Samantha Chapman had caught a lucky break when her application to intern at Saint Mungo's had gone without hitch. The purity of her blood could have come into question, if the people in charge cared for such a thing. Only saving the lives of patients mattered here.

She was the newest addition to the maternity ward.

And the experience was nothing short of surreal. Women here had no need to fear death. For magical medicine ensured baby and mother survived. However, slight complications could arise that fractured families and split mothers and fathers from babies.

Samantha had only heard the term once. But the heartbreak lasted a lifetime.

Squib.

It was absurd in her opinion that parents would willingly discard their children just because they didn't have magic. Children should be cherished and loved. She didn't dare voice her opinions though, for magical Britain was practically embroiled in civil war.

Waving her wand in an arc, she summoned a clipboard to her person. On it was a moving picture of a small baby. Intelligent brimming in the eyes looked up at the camera, frowning, before repeating. On top of the yellow parchment, in block letters was the name 'Harry James Potter.' Beside it a hastily scrawled 'half blood.'

Frowning, Samantha realised that the child's blood samples hadn't been taken. And just when her shift would end! Sighing, she made her way through the convoluted wards of St Mungo's. Her lime-green robes billowing behind her.

She had just reached the neonatal ward when the soft thrums of a lullaby being played filled the air.

'Now the sun is sleeping

And the moon shines overhead

Come magic creatures creeping

Around your little bed

But be not afraid my child.'

She didn't hear the rest as it abruptly stopped.

The spell must have fizzled out. She could tell as soon as she entered the private room of Lady Potter. Childbirth was always taxing on Muggleborn mothers as they continuously refused to take any potions to accelerate the recuperation process, for that very reason Lily was asleep.

It was St Mungo's policy that the needs and relaxation of their patients was always adhered to. The rooms in which the patients resided had their own separate house-elf's keyed to mentally help in any way, shape or form. Ergo soft music that had recently stopped was to lull the new-born boy in the cot to sleep.

Samantha entered the threshold of the room fully, seeking out the boy first. She peered down into his cot, expecting him to be fast asleep. Only, his emerald eyes were firmly on hers.

He was a cute baby, all the babies born in St Mungo's were. Until they opened their mouths and the screeching ensued.

She cradled him in her arms, and yet peculiarly he remained quiet. Even when she let the clipboard fall from her hands, causing it to remain levitated in front of her.

Withdrawing her wand from the folds of her robes, she pointed it at the inquisitive baby, and made a stabbing motion. She expected him to cry as small droplets of blood escaped from the pin wound in his finger.

He didn't, and she loved him even more for it.

Placing the boy back into his cot, she tucked him in and made her way to the door, just before she left, Samantha pointed her wand at the rectangular device on the foot of the bed. Sending a tuning charm towards it, she left the room, the sounds of the lullaby playing in the background muffled her steps.

Itachi was baffled.

Such an emotion was unbridled and something he hadn't felt for a long time. Yet, as he gazed around for the umpteenth time, he couldn't help but feel it without restraint.

He just couldn't see.

For a member of the Uchiha clan and someone who had kept the Sharingan active for most of his lifespan, possessing mediocre vision was worrying.

Things which once he could see with vivid clarity were dulled to the mediocre eyesight of a child's. Any ninja worth their salt could defeat him in his current state, something that was unacceptable! As he lay in the crib that was gifted by his "parent's" many friends. He needed to find out what had become of Sasuke and the Elemental Nations. Judging from the lack of chakra being used and the sticks being carried around by nearly everyone he had seen, Itachi had a hunch that he was somewhere different entirely.

He hated when his hunches were proven accurate.

Itachi or Harry as he was known to these people was cradled in between his mother's arms. Her vibrant red hair tied in a topknot and emerald eyes assessed him. She adjusted him in her right hand, before withdrawing a stick.

Itachi knew of the wonders of chakra, he had studied it exponentially, lost sleep burying himself under tomes dating all the way back to the Sage himself. But when his mother waved her stick and summoned small birds to fly overhead, he couldn't keep the look of child-like wonder from his face.

He was six months old when he began to walk. The Marauders from what Itachi had gleamed were ecstatic beyond reproach. His father telling them frequently that if he learned to walk this fast, his broom skills would be out of this world.

'Broom?'

Itachi would never find out the meaning to those words until six more months had passed, much to the consternation of his mother.

