Disclaimer: I own nothing other than the plot. The original concepts belong to JKR and Warner Brothers. Any concepts brought from other fictions are either coincidental or will be used in their own way, and no plagiarism is meant.

A/n: I'm not sure if anyone noticed why I picked the name for the story the way I did, but it was intentional. Firstly, the rewrite of the story, a revival from a failed plot, but also a revival from death, something both Harry and Voldemort experience. There are other abstract concepts of this later, but those two are the main reasons. It is something to note as some of the chapter titles may have reasoning later that might not make sense at that moment.

A/n 2: So I keep up with reviews, and no, there is no cure for illnesses like dragon pox, it is like a vaccine we have for covid, they help prevent it. Just wanted that to be clear. The other is the Harem idea. No, Harry will not have four wives or anything. At most, I am sitting at two. No, I will not say who, though Ginny is out. Now, onto the story.

Chapter 9: Revelations of History

October 2nd, 1993

Abandoned Classroom, Hogwarts

Harry was in the middle of practicing casting new spells, and at a fast rate. The dueling book he had was pretty extensive, though, Harry recently found out, was written by a Death Eater. That didn't stop him from reading it, but instead encouraged him, as it was letting him learn from his enemies. He wasn't a fool. He knew there were some still out there, and if Riddle returned, they would return to him and be ready to kill for him.

Today's lesson was on the Bone Breaker, Ossis Confractus, and a Piercing Hex, Percutio. The first was good for slowing by injury or even taking an enemy from the fight, though possibly lethal if it hit the head, while the second was something meant to be used on a shield, putting a pinpoint force that causes the shield to collapse. If Harry understood correctly though, it also would mimic a gunshot wound if it hit the person directly.

His grandfather had suggested he perfect each spell, before attempting to use it in a fight. Perfecting being first casting it properly, then casting it silently, then without wand movements. Through trial and error, Harry discovered that any non-transfiguration spell was easier this way, and he was quickly adding spells to the list. At the moment, he had about twenty spells for dueling perfected, and another thirty from school learned that way. Only transfiguration and the levitation charm seemed to give him difficulty, though he was sure he could figure it out soon.

He was practicing casting the bone breaker with speed, when there was a loud crack, causing him to swirl around to the origin of the noise, with the same curse he was practicing about to be cast. Luckily, he stopped himself as Dobby spoke. "Master Harry Potter Sir, Dobby has come to report what he has learned!" The elf was overly excited.

Harry nodded, before gesturing to a desk. Dobby hopped onto it, sitting and dangling his legs from the side. "Dobby hasn't found anything of concern, though the dark floaties make Dobby shiver."

"Dark floaties?" Harry asked.

"The Dementors, Master Harry Potter." Dobby replied, shivering a little at the mention of the floating demons. Harry laughed, liking the name that Dobby had given them.

"Alright, you're doing amazing, Dobby! Is there anything you need, or things you want me to know?"

"Master Harry Potter is so generous to ask if Dobby is ok. Dobby doesn't need or want anything. Nor does he know of anything Master Harry Potter needs to know. Does you want a snack?" The elf asked.

Harry shook his head as the elf popped away, knowing that he had practice shortly for the Slytherin vs Gryffindor match next week. The weather had been unrelenting, and Oliver had been making them practice in it. Though if there was one more practice in this weather, Harry was going to McGonagall. The cold rain and the heavy winds made everyone miserable, and it really wasn't accomplishing anything. Waving his wand, and repairing the wall he had been casting at, he headed down to the pitch for another evening of freezing until he couldn't move anymore.

If only he knew a warming charm…

October 9th, 1993

Great Hall, Hogwarts

Harry was unhappily waiting for the team to be ready to head down to the pitch. It was storming horrendously and the cold of the Dementors made it worse. The only small blessings were the warming charms that Angelina taught him, and the fact that he was finally physically rested. The second was only due to Harry reporting Oliver to McGonagall after the boy had scheduled practice every day before the game.

In the rain. Before Class.

Harry had a bad feeling about the match, but the professors refused to cancel it, citing that there are no cancellation rules unless a team wishes to forfeit. Obviously, that wasn't a choice, so once the twins were done eating, the seven made their way down to the pitch, getting absolutely soaked in the process.

Harry grew frustrated, "Does anyone know a way to stay dry?"

Several heads shook but Katie's voice rang out "maybe a repelling charm would work, at least for our clothes and goggles?"

