A/N: This is another 'Harry goes back' story. Only this 'Going Back' will be very different, as the story becomes a story within a story. At the core will be my old 'Baby Boom', but it receives an uplift by a new presence and will follow Harry's life later on as well.

No Horcrux in Harry!

pairing in the first half is Sirius and Remus this is obviously slash, too. I'll be having fun to play with lots of gender switches, don't take them too Siriously. The switches are to prevent the horrid image of male pregnancies as this really doesn't work for me. So it's a bit of a silly thing, but meant to be fun…

Until Harry is actually born the Marauders and Lily are the main focus.

Harry's thoughts and observations. The meaning of this will become clear by the end of the Prologue and the start of the first chapter

Baby Boom was originally written before HBP came out and is completely AU in the POV of Remus Lupin and Sirius Black. The whole story is thus, just as AU!

Prologue – The Death Preventer

'Oh no, now he's got me…!' was Harry's last clear thought as the green light shot his way much too fast to react, and then everything went black.

The strange thing though was that he could think still and the moment he noticed that he was still aware of things happening, he found himself somewhere in a long, cold and empty corridor. There were countless chairs but none of them was occupied except for the one on which he sat. Even stranger was the feeling that every few minutes he seemed to move up a chair or two. Doors kept banging open and closed every other few minutes. He saw not one single being enter out or into these banging doors. The walls were non-descript grey stone, no pictures or paintings anywhere, no windows either, there were just a few candles and torches burning here and there. He kept thinking:

'But I'm dead! What a strange thing to still think? Best thing will probably be to simply wait it out. I'm dead after all, so I should have all the time in the world to wait…'

Harry pinched himself only to find that he felt nothing. He wondered what that form was; was he a ghost now? He could see but not feel himself. Did all people go like this when they died? What was it with these many empty chairs and banging doors?

But then a voice was heard:

"Harry Potter! Room 28300, please!"

Harry looked up and found an open door right in front of him that had a small tag, which read: Room 28300. 'How convenient,' he thought. 'Could have meant me to walk Merlin knows how many floors up or down…'

He rose from the chair and walked into the office. The door closed with another bang behind him. A figure between dead old and almost petrified sat behind a desk not even looking up.

"Sit down, please…"

Harry said "Good afternoon" and sat down, waiting for the man to notice him. When he finally did, he blanched and wheezed:

"You! How many times did I tell you not to…"

He didn't get any further, because the office was stormed by three individuals who bore down on the poor guy.

"Death Preventer Number 1008, you have just allowed this individual to die for the fifteenth time! You know what this means! Get out of this office and present yourself at BIGMAC until further notice from the Great Ones. Your position is now filled by Karli von Schneider!"

A new person entered the room. The three already there – to Harry they looked rather female, but he wasn't so sure, because they were hard to even recognise as beings – gave the man a welcome and asked:

"Mr. von Schneider, you have been trained and examined to take over a free spot as Death Preventer?"

"Yes, your Grace."

"Excellent, you are now Death Preventer Number 2227. Your sole responsibility for the time being is this young man here, Harry Potter. I take it his file has been studied extensively for the purpose of training?"

"Oh yes, your Grace, we have been practically hammered it in from day one. Seems he's an especially hard case?"

"Not anymore! Fate has declared that he is to go back to well before his birth. See to it to explain to him his rather unique situation. Poor boy has gone through hell and back several times; and he deserves heaven on earth for all that's been heaped upon him. You know the procedures; I leave you to it to give him the details. Good day, everyone!"

With that the three beings left through the door, which, of course, banged again. Harry flinched and looked after them, rather astonished. He looked back around and waited to be talked to. He didn't have to wait long as this clerk seemed to be more alert to his 'case'.

"I'm sorry to have to greet you here, because that means you've died. But as you've heard my new job title is Death Preventer and that's not something to take easy. Normally DPs get assigned a number of people to watch, but your case is so crazy – or it has been – that you already died fifteen times for your last DP alone! That's one time too many for your old DP – who's going to BIGMAC for a good long while and one DP too many. Don't even ask how many there were before DP 1008! We're there to prevent your death and we only have a limited number of times to let it happen anyway. He's been too occupied with other things to properly watch over you. That is why you are my sole concern. In other words, it's my duty to watch over you and your life and no one and nothing else."

All this was spoken with a terrible German accent, but Harry did pick up most of the content of the speech.

"Pardon me – fifteen times? How can I have died fifteen times and not knowing anything about any of the other fourteen times?"

"Well, you would have asked that same question every time, but he'd just have sent you back to when it happened, not really changing anything. It's documented here – you've been here fifteen times in the last twenty minutes! That means that your DP hasn't actively put you somewhere where your death could have been prevented. And probably a few of the earlier DPs have done pretty much the same. Oh well, that's neither here nor there, you were just unlucky to have them assigned to you. As you've just heard we're now trying something much better – since you were unable to do what Fate had planned for you…"

"…you mean ridding the world of Voldemort?"

"What? Oh no! Oh, no, NO! That was not yours to do! You were meant to be an exceptionally happy person, living with your soul mate, some Granger girl, can't remember the first name, something Greek…, and raising a nice little litter of Potters."

