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-Abby Jack, bloody pirate.

Also, Tonks will no longer be at any Order meetings or anything. One wonderful reviewer informed me that Tonks would still only be a child. Thanks.

Just so you know…

"Talking"

Thinking

"Thoughts heard through Legilimency/Occlumency"

The marauders had decided they needed to have brunch in the Leaky Cauldron. They were planning to get drunk before lunch and Lily would normally have been adamantly against it, had she not realised it was how they were trying to deal with the news about the absent ex-marauder.

Wormtail, the traitor had been handed over to the ministry earlier, as they had heard in the Daily Prophet on their way to the pub. He was scheduled to get the dementors kiss later in the evening.

The marauders were disappointed that their animagus forms had come out in the trail, but the severe blow was the extent of Wormtail's confessions under veritaserum. The trial had been swiftly completed just after dawn and the Daily Prophet had managed to do an extra run for the morning crowd on Diagon Alley.

That left Lily carrying Harry through the press of crowds to withdraw some money from the account at Gringotts. Harry was quite pleased with the current turn of events.

He had worked out a list in his head. Wormtail's dealt with. I still have to speak with McGonagall. Get her to buy my wand. Brew Lupin's potion. Oh, and get a book on wandless magic. It'd be better if I used my wand sparingly, else risking someone noticing.

All of which wouldn't be hard… But I'm in the body of a bloody one year old! Harry was glad he had plenty of free time to plot, and very happy that for once he was normal! Well… less noticeably different anyway.

Lily and Harry visited several stores on the Alley, even Quality Quidditch Supplies, to purchase a cheer-up gift for James. When they reached Flourish and Blotts, Lily took Harry to a section he hadn't realised even existed.

Okay, it was a very small section, but still. Lily pulled out a few books and Harry was surprised to see an alphabet book. I'm only fifteen months!

He decided Lily was a wonderful mother, but a bit overly hopeful… just a bit? A lot. Harry took the book from her hands and proceeded to chew on the corner. I should go back in time more often, this is fun.

Lily finally conceeded defeat in teaching Harry to read so soon, and they continued to the toy shop. He let her shove various 'educational' toys into his face, and made the appropriate gurgling noises his other memory told him to.

Harry was starting to think he would never be free; seeing the downside of letting everyone think he hadn't yet developed a brain.

Only so much plotting could be done, and he thought he'd die of boredom before his next birthday. But nothing could change Harry's euphoria at seeing everyone alive and well again.

The next stop was Florean Fortescues Ice-Cream Parlor, as Lily sat down for a macadamia flavoured ice-cream. The Longbottoms arrived, and sat enjoying icecreams while chatting to Lily. Harry didn't get a chance to listen in on the conversation though.

He could feel something he hoped he'd never have to worry about again. It felt like Harry's scar was inflicting the 'Crucio' spell on him. He put his hand on his forehead, but the scar wasn't there. It was on his soul, but had never been inflicted through this body. That's how the link remains, even though it hasn't happened.

Harry felt blood in his mouth from biting his tongue trying not to scream out. Not even seconds after it had started, Harry got over his initial shock and raised his occlumency shields to make them stronger. Harry had just felt Voldemort's rage.

He was angry that Wormtail had been his key informant in the Order of the Phoenix and the closest death eater to the children the prophecy mentioned. Harry managed to get one thought from Voldemort's mind before he broke the link. "The brats die today!"

Harry heard screams from a up the street. Everyone was running toward the Leaky Cauldron, as the anti-apparation wards had been put up. Everyone was running from "Death eaters!" Alice screamed as they joined the crowd.

Harry tried to squirm around in his mother's grip to check what Voldemort was doing. Very few people were being attacked. Great well as long as they're just after us, it's all okay then. Harry thought sarcastically, though he was glad very few seemed hurt, and no-one dead.

Harry realised their little group was at the back of the press of bodies running away, and the death eaters were closing in. Abruptly, they were grabbed roughly by several death eaters, and pulled back toward Voldemort himself. All three adults grabbed their wands, but were disarmed before they could put them to use.

The death eaters had stopped chasing the crowd, instead making a ring around the prisoners and Voldemort. No-one has realised though. Where are the aurors! Harry realised, watching the retreating crowd with growing dread. However, he turned back to Voldemort as he began speaking.

"With Pettigrew arrested, you have forced my move. I am most displeased." Despite his words, Voldemort smiled. However, if you co-operate and hand over the children, you three may go free."

"No"

"Never"

Both women hugged their babies closer to themselves. Death by suffocation, Harry joked to himself as his face got covered by his mother's sleeve, despite the current predicament.

Frank moved to stand between Lily and Alice; and Voldemort, but Voldemort just cast a curse that sent him flying into a wall, unconscious. Several death eaters stepped forward, and took the babies from the struggling women.