Several groans were heard that no one had thought of it, considering it was an early third year charm that Harry had learned a few weeks prior. They all casted it on their clothes just before Hooch's whistle blew, and with that, they ran out.

The rain blocked out most of the voices, though cheering could still be heard. It was nearly dark outside from the rain and clouds, and Lee's voice, coming from the announcer, was half drowned out.

Once the whistle blew again, Harry kicked off, hoping this could be an early catch. He knew that if Malfoy saw the snitch first, it was a loss. In these conditions, it'd be hard to catch him. He circled the pitch, focusing on keeping his broom on path and on finding the blasted flying escape artist.

His search was fruitless, as he hadn't seen even the smallest glint. After twenty minutes, he heard the whistle again and landed to find his teammates equally haggard by the storm and winds. While the charms kept their outfits warm and dry, their actual bodies were still subjected to the cold

"Harry, any hope of getting the snitch quick?" Oliver asked.

Shaking his head, he spoke, "I honestly am unsure I can find it. I've got fifteen feet at best of visibility, and with the rain changing directions all of the time, it's making it even harder to find it."

Several sighs were heard, "Do your best, and at least keep Malfoy from finding it. Right now we are up 60-10, but I have no idea how long we can hold that out there." The warning whistle blew, "Just do your best, and everyone, reapply your charms."

A minute later, they were back in the air, and Harry was searching with renewed effort to find the elusive snitch. He rolled to dodge a bludger that had escaped the twins, and pushed forward to the Slytherin end of the pitch. He looked around near the top, before lowering himself to the base of the rings. After seeing nothing, he turned to head towards the Gryffindor side, and as he took off, he saw it floating near the bottom of one of the sets of stands.

Hope flooded through Harry as he dove, watching as it shot forward. The crowd seemed to know what he was doing as the cheering increased. He swerved, or allowed the wind to knock him sideways, as a bludger came at him, missing by inches as he took an upward turn. Harry approached closer to the snitch as he felt the cold get stronger as he surpassed a hundred feet. He saw something move to the side of him, but was focused on one goal. To grab the snitch.

It was only inches away. Another dark object flew past him as the snitch leveled off, attempting to fly straight out but never getting anywhere. Harry's fingers had caught its wing, and after a quick adjustment, it was in his hand firmly. Unfortunately, the few seconds delay on descending back to the ground cost him, as a black-cloaked figure flew close to him.

Hearing the scream in his mind, Harry dove. Rolling to the left to dodge another Dementor. He shot his Cherry wand into his hand, sending a stream of fire from it at another approaching figure. He knew it wouldn't hurt him, but at least the heat would slow them. The rain seemed to thin out as he dove straight down. Dropping blew a hundred feet once more, and now able to see the stands again, he let out a small mental sigh.

A mistake he would later regret.

The little hope that flickered through him died when three more Dementors converged on him. The screaming increased, and just as they got within his reach, he felt his vision twist, and he fell sideways, losing his grip on his broom. He felt his stomach drop just before he succumbed to darkness.

Lily! Run! He betrayed us, He's here!" A male voice, desperate in panic, yelled.

Footsteps were heard as an earthshaking boom echoed through the place, dust rattling into the air. A woman, with the brightest red hair, and bright green eyes ran in through the door, and ignored the baby crying in the crib as she drew a knife.

Cutting her hand on the blade, she flipped up the rug. She knew what anyone would think if they ever saw the blood on the floor, but it would vanish once it had been activated. To her though, it didn't matter. Only the little boy in the crib did.

She spoke in a language that the baby didn't understand. A glow emanated from the place under the rug, before dissipating. Spellfire and shouts rang out, though the baby couldn't hear them well. He watched as his mother covered what was under the rug, and walked to him.

"I'm sorry. This is goodbye, I think. Live well my sweet baby. I love you." She said, kissing the child's head. Tears streamed down her face as she turned around, knowing what was to come.

A resounding scream rang out, before silence descended. Only the crying of the woman and child could be heard. The door blew open with a small gust of wind, revealing an inhuman looking face, surrounded in black cloak. There was silence, as an aura flooded the room.

"Move. You do not need to die. Only the boy does." The voice said smoothly. The woman wasn't fooled though. Death was her only option.

"No. Kill me. Let him live." His mother said firmly, despite the shudder that went through her and the tears on her face.

"Move. You could live. Have another child. You may live if you just move." The voice replied. The woman was shocked, why, the child didn't understand.

"No. You'll have to kill me." She replied.

"Imperio. Move aside." The voice said impatiently.

His mother didn't move. "No. Kill me instead. But let him live."

