AN. Since I see no way I can explain it in this story as Harry does not know it himself, I will try to explain my idea to you. It's not very logical but I will tell you my thoughts. If you do not wish to hear skip past the bolded text and read on.
I was reading DH and it said something along the lines of the golden mist surrounded them during the final battle and I thought what in the world is 'golden mist' and it got me to wondering what it was. Was it some mystical power? Was it fate herself come to guide how the battle ended? Was it greater than any other magic? Was it capable of power that was not ventured? I did not know, but I rather liked the idea that I could make something in the books into something of my own actions, I didn't even have to think of some new inventive way to send Harry back in time. So for the point of my story the 'golden mist' is some mystical ancient power and when the spells backfired the stunning spell sent Harry towards it, it evoloped him in it's 'power'. My thoughts were that it cured him of his imperfections (hence his eye sight). Another thought was that it would not leave his mind undamaged, his memories were wiped, which is not unplausible. But instead of being helpless he still has the knowledge. Which is of course all nonsense, but let's just say for the sake of my story, it's plausible I suppose.
This is not canon, obviously. I wanted you to know that I am adding scene's where it fits my purpose. It sticks on the plot line but it is not the exact same as the canon. Whatever you make think, I have chosen my pairings. Dun dun duh the pairings are:
Harry/Ginny
James/Lily
And don't fret thought I never plan my stories, the ending will be with these pairings, thought I can't promise the rest of the story....
Enjoy!!
~I'm-Reading
It was four in the morning and the hallways lay quiet. Everything was still and the silence seemed to shed a blanket that wrapped the castle in the sense of early morning contentment. Evan let out a sigh laying his head against the stone castle wall. Lily entered the common room, in a dressing gown a book clutched in her hand. She noticed him sitting there on the floor next to the large sat in direct view line of the stairs and he looked up as she entered.
"Are you alright?" she asked softly, bending down next to him.
He nodded slowly. Shifting against the wall.
"What are you doing?" she asked sitting down next to him.
"Listening," he said his voice the barest hint of a whisper.
Lily was silent placing the book down next to her. She closed her eyes and relaxed. The silence seemed to come from all around and surprisingly it wasn't the eerie silence she had expected. It was a peace that only came in the early hours of the morning and it was wonderful. She breathed deeply, her mind wandering aimlessly on topics that ment little. She fell asleep and her head fell onto Evan's shoulder.
He smiled fondly at her. Lily was a wonderful girl. She reminded him of someone. She seemed to embody all the things that he couldn't remember, and it made her very dear to him. Already he had grown attached to her. She was a lifeline and he was lost at sea in a world when nothing was familiar.
He sighed resting his head atop hers and let his breathing even out. Heavens knew he needed the sleep.
The two remained that way as the sun rose above the horizon and flooded the common room with its soft reflecting light. They remained that way as the early risers tiptoed off to an early trip to the library or to go eat. They smiled fondly at the two leaning against each other and moved on their way. They remained that way until the heavy tromp of the Marauders feet on the step awakened them.
It was a Marauders tradition to be loud and unruly on the stairs every morning. To "wake everyone up" as they put it. As the Marauders exited there dormitory they were as different as everyone else had been before them as could be.
The moment they entered the common room they noticed the two figures curled up in the corner as everyone else had. But in the next moment in a blur Evan was on his feet his wand in his hand, golden eyes cold.
"Don't move," he hissed.
The four stared at him in fright and backed away slowly. Lily fluttered her eyes open and stared at him. She was shocked and she placed her hand on his arm to calm him. His eyes flicked towards hers for a fraction of a moment.
"Not now, Hermione," he growled, "They're deatheater scum and you know it."
Evan stumbled back his wand faltering his golden eyes fluttering closed. He collapsed to the floor and Lily let out a cry but he was far away.
It was the earliest hours of the morning that they came upon them. They came as they slept triggering of alarms as they went. In an instant Harry was on his feet. His wand was pointed at them and for the first time Hermione saw his emerald green eyes grow cold.
"Don't move," he hissed.
The deatheaters were young barely past Hogwarts age a few of which Hermione recognized from her time there. They were trembling with fear and one fumbled for his wand. In one flick of Harry's wand he flew backwards and you could hear a crack as he hit the tree. Hermione was scared she moved forward placing her hand on his shoulder.
His eye's flicked towards hers briefly. Her eyes were frightened and scared. Of him, he thought, she didn't understand. He turned his back towards her.
"Not now, Hermione," he growled, "they're deatheater scum and you know it."
He flicked his wand towards the next deatheater and a large slash appeared across his chest. He collapsed to the ground with an agonized cry. The remaining three deatheaters fell at his wand giving no attempt to defend themselves. It was only when they all lay dead at his feet that Harry snapped out of his craze. He sank to his knees in front of them letting out great racking sobs. Hermione lifted him and lead him into the tent and bade him to lie down. He clung to her and she whispered words of comfort.
"I killed them," he cried against her shoulder, "I am as bad as Voldemort."
She soothed him rubbing his back.
"Sometimes it is not our choice to make," she said softly.
Evan awoke his eyes full of tears and his throat raw. The first face he saw was the face of Albus Dumbledore. He smiled at him kindly.
"Miss Evans will be happy to know you have awakened," he said far too cheerfully for the current situation.
Evan's eyes scanned his surroundings and he winced. All he saw was white and the smell of potions hung in the air, a hospital then.
"May I ask what happened?" Dumbledore said gently his eyes surveying me cautiously.
Evan shuddered back unconsciously trying to forget the memory.
"I remembered," he whispered hoarsely.
"And your life was not to your liking," Dumbledore said leaning forward as if this matter was the only thing that mattered in the world.
"No," Evan said placing his head in his hand, "there was this woman..."
"A woman can do great things in a man's life," Dumbledore said with a twinkle in his eye.
Evan blushed, but shook his head fervently.
"It wasn't like that. She was like a sister, except perhaps even closer. It was only one memory, but we were attacked. And I killed them, I killed them all. They were dead and I killed them."
"Was it your first kill?" Dumbledore asked plainly.
"I don't know. But I think so," he said, "I don't know what I would have done without her. And I feel that now I am perhaps lost with out her."
Dumbledore leaned back in his chair.
"There are many that we lose over the course of our life."
"This is different," he cried, "she could be out there alive. Waiting for me, while I waist my time in this stupid school. What's worse is there could be others that could be as close to me that I have forgotten."
Dumbledore looked solemnly at him from behind his half-moon spectacles.
"Perhaps," he said softly, "It is your curse, and it is a burden you must learn to bear. I can ask only that you make new friends here, I'm sure your old ones would not begrudge you that."
Evan sighed and rubbed his temples working them with your hands.
"Perhaps, sir. They will come find me."
Dumbledore looked at him with age old eyes. He stood gathering his cloak around him.
"I wouldn't count on it."