Harry suddenly felt a very familiar Legilimens trying probing his occlumency shields. Harry realised it was Severus Snape, who was holding him. I very much doubt that was a coincidence. Harry thought wryly.

Strangely, Snape was projecting his own thoughts across to Harry. "Who are you that possesses a baby's body. I know you can understand me so there's no use in playing stupid. Answer me and I may just be able to help you escape. But you will have to leave the baby's body."

Harry decided to reply, why not? lowering just enough of his shields to retort, "I don't need your help." Harry felt the arms holding him stiffen as he replied

"You didn't know I could understand you! You were bluffing!" he exclaimed angrily "Bloody hell!" Harry quickly re-doubled his occlumency shields.

The conversation had taken mere seconds, but time was precious. Voldemort had his wand raised at Neville. "Aveda -"

Over the past year, McGonagall had made Harry learn quite a bit of soul magic, a rare magic and mainly useless for everyday use. However, since going back in time, Harry had realised why, as even that, in itself was soul magic. They've been making preperations for this trip in time for a long while.

Harry projected his soul over the astral plane as he had been taught. This was very dark magic, and what he was about to do did count as possession, unlike his merging with his younger self.

Harry weaved the part of his soul that was the protection his mother had given him the previous time, with Neville's soul. When the killing curse hit, the two women struggling off to the side screamed, but Harry was ecstatic as the curse was reflected. It worked!

The curse, just like last time, returned back the way it came and hit Voldemort. Harry fled back to his body, as confusion and panic struck the death eaters. Everything went by in a blur after that. The Aurors who had finally arrived were still approaching, wands drawn, followed by many of the witches and wizards.

The anti-apparation wards that the death eaters had put up, fell. Harry felt Snape step forward and reach out for something, before Harry realised a screaming Neville had taken residence in his other arm. The area was ringing with loud 'pops' as the death eaters escaped.

"Go to Dumbledore!" Snape yelled to Lily and Alice, before Harry felt the familiar tug on his navel that signified apparation.

Snape arrived just outside the Hogwarts gates, still holding Neville and Harry. Entering the grounds, Snape growled at the screaming baby before grabbing a potion out of his robes and pouring a few drops down Neville's throat. Neville was quiet almost immediately.

Harry noticed a scar on the other boy's forehead. It was in the shape of a lightning bolt. The only outward link showing the connection that had been forged. "That makes two Boys-Who-Lived" Harry thought wryly.

Snape returned to Harry, as he continued up the path to the castle. "We're going to Dumbledore, If you want any mercy, you had best explain yourself now. While you still can."

I don't want to be Dumbledore's tool again!

Harry respected the wizard and loved him like a grandfather. But that didn't mean he hadn't gotten over being manipulated, even if it was for the right reasons.

"No. Don' tell the Headmaster. I am Hawy, just… diffewent." Harry grinned as he heard himself. His mouth obviously wasn't used to forming words yet.

"I don't believe you, but I'm sure the Headmaster will know." Snape sneered back.

"No! Look, er… tawk to McGonagall." "She'll vouch for me, and if 'ou can twust anyone to tell the twuth its her. You yoursewf know how manipuwating he can be, and I'm sick of being a tool. I just wan' to be nowmal and have my own life." Snape peered at Harry, his face blank, but Harry could see the doubt in his eyes.

"You call this normal?" Snape shot.

"It's better than how it was befow" Harry retorted.

"I will speak with McGonagall, but should anything be out of order, I shall report directly to the Headmaster." They entered the castle and strode along the hallways to the gargoyle. Upon reaching it they could hear hysterics from the other side.

Snape said the password and continued up. He cast a very powerful 'Protego' spell before entering the main chamber, which was lucky as several spells hit him at once. He still had his mask on, and no one could recognise him. Anyway, he was dressed as a death eater.

Ignoring the glares from everyone else he handed the Harry and Neville to Dumbledore who was closest. Sirius was growling at Snape, and looked like he was about to leap up and attack him.

Snape doubled his 'Protego' spell in response Dumbledore however stepped forward. "I think an explanation is in order. Everyone have a seat please." He said a spell and several chairs appeared. "Please sit." Dumbledore made it clear it wasn't an offer, but an order.

Alice and Lily came forward to take their babies before everyone sat wearily, wands still pointing straight at the mysterious death eater.

"What's going on, Headmaster?" James was the first to break the silence. "And why is that piece of filth here?"

"As I have asked before, please call me Albus. I am no longer your professor. And the person in front of you is actually a spy for the light side." Dumbledore grinned at the look on everyone's faces "Maybe you should thank him for saving the childrens lives."

Everyone slowly lowered their wands, but did not put them away.

"Why don't you take off your mask, my boy" Dumbledore smiled at Snape, who scowled in response, but did so. There was an instant uproar. It seemed a few of the others - namely the marauders - had already forgotten the 'spy for the light' bit, and cast a few spells, which were absorbed by Snape's shield.

