The next thing Harry knows after that conversation is blood, some sort of liquid, shouts of encouragement, and wails.

Lots and lots of wails that seem to hurt his throat and lungs, he wonders why someone's wailing hurts him as if he's the one who is-

Oh. It is Harry himself who is wailing.

Quickly he shuts up and struggles to open his tiny unused eyes, his baby muscles straining under the pressure of it for the first time.

Green.

That was the first thought in his mind as he looked up at the green, green, green eyes staring down at him in awe and adoration. Love practically pouring out of them and suffocating him so much that his lungs constricted and tears leaked out of his eyes. Slowly his eyes roamed over the rest of the features of his mother, his mother. Even with sweat-soaked hair sticking to her face and tears running down her face she was still the most beautiful woman he had seen. Though he realized as he continued his observation, his chubby hands trying to pat her face and see if she's real, her face did differ from Lily Evans of his past, or was it future? Her face was smaller, more elf like her lips tinner and her eyes almond-like.

An indescribable sob bought his attention away from her and towards the man standing in the doorway, eyes wide and hand gripping the doorknob tightly. On quivering legs the reincarnated James Potter stumbled into the room, trembling hands reaching out to touch his hair like he thought his son wasn't real, as if he would disappear if he wasn't touching him. Though just like Lily there were changes in him. His hair was longer, no longer the Potter birds nest, there were no glasses present too, though he was just as tall as ever, he was much bulkier, more of a beater build. His jaw shape and ears were also different. Though the biggest difference was his eyes, instead of his hazel, they were now a grey much closer to the Black family.

"Lilianna…." James, or rather, not James Harry said, he realized with a jolt that while these people may be his family in his past life and this, they might have had slightly different lives than before. He should also probably find out their names if not more, soon Harry decided as sleep consumed his tired young body, his emerald eyes closing under the watchful of his parents.

The next time Harry woke up it was to see someone with a face strikingly similar to his late godfather grinning down at him.

Stunned into silence his past memories rose up in a tidal wave, determined to drown him. The sudden memories of him falling through the veil. The despair he felt at his last chance of a family slipping away. The pain, pain, pain of that moment hitting him so hard that his small body unable to handle it burst into tears. His reincarnated godfather's father turning startled and then panic flashing in his eyes.

"James! Lily!" His immediate cry bought more tears as the regret of his family's unlived life pushed more pain and agony into him. The same names disarming him to an extent he didn't realize was possible.

Hurried footsteps sounded as his parents came into view. Immediately Little Harry lifted his hands, silently asking to be held up. His father complied, lifting him up and bouncing him slightly, a half concerned half-soft smile on his face.

"What's wrong little Hadrian? Did Sirius Cygnus scare you?" His father's light teasing voice asked as he tried to calm him down.

"James-Charles!" Sirius's offended voice said.

"Il n'a pas fait peur à notre fils!" Lily spoke.

Did she just speak in french? Wait was he French? Also, what did she even say? (*He did not scare our son!)

Merlin coming back to life was exhausting. Who knew there were going to be so many differences and everything? He quieted down as he listened to the conversation around him.

"Of course, not mon amour. Ton frère would never do that. Would you?" He gave the dark-haired man a disarming grin. Sirius merely rolled his eyes.

"I have no idea what my sister even sees in you." His scathing words lost their impact as his fondness for his brother-in-law and best friend came to the forefront.

"Obviously my undeniable charm." His father said.

"What charm?" A lean sandy-haired man said as he strode into the room. He made his way towards harry and leaned down to kiss him on the forehead, a fond smile on his face, love shining in his amber-wolf like eyes.

"Hello love." He said fondly and picked him up, swinging him up and above. A happy laugh bubbling out of him. A content feeling settled into his heart, love overwhelming him for his family who never got to have a happy life before this.

Is this selfish? He wondered for a moment, no one else got to live again, no one else got a second chance.

No. No, he decided. He deserved this, plus he is planning on making sure the war doesn't happen at all, so he is doing the correct thing.

With new determination, he put all those thoughts behind him and decided to enjoy his new life, which should have been his from the start. His eyes took in the bantering of his family around him, everyone talking, laughing, cooing at him, and passing him around. That night when he went to sleep for the first time in his life, he had never felt such happiness or love before and he vowed to make sure that it always remained this way.

Over time, Harry did learn more about his family. They were descended from the Peverells, on his dad's side. His mom and Sirius were siblings, twins while they met Remus at Beaubaxtons. The rest of their stories were similar, though the best thing was that they never met Peter. He didn't think he wouldn't just take a cleaver to his face if he ever saw that rat again, though maybe it would be a kiddie knife considering he could not hold bigger weights than that at this moment. Some nights, around every week or every two weeks, he had talks with Death and Evangeline through the dreamscape. Mostly they checked up on him and taught him more about his powers which he couldn't access yet, and gave him snippets of information about Grindewald, Dumbledore, and Tom. Tom was currently two years older than him, he wanted to get him out right away but unfortunately, he wouldn't have a legit reason to until his accidental magic acts up and his parents are convinced Tom wasn't in a good place. Guilt gnawed at him but he realized he couldn't really do anything right now, considering he is still a baby. Sighing he put these thoughts out of his mind, the only consolation was that he would get him out as fast as his magic manifested and his anger at muggles wouldn't reach astronomical proportions.