The sun rose on Britain. Birds chirped and soared through the air with freedom and grace. The water lapped peacefully on the beaches and the calm sounds of light morning traffic echoed throughout the city. Children woke and got ready for school while adults got ready for work. It was just another day in muggle Britain.

Wizards and witches were waking up as well. They casted their spells to start breakfast while they brushed their teeth and dressed into more work-appropriate robes. Their children were enjoying the last few weeks of freedom before leaving their homes and going back to Scotland to learn magic. It was just another day in magical Britain.

Harry Potter was not waking up for he was already awake. He could not fall asleep with the constant torture he endured at the hands of his nemesis' minions, the deatheaters. Every once in awhile, he would succumb to the pain and black out. He had already screamed his throat raw and blood stains covered his tattered robes. He'd never seen such cruelty and he knew in his heart he would never wish this upon anyone, except Voldemort and his gang of murderers and rapists.

Lucius Malfoy, the man who had assaulted him to begin with, took great pleasure in poking and prodding his subject with many instruments of pain. For a man who hated muggles, he certainly enjoyed using their torture tools. There was cycle to his torture which allowed Harry to keep from dying. Since there was repetition in his pain, Harry could physically prepare his body for it, but he knew that one day, he would succumb totally and die.

"Do you like that, halfbreed?" Lucius sneered. Harry looked up at him with dead eyes and spit in his eye. 'Bullseye' He thought with twisted satisfaction. Lucius simply pointed his wand at Harry and muttered, "Crucio!" Harry clenched his jaw as electricity ran through his every nerve. He felt his muscles contracting and flexing, trying cease the endless pain. Lucius relented but Harry still felt the pain. Pain did not go away easily, as Harry had realized early on.

Harry drooped his head and felt himself slip into unconsciousness. Blackness consumed him but he did not feel relieved. He knew that even in unconsciousness, he would feel the pain. Lucius made sure that if he was not awake, a man who had taught at Hogwarts when he had visited, Severus Snape, would use painful Legillimency on him. Images of death and bloodshed filled his thoughts as he slept, making him wish for physical pain again. It was an endless cycle that made Harry envy his mother and father, for their deaths had been swift and painless.

Harry couldn't keep track of the time he was there. There was a small window near the top of the cell that allowed the rats to come in and they would bite him sometimes. He sometimes saw the sun and sometimes the moon. It didn't matter to his tormentors, however. He would be broken by them day and night. Sometimes a woman who looked like his godfather, Sirius, would torture him. She would press her hand against his chest and scratch slowly with her long nails, painted a shiny black, much like her eyes. He would feel new scars forming where she constantly scratched. She also had bitten into his shoulder with metal mouthpiece with the word 'halfbreed' in it.

"You know, Potter." She said with a devilish smirk, "I could put you out of your misery, right now." She trailed her wand down his jawline. He kept his face emotionless. He could not feel anything with that statement except hate. He would not let them win. She pouted, "What? Nothing to say you little halfbreed?" She mocked ferociously and slapped his across his face. Five cuts appeared on his face and he felt a few dribbles of blood run down and drip off his chin.

Harry narrowed his eyes and his lip twitched. Bellatrix's eyes widened like a cat spotting a mouse, ready to pounce. She grabbed him by his throat, making him choke. "What was that, hmm Potter?" She taunted. Harry felt hate rising. After countless times of abuse, he could not stand looking at her eyes any longer. They were Sirius' eyes. They belonged to the man who had told him stories to make him laugh and care for him for five years. He was one of the first adults he trusted after the Dursleys. The emotional damn broke.

Tears streamed down his face and he cried. He was silent as tears ran down his cheeks in front of those eyes. He felt hatred towards himself. After what felt like ages, Bellatrix sneered, "You're weak. I don't see how you could have defeated the Dark Lord as a baby." She turned and strutted out of his cell, leaving him exhausted and hollow. Harry couldn't bear it anymore and slumped to the ground.

Death felt nearer than ever and Harry was ready for it. He felt the shadow fall over him and knew his soul would soon depart from him and he would be at peace. Harry didn't feel any emotions. With a terrifying realization, he realized he felt suppressed. It was like after seeing Sirius' eyes torture him and taunt his own death, Harry just couldn't handle it. He couldn't explain it but it was almost as if he felt so much that he couldn't feel anymore. Harry wondered if this was what many people felt while succumbing to a slow and agonizing disease.

Harry didn't die though. He survived and somehow kept his mind through it all. He was on the verge of breaking when he fell unconscious, but this was different. This felt unnatural. He realized as the world went black that he was being put under a spell.

When he woke up, Harry was in a graveyard, magically held to a tall gravestone. Upon a hill nearby, a house stood ominously. Harry recognized the graveyard and narrowed his eyes. His three tormentors surrounded a silver object. Harry saw it was a pocket watch. They murmured words of carnage while Lucius pointed his wand at the intricately carve S on the shell of the watch. There was a flash and the watch disintegrated. Then, the ashes of the destroyed watch swirled and formed a clump that looked suspiciously human.

The ashes melded together and molded itself into a babyish looking thing that looked like the one that died the last time Harry was here. Harry knew he was looking at Voldemort. Lucius grabbed it and immediately threw it into a bubbling cauldron which his and emitted green fumes. Then, he dropped a bone in, "Bone of the father, unknowingly given," Next, he cut Harry's hand and dripped it into the cauldron, "Blood of the enemy, forcibly taken," he continued. Finally, Harry watched as the man handed his knife to Bellatrix whom instantly without thinking, cut her own hand off. She screamed and Lucius muttered the final words for the potion, "Flesh of the servant, willingly given." The potion hissed and the bottom of it melted a little.