Snape turned to McGonagall, who looked amused. "It seems I'll need time for several people to come to terms with the news Headmaster. I need a word with McGonagall anyway, if you wouldn't mind. Privately." He added.

McGonagall raised her eyebrows in query, but Snape just swept out of the room, robes billowing behind him. Harry, watching them leave, thought I so have to learn how he does that. He turned back to the conversation at hand. I'll ask McGonagall later.

Meanwhile, outside.

"What do you know about the Potter boy, Minerva?"

Minerva looked surprised by the question. "As much as you do, why?"

"We had an… interesting conversation."

"You had a conversation with a baby? With a Potter baby" McGonagall asked incredulously, but Snape could tell she knew something.

"I tricked him into giving himself away. That is no baby."

"Why are you telling me this?" McGonagall replied suspiciously.

"He said he really was Potter. I said I'd let the Headmaster sort it out, and he ask me not to tell him. He said you could vouch for him." Snape paused expectantly. Finally, McGonagall sighed.

"I'll explain it in my rooms. What I'm going to tell you must not be told to anyone else. If it is Harry's wish, this includes the Headmaster. I'll just let Dumbledore know not to expect us back in the meeting."

With that, McGonagall stepped back into the Headmaster's office, before reappearing moments later. When they reached her rooms she cast a locking charm and a silencing charm, before sitting , gesturing for Snape to do likewise.

"First, I'll need to take some veritaserum, so that you can be assured I'm not making this up." Snape handed over the vial he kept on him at all times, his face showing no outward sign of what he was thinking.

"Okay, once there was an evil wizard named Voldemort," Snape looked amused at her way of telling him what was going on, but didn't say anything. "Everyone was scared of him, and no one was able to stop him. Then a prophecy was made."

"Wait! How do you know about the porphecy? I didn't think Dumbledore told you."

"This will be really slow if you keep asking questions. You'll see in a minute" Snape frowned, but McGonagall ignored him and continued.

Anyway, a prophecy was made, that let Voldemort to wish for Harry Potter's death. The Potters had a secret keeper-"

"Have a secret keeper, not had." Snape corrected. McGonagall again, chose to ignore him.

"The Potters had a secret keeper, but at the last minute, they decided to change who the secret keeper. Wormtail was chosen instead, and he immediately told his master." Snape forgot his mask of indifference. His face was a mixture of confusion and disbelief.

"Voldemort attacked Godrics Hollow, killing Lily and James Potter, but Harry Potter lived. The killing curse Voldemort had cast reflected back onto himself and everyone thought he was dead."

Snape's head shot up, remembering the incident with Neville "You mean he's not?"

"No. Anyway, from then on Harry was referred to as The-Boy-Who-Lived. At eleven, Harry was reintroduced to the wizarding world -"

"What do you mean 'reintroduced', what about Sirius or Remus."

"The Ministry was not about to hand custody over to a werewolf, and as for Sirius," She sighed "No one knew the secret keepers had been swapped. Sirius got sent to Azkaban, accused of the murder of both the Potters and Pettigrew."

She waited for Snape to interrupt again, but he was speechless. As Harry went through Hogwarts, Voldemort returned. Harry was trained for 'the final battle' as every one called it. The entire wizarding world expected a mere child to do away with a monster even the best Aurors couldn't" she shook her head, then grinned "though he came close several times. He spent the last years of his schooling training in light and dark magic, occlumency, soul magic, to battle tactics, to name a few. He even learned muggle fighting. He had a lot expected of him, and tried to live up to it against impossible odds."

"Anyway, the war cost many lives. Too many, most light wizards died. When all hope seemed lost, Harry and I used a special… time turner I suppose is the best explanation. Our souls were sent back in time, to merge with the current self you see standing in front of you." She finished

"And you went back to last night." Snape said, realisation dawning. "And that's how you knew about Wormtail."

"Yes, in the end the Ministry had fallen and Hogwarts was under attack, the death eaters no longer needed to hide behind masks. They had taken over."

McGonagall answered Snape's questions for the next ten minutes to get a better background on the events. Then they decided to go back to Headmaster's office. However on their way back they met with Dumbledore and the others coming the other way.

Ignoring the dark looks at Snape, they followed. Soon, loud conversations could be heard from the great hall, and though the students didn't have classes on Halloween, it didn't sound like student voices.

Snape was glad he had left his death eater mask behind, now he just looked to be in normal black robes. As the group swept into the Hall, they were bombarded be photographers and reporters.

The students that had been in the great hall were asking what was going on, but were being ignored in favour of the adults who had just entered.

"We want to see Neville Longbottom!" Yelled one reported over the noise.

"Yeah, we want to see the Boy-Who-Lived!" another added.

McGonagall and Snape looked at each other and grinned.

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