The darkness of the aura increased as the cloaked figure lost what warmth he had, his voice turning to ice as he hissed out, "If you insist. Avada Kedavra."

The woman screamed as a blinding green light lit the room up. An aura cold and evil emanated as it did, yet disappeared just as quick as it appeared. Once the baby's eyes could focus, he saw his mother laying on the floor, unmoving. He was distracted, as the cloaked figure approached his crib.

"So this is the prophecy child. It is a shame, Harry Potter. I can sense your power already, something on par with most ten year old's, which is shocking, as I hear you are only over a year old. If only things could be different." The figure tutted. The voice was calm, yet had an undernote of anticipation in it.

"Momma?" baby Harry screamed. The child in the crib was panicking. His mother wasn't moving, and the man was scaring him.

"Avada Kedavra." The voice uttered casually.

As the light lit the room up, the carpet glowed a bright red, swirling with gold. The last stage of the ritual Lily Potter used was activated. The room heated, and a power stronger than the dark aura was emanating from the evil man filled the room.

Warmth. Love. Hope.

And with that, a bright golden glow emanated from the child, halting the curse meant to end his life. It lasted but a moment, before the bright green light flew back, and, to the shock of the man, exploded on impact.

The force blew out the entire room behind the evil man, exposing the house to the elements of nature. The dying man let out an inhuman scream as his body was vaporized by the raw magic, causing him to turn into a smoking ghost. The raw magic caused a small portion of the man to break off, following the protection rune engraving itself on the child's head. Fortunately, the force had knocked out little Harry, leaving him unaware of the pain until he awoke.

2 hours later

Hospital Wing, Hogwarts

Harry awoke with a scream, having just witnessed the murder of his family. Of course, that brought the attention to him of everyone currently in the wing, including the quidditch team and his friends, Hermione, Neville, Ron, and Susan.

"Harry! Calm down! You're fine!" Hermione half yelled, the matron already drawing her wand and checking him over.

"Mr. Potter. Once again you end up here. It's a miracle you survived. Eighty feet fall, saved by the Weasley twins slowing you. The ground softened the impact, but without them, you would be in a box instead. 3 sprain, all in your arms, and a dislocated shoulder. All healed." Madam Pomfrey said.

Harry sighed as he fell back onto his pillow. "I also noticed your elevated blood pressure and a high level of adrenaline. Are you feeling alright Mr. Potter?" The matron asked.

Silence descended as Harry sat, lost in thought, before shaking his head. "I'm fine. Just a… nightmare."

After she gave him bedrest orders, and got him food, the matron left, "Where's Oliver?" Harry asked, noticing the man's absence.

"He yelled at the house for attempting to party when you might have died. Then stormed to his room. He was still pleased to find the snitch in your hand though." Katie replied.

"You still…" twin one started.

"Are the best seeker…" twin two continued.

"Hogwarts has ever seen!" Both finished.

Shaking his head, he asked, "Did someone catch my broom? I know I fell off it."

Silence followed as Hermione reached down, "Harry… I'm sorry… it flew into the Whomping Willow…"

Harry stared at the shards laying in a bundle by his knees. His first broom, shredded to pieces. He refused to cry over a broom after what he had seen, despite how difficult it was. If he hadn't had Occlumency, he probably would have.

"Thank you for retrieving what's left of it. What happened after the match?"

"Well Professor Dumbledore did that silver spell, though he made a giant phoenix, and you could feel a lot of happiness coming from it, even from the other side of the pitch. Other silver animals joined it, and all the Dementors left." Ron said.

"Yea, then Professor Snape tried to contest your win, because you were unconscious, but Hooch said it was fair and square. Malfoy was in a foul mood and lost some points when he started yelling about it." Angelina picked up.

Harry sighed. Pleased that nothing bad happened to anyone, before things fell into a normal conversation. Harry was dismissed from the hospital wing at dinner, where he made a quick stop at the dorms for clothes, before heading down. A great number of the school cheered upon seeing him, but he wasn't feeling it, and after eating, he headed back to his bed to clear his mind, before going to sleep.

October 13th, 1993

3rd year Boys Dormitory

Harry had spent a lot of time since the match in his bed, reading books. Malfoy had taken enjoyment of tormenting Harry about his fall, but once reminded that Harry still one, sneered before leaving. Harry was less than pleased at the fact he almost died… again, and had spent time trying to be better. Though bettering himself had slowed since he found his father's journal in his library compartment, and had been reading it. It had two sections to it, one was stories, and the other was spells, potions, and academic notes for being a Marauder.

