Chapter I

Abruptly waking from a deep slumber was almost always a very inconvenient experience. Being woken up by the wards of your home being blown to smithers by one of the most powerful dark wizards of all time and the screams of your parents was especially bothersome. But there was nothing to be done about it. Especially if you were a child of 3 years. Even if you possessed the knowledge and mental capacity of a 25-year-old.

But maybe I should introduce myself before we continue. My name is Richard Potter, son of Lily and James Potter born on Monday the 29th of November 1977 shortly after my parents graduated from Hogwarts. I am also a person that lived a life beforehand, although most of these memories have been erased as it seems that a human soul cannot really stomach being ripped apart and the send to another body. Since I was reincarnated into this body, I could only tell you this: I had no idea. No powerful entity had told me why I was here, no gods and no death had appeared before me to explain why anyone, or anything deemed it necessary to dump me into the body of a toddler but here I was living through the most terrifying moment of my two lives as Lord Voldemort meet my new father James in battle downstairs. On might suggests that having died once already I should not be afraid of death as it seemed likely that death was just a process of transfer. And I was not afraid of death. I was afraid of losing this opportunity. I had always wanted to be a wizard, on could call it a childish dream. And now when I had the chance, I wasn't going to let it slip. If I could help it. This was easier said than done. I had retained my knowledge about what would happen during this faithful night but sadly there was little I could have done to change the course of events. Telling it to someone was out of the question as was trying to stop it. I was a 3-year-old, and I would have to behave like one. Not that I could have done anything even if I wanted to. The body of a 3-year-old was very restricting.

Thunder boomed and the wall shook so violently that specs of dust were beginning to fall from the ceiling. The irritation of dust irritating my eyes as well as the whole stress the situation was putting on my body was driving my childish instincts to start bawling my eyes out, but I ruthlessly put a stop to that nonsense. There was admittedly little I could so ensure I survived but there was a small chance I had to take. And I beg of you not to judge me to harshly for what I was about to do but nothing else seemed to make any sense in the given situation. Quickly or at least as quickly as I could I rolled out of my bed and started making my way to Harry crib whilst my conscience started another attack on my heart adding to the already ongoing sound of battle that were still shaking the very foundations of the earth. Or at the very least it felt like that to me.

Just as I had reached the crib and started me ascend a pulse of magic, the strongest I had every felt in my short life as Richard Potter sweeper through the house. A feeling of unbelievable dread and impending doom accompanied it as it made my hair stand on end and tickled every nerve I had in my body. And when Lily Potter threw open the door of the nursery and revealed the green shine that was coming from downstairs it became painfully clear what I had just felt. The dark Lord had just felled James and the creaking of one of the stairs announced how little time was left for us in this world. As a rule, I had hated being picked up carried around after my resurrection but as Lily rushed to me and put her handy under my armpits and heaved me to Harry side, I was very thankful for it because my plan would have probably failed without her help.

In all of the mayhem that was happing I had not even realised that Harry was crying as only a toddler could. Scared and confused he did the only thing he could to make his displeasure known. And again, as I was about to put my plan into action my conscience attacked me whit all its might pushing me toward doing the honourable and right thing and to put myself between the baby and the Dark Lord to at least try and save him. But my conscience lost as the creaking of the first floorboard past the stairs signalled the arrival of Voldemort. Immediately as magic flooded my senses and Lily whipped her wand in the Dark Lord direction and send curses his way i grabbed little Harry and turned to what the battle.

And i regretted it instantly. I am not ashamed to admit that I shit myself upon gazing on the Dark Lord. Pale skin white as snow and bloody red eyes were the only thing visible under a black robe whose hood was drawn deep into his face. And from the shadow of the hood two smouldering embers where locked on my mother as the Dark Lord wand that looked like a bone send death her way.

Lily was giving it her all. Fire and Lighting crashed through the small nursery as Lily Potter fought like a Lioness and for a moment it seemed as if she was marching Voldemort blow for blow. I could not name the spells that flew through the room and started fires or tore holes into wood and glass, but I could feel the might that was unleashed. And as abruptly as it had started it also ended with a red-light striking Lily with such forced that her arm was nearly pulled out of her shoulder as the disarming curse send her wand flying out of her grasp and delivered her to Voldemort's mercy. „Enough „the Dark Lords hiss would have probably turned a whole room of noisy children as silent as a cemetery judging by the reaction it drew from the surviving Potters. Even I and Harry were compelled by the commanding presence to shut up and it was our mother that broke the silence. „ Please, not my children „she begged and put her hands in front of her in pleading gesture trying in vain to appease the Dark Lord. „ Move aside silly girl „was the only answers she would get. But Lily stood firm and unmoving and that sealed her destiny and probably saved us.