The baby rose from the mixture, growing and becoming more and more human. Harry was horrified beyond words as he saw Voldemort come back to life. Harry felt a mixture of horror and rage. The man who killed his family stood before him. Unlike this time, he did not have the support of the other champions. Harry felt his pockets and remembered that Bellatrix had taken his, since hers was snapped after being taken to Azkaban. He looked and saw Bellatrix curled into a ball nearby a gravestone. Lucius was busy looking at his newly reborn master to notice the magical restraints disappeared without the little focus Lucius gave them.

Harry quietly crept around while the deatheater was busy clothing his master. Finally making it to the place where Bellatrix was, Harry swept over her and covered her mouth with his hand. She struggled yet she was weak from her previous dismemberment. Harry snatched the wand from her and immediately stunned her. He considered just killing her but then changed his mind. A quick death was too good for the torturer. Harry turned to the main villain, Voldemort.

"It is... so good to be back, my dear Lucius." Voldemort said silkily. Lucius kept his head down and murmured in thanks. Voldemort turned immediately to where Harry was. His eyes widened and he cackled. "Ah! Harry Potter. I do apologize you had to see my rebirth as it is a..." He grimaced then smiled, "gruesome process." Harry gripped his wand and pointed it at Voldemort.

"Bombarda!"

"Protego!" Voldemort's wand was out faster than Harry could blink. The explosive spell ricocheted into a grave nearby, blowing it to tiny pieces. Harry dove behind a stone angel as a few sickly green curse whizzed by his head. Harry knew he wouldn't win against Voldemort, and Lucius was no push over either. He felt adrenalin pump through his veins. He knew that was the only thing keeping him from collapsing from his injuries. He knew the wondrous boost would not last for long and sprinted away from Voldemort.

"After him!' He heard Voldemort shriek. While Harry couldn't match them in spellpower, he was agile and fast, along with the severe weight loss, Harry sped through the graveyard, occasionally firing spells backwards. This was similar to when he and Fleur ran through the alleys of magical Paris, trying to keep from being captured. He longed to see her again. He had to keep moving, for Fleur.

Suddenly, he heard a sickening crunch and pain flair in his thigh. There, right above the knee was a metal spike that was clear through his leg. He bit his lip to keep from screaming and he tasted iron in his mouth, he had bitten his lip almost clean through. Harry kept moving, trying not to pass out from blood loss. He was just outside of the graveyard. He wasn't going to make it out of there alive.

Harry moaned in agony and limped as fast as he could bear. He couldn't feel his right leg anymore. He began to shiver and the world seemed to be getting colder. Then he dropped to the ground after feeling a pressure strike him on the small of his back. His vision blurred and he heard screaming. The last thought that went through his mind was that the screaming came from him.

Harry opened his eyes to a hall that looked similar to Beauxbatons' lunch hall. Harry smiled, as he looked around. The hall was empty but whenever he looked out the corner of his eye, Harry swore he saw people, students and teachers, eating dinner while talking and laughing. He thought he saw Fleur once and ran to the table but alas, no one was there. Except of course, for two black haired Potters. One a man, another a teenager.

"Not my first pick, but I suppose this is your purgatory, eh Harry?" The man said. Harry turned. "How's it going, son?"

"D-dad?"

"Well, that is something, huh? I actually do get to be called dad by you! Take that, death!" James Potter yelled at the sky. Harry frowned in confusion. James noticed and sighed, "Harry, I'm really sorry to be the one to tell you this, but Voldemort got you."

"What?"

"He struck you, well sort of you, with a killing curse. However the difference between you and everyone else is you have a little horcrux in your head. And because of that little detail, you have the chance to go back and finish the bastard." James spat, looking towards the doors where a feeble, baby-looking thing lay. It whimpered but Harry felt no want to go near it. He felt repulsed and wished he had his wand, if only to destroy the hideous creature. Harry shook his head, he couldn't have actually thought that?

"Don't worry, Harry. That's no baby, that's the horcrux."

"I see. And I can go back?"

"Free of charge."

"What if I don't want to?"

James sighed, "I wanna say that everything would be okay, that the world would defeat Voldemort but, I will not lie to you. The world would, in essence, go to shit." James put it bluntly.

Harry blinked, "Oh."

"Yeah, I've never really had a conversation like this with my dad so it's a little odd..."

"Yeah, I noticed." Harry said uncomfortably. James sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose.

"I'm sorry Harry, I really am and I don't to make you do anything but you're the only hope the world has. Only you can stop Voldemort."

"But, I'm not ready! What do I do when I wake up? Will I still be in the graveyard?"

James chuckled, "I wish I could give you the answers kiddo but this is already kinda crossing some lines. But know this, when the final battle comes, your mother and I will be watching, and no matter what happens, we will always love you."

Harry smiled, "T-thanks, dad. And I'll try. Voldemort isn't going to win. I won't let him." Harry said determinately.

"Good man, Harry. I love you."

"I love you too." Harry felt the world start to pull on him. He felt his soul be tugged back to his body. James widened his eyes and smacked his forehead.

"I almost forgot!"

"What?"

"Tell Sirius we miss him and that I said hi!" James said. Then as Harry was pulled back into the world of the living with an alarmed expression on his face, James broke out laughing. Then, Harry woke up. It was silent and he smelled fresh soil. The sun was coming up in the distance. Harry was alive again.