Harry had laughed at the stories from his first few years, along with the pranks they played and his father's antics against 'Evans', who was his mother. Apparently, despite her 'Responsible attitude' in Beyond, she had a mean streak and a vicious tongue. The academic notes, though, had held his attention just as much.

Though it wasn't until today that he finished the Animagus notes, as something had caught his attention. His father had been a stag, and nicknamed Prongs. Pettigrew had been a common rat, but Sirius, well…

To quote the journal, 'Padfoot probably has the most intimidating form EVER. He is a massive black dog, like three and a half feet tall, longer haired, with these big teeth. Honestly, he looks like a grim, and it is terrifying! And awesome!' His father had written. Sirius Black… The big dog that had followed him from Privet Drive… They were one and the same. Which showed that Sirius wasn't trying to harm him. He was sure that Sirius hadn't betrayed his parents like everyone had said, but now he was certain his adoptive father wasn't trying to kill him.

Now, he only needed to figure out why he was at Hogwarts…

October 18th, 1993

Defense Classroom

It was several days later when Harry was finally able to talk to Remus about what had happened at the match. Remus looked equally hurt about it. "I am sorry to say that the tree was planted because of what I am." He said.

Noticing Harry's frown, he spoke, "The tree was planted during my first year here. There is a tunnel that leads to a place called 'The Shrieking Shack', which I used in order to safely transform. It was before the Wolfsbane Potion, which allowed me to keep my mind during the transformations."

"Where do you stay now?" Harry asked.

"My office, under significant warding. I still do not trust myself, even with the potion. So it is safer to be locked in, however, it is less of a hassle. With the potion, I only need to miss the day of and the day after the moon, as I am sure you noticed." Remus said quietly. "You haven't told your friends about my problem, have you?"

"No, it is not mine to tell, unless I have to tell them." Harry replied, before turning quiet. "I want to learn that charm, the one that stops the Dementors."

Remus sighed, "Why do you need to learn it? It is a spell far above anything you should be learning, and there are others that can protect you." It wasn't that he didn't think Harry could do it, but was afraid to teach him something so magically draining.

"I almost died!" Harry yelled, "And I can't watch that memory again!" He had seen it several times, and only his growing Occlumency had helped keep it from being more present.

Confusion crossed Remus' face, not understanding what could cause Harry so much fear. "It is a draining spell, for a child, possibly dangerously draining. What is worth that risk?"

Turning a slight bit angry, Harry bit out, "I don't care if it drains me trying to learn it. I watched, unconscious from the beings, as I relived the night my parents died. I heard my father die, fighting that monster, I watched as Riddle killed my mother, I watched as he tried to do the same to me. I watched, as my home was obliterated by the spell that failed to end my life."

"I will not watch it again because of those monsters, not if I can help it." He said, the almost calm-toned anger amplified by his eyes glowing an ethereal green, magic both warming and freezing the room.

Remus was frozen still in shock, the hairs on his arms raising due to the magic coursing around him. The wolf in Remus was less intimidated, knowing the child in front of him was powerful, and a major threat, yet it also knew that the child was part of his family, his pack. Remus fought the instinct to immediately go with Harry's request, and only barely won. The wolf had never been this active, not since James had been alive.

"Harry, please take a breath, you are letting your aura flare." Remus asked. Once Harry's eyes had almost returned to a near normal green, still shining slightly, he continued. "I will teach you the spell, you are clearly far more powerful than I thought. However, if you get tired, we will stop and take time for you to rest."

Harry nodded. "When can we start?"

Remus thought out loud, "I'd need another Boggart, and it would take a day or two to move one, so once I find one, I'll let you know, so we can have a practice target. However, for learning the spell, Friday, after dinner."

Nodding, Harry replied, "Then we need to talk now, about where you have been. I don't wish to put it off anymore."

Remus sighed, "After dinner, come back then, and I will tell you. I owe it to you, I suppose." Glancing at his watch, "Harry, you have class in twenty minutes, you should get going, as it is Herbology, and that's a long walk."

Knowing the man was right, Harry left, and started preparing himself for the talk he had wanted since he saw the man on the train.

8:00pm

Defense Professor's Office

"Come in, Harry." Remus said. Harry had yet to knock on the door, and Remus laughed at his stunned expression when he opened the door. "I am a Werewolf, Harry, I could hear you, and smell you."

Laughing at Harry, he gestured to the chair across from his desk. After Harry sat, he slid a bottle of Ogden's Butterbeer across the surface, and any cheerfulness or humor left the room.

