Age: 4 Years

I was reborn in the world of Harry freakin Potter.

I laughed nonstop the first time I thought that, scaring my 'cousin' so much he let go of the toy he stole from my brother. And my brother wasn't the 7 year younger brother that was one of my closest friends, but Harry Potter himself!

I made so many wishes to go to hogwarts when I was a kid, and now this happens!

Fan-fucking-tastic.

Don't get me wrong, I am excited to learn magic (I can't even start to think what it would be like to live in a world where I know magic is real and yet I can't use it). It should be fun and something new to learn. But i'm not a child no matter what I look like, and reading about adventures is different from living it.

I have enough nightmares seeing Lily's lifeless eyes staring at me.

I do not want to see my brother who is only a year and a few weeks older than me to deal with what that Harry Potter dealt with. I decided that I would ignore the 'plot' and do whatever I think is going to help us. I will use what I know of book and movie as foreknowledge to help, but the more I change the less useful it will be.

Honestly, right now my plan of action is to just keep voldemort from getting a body, destroy his horocras, and then when Harry dies of old age, so will he. Simple, not that heroic, but in real life you don't need to save the day to be a hero.

And today will be my first step.

Not in the voldemort plan, but giving Harry a better life plan.

"Come on you urchins, get out or we'll just leave you!" Veron the vermont yelled, pounding on our shared bedroom.

One thing my present has already changed was Harry was never put in the closet under the stairs.

Harry was already up and ready for his first day of 'real' school. He should have started last year in the Reception or kindergarten class, but Vernon and Petunia 'forgot'. At least they aren't trying to pull that shit on us this year. Harry was able to pass the test for the year 1 class, and he wouldn't be a grade behind.

"Don't worry Azzy, it's not going to be that bad." Harry said with a smile that just made me wonder how anyone can be this nice when having to deal with such an abusive family.

Probably too many kids.

"I don't think it will be bad. Just boring."

I was after all repeating kindergarten.

"Well, maybe you could ask the teacher if you could move to a higher grade. Dudley was talking about how there is a kid my age in his class." Harry told me as he grabbed my hand.

"I haven't thought of that." I lied.

Not only have I thought of that, but that was one of the things I was hoping to do that day. But I already felt bad about taking away Harry's experiences of being an older sibling. Not only did he never had to help me with reading or math, but I taught him how to do that.

Harry gave me an even brighter smile before it faded when he opened the door and bowed his head down at the sight of our 'family'.

"What are you doing wasting time, you should be lucky that we are even taking the time to dive you today." Petunia said from the bottom of the stair, holding on to Dudley who was crying.

"But the show is almost over! Just a few more moment Mum!" He whined all while pulling Petunia down with his weight.

"Okay, go finish your show deary." Petunia said with a strained smile.

Without even a thanks, Dudley pulled away from his mom and went back to the telly.

"Let's just go wait outside." I recommended as took the lead.

As luck would have it, it was pouring outside. Still better than having to spend any time out with the Dursleys.

The primary school wasn't that far away, we could very easily just walk (and will be forced to tomorrow) but I didn't know where it was.

"Hey Azzy, do you think you would be put in my class?" Harry asked, squinting up at the sky with a slight smile.

"I hope so." I said, meaning it.

Harry was a great brother and my only friend in this new life. This will be the longest we have ever been apart, and while I will be the first to say I am completely capable of being independent, I can't help but worry.

"Come on, if you two take any longer i'm going to miss my meeting!" Vernon yelled at us as he pushed past.

I looked to Harry with an unamused looked, which caused him to smile and have to hide his laughter.

The car ride was even more awkward and I was seriously considering opening the door and jumping out. Vernon had some serious road range and Petunia keep alternating between babying Dudley and telling us not to cause any trouble.

I ignored them best I could while secretly playing a game with Harry. At least I was sitting between Dudley and Harry so no fights happen in the car. Dudley was at the age where he thinks girls have cuttes, which was great because he left me alone.

As soon as they parked I grabbed Harry's hand and bolted out. It would be better to just ask one of the other parents where are classes are then wait for Vernon or Petunia to be useful.

"It's so big." Harry said in wonder, looking at the old brick building like it was a pyramid or something.

The school was bigger than the high school I went to in my past life, but that wasn't saying much. Only that there was lots of parents that were willing to donate money for the little kids.

"Excuse me, miss?" I asked, still holding onto Harry's hand as I walked over to a mother with a older kid who already left.

"Oh, hello there." She said giving us each a smile before looking around.

Probably trying to see where our parents are.

"Do you know where the Year 1 classes and principal's office is?" I asked with the slight tilt of my head.

"I can show you two, but where are your parents?"

"They're dead miss." Harry said bluntly, and I almost laughed at the face the women made.

I didn't, because that would be a little dark, but the thought was there.

"Oh! I am so sorry. You poor things." The lady said, and Harry looked to me with panic in is eyes.

"Thank you, but we were too young to remember them so it's fine. But, are you still willing to help us?"

"Of course!" The lady said, and presented to tell us everything about her son and how much he loves school.

I nodded along, but my thoughts were on how to get the staff aware of Harry's situation. When it came to child services, I was only aware of how things worked in 21st century America and back 'in the old dayz'. I have only a vague idea of how it could work in 1985 Britain, but as an Adult, I felt like I had to do something for Harry. No kid should be treated how he is, and how they treat me isn't great either.

