Twist of Fate

I of course don't own this, or I wouldn't be writing it on Fanfiction!

This is an idea that kept going roound and round my head and had to be written.

So here it is.

Chapter 1: Rebirth

Harry slowly opened his eyes. He didn't know where he was, it was dark, warm and every time he moved he hit some sort of wall. Well it contained him anyway, but it was squashy and warm, like nothing he'd ever encountered before. Despite the fact that he was so restricted, Harry felt more safe and at ease then he had felt in, well ever really. Harry frowned and tried to remember how he'd ended up where ever this was.

Flashback:

Harry stepped into the circle, the runes glowed and candles flared. He smiled and started to chant as fresh tears pricked at his eyes. He was going make it better, he was going to save them, this time there will be no deaths.

End Flashback:

Ah yes that was it. He was going back in time. To prevent the deaths of everyone he known and loved. Voldemort had won, in every way but in killing him. Everyone in the Order were dead, his friends were dead, there had been no chance to defeat Voldemort, it was more like suicide to go after him.

Then when Harry had almost given up, he found the book in ruins of Hogwarts. Time travel. It was the only option he had left. But it was dangerous, You could only move your soul, and would blend with the soul of the other person, to create someone new. With the memories of someone older. It was irreversible, and if moved to a body with a immature brain you risk you memories becoming vague, fuzzy and dreamlike as the brain matures. As such Harry had decided to concentrate on going back to just before he was eleven, the brain should be mature enough by then. If not the changes should be easy to do before he lost his memory. But something must have gone wrong as this was defiantly not the cupboard under the stairs.

Ever since Harry had arrived in this new place, the walls had been tightening around him spasmodically, but now the pressure was building to the point that he could barely move. Every now and then the walls would press harshly against him and he would feel himself getting pushed down somewhere. At first Harry was scared by this, but something deep inside him told him not to worry, everything was just fine.

Just as Harry felt he couldn't take it anymore, there was a almost audible pop, and Harry cried out in surprise and shock as the pressure was released and he suddenly felt very cold. Vaguely he could hear crying close by. He tried to move, but everything felt sluggish. He felt himself being lifted up and fought against whatever it was.

"Lively one, er?" Someone said near by. Will someone shut that baby up, already! As if on cue, the crying faded and then stopped." It's a boy." He felt himself being wrapped in a blanket till he couldn't move, then picked up. Picked up? Harry finally opened his eyes, to a see smiling face looking down at him. she was wearing what seemed to be a nurses uniform, but it seemed very old fashioned to Harry.

"Hello there, little one welcome to the world." She cooed at him. Why is she talking to me like a baby? "Would you like to see your mummy?" Huh? Harry thought as he was carried. Then everything that had just happened clicked in his mind. Holy crap! Fuck and other colourful words crossed his mind. He was a baby and he'd just been born! Not good, not good at all! What good will he be, he wouldn't be old enough to change anything for a very long time, and by then his memories could be totally lost to him! Fuck, he thought once again. In this time Harry had been passed to someone else. Harry looked up at the woman, and had another shock. There smiling weakly down at him was a woman with dark brown hair, light brown almost golden eyes and a pale unhealthy look to her skin. This couldn't be his mother! This wasn't Lily Potter! She stroked his cheek with a finger and Harry shivered at the feeling of safety and love that she sending him.

"You look just like your grandfather." She said. "I'm sure you'll be just and powerful as him."

"Miss?"

"Mmm?" His 'mother' said never taking her eyes off Harry.

"We need his name, for the birth certificate." She smiled again at Harry.

"He's Tom Marvolo Riddle." She said. "For his father and grandfather."

Wait. WHAT!?

I know, it's short!

It just seemed the right place to end it for the moment. Don't flame me for it!

I think this is a new angle on the whole time travel storyline. Atleast I've never seen it before.

Please review!

And a big cookie to anyone who can guess why Harry ended up as Tom. Comeon it's a nice cookie, double choc with smarties on top and everything!