"So, you want to know what happened? With me?" Remus asked. Harry nodded, allowing the man to continue.

"Let me start at the beginning." Remus sighed. "I was bitten when I was five. My father had accidentally insulted Fenrir Greyback, who is one of the worst of his kind alive. The full moon following the insult, I was bitten, and to the shock of everyone, survived. Children bitten so young, even younger than twelve, often die from the transformation. It is why there are never other students who attend that are like me, amongst other reasons of course. Your father found out, alongside Sirius Black, and Peter Pettigrew. Our dormmates."

"They became Animagus', unregistered of course, and kept me company during the full moon. It helped keep the wolf calm, and as they were animals, the wolf wasn't interested in harming them." Remus explained.

"Yes, a dog, a stag, and a rat." Harry spoke quietly. Remus' eyes widened in surprise.

"Yes, though I wonder how you know that?" Harry didn't respond. "Well, they were my best friends, along with your mother, Frank Longbottom, and Alice Prewitt, later Longbottom, and later Edgar Bones and Cyrus Greengrass."

Remus took a deep breath, "I had been with the wolves for a few months, keeping tabs on them and reporting what I could to Dumbledore, for his Order of the Phoenix group that fought Voldemort, when Edgar, along with most of his family, died. Cyrus had been pressured into being neutral to protect his family, and it was only weeks later that I got news of the night of Halloween."

"My best friends died, killed because of another, another dead by the betrayer's hand, while the last one in Azkaban for it. I didn't even think about the possibility that you were alive. I was already broken. I went to a backwater town in Germany, and holed myself away there. It wasn't until three years later that news got to me that you were alive. I wrote to Dumbledore about seeing you, but he said you were hidden away, safe, and that I couldn't visit. I understood, and for a time believed it was because of what I am, grief causing my old problems about my issue to return. I didn't come back until a year ago, hoping to meet with you." Remus spoke, a tear running down his cheek.

"I wrote to you, several times actually, but you never responded. I stayed because I found a small job, and I hoped you would eventually respond. I thought you might hate me for leaving, or never visiting, or maybe for what I was. You never did respond, and it wasn't until the train that I heard anything more about you other than what the papers and Dumbledore told me." Remus said quietly.

"Truthfully, you are better than I imagined or heard. Dumbledore made you sound scrawny and quiet, a bit like I was, but truthfully, you are the perfect combination of your parents. Your father's good looks, and good humor, and your mother's fiery temper and righteousness." Remus said.

He fell quiet after that, and both of them sat in thought. Before Harry broke the silence. "I can't forgive you, not yet. I am not saying that there has to be problems between us, I know a lot of it was grief and regret, but you still weren't there." Remus nodded. "But I want you in my life. I don't care what you are, you were family according to my father, that makes you family to me. Just… don't leave again."

"I won't, I promise."

Silence fell, before Harry broke it again. "Do you believe it, the story of what happened with Sirius?" he asked.

Remus frowned. "No, I don't. Sirius was a lot of things, but not an idiot or a murderer. He could have killed Pettigrew without killing innocents, he was a Hitwizard after all, and I doubt that he would have betrayed James and Lily, much less you. You are his godson, though, from how you look, I wouldn't be surprised to find that he blood adopted you. You look too much like him."

Harry's eyes widened, and Remus narrowed his gaze, but chose not to comment. "Be careful, Harry. Though I doubt Sirius is a threat to you, he may be unstable, so please don't endanger yourself."

"I am always careful, Remus. And I am training too, to be better. It's why I want to know the Patronus Charm, to better myself, well, amongst other reasons."

"Now, it is nearly nine, curfew is soon. Head back to the tower and come see me after dinner on friday. We will practice the charm then."

Harry nodded, and before he left, he turned and walked to Remus, hugging the man. "Thank you for being honest with me."

"Of course, and thank you for hearing me out." The man replied, watching Harry leave the room.

Once the child had left, he let out a sigh. The talk had been far more painful, but he would rather not be in Harry's shoes. Remus couldn't imagine what it would be like to watch that night play out.

That wasn't what occupied his thoughts though. He wondered what all Harry was keeping secret. He wasn't dumb, he knew Harry started to panic when he mentioned Sirius possibly having adopted him, but the way Harry asked about Sirius' guilt made Remus wonder if Harry thought Sirius might have been innocent. How though? Sirius was always planned to be the secret keeper, only he could have told Voldemort.

Unless… no, they wouldn't have. James wouldn't have. Would he?