Hi. This is my second work ever, and to be honest, i know i'm not that good, and it's a bit rigid, but i'm not sensitive, and any harsh comments on how to improve are welcome.
Just wanted to make some things clear about this, so everyone who came looking for something else can stop now and not be disappointed later.
Firstly, this is exploring Harry being simultaneously happy about everyone being alive, and extremely angry that Voldemort is here and no one seems to believe him. So just to be clear, there might not be a sign of an actual plot for a while, so it's going to be a lot of character studies, and what ifs, and then when harry gets older he's obviously going to start wanted to get home.
Secondly, There isn't going to be any bashing, and i'm going to try and actually write the characters the way i interpreted them to be in the books.
*Spoilers*
Thirdly, the way i have made the timeline work may be difficult to explain but i going to try anyway. So the timeline harry is in is just a straight line, but then he gets pulled into a completely separate line, which is almost entirely identical to the one he was in. Then the line he is pulled into goes onto a tangent in a connecting line, that is different from the way that timeline was supposed to go.
Fourthly (wow this is a bit excessive), i know Voldemort is incapable of love due to his conception under Love Potions, and i tried to represent this in Voldemort, but because of the runic structures, this new Tom will be capable of it. Other than that, he will just be exactly what i think Voldemort would be like if he was shown unconditional love by a family.
*Spoilers End*
Finally, this is not a wrong boy-who-lived fic, and in this people assume it was the both of them, so while obviously some have favourites, (because they are treated like characters and celebrities) they are basically both treated the same.
Thanks if you actually read the note, have fun.

It was by no means whatsoever a quiet night, It was Halloween after all. Muggle children were scattered over the pavement in brightly coloured costumes, one even had the gall to compliment his 'costume'. But of course this was no costume, for this was the Dark Lord Voldemort, walking through the streets of Godric's Hollow that Halloween night.

However, murder was not his intention.

He had been begged by one of his most loyal followers to spare the family, and let it not be said that the great Lord Voldemort was not a man of his word. In fact, his servant's pleas had helped him develop a new plan, a better one.

If another was going to have the power to oppose him, then he would make it useful.

His new plan involved stunning the couple, perhaps torturing them for authenticity, and then moving onto the toddler, using the very important tool he held in his robe pocket, his old diary. He has studied runes at Hogwarts, and he intended to use that knowledge to completely eliminate any 'Great Enemy' that this prophecy predicted.

He was very simply going to transfer the horcrux from the diary to the child, he was also going to increase the magical core to that of an adult. This would create an ally within the ranks of the enemy! No one would suspect a child, although he may have to alter the body slightly to accommodate the new soul, but he was planning on making sure that only he could see the resemblance between him and the child.

Oh he was very smart. And, of course, credit where credit is due, he had to admit that he may have not thought of this new plan had it not been for the infatuation of his follower for the mudblood girl. He had never understood the desire for intimacy, and it had never bothered him, but oh was it useful to manipulate others with.

It was with that thought that Lord Voldemort entered the Potter household.

"Lily, he's here! Take Harry and run! I'll hold him off!" Yelled the eldest male Potter, of course he couldn't know about the wards Voldemort had constructed around the house that yielded no escape. It was true Gryffindor bravery, he didn't even have a wand, hell, he didn't even have socks on! But this of course served his purposes perfectly, he though with a smirk.

"Ah, how brave, do you truly believe you can hold off the Great Lord Voldemort without a wand?" He asked in a condescending tone.

"Any time I can buy for them is worth my life." Potter spoke, with an uncharacteristically grave tone. He supposed everyone revealed themselves when faced with death.

"I assure you, your bravery will be rewarded, regardless of your blood-traitor status. I do not wish to spill magical blood, James. Cogitatmalum." And with that, he made his way to the bedroom, where undoubtedly the mother was cowering with the child.

He slammed open the door and immediately stunned her, he didn't have much longer before the Order-of-the-Flaming-Chicken turned up. Unfortunately for him, he didn't notice the very faint runes she had been drawing on the carpet with a crayon, the only utensil for her task.

