Chapter 1

Natasha coughed so hard that she gasped, thinking she'll upchuck her lungs. Her ears were ringing as if a loud bomb had exploded. As she mentally went over her body to make sure that nothing was broken, Nat heard voices talking about something she couldn't make out. She did heard a motorcycle roar to life and take off after a loud pop of something.

Slowly standing up Natasha realized something was very wrong. One half of the house she was in was blown apart at the seams, and two, the last thing she remembered was seeing Clint's heartbroken face as she sacrificed herself for the universe. Third, this was clearly not her body. It was too soft and too young. She didn't feel like herself. Her muscles ached in ways that Natasha's muscles never did.

In fact, Natasha mused out loud as she looked in astonishment at the dark bruise she had on her left arm, it wasn't even her body. There were scars that were missing and her hands were different, but as she stared at the unknown woman in the mirror she found over the baby changing table, at least she still had red hair and green eyes. A voice behind her interrupted her observations. Natasha swung around and took up a combat stance. She didn't even hear anyone come in.

"Of course, that's not your body. It's mine. And from what I know, dead people don't come back to life. Even by magical means."

Natasha took in the frowning redhead who had the brilliant green eyes of her new body but had a blue glow around her body. If that person was the spirit of the body Nat was inhabiting then she'll be in her early twenties. Very early twenties.

Natasha slightly amused, asked as she eased in a relaxed stance. "What you're a force ghost now?"

"Force ghost?" Lily didn't know that term but it might be a muggle thing. "No I don't know what that is."

"Hum." Natasha didn't answer as she fully took in the destroyed nursery searching for something, which to her shock, made her yearn.

"Where's the boy?" Natasha said, filing away how she knew that she had a son or this body had a son. That's why she was yearning for. Her mothering instincts were screaming at her to find her son.

Lily Evan Potter crossed her arms staring at her body which was strange since it was her voice coming out but everything about it was completely wrong. The woman's stance suggested some sort of training, not Auror but maybe muggle style, her eyes were constantly looking for something.

"Harry isn't here. Hagrid took him at least I heard that much when I was appearing as I am now. I don't know where. I just pray that it wasn't my sister Petunia's house." Lily said as the woman huffed her amusement at the moving pictures and then dismissed them as they exited the destroyed nursery slowing to a stop only at the sight of the unmoving body that was at the bottom of the ruined staircase that led into the cold night.

Natasha felt sadness trying to tear her up instead as she stared at the dark haired man on the floor. 'James.' Her mind whispered as a different dark haired man with the same name flickered through her mind.

"James." Lily voiced, sorrow as tears rolled down her face. She went to push back his hair and her hand went through him. Natasha didn't waste any time and figured out how to get down quickly disregarding the lack of stairs. Even if this body didn't have her training, Natasha still had it.

Natasha squat down and was preparing to fire carry the body down the stairs, ignoring the ache in her muscles. This 'James' deserved better then just being left on the floor. As she went to close his eyes, the body's hand shot up into the air halting her movements towards his shoulders.

Natasha moved backwards, not as fast as she had hoped but moved fast enough to get away if necessary.

Her heart squeezed as she heard this 'James' curse fluidly in Russian. Her James did that on the occasion that they on missions had a rough night and he has to get up early the next morning. James was not a morning person.

If Lily wasn't a ghost she would have died of shock as her husband slowly flickered into existence next to his body who for some reason kept poking his left arm as if it wasn't real once on his feet. "James. How? What?"

James Potter tore his eyes away from his moving body who also responded to the name James to his wife Lily. "I died and what the heck is going on?"

"I would also like that information thank you." The other James was now leaning back against the partly obliterated wall. Arms crossed but his left hand kept moving as if he couldn't believe it was even there. His face was arranged in something that only Natasha recognized. His blank "Winter Soldier" look. It was not a look she liked to be honest, but his eyes were alive which was different.

"But since we" the other James gestured between the glowing blue man and himself, "have the same name, you can call me Bucky or Jamie." James or as he named himself Bucky, face flickered in sad remembrance of an old friend.

This lead to a brief introduction between the Potters and James quipped, the two body hijackers, Natasha Romanoff and James 'Bucky' Barnes.

"I suggest we move before anyone else comes to the house. People usually gather at disaster zones. Please tell me that you can still hot wire a car." Natasha said with a teasing sort of voice as she did something with her hand that Bucky recognized and responded to. The hand signals were from when they worked together and only between them so she knew it was him, not a shape shifter and thankfully he seemed to have his memories back, dark that they were. They'll talk about everything later. Much later. They didn't even know what time period or time of day or night it was. Natasha was just grateful that Bucky knew her somewhat.

