which piled mounds of paper and books all messily bunched together in a chaotic mess facing the window. Pictures of all sorts decorated her walls, with a chain of small colored lanterns glowing from bobbing fire inside criss-crossing the room.

Sakura quirked her lips wryly, musing that maybe she didn't die after all and this was really the strangest genjutsu she's ever experienced. But the vivid memory of the pain when her organs failed one by one as she used a variation of Chiyo's resurrection technique said otherwise. A little more than just disoriented, Sakura shook her head and figured she'd just go about her day and not panic (at least outwardly) about this strange situation she found herself in.

Sakura made to leave the comfort of her bed to look at the photos hoping to clear up some confusion, but instead toppled out painfully. "Ow…I am never doing that again." Startled, she clamped her hands to her mouth. What on earth...that was clearly not her voice as she had remembered it to be. No, it was rather high-pitched and child-like.

By chance when she looked up, she spotted her own reflection in the mirror for the first time since awaking. Tentatively inching closer, she touched the image and frowned. No wonder her body felt strange, she was clearly not in the same 17-year-old one she had died in but rather one that resembled what she had looked like at 4.

'Well, this is certainly awkward.' Before she could think any more on her situation, a blinding pain stabbed through her head and a rush of memories flooded in. Falling to her knees clutching her head, she whimpered until finally it subsided and she could breathe again.

Sakura exhaled slowly and smiled wryly.

'Magic, huh. Okay, I can do this.'

HPHPHP

"Sirius, I swear if you don't get my son down right now, someone is going to get neutered!" rang a voice from the doorway.

Sakura snickered, "Busted."

Sirius Black, of the Noble and Most Ancient House of Black, pouted and narrowed his grey eyes at his goddaughter playfully. In his arms was the youngest Potter, giggling happily oblivious of his fuming mother. "Brat, you were supposed to stand guard."

Smirking, Sakura shrugged, "I never said I would. It's your fault for putting Harry on that toy broom when Mum said not to."

Chuckling, he ruffled her mop of red locks and conceded to the little girl. "Well, I guess I can't fault you for that. You're too cute for your own good. Now help me calm your dear old mum before she makes good on that promise."

Lily Potter just huffed, but there was a twinkle in her eyes that belied her amusement. Taking Harry in her arms, she grinned cheekily, "I better not find you corrupting my sweet little girl, Padfoot. Now, come to have lunch with the rest of us. James just came home."

Eyes alight with the promise of food; Sirius feigned being offended with a hand clasped to his heart and mocked, "Lilypad, why would you ever think that? Prongsy can attest to my innocent and upright nature."

Lily rolled her eyes at his antics and simply left the room.

"Ah, no one ever believes me," lamented the handsome man before winking at Sakura and following her mum towards the kitchen.

Sakura grinned and trotted a little faster to catch up with them. Her new life thus far had been rather fun. It was a little disconcerting how easily she slipped into the role of a 4-year-old albeit more mature than most. In this world, her name had changed to Rosalia (Rose for short) Dorea Potter and her trademark pink hair had darkened to a deep red.

Her memories were filled with loving parents and uncles in the form of her father's best mates from school. Of course, there was always a shadow lurking over their heads with Voldemort still terrorizing the Wizarding world. Her parents, James and Lily Potter, tried their best to shield her from knowing too much about the dark state of the world but considering they were now currently hiding away under Fidelius, it wasn't hard to weasel out information.

In this world, she had been born first while the war had been in its lesser stages but by the time her little brother Harry was born, it had escalated and the one she calls Grandpapa told them they had to go into hiding—for what, she had no idea but Sakura figured it had something to do with the war. Her family members were active fighters as part of a resistance group after all (not that they knew she knew, but with the lack of silencing wards used in the house, eavesdropping was easy for a once-shinobi like her).

Sakura had already begun experimenting with her own magical powers. She seemed to know the well of pulsing power within her as intimately as she had chakra, her perfect control following her into this life. Bursts of magic left her fingers to lift or move objects around her room. Sakura had tried moving heavier things but it seemed her magic was weaker at her age and she could only move light objects like thin books or a hairbrush.

All in all, Sakura was excited to explore this new world. She hated having the stay inside or in a small warded area of the Godric's Hollow plot outside, but she heeded her mother's warnings when she caught the glimpses of concern and fear inside her eyes. Instead, she spent most of her time reading everything that was available, fascinated as she was by magical theory.

Startled from her thoughts by her father scooping her up in his arms, Sakura laughed happily as she was brought to the table. Her uncles Remus and Peter joined them soon after from wherever they came from, smiling in greeting.

James put her down in her own chair before greeting Lily with a peck on the cheek. Sirius was already in the midst of a conversation, with Remus rolling his eyes good-naturedly in exasperation all the while Peter was awkwardly trying to understand the jumble of sounds spewing happily from Harry in his high chair.

Sakura felt a warmth spreading within her, and was content to bask in this homely atmosphere. This was her family now.

And she'd be damned if she lost it to another war.

HPHPHP

Then Voldemort found them.

AN: Hello all! So after years of simply reading and previously attempting stories before losing interest, I'm here to present you a new series of possibly connected one-shots/drabbles of Sakura. I've always loved AUs and I'm trying my hand at attempting ones that I've always wanted to see. I hope people will like them and review (or leave me critique, whichever). I have another story posted, which will likely be updated eventually but for now, I don't have the time to get into it.

The first chapter is a bit slow, but I'm starting out slow to get into writing again. As a science student, writing isn't often something I practice too often. Anyway, see you all in the next chapter!