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You would think that by traveling back in time to fix your mistakes would be incredibly difficult. In truth it wasn't. All it requires is a hell of a lot of power, but I'm getting ahead of myself. I should probably start at the beginning. That's where all good stories start so I suppose I should do the same; in 1981 at 11:58pm on July 31st I was born to a pureblood wizard named James Thomas Potter and his wife Lily Marie Evans-Potter. I was loved, cherished and was the apple of my parents eye. I know this because I read their diaries. Hey don't get in a snit, they're dead- and no I don't need your pity, if you keep on looking at me like that you can bugger off.

Now as I was saying, everything was pretty normal and good in my life except for the fact that their was an evil (and I don't use that term lightly. Hell I wouldn't use that term to describe Lucius Malfoy, or even the crazy bitch Lestrange;) wizard who heard of a prophecy that involved either me, or Neville. Nice boy Neville, bit shy, but he's a damm fine wizard and don't listen to what anyone else tells you. See my parents and his, had stood up to Voldermort three times each and defied him. That was a pretty important part you see. Sometimes I wish my parents didn't have so much bravery, courage, stupidity. Pick one. See if they'd just stayed of the raider of Voldermort I wouldn't be telling this story. I'd just be an ordinary wizard boy, with ordinary friends and ordinary expectations.

I should get back on track shouldn't I, anyway to understand why that was so important I should tell you the prophecy. See anyone else would drag it out, make it all dramatic, long pauses but not me. It was quite simple really. Actually anyone could have worked it out, all it takes is a bit of common sense. They might not have worked out the wording, but you'd be able to work out the gist of it. Which was It was either Voldermort or me. So anyway, the prophecy went: The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches; Born to those who have thrice defied him, Born as the seventh month dies. And the Dark Lord will mark him as his equal, but he will have power the Dark Lord knows not and either must die at the hand of the other. For neither can live while the other survives. The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord will be born as the seventh month dies.

So at this time in my life it could have either been Neville's or mine but in the end it was me. Anyway my life was pretty good, my parents and I had gone into hiding, under a charm named the Fidelus Charm with my Dad's good school friend Peter Petigrew as the secret keeper. Except he wasn't that great of friend apparently. He betrayed us to Voldermort, one thing led to another, and on Halloween Voldermort turns up, kills dad, than kills my mum, who I must say defended herself pitifully against him. She didn't even try and curse him. I'm not being harsh or anything but who just stands there when the Avada Kedra curse is fired at them. Well true if she moved it would have hit me, but it's not like she couldn't push the crib over when she dodged, falling on the floor is better than being hit with that curse. Than Voldermort goes to curse me. Same curse too. No one up until than had survived the Avada Kedra curse. But there's a first time for everything, so he fired the curse at me, but instead of it killing me it rebounded on to him, destroying his body and leaving him as a spirit where I believe he went into hiding in some forest in Bulgaria or Romania- don't quote me on that. Truth is I couldn't have cared less where the dark tosser disappeared to for the next 10 years. Just he disappeared. So the dark tosser disappears, leaves me with a stupid curse scar, and in his failed attempt to stop a prophecy he activated it. For a man who was once the smartest boy to ever go through Hogwarts, he sure was an idiot. Who goes to find someone that's talked about killing you in a prophecy. He should have had one of his minions kill me. But truthfully I'm glad he didn't. Personally I like being alive. Even if 90 of the time my life sucks beyond compare.

Well Hagrid shows up, on Dumbledores orders, I wonder about that, wonder how he knew that the guy was dead, who knows maybe it was a simple as knowing the address again to Godric's Hollow, and refuses to give me to my godfather. At this point in time my godfather being distraught about his best friend was dead, as well as his best friends wife was dead, and not being allowed to have his godson- that's me by the way- he went and did something extremely stupid. Everyone believed that Sirius was our secret keeper, perfect plan really. They didn't expect Dad to choose Peter, so they thought Sirius betrayed us. Anyway Sirius was the only one, except for Mum and Dad and they were dead, who knew who was at fault so he chased down Peter, bloody rat bastard- but gotta give him kudos for his plan, who than accused Sirius of betraying us, cut off one of his fingers and than blew up a muggle street, killing 13 muggles (they're non-magical people) in the process. Sirius than decides to start laughing like a loon, I think it was stress but he was probably a little bit crazy as well, who wouldn't be growing up with his hag of a mother. The Aurors turn up halfway though Peter screaming out the Sirius "betrayed lily and James," presumed that it was him he cast the spell and sent him to Azkabam without a trial, where he spent 11 years there before he escaped and than a couple of years later died saving my life. Well the first time round.

I got off track again didn't I, I do that you know. I'm slightly crazy, who wouldn't be after the life I've lived be a little bit crazy. Nicholas Flamel told me it was the way of all-powerful wizards too be slightly eccentric. He said it had something to do with the amount of magic running through us, we were more in touch with it than others so it changed us. Leaving us a little bit unstable. Certainly explains a lot about Voldermort and Dumbledore. They're both as mad as a hatter, though Dumbledore is essentially harmless to the majority of people, pity I can't say the same about Voldermort. What was I telling you about, that's right I was telling you about how Hagrid collected me from Godrics Hollow and then using Sirius's flying motorcycle, with his permission of course, took me to Dumbledore who was waiting for me with Mcgonagal at Nu. 4 Pivett Drive. There they left me in a basket, wrapped in a blanket with a note they left me there. Left me in my own personal Hell for the next 10 years of my life. But I think I might have a rest before I tell you about that.