If Azalea was a normal four-year-old she would have plenty of emotional abuse from the Dursleys.

"These two rooms are for first years, My son had Miss. Frankie and my daughter had Mr. Smith, though he teatues fourth year now."

"That's who I have! Miss. Frankie." Harry blurbed out.

"Why don't you go in. I can talk to the principle myself." I told Harry when I noticed there was already kids sitting down and talking.

"Alright... I'll see you soon?" Harry asked, and I gave a nod.

I continued to let the lady lead me to the principal office, only to stop at the door.

"Thank you for all your help Ma'am." I said before opening the door and closing it behind me.

It was a little rude, but I would rather her not stick around any longer.

"Hello? Is there someone here that could help me?" I asked, unable to even look over the counter to see the staff.

"Are you lost sweety?" Someone I still could see asked.

"No, I just wanted to know if there was someone I could talk to about child abuse." I said, and you could almost hear the shock.

I don't know what was more surprising to them. The fact a little girl who couldn't even look over the counter on her tiptoes was talking about child abuse, or the fact a kid at school is asking for help.

"D-do you know what that means?" A different women asked.

"Yes. See my aunt and uncle don't really like my brother and me. They don't hit us, but if we don't do something right Uncle Vernon yells and grapes us really hard, see?" I said, pulling my sleeve down so that the yellowish bruise was showing.

It was hard to see with my darker skin, but if you knew what it was it was clear enough. And it wasn't like this happen all the time, but I didn't need to tell them that.

"Go get the priciale. I call and have someone talk to her... uncle."

I smiled for a brief second, before scrolling my face.

"Why don't you go back to class. I promise we will have you and your brother safe." The first lady who spoke said, walking over so that I could finally see her.

"About that, can I be put in my brother's class? I am pretty sure I could keep up with the first year class."

"Until we figure this out, what class is your brother in?"

"Miss Frankie." I said, letting the women hold my hand as we walked back.

When we arrived, she called the teacher out to talk while I headed over to Harry.

"Azzy! See? This is my little sister I was telling you about!" Harry told two kids that he was sitting next to.

"Hello." I said with a wave, joining them at the table.

"What? I thought you were joking!" The other boy said, pointing his finger at me.

It was close enough I could bite it. Not that I would.

"Why would I make a joke about my sister?" Harry asked, honestly looking confused.

"My name is Alayna Lynwood!" The girl said, looking very proud.

"Nice to meet you Alayna. I'm Azalea, but it's fine if you just want to call me Azzy." I told the girl with a pleasant smile.

"This is Franklin. Look, he has red hair like you." Harry said.

Probably the thing I am still getting use to is the fact I had brown skin and red hair. It looks more like I dyed it, but I know that is impossible. At least it looks cool along with the bright green eyes that I share with Harry. Even if It doesn't make a whole lot of sense from a genetic standpoint, but magic.

"Cool." I said regardless, looking away to see that the teacher returned.

Being stuck in a first year class was just as bad as I was imagine being stuck in kindergarten would be like. At least I had plenty of time to come up with plans and could just hang around Harry and his new friends during free time.

I was really looking forward to knowing what is going to happen now. Ideally, both Harry and I will be placed with a new family or foster family. Otherwise I might have to try cheating the system. Invest in companies that I know will do well in the next twenty years or so. Buy my own house and just raise Harry myself.

I might have to wait until online stocks are a thing, but I could figure it out. Hell, maybe I could be the one to push things along. Make my own computer line or even smart phone, though I would have to do some research for that.

"Okay class is done for the day! I hope you all had fun day." Miss Frankie or whatever-her-name-is said, dismissing the kid who some of their parents were waiting in the hall for them.

"Ready to go bro?" I asked as I grabbed my tiny backpack from the cubs they had in the classroom.

"Sure. I'll see you two tomorrow!" Harry yelled as his friends left the room.

I could hardly contain my excitement on the way home. Finally, maybe something would change for the better.

It was even better that when we arrived some fancy look adult was leaving.

"Great! Are you here to take us?" I asked, not even noticing Harry's confused expression.

"Don't worry, we won't."

"That- wait what?" I asked look as the man didn't even pause.

"Are- that was a joke right?" I tried again, because it was obvious that they wouldn't caring for harry.

It looks like there is only one kid in the house, not three.

"Sorry to trouble you." The man said, only this time I noticed he almost sounded drunk.

"What the fuck."

"You two!" Veron yelled, pulling us both inside.

"Do you know how much trouble you are in? Lying? Taking advantage of everything we give you? And on top of all that, you bring that kind of languages in my house? Both of you are grounded. I don't want to see you, hear you, or even smell you!"

Harry started crying silently.

"Now go! And don't bother come down for dinner!"

What the hell is going on?!

A/N: Happy 2018 everyone! I'm surprised the response this story has already gotten; it's starting to make me think i'm not too bad at writing. Anyways, I have this story maped out of my phone un to the events of the third book, with canon stuff starting in chapter 8. However the end of this chapter is being added to the next one, so it might be more like 10 chapters. Crossover stuff wouldn't happen until then, but next chapter they are going to go through a star wars phase, so that is kinda a crossover?

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