Friday, 2nd November 1979

Not even one year had passed since her entire family had died when Helen White had given birth to a gorgeous little girl. Luca Morelli, a young Italian man had conquered her love with his light-hearted way of enjoying life. He had helped her to carry on standing, even if everything was looking so gloomy and dark. He gave her new hope, and together they were now building a new family. From all the members of her family that had died on that fatidical New Years Eve, it was her twin Sister the one who she missed the most. Many people fail to understand how they could be so close despite being so different. Annabelle was always the girly, kind and sweet, whereas she was always the fierce woman who would never hold her tongue back. But the reality was that they always complemented each other in such a way, that one those who also have twins can possibly fathom. But now she had gone, as had everyone else.

Since she learned about her pregnancy, Helen never had any doubt which name the baby would have if it was a girl. Luca complied with her request, only asking if the name could be written in the same way as it was the name of his own Great-Grandmother. After nine exhausting hours of labour, their little girl had finally arrived.

"She has your hair... and I think she is going to end up having your eyes..." Helen said to her husband to be while she caressed the little newborn on her hands.

"She certainly has your smile, una piccola principessa, amore mio..." Luca told as he hugged his new family.

"Luca... on the outside pocket of my maternity bag there is a tiny little bracelet... can you grab it for me, please?"

He did as she asked, and as soon as she placed the bracelet on the newborn's tiny hands, a shining golden sphere of light left the jewellery and floated out of the window of their hospital ward.

"What was that?" Luca asked warily with his thick Italian accent.

"I have no idea... I just... I needed to give her this bracelet... it was my sister's..." she looked a little bit concerned with her choice of giving the jewellery to her newborn girl. "It just that... it felt so important for me to give this to her... I can't even explain why... I just felt she needed to have it! Even though I can swear that it shouldn't fit a newborn baby! I think my head is hurting... can you please be a darling and see if the nurse can give me anything for my headache?"

Almost nine months later...

"I came as soon as I could! Now... where is my Godson?" Sirius Black arrived at the antenatal award of St. Mungos carrying an enormous teddy Bear with him.

"Shhh, Sirius... he is asleep..." Lily Potter brought her index finger to her mouth to ask for silence.

"Oh... right!" Sirius whispered as he entered the Potter's private quarters trying to be a little bit quieter. "Where is James, Lily...?"

"I asked him to get me some takeaway... he should be here soon. I can't believe how much time it took for this little one come out! The healers were calling him trouble!" She kissed the forehead of the newborn boy she was carrying on her arms.

Sirius smiled to the sight of his best friend's first-born.

"Of course he is trouble! He is Jame's little boy..." the first thing he noticed when he saw his Godson was his extremely messy hair. "I can already see he definitely has the infamous Potter hair. Poor kid. Old Fleamont would have been delighted."

Lily sighed.

"It is such a shame he is not going to have Grandparents... If only I and Tuney were closer... he would at least have an Aunt..."

"Don't worry about it, Lily. He might not have any blood relative alive, but he certainly has more than enough Uncles to keep him entertained."

"I'm dreading the perspective of this already. My poor boy... you lot are going to ruin him!" she smiled at Sirius. "Would you like to carry your Godson, Uncle Siri?"

Lily said offering him the young baby boy that was securely wrapped in a yellow blanket that she had knitted. She had done it at muggle way, without any magic, as her grandmother had taught her.

"Just careful with his head..." Lily warned before she gave her baby to Sirius to hold.

Sirius felt a turmoil of emotions as he carried his Godson for the first time. He felt a strange connection. It was as if he already knew the boy even before he met him. Nobody knew that the young newborn actually possessed the transmigrated soul of his deceased brother. Nobody could possibly have imagined that tiny newborn baby had already tied his destiny and committed to the cause of vanquishing the world from one of the most terrible wizards from that time.

However, that was no longer Regulus Black. Regulus Black had died. Harry Potter was now alive. A new body, new memories, new life and a new fate. There was only one thing that would remain the same...

A/N: Thank you so much for taking the time to read this story. This is my FIRST EVER COMPLETED FANFICTION! I CAN'T BELIEVE THAT I FINALLY DID IT!

If you liked, please review,

If you did not like, please review as well and let me know what I could have done better...

And if you couldn't have enough of this cute pairing and what to know how Harry and Annabel finally met again, feel free to read my other fanfiction which is called Lost Connections. However, be aware they will be a little bit different, as they have grown in different families, under different circumstances, will have different memories and different DNA. But you will definitely find some similarities in their personalities.

And please let me know what you think about this crazy idea I had about Harry being the reincarnation of Regulus. What do you think? Am I being completely insane, or you think it kinda makes sense? Please, tell me your thoughts about it - especially as I have nobody else to discuss this theory... also, please let me know if you are aware of any story that explores this possibility. I've been trying to find one for ages...