A lazy flick of the white wand and two words that again send jolts trough by small body and made my bones ache und the pressure of such magic send a green jet of light into my mother's torso and clawed her soul out of her body. And as she feels and her cold and lifeless eyes fell upon me for the last time every a small party hidden behind the fear and the panic swore that it would to whatever it took to rip Voldemort to pieces.

Lily Potter might have been the second mother that I ever had but there was still a sense of attachment to her and seeing her die shattered my hold on my emotions as tears started welling up in my eyes and a whimper left my lips. In the meantime, I had executed by plan and Harry was in my lap as I tried to hide behind him. I was sure that he would survive and the only way to guarantee my survival was by forcing Voldemort to try and kill Harry first.

And the Dark Lord obliged. Again, green Light filled my vision as the dark wizard hissed the incantation the killing curse and send it towards Harry Head and the moment it connected my whole world exploded in pain. My bones felt like there were getting ground to dust and my head felt like it was getting split open by an Axe as my vision was consumed by a flood of green light. I had no understating on how the killing curse worked as spells seemed to follow their own rules of physics. In this instance the death curse seemed to flow like oil trying to punch its claws into Harry's skull in order to drag his soul into the afterlife. But the ancient magic Lily had evoked did not fail us this night. A golden glow formed and encased me and little Harry. Magic itself seemed to sing and pain and suffering where lifted of us as the golden light pushed the green away. In every fibre of my body, I felt the power of this ancient Magic as it freed and protected me from the Dark and fought against Voldemort's onslaught. And the Dark Lords shocked expression was the last I would see of him for a long time as his curse bounced of the golden shield and struck him square in the throat facilitating for reasons unknown a explosion that ripped away a large part of the house and opened us up to the cold and harsh October cold. And as the Moon shone on the ruins of our House in Godric's Hollow my eyes wandered to the point where Voldemort had been standing mere seconds ago. Nothing but a black scorch mark that was still smoking remained of the terrible creature that would haunt my dreams for a long time.

Next, I turned my attention to Harry and was relieved that my plan had worked. We were both alive and upon closer inspection I found the scar Harry would become famous for still oozing blood and maybe it was my imagination, or my eyes had not yet forgotten the battle that had been fought in the House, but I could have sworn that there seemed to be a green light in Harrys wound.

I stood up and grabbed one of the blankets. It was full of dust and other debris, but it would keep Harry warm until eventually help arrived, but I had no idea how long this would take. Harry looked almost like nothing had happened whilst he slept, and I having assured that Harry would not catch a cold turned my attention to a more pressing concern.

My Ass. Shitting yourself was a very uncomfortable feeling even if you were and adult in a child's body. Thankfully a part of the crib had followed Voldemort into oblivion, and I was at least spared from the humiliation of having to climb out of the crib with my pants soiled. I managed to get myself cleaned up and into a new pair if trousers quickly enough for a child although I managed to cut myself on a shard of glass that I hadn 't seen whilst making my way to my wardrobe that had miraculously survived the fight.

I had picked up my mother's wand from nearby as it seemed wrong to me to let it lie around. I knelled next Lilys body and decided that it was best to wait for the arrival of help. My plan was from over. The most dangerous part of it was done but the next stage was just as if not more important. I would not suffer abused by the Dursleys. I had enough of that the last time

around and by Merlin I would find a way to turn the meagre amount of magic I possessed against them if Dumbledore dared to put me into their Household.

As I waited and got colder and colder by the minute my mood dropped even further. I was used to seeing death. I had seen a lot of people die the last time around, but I had never actually seen a murder happen. I didn't know how I was able to keep my cool in this situation. I had always been rather reserved and pragmatic, but this should have gotten a stronger reaction out of me in my opinion. And whilst I sat there next to the corpse of Lily Potter twirling her Wand in my hand and mused about what was wrong with me, I nearly missed the thundering arrival of Sirius motorbike. But the howl of pure anguish that left Sirius throat after he saw James body would have probably let me know that he was there. It didn't take him long afterwards to arrive at the nursery. With puffy red eyes, tears running down his cheeks into his beard and a dishevelled look on his face he looked as shit as i felt. And I probably didn't look much better. As soon as he saw me, he rushed to me and put me into a hug that threatened to break every bone in my body, but I didn't complain as Sirius body heat was warming my numb limbs. Soon I found myself pressing my face into Sirius shoulder as the wizard picked up Harry and tried to sooth us. But I think that he was trying to calm himself as much as us.

I worried evens as Sirius put us into the passenger seat of bis Motorcycle and we drove of into the Sky that something could still go the wrong way. This timeline was already different as Sirius had not stormed off to kill Pettigrew and Hagrid hadn 't even come to the House in the aftermath of Voldemort's destruction but still things were going to smoothly for my liking. On could think that I was a cynical person, but I personally liked to call it experience. I can 't recall how often I fell asleep during our trip but when I saw a castle by a lake, I became aware of the fact that I would be seeing Hogwarts much earlier than I anticipated.