He was one year's old, his birthday party in full swing. The people in attendance had Potter Manor seem crowded.

Gifts upon gifts were piled on. He didn't realise the significance of a birthday. After all, life in the Ninja world was fleeting. Something as trivial as birthdays were of inconsequential thought.

Still, he played the role of dutiful son well. Happily keeping quiet but listening as the adults talked about different topics. The most concerning of all was the outcome of the war.

Two months had passed since his birthday. Yet the tension had increased even more. His mother and father showed signs of stress and fatigue. James had lost his boisterous personality, dark rings prominent underneath his hazel eyes. His untidy hair beginning to lose its shine. Lily on the other hand had thrown herself into obscure books, he had been left at home one day whilst her and James had gone to Gringotts. When they'd come back, they had done so with a library of books.

The cause for this change?

Albus Dumbledore.

He had summoned his parents and him to Hogwarts. It was referred to as a school.

But he knew what it really was. An Academy. Designed to churn out able bodied witches and wizards.

He wasn't privy to much of the conversation. He cursed his childlike internal clock. Sleep came to him more frequently than it did in the Elemental Nations, and it was hard to rouse himself from the deep sleep. When he had eventually awoken, they were back at home. Packing as if their lives depended on it. And four months from now, he'd realise, that yes. Their lives had depended on it.

"Lily! Its him! Take Harry and run… I'll hold him off!"

Harry was scooped up and held so hard a whimper escaped his lips. But James didn't care. He couldn't. He practically threw him at Lily, and ushered them to the stairs.

His inattention would be his undoing, as high, cold laughter filled the air.

"Hold me off? Without your wand?"

Harry didn't get to hear any more of the monologue as Lily fastened him in her arms and ran up the stairs. Green light illuminating downstairs and the thud of a body made Harry aware of what was going to happen.

Him and the fake Madara had done something similar to the exterminated Uchiha.

The irony was not lost on him.

There was no escape. He knew this. And he had an inkling that his mother did too.

With a wave of her wand, she closed and locked the door. Another deft swish caused all the furniture in the room to pile by the door, except his cot. She gently placed him down and wiped the tears from his eyes.

"Harry. Mummy loves you. Daddy loves you. I want you to know, whatever happens we'll always be here. Watching over you." She gave him a watery smile, as if trying to keep her own tears at bay, before leaning forward and kissing him on his forehead.

The door and all the clutter behind it were completely vaporised as more mocking laughter filled the nursery room.

"Get out of the way."

Lily stood in front of him, shielding and arms outstretched. "Please… Not my son…"

"Stand aside you foolish girl!"

"Please… Take me… Not Harry… Please… Not him…"

The Dark Lord laughed. His wand pointed directly at the red head in his way. Severus would have to make do with another mudblood.

Green light escaped his yew wand, and Lily Potter fell as if she was a marionette whose string was cut.

And at last Harry saw the tall, snakelike man. He was reminded of Orochimaru. The serpentine features were quite prominent in both creatures. He refused to acknowledge Orochimaru and this thing as humans.

There were not many people Itachi was close to in this life. Except for his parents. James and Lily Potter. Parents who had been mercilessly cut down by the depraved creature in front of him.

His eyes began to itch. It was as if someone had taken hot pincers and plunged them into his eye sockets.

Voldemort pointed his bleached wand in front of him, aimed directly in between Harry's eyes. Hatred was something that came easily for Tom Riddle. As an emotion needed to fuel the killing curse, it was something he had in spades.

"Avada kedavra."

The pain in his eyes reached its crescendo. He couldn't help but think of his mother and father, slain because of the machinations of others.

Agony, misery but most importantly a curse had been unlocked.

Emerald green eyes made way for three spiralling curves converging around the pupil.

Voldemort had but a moment to widen his eyes before the killing curse was swallowed up by inextinguishable dark flames. As the curse eroded, the flames fell upon the Dark Lord, burning him into a crisp.

Blood cascaded down his cheeks, without any sign of respite. As his vision blurred and his head beginning to throb, Harry James Potter slumped in his cot.

The only sign of the Dark Lord's admittance was two dead Potter, one maimed Potter, and black flames drilling a hole in the very expensive carpet.

AN:

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Now although it seems as if Harry has awoken the Mangekyō early, that activation and the usage of amaterasu will have severe effects for him later down the line. Also, He's not a horcrux and the Yew and Phoenix wand was burnt as well. Important information.

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