"Granger? Hermione? But… I love her like a sister. I'm actually meant to be with Ginny Weasley…"

"The daughter of the potion queen? Beware of her – she's damaged goods, and I don't mean damaged by Voldemort. She was already damaged long before that, conditioned to become your future wife by a potion wielding mother who had made a grave error of judging when she ensnared her own husband. Poor dear Arthur Weasley never really had more than a few Knuts to his name; she didn't know he wouldn't inherit a thing as the Weasley family passes everything to the eldest son! But female Prewetts have been a bit dim for ages. Anyway, yours is that Hermione Granger, you're right, that's her name. Knew it was something from the Greek mythology. As I've said, she's your soul mate. Fact has been given to us in training over and over, just in case. Thing is, you already went through six DPs before the unlucky guy who was waiting for you before me. For this reason her Grace has invoked the following procedure. You, my young friend will be sent back to summer 1959."

"1959? But that's more than twenty years before I was born?"

"Preeecisely! You will not be alive physically, but your conscious will be there. You will watch twenty something years of the lives of your nearest and dearest until you will come to this world. In fact you do get the unique chance to consciously know when you are conceived, you will consciously live through your mother's pregnancy and you will be fully conscious as soon as she will give birth to you. It is the lives of your nearest and dearest that will actually change, and that, my young friend, will represent the changes you need to live the life that was promised to you. In a way you could say that the fates of your nearest and dearest will change, too. You may now ask your questions if you have any!"

Harry was completely shocked for a moment. But then he swallowed and started to ask:

"What's BIGMAC? Apart from the Muggle obvious, I mean…"

"Oh, you needn't worry about that – it's just an internal term for 'Be in a good mood and clean', which is the organisation's team of cleaners after especially gruesome human messes and around parts of hell. Battlefield clean-ups are especially disliked, but they do serve as a good punishment for unsuccessful DPs. Our job is to prevent deaths, not to allow them. Your DPs have failed you and consequently you've gone through so many attempts at living you wouldn't know where your head was if we told you about all of them. Thus we stick to your last set of memories. Normally if a death still takes place in spite of a DP watching over a person that person will be sent back to live on, but the memory of the death is removed. Usually enough is changed to prevent further problems, but your latest DPs seem to have overlooked the fact that you were standing in front of Voldemort without the possibility to make the necessary changes to go on. They simply sent you back, only to be killed by this Voldemort character again. Not a good thing, because within minutes he reached the number 15!"

"Does everyone have a…"

"Oh no! Usually you simply have a guardian angel – that's how you started out, but once your so called relatives had managed to kill you in increasingly shorter increments of time you were assigned your first DP. I think you already went through three or four of them before you even got your Hogwarts letter. After each of your deaths your memory was modified as is standard procedure. And that is why we now send you back with your full memories. You have reached a state where even her Grace almost pulled out her entire hair, which is why she has decided on this procedure. The problem is that one person who has made himself very important in your life has decided on your fates instead of Fate. And Fate is most unhappy about that. She has now personally inhabited that character to give magical history the turn it needs. As for you – simply enjoy the ride, please! I hope you find the experience as nice as her Grace has planned it for you. I do not want to see you before your proper death, oh, at least 200 years from now. I'm sure we'll be able to meet up in some place around here and chat about it. I'm taking a personal interest, you know."

"But – where will I be until I get born?"

"I suppose it will be like – floating? It's just your conscious and your soul, anyway, so don't worry. No pain, no needs, no hunger, no thirst, just watching, hearing, observing… you'll be very close to your dearest ones! A learning experience not many ever get."

Harry took a deep breath. What an opportunity!

"And when I'm born can I talk to my parents immediately?"

"Well, that I don't know; we've never had a case like yours before. I would suppose that no, you won't be able to talk immediately, all children have to learn that, I suppose. It's a biological and technical issue. I don't think you would physically be able to talk from the start, but you'll probably learn much quicker than any other child. It's up to you how far you want to go in letting your parents know about your lives. Personally I'd watch first and decide when it should be needed. One thing is for sure: you will not lose your parents before their real time comes! As I said before, it is *their* lives that will change in some places. And that will be enough to change yours entirely. Maybe you won't even need to tell them about your past that never will be."

"Okay. – But isn't this like when Voldemort didn't die entirely? He couldn't exist without inhabiting animals or people to survive… but he did survive."

"Unfortunately yes! Voldemort was so twisted by his evil deeds he only survived using darkest magics only he knew! But you have a great advantage this time, two great advantages actually: firstly he won't even get close enough to try to kill you, therefore you won't have a Horcrux inside of you and secondly you know all about the Horcruxes. You know what they are and where they are – let your parents know about them and also how to destroy them. Things will take a completely different turn."

Harry thought about it and remarked:

"But if he doesn't try to kill me he won't pass his Parseltongue to me…"

"Ah! But you already know it – you may not have a scar anymore when you're born again, but you won't lose what you know – and you know how to speak to snakes!"

"Okay, that's good then. It was rather fun to listen to them sometimes… Well, then I'm ready to go and be however I'll be."

"Don't forget: your soul mate is Hermione Granger, not Miss Weasley! There may be other people in it in addition, but not one of them can be the Weasley girl."

"Got that."

"Have a good life then, Harry, and enjoy the ride!"