The child didn't seem to be very upset by the whole situation, in fact, it was looking at him with extreme curiosity as he bent over and began to draw the runes, unfortunately for him he also didn't notice the childish scribbles, or apple juice stains surrounding his area of work.

He made very quick work of it, and finally placed the diary in the center of the rune pattern, still not noticing the combination of the scribbles, the desperate attempts at protection runes, or the several stains.

"Dabitvitem."

That was when the house exploded.

Harry potter was having an ordinary day, something he was just getting used to, and something he found he quite liked.
He had just dropped Teddy off at Andy and Ted's, and was on his way home, which was actually stating to feel like a home now. It had taken a lot of redecorating, and he was nowhere near done, but with the help of the Weasley women, and most surprisingly, Percy, it was on its way to feeling like a real home.

Oh yes, Percy had really come into his element with the decorating, he had just been visiting, on ministry business, (he was planning to run for minister one day, after all) and he saw the colour charts on the table.
Harry wasn't really sure what happened afterwards to be perfectly honest, but he remembered that it involved a lot of running around, and colour transfiguration to see what combinations worked best. Just like everything, the ginger had thrown hid very all into the contributions he had made.

Of course, Harry thought it had something to do with Fred. Everyone had mourned the past few months after the war and the Weasleys were no exception. Molly had been staring into the distance a lot, Arthur placing his arm around her. Bill and Charlie had been helping with the rebuilding, after all, there were ward to be placed, magical creatures to be helped back into their habitats, and every able witch and wizard had been helping.

George had stayed in his flat for about a month, before, thank god, Angelina had gone over. No one knew what she said, but he had come out the next day, and was contributing to the morale aspect of post-war society.

Ron and Ginny had mourned, but Hermione and Harry had helped them through it, and they were both starting to get a lot better, but Percy seemed to be throwing himself into work, Harry remembers Fred's death, and he also remembers the look of guilt in Percy's eyes, but he had decided to not push the matter yet, not so soon.

Both he and Hermione had been giving the older Weasleys their grieving space, but Hermione had refused to let Ron suffer along when she could at least try to do something about it. Of course he had agreed, Ron was his best mate, and what kind of friend would he be if he just left Ron in his time of need.

Ginny was a bit more complicated. He did love her, really, but he just didn't think he LOVED her. He had explained it to her, and she understood, thank god, but of course only after a few stinging hexes to uphold her reputation. Ultimately it was all in good nature, and no one was too heartbroken, but they were now very good friends. Hence the help with Grimmauld.

The place had been so much cleaner since Kreacher had decided that Harry was God himself as far as he was concerned, even after much encouragement from Harry and Hermione that he rest a bit. Kreacher was also starting to warm up to Ron and Hermione a lot, since Ron seemed to really love the food Kreacher made, when enough effort was put into it, and Hermione had lessened her efforts in S.P.E.W.

Every one had been far too focused on the rebuilding of laws, towns, and families to pick up hobbies again. Hogwarts had been rebuilt as well, in almost her former glory, which would now be refilled with children once again roaming its halls without fear.

Both him and Ron had chosen not to finish their seventh year, since they both wanted to be aurors, and they rather felt they had plenty of experience in that field. Being the boy-who-lived, (or now the man-who-conquered), and his best friend tended to open doors, and were immediately accepted into auror training without their last year of school or NEWTs. Another year, and they would be professional aurors.

Hermione, however, had chosen to go back, no surprise there, it was Hermione after all, but Hogwarts had opened the floo so that every eighth year could travel between Hogwarts and their homes, after all, they were grown adults and practically war veterans, despite the fact that they were still only 17 and 18, but it was decided that having them living outside Hogwarts was the only option for many students to be able to come back.

All in all, the past four months since the war had been the best ones of Harry's life, so of course it was all going to go wrong soon. It always did, he was like fate's personal chew toy. With his luck, Seamus Finnegan would suddenly become the new Dark Lord and murder him in his sleep.

It was with those thoughts that abruptly, in the middle of a muggle alley, Harry potter gasped in pain before disappearing from that world.