Back Home Nashville USA.

1986

Dumbledore was groaning to himself. How did the blood wards fail? It was impossible he created them himself. Watching the carnage that used to be a family, it reeked death eater.

"Sir, we have found something," yelled an auror respectfully. He followed the auror to see a message on the wall.

Harry Potter is safe, or dead... Long Live Voldemort!

Dumbledore paled at the words. No, he thought. The Greater Good cannot fail. "Is Harry Potter safe?", asked an auror.

"No", he responded grimly," Harry Potter is certainly dead.

Meanwhile...

For Harry Potter, waking up was usually a stressful business. Especially if you risked being attacked by death eaters in your sleep…

What he did not expect was to be tackled. Instantly alert, he grabbed for his wand to realize 3 things. 1. His wand was gone, 2. His attacker was a little girl, and 3. He was a kid. No longer was he the muscular, 37 scarred warrior. He was, 5? 6? The little girl hugged him, and looked at him, brilliant green eyes that reminded Harry of himself and his mother.

"Hello," said the little girl, as though she was doing nothing awkward, like hugging a stranger while he was waking up. "

Hi", responded Harry, still unsure of what to make of this. He heard footsteps, and when his eyes hit the door, he saw a person he would never ever see in flesh ever. She had flaming red hair, a smile which brightened him up, and glowing green eyes which he has only seen on a picture. He was looking at his mother "Sorry about that, Karen was excited that you were going to come," she said kindly," Karen come on, go play downstairs. The girl looked disappointed but she left the room.

She stared at him observingly before continuing to talk.

"Give your mother a hug, I couldn't be prouder of you". Harry did what he was told, still confused about what is going on. "I waited forever to hug my own son. I am so sorry about everything," said Lily, hugging him tightly, as though she never wanted to let go.

"What is going on here", said Harry hoping to get some answers," one moment I was 37 years old, now I am what? 6 years old? Am I dead?"

Lily just looked at him with raised eyebrows. "No you are not dead. You are merely in 1986," she said as though it was normal to be sent back in time.

1986! That meant, if she was saying was true, he traveled back in time and was 6!

"How is this possible," asked Harry his mind, racing," nobody can travel that far back in time." Lily smiled mysteriously before responding.

"What did they say about me?" Harry thought about it.

"Only that you were a brilliant witch", he responded honestly. "I was an unspeakable, and unknown to the public, a pureblood". Harry broke of his mother's arms, confused. Lily Evans Pureblood? And if she was a pureblood, that meant that that he was a "Pureblood," said Lily, finishing the thought

"How is that possible," exclaimed Harry," you're parents are muggles, you have a muggle sister, there is no way you can be pureblood".

"You know nothing about the Evans Harry," answered Lily," and it is time to rectify that. Come with me, and I will explain everything, how you have a sister, how I am alive, and your family".

Lily left the room and Harry decided to follow her. He heard laughing downstairs, most likely more than one person. "Karen playing with her cousins. Your cousins". It was odd how she almost knew everything he was about to ask or say.

They walked through a hall filled with portrait before stopping at a closed door.

"What I will reveal to you will question everything you know," Lily said, while observing the door," I will reveal to you the origins of our family. I will reveal wonders. But I warn you, our family has dabbled into magic both light and dark". She opened the door to reveal 4 statues.

The 4 were arranged into a cross, two starring at each other. Their wands were pointed at the middle, but as Harry observed, what else they were carrying was more interesting. One held a sword on his left arm pointed downwards, while the statue to the left had a diadem on her head. The person across her wore a locket, and the woman on his right held a cup.

"The Founders of Hogwarts, and the Evans family," commented Lily in Glee. Lily's face changed to one of Pride, happiness. "Each of the founders had a child to continue their blood line. However unknown to the world, Rowena and Salazar had a child together. From their union a daughter was born. Godric and Helena also had a son. You should know the name of the son and daughter, the magical world swears by it."

Harry was confused by the statement, but he remembered that almost every single time someone saw his scar they said something about Merlin.

"The Son was merlin, and the daughter was Morgana."

Lily nodded her head. "It seems you inherited my brains. The Evans family was truly formed when Morgana Le Fey and Merlin Emerys married".

"They married?" That was an odd thought, two sworn enemies in love.

"That is how family became as it was, a grey family. But their union came at a cost," spat out Lily, her eyes filled with sorrows.

"Their union of dark and light curses our legacy. Every century one is born with a curse. The curse, as we call it, creates insanity before it changes the afflicted. It makes them evil. The insanity makes one blood-thirsty yet remorseful".

The words sank into Harry. He remembered the insanity he felled at the battle of Hogwarts. "I am afflicted with the curse aren't I?"

Lily eyes were filled with water. "Yes you are. If it had struck you already, but you are holding it back. Voldemort-" she spat that name out as though it was unholy," attack on you slowed it down. That's why I left you there. But I had to get from the Dursley's.

"How are they?", asked Harry. Lily grabbed a newspaper from nowhere. "Read for yourself".

Boy Who Lived Dead or Missing

by Reta Skeeter

Harry Potter, the Boy Who Lived, is of now either dead or missing. In the suspected Death Eater raid, upon the muggle guardians of Harry Potter, leaving a family of 3 dead, traces of the Avada Kadavra and Crucio curses were found, with the addition of the Dark Mark in the sky.

It was confirmed by Albus Dumbledore that there were special wards around the location that failed. Now aurors, and their muggle equivalent are looking for him, but expectations are grim.

But why was Harry living with muggles? Who was behind the attack? Is You-Know-Who Truly back?

More on Death Eaters, Page 2

Harry Potter, Page 3

Harry raised his eyebrows once done reading. "You killed them?"

"They were horrible to you, and they really weren't family", she said without remorse. "And the dark mark was to throw them of the trail," added Lily.

"Come with me Harry, it's time you know your family".

Harry smiled to himself. A second chance, and this time no matter the curse, he will succeed.

A/N Liked it?