A/N: I told you guys you were going to be shocked, this chapter. I was right, ne?

Warnings: This story contains slash, as in male x male relationships. Don't like, click the back button. Don't waste your time and mine by flaming.

Disclaimer: Harry Potter isn't mine. Any and all OC's are.

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Tergum Vicis

Chapter 3: A New Life, Literally

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"Harry! Are you up yet?" a female voice called from downstairs.

The boy known as Harry groaned, and slowly opened his emerald green eyes. His vision was blurry, and he was still half-asleep. But he was instantly wide awake when he saw his room.

This definitely wasn't the spare room at the Dursleys Number 4 Privet Drive.

The walls were painted a nice red, and on the walls moving pictures of what Harry presumed to be his favorite quidditch teams were all around the room, as well as a few pictures of him and...

...his parents?

Harry instantly sprang out of bed in his pajamas, over to the picture he saw on the desk. It definitely wasn't of him as an infant, and his parents were holding him. He guessed he was about nine years old in this picture, holding his mother Lily's hand while James had his arm wrapped around Lily.

More surprising enough, next to that picture was one of him and Sirius. As he gazed at the picture, he figured he must have been five years old when it was taken. He was on top of Sirius's shoulders, looking like he was having a good time. Sirius himself was grinning, looking a lot different than Harry had known him.

Harry blinked as he took in these two pictures. His mind was zooming around in thought, so many questions in his mind going unanswered.

Hermione...Ron....Dumbledore...

His eyes widened. Dumbledore!

Of course. He remembered that Dumbledore had given him the chance to go back in the past and save his family, along with Sirius, from Voldemort. But then, if he was seeing these pictures, his plan must have succeeded.

Another thing was on the wall that Harry now noticed. It was a newspaper article. A big picture of Little Harry, James and Lily, were all inside it. Lily was crying, though he wasn't sure if it was happy or sad tears, and James was holding him. He was an infant in this picture. The date on it read, November 2nd, 1981. That would have been a few days after his parents murder...

HARRY POTTER, SAVIOR OF THE WIZARDING WORLD

"It's been only two days ago that the Wizarding World was saved from one of the world's most powerful Dark Wizards. And who would've thought, that the defeat of the Dark Lord, be brought by the hands of an infant?"

Harry blinked as he read on. He could only assume that they said the infant was behind it, because saying that his future self defeated Voldemort would of probably landed them in St. Mungo's.

"He was amazing, my baby was," Lily said with tears in her eyes, according to the Daily Prophet. "When You-Know-Who shot the killing curse right at him, the spell somehow bounced back off him and it hit him instead, killing him. I'm so proud of my baby."

We all are. Thank you for saving us, Harry Potter."

At the bottom of that was a picture of Voldemort's dead body. He stared at it for a few moments, registering all this information in his mind.

His plan worked.

His parents, even Sirius were saved.

But... but...what did that mean for him?

He looked around, trying to find any pictures of him and Ron, him and Hermione, or any other Weasleys. Or any of his friends from Hogwarts, really. He just wanted to see one.

But there wasn't any.

Harry looked down, now realizing what saving his parents and Sirius cost him.

His friends...they were gone.

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Lily Potter frowned. Harry was usually up around now, so why wasn't he? It was nearing 10 o' clock.

"Harry! Are you up yet?" she called. When she received no answer, her frown deepened and she started walking up the stairs.

She slowly opened the door to his room a bit, and found him sitting on the edge of his bed, staring at the newspaper article that said he defeated Voldemort. She watched him for a few minutes, trying to figure out what might be on his mind as he watched that particular news article. She then noticed his eyes wander to the picture of him and Sirius.

She frowned. Something was on her son's mind, something was troubling him.

"Harry?" Lily spoke softly, peering into the room. She saw him jump, startled only slightly, and turned around, half-expecting to see Aunt Petunia glaring at him and yelling at him to get up and make breakfast, but to not burn the bacon.

Instead he was met with a pair of emerald green eyes that matched his own, that belonged to a woman with fiery red hair. She wore a white sweat shirt and jeans, it was rather cold in and outside of the house.

He wasn't exactly sure how to address her. He hadn't had parents, someone to call mum or dad in fifteen years. He shook his head and merely put on a small smile.

"Breakfast is ready, dear," Lily said with a smile. "Come down when you're ready."

Harry nodded, and she shut the door behind her as she left, heading back downstairs. Harry heard her footsteps retreating downstairs, and sighed, putting his face in his hands.

Just how many surprises was he going to get today?

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A/N: Sorry for the slightly short chapter, I'm rather tired. Next one might hopefully be longer. Enjoy and review. Thank you. I thank you for the reviews so far!