When Voldemort returns from the dead, the Order of the Phoenix makes drastic measures to ensure the lives of the Potter family. So, with Albus Dumbledore's guidance, they summon a hero from across the multiverse to save them. They weren't expecting a foul mouthed, Dark Lord slaying, monster befriending wizard to be revealed and they definitely didn't expect it to be little Harry Potter, murdered by Lord Voldemort on that dreadful Halloween night all those years ago.

WARNINGS: Good! Peter; Good! Riddle; Evil! Malfoys

Chapter One: The Ritual

On a cool night in the midst of what was meant to be a fun summer for the Marauder Brood, a group of wizards and witches appeared with a mission in hand. Led by an ancient wizard wearing surprisingly tame robes (although dark purple robes with dancing moons was still quite bizarre) and an older gentleman with dark hair and scorching brown eyes, they began to make up a ritual circle.

Now this… this was illegal. What this group of desperate warriors were about to do could get them sent to a terrible prison for many, many years. In fact, their entire lives. Quite simply, however, they did not care.

"The runes have to be precise, you great idiot!" A tall man with slicked black hair and billowing black robes hissed to another black-haired man, this one with wild hair and round glasses.

"I'm well aware, Sev," James Potter said with a scowl to his friend.

They'd been friends for years, since the Hogwarts train when Lily Evans (James' beautiful wife) had happily introduced herself and a young and abused Severus Snape to himself, Peter Pettigrew, Remus Lupin and Sirius Black. They'd been inseparable even with Lily headed off to Ravenclaw and Severus in Slytherin.

"Enough," The dark-haired man muttered as he walked past them. "There is enough fighting outside of our circle."

"Yes, sir." Severus and James said at the same time, smiling faintly when they did before returning to the task at hand.

Thomas Marvolo Dumbledore turned away, brown eyes glinting across the courtyard. Slytherin Castle was the perfect place to do their illegal deeds and it felt right considering Voldemort had tried for years to gain access to what rightly belonged to Tom.

"Not long now, son," His father, in all but blood, appeared next to him with worried eyes and a frown on his face that looked wrong. Albus Dumbledore was the greatest wizard in all the world and if he was worried then trouble surely was stirring.

"You think this will work, Father?" Tom asked softly, heart tearing at the sight of Alice Longbottom and Lily Potter working furiously. Charlie Potter had nearly died due to Lord Voldemort's resurrection mere weeks before and rumor was that he intended to go after brave Neville Longbottom afterwards.

"It must," Albus whispered, twinkle lost from his eye. "It must."

They worked hard until it neared midnight. When it hit ten to midnight, they all hurried and dressed in white cloaks with bloody runes on their foreheads.

"Everyone, gather round," Albus Dumbledore commanded. "Around the circle. Yes, yes, thank you everyone for coming." His eyes were serious and hard. "We all know the truth that young Charlie brought back from the graveyard. Voldemort is back. He killed Cedric Diggory, a young man who had a long and successful life in front of him. He's killed our friends and family… my daughter-in-law," Tom looked away, not able to meet his fellow Order member's eyes, "Marlene Mckinnon and her family…young Harry."

Lily gave a choked cry and James squeezed her hand tightly.

"Our spy claims that Voldemort intends to destroy the Potter family-" Albus continued, eyes drifting across the group, "Before he tries to end young Neville's life. That cannot happen." For a moment, the senile Headmaster was gone and replaced with the man who defeated Grindelwald and let Europe to freedom. "Today, we summon a hero. One that can face Voldemort and destroy him for good. Remember the chant! It's about intent! Intent to save lives, intent to live freely without fear! Remember our fallen comrades, our children, our parents! Let. Us. BEGIN!"

And so, they did.

Tom shut his eyes and chanted angrily, rage in his body as he remembered Clarissa Dumbledore nee Bones, his loyal Hufflepuff wife. Struck down by the killing curse for standing with the Dumbledores. He remembered her singing in the morning, how she made him dance in the rain with her, how lovely she looked when she was pregnant with their beautiful daughter, Delphi Dumbledore. He remembered and he raged.

Sirius stared boldly and chanted with pain. His fault, he thought, his fault! If only he had been a stronger Secret-Keeper, then Voldemort wouldn't have been able to break the wards with sheer power. He should've protected his pup, his sweet godson. Harry was everything to him, Sirius thought painfully. So, he remembered, and he was filled with pain.

Lily lifted her eyes to the sky and chanted with grief. That monster stole her son, her first baby and her second love. Harry was a good baby, sweet and quiet. He loved dancing with his mother until James swept Harry away and pretended to make the happy boy fly faster and faster. She should've been struck down but that awful wizard simply stupified her, to make the loss even more painful he had said. Every day she lived with the pain that her boy loved them so much that he struck down Voldemort and died with the consequences. Lily remembered and she cried.

Alice clicked her jaw and chanted bravely. Neville's life was on the line. Her son, her brave and beautiful boy who was the last connection to her Frank. She wouldn't stop. Nobody, not even that snake-like bastard would stop her from protecting Neville. He took everything from her. Her dear mother-in-law (who may have been hardheaded, but she loved Alice), her wonderful husband, her sweet godson who didn't have enough time to grow up. No, Voldemort would die, and he would die painfully. Alice remembered and she was filled with bravery.

Severus clenched his fists and chanted coldly. Once upon a time, he had been another brainwashed follower of Voldemort, nearly taken away by Narcissa Black's silver tongue and saved by his dear friends from a life of servitude. It was by Voldemort's hand that his mother passed, her blood still burning by the time he had reached her. It was James and Lily Potter who had saved him, who helped him regain his mother's fortune and become the Lord Prince that he was today. It was Lily that introduced him to her shy muggleborn friend that would become his wife, Lady Maggie Prince. Voldemort took his nephew. He would take no other. Severus remembered and he did so without mercy.

Memories filled the circle, the blood-filled lines turned silver with magic. It wasn't just the Marauder Brood that had lost. Molly Weasley had lost her big brothers to the war, brave and funny Fabian and Gideon Prewitt. Mad Eye Moody lost his wonderful wife, innocent Lila Moody, to Nicholas Nott all those years ago. More and more memories flooded the circle, with the intent to save lives and destroy evil.

The universe deemed it…enough.

BOOM!

The circle exploded outward, sending the members flying back only a few feet. Dust swelled around them, and magic permeated the courtyard thickly. Tom Dumbledore was the first to stand, eyes wide at the tall figure cloaked in magic in the center of the circle.

"Bloody hell!" The figure cried out, stumbling out of the circle. Members of the Order gasped as the powerful ritual circle broke like glass. "Holy shit! That was some ride!"

He stumbled and waved a hand, letting the dust clear easily. The man was tall and thin with wild black hair and piercing green eyes that glanced around behind round glasses. He wore a full dragonhide gear with a long, sweeping cloak, heavy boots and pants and a wand in a holster on his leg.

"My god," Lily whispered. "It can't be-"

Tom didn't blame her. If not for the acid green eyes and the jagged scar on his head, the man could've been a complete replica of James Potter. At her statement, the man whipped his head and began stumbling towards her as if he were drunk.

Maybe he is, Tom wondered when the man bent down to stare at her seriously.

"This might be bloody weird, lady," He said loudly, "But you look EXACTLY like my dead mum. Are you named after flowers too?"

And with that, Harry James Potter faceplanted into her skirt and began snoring very, VERY loudly.