Bucky gave her a dry look as the Potters exchanged glances that spoke volumes. "We don't have a car. We have a few brooms or we did. We can do a port-key maybe." Lily said, her eyes narrowing in thought. Her wand was snapped, thanks to that Voldemort. She sighed in relief at seeing James's wand intact just as he spotted it as well.

"There. That's my wand. Lily where is? Oh, great I can't pick it up." James said as his hand went right through it, sad that his wife's beloved wand was gone as she shook her head at his question.

"Great magic. Just what I wanted." Bucky said dryly as he scooped up the wand which to his hand had a slight reaction but, if wands were like the staffs from Middle Earth, he couldn't use this one properly. If he remembered the books properly. It was so strange to feel with his left hand again, but it seemed like with his old body this one was right handed. It was still a shock to hear a different accent then American or peppered with Russian coming out of his and Nat's mouths.

"Nat. Get some knives. I don't feel just completely safe with this wand." Bucky flicked the wand up and down in in his hands alternating, thankful that at least this body had some good reflexes. He vowed to get contacts asap or some magical version. This glasses were something he did not want to get use to. He felt so old and to deal with glasses on to of that, nope. No way.

"Hey. My wand had seen some battles and is well used." Bucky just looked at James and snickered as the women were in the kitchen or what left of it, getting supplies as the men went to the main bedroom to get other supplies with a quick stop in the nursery even if most of it was completely gone. There might be something of use.

James was impressed on how 'Bucky' could maneuver up the stairs or lack of. But he slowed when he came to his bedroom and the ruined nursery, James couldn't get himself to go in, but it seemed that Bucky had some experience with babies as he knew what he had to pack.

James rolled his eyes as he instructed Bucky on what to pack. Thankfully in a expanded backpack that Lily insisted on making in the muggle style. "I meant that wooden stick you muggle." Then at Bucky's confused look James sighed and started to explain what exact a muggle was compared to a magical being or at least the human version.

James stopped talking at the sight of his wife walking towards them and casually flicked a few knives at his body, no Bucky caught with ease then grimace at the condition of them. "How in the world did you never used this steak knife?" Bucky complained as he stole away the two small knifes that made James wonder if Bucky had magic after all. The backpack didn't count.

"Magic." Lily answered as she put a torn towel on the floor. Or Nat did with an identical backpack on.

He turned to Bucky and instructed him in making a port-key as Nat kept watch, eyes flickering everywhere. Lily was on the ground floor doing the same, just in case.

That is after they determined that he did have some magic in him. It was Jame Potter's body but with a different soul in his body, James mentally sighed with relief when a simple 'lumos' spell light up the end of the wand, much fainter then his own magic, but still Bucky's soul and himself had magic enough to interact with his own magic.

James even dead was getting a headache with all this stuff. They settled on a grove of trees near Lily's sister's place, just in case anyone was stupid enough to give their son to her sister.

Just as the port-key went off, and crumbled to dust, a trick that Remus came up with, a crunch was heard outside the house.

It took the neighbors a good half hour to even go into the half annihilated house after Hagrid came and got the Potter boy. It was completely empty of life but black dust particles floating in mid air until it settled down on the pile on the floor. Voldemort's mark still hung over the house.

James and Lily were amazed at the recovery time that Nat and Bucky had at the arrival which took more energy then they usually had. The port-key could only go halfway since they were working with Bucky's magic and James's wand, then it took more time then James and Lily wanted to get another good piece of junk to use as another port-key. The half-way point was surprisingly clean.

Even if Bucky picked up on how to make the port-key quickly in the first place, James privately thought that he had something to do with it since he literally had to hold 'Bucky's' hand to make the first one and his magical energy helped speed on the process as his wand recognized his magical signature.

They even kept their feet unlike James who always fell down. They were two strange muggles. They haven't blinked an eye or even demanded how or why magic existed. Could there be other magic around besides the wizarding world? Either way they needed to get to Harry before they demanded answers.

"What do you suggest? I don't think walking up to you sister's house would be a good thing to do in the middle of the night." Nat suggested as she eyed the boring looking English housing. Cookie cutter houses the lot of them. She was itching to find a computer or even a discarded newspaper. She didn't know exactly what year it was, but judging by the cars parked it was somewhere between the 80's and 90's. She hoped it was the latter. The former had less technology to work with.

A pop made the two spies crouch down and look towards where a strange man was strolling along and making the streetlamps disappear one by one. Lily's eyes widen. What was Dumbledore even doing by her sister's house? If he was here then,

Nat watched as James raced behind his wife as she yelled out angrily, "Dumbledore what in Merlin do you think you're doing? If you hand over my son to my sister I will end you."

Bucky got one line in before the neighborhood was plunged in darkness. "Well at least we know that guy's name. I was going to call him Gandalf."

Nat huffed a laugh.