a/n: edited chapter 1.

Chapter 1, Ora Viaggiare

"Ron, he— he's gone," Ginny sobbed, holding Harry tight to her chest.

"Ginny, I understand, but give... me... a... hand, or we're going to be lost again", shouted Ron as he continued. "Peskipiksi Pesternomi,"Ron shouted. Voldemort froze, his hand held pointed at Ron, with the killing curse on his lips.

"Ron… Ron", said Ginny.

"Ye—yes ginny?" asked Ron turning to her..

"Did we do it?" Asked Ginny.

"No, he just froze," said Ron. "Bloody Hell, Lockhart does have something that is… well… it helped… Wow"

"Well, what are we going to do?" asked Ginny, looking down at her broken and battered husband, laying dead in her arms, "He's not alive Ron, he's dead, and we dont have anything now, what are we going to do?"

Ron looked around thoughtful, " Ginny, did Harry give us any instructions if something was to happen to us?"

"Well," Ginny said, thinking, "He did give us that spell he made. he said the people who cast it are the only one's who will remember what has happened, and well, things could change, things are bound to change."

"Do you think we should do it?"

"Yes, Ron, Harry's dead, you know what the prophecy said. Harry's the only one who can kill him. We must do it."

"What do we do?"

Ginny took out her wand, looking to Ron, "Place your wand tip on the end of mine, and say the following with me: "Di Dodici Puntiora Viaggiare," and with that a green light flew from both of their wands, and a white haze encompassed them.

The last thing Ron saw was Voldemort starting to say the killing curse again.

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July 31st, 1991.

Harry Potter…

The little boy who no one thought about…

The one who, in all tense in purposes didn't exist…

The servant boy for the family on number 4 Private Drive, in Little Whinging, Surrey, England, was sleeping in his room, the cupboard under the stairs.

He was having the oddest dream, He was laying in some girls arms, and she had red hair, and so he thought this girl could be his mom. But he was laying in her arms, and she had a stick and another man next to her had a weird shaped stick and they put their sticks together, and there was a flash of light.

"Boy, boy, get up right this second, I want my breakfast."

And so Harry potter arose for the day.