This story is sort-of a hodge-podge of ideas I got from other stories. I can't list them all because I may give away too much of the plot. Anyways, enjoy!
It had been six years since Voldemort's defeat in the Battle of Hogwarts. It was now an era of peace and reconstruction though once every few months there was a Death Eater sympathizer who caused some trouble. Usually it was a drunk showing up in the Ministry of Magic or in the idle of Diagon Alley yelling and screaming about the repeal of a random law which discriminated against anyone who wasn't a pure-blood. Every now and then, it was something more serious like a poisoned letter sent to the Minister of Magic, Kingsley Shacklebolt.
Despite these incidents, Harry Potter was glad the war was over. Both he and Ron Weasley had become Aurors. He had married his friend Ron's sister Ginny in May of 2004 and the two had just returned from their honeymoon when he and Ron got an assignment from the head of the Auror Office.
"Doesn't exactly look like anything illegal is going on in there," Ron commented quietly as he and Harry investigated the report about possible dark magic being performed in a cottage in the countryside that was presumed uninhabited.
"Remember Voldemort hid in the Riddle Manor for who knows how long before he got a better body," Harry replied.
"Let's see if this isn't another false alarm," Harry suggested and they approached the front door of the cottage. Harry motioned quietly and Ron put out his hand to grasp the doorknob. Much to Harry's surprise, the door wasn't even locked. Upon walking they saw a man who appeared to be about thirty years old in the front room who that was stirring a cauldron filled with a brown liquid. Burlap sacks filled with sand stood on the floor near the man. The table nearby was covered in various items that looked suspiciously like parts for making Time Turners.
The man saw Harry and Ron and tried to make a run for it. Ron, being closest to the man when they entered the house, managed to tackle him but not before knocking over the cauldron creating a large spill. Harry, while helping Ron keep the man from escaping, accidentally tore a bag of sand open. Some of the sand managed to mix with the spilled potion, causing the man to shout.
"Idiots!" shouted the man as he saw the sand and potion mix together. "We've got to get out of here! The potion is an unfinished Sands of Time potion! If it mixes with the sand at this stage... argh! Just don't touch it!"
'What are you talking about you fool?" Ron didn't get any further because Harry suddenly screamed in agony, the potion soaking through Harry's trouser leg and making contact with his skin, setting his nerves on fire.
Harry felt extreme pain as if every nerve in his body was on fire. Harry swore he heard the sound of Ginny screaming as he passed out yelling in agony. It seemed like an eternity before he came around again. When he did, what he saw shocked him. It was his mother Lily though she seemed huge for some odd reason.
"Oh Harry!" Lily exclaimed. "You had us all worried! My poor baby!" Lily picked him up, holding him tightly to her body. Harry looked around to figure out where he was and what was going on. He was very confused as one moment he was with Ron in a cottage investigating dark magic and now he was being held by his mother who had died when he was a year old. He looked around and saw he was in the hospital wing at Hogwarts. His parents, Professor Dumbledore, and Madam Pomfrey were there with him. Madam Pomfrey looked younger for some reason.
"I still don't know what exactly caused his magic core to destabilize like that and for him to pass out," Madam Pomfrey said, shaking her head. "It was good thing you were in Hogsmeade and I was here getting ready for the school year because it would have been too long a wait at St. Mungo's and he may have died while waiting to see a healer." Madam Pomfrey looked relived as she gazed at Harry.
"Will Harry be all right?" asked James frantically. "He hasn't lost his magic or anything? Not that I care. I'm just glad he's alive..." Concern was etched into James's features as he reached out to stroke his son's hair.
"Well, a couple pieces of his magical core did break off but his core will make a full recovery," Madam Pomfrey assured James. "He won't be a Squib. In fact, he may start having accidental magic. The bindings between his magical core and his soul are as strong as that of an adult but his core is nowhere near mature enough for him to do anything reliably..." Madam Pomfrey informed trailing off in thought.
Harry noticed James's eyes were suspicious casting their gaze at the Headmaster. It was then Harry started figure out what happened. He had come into contact with the incomplete Sands of Time potion.
He remembered when he had been recruited by Minister Shacklebolt as an Auror less than a day after the Battle of Hogwarts. One of the first assignments given to the junior level Aurors was to go around to every apothecary in Knockturn Alley and make sure none of them were selling any of the more hard to obtain ingredients for the potion used to make Time Turners. From what he learned about the potion, it was extremely dangerous to make. The slightest mistake and the results could be unpredictable. If sand, which was the last ingredient, was added too soon, the results would always be some form of time travel.
He concluded his soul must have been sent back in time but he didn't know exactly how far back he went. It was obviously sometime in late August otherwise Madam Pomfrey wouldn't be getting ready for the school year. The fact his parents were alive narrow down what year it was. It was either 1980 or 1981 but he had no way of determining that at the moment.
Shortly after leaving Hogwarts, Ginny was offered a role as chaser in the Holyhead Harpies which she gladly accepted. She was about to use the Floo to get to the stadium when she felt excruciating pain. She felt as if she was hit with a few torture curses at the same time. She screamed in pain before passing out.
When she came around, she found herself on a bed with transparent "walls" in a sterile looking room. She looked around and saw her parents talking with a woman. Ginny didn't know if it was her imagination or not but her parents looked younger. Wanting to know what happened to her, she listened intently to the conversation her parents were having with the woman.
"Your daughter is going to make a full recovery though we don't have an explanation for what happened and I don't like that," the woman informed Ginny's parents.
"I hope it doesn't happen again... I've never felt so helpless... Her crying in pain and couldn't figure out what was wrong and her passing out like that... I don't want to lose my baby girl..." replied Molly.
"You almost did," the woman said gravely. "Another minute or so or we wouldn't have been able to save her. There may be one side effect of this incident. She might start having accidental magic. The bindings her soul has with her magic core are like that of an adult though her core is not ready to perform magic. I pity you if she gets into a bad mood..."
"Our oldest three all started doing magic when they were four so we're prepared for any tantrums," Ginny's father Arthur said confusing Ginny. She suddenly realized she was a baby.
'What exactly is going on here?' Ginny wondered.
"I don't know why, but I just know Albus is behind what happened to Harry," James insisted. "He was in the same room as us and you left Harry unattended for less than a minute Lily..." James sighed as Harry flew circles just above the floor of the Potter cottage living room on a toy broom. In the previous few hours, Harry learned it was August thirty-first, 1981 from a quick glance of the calendar in the kitchen. Harry wished he could do something to save his parents if he was going to be stuck in the past. As one year old, there wasn't much he could do other than to hope his accidental magic killed Voldemort and that the events of the next couple of months unfolded differently, if he was lucky.
"The only person who would believe us is Aberforth because he saw Albus and Grindelwald doing experiments on each other to improve their magic," Lily replied. "If it wasn't for Aberforth saying that there is a prophecy that could mean Harry is the only one that will be able to defeat Voldemort that some Death Eater overheard part of, I would say Albus made up the danger Harry is in is something after what happened today. I'm sure he believes he risked Harry's life today for 'The Greater Good'. I hope when the twins are born, we'll be able to keep them secret until after this war is over."
"I hope so too," James mused. "It's just so creepy how he is with Harry and Neville. I haven't seen him around any small children, let alone babies, to know if acting all grandfatherly is a way to get the two boys the prophecy... It could be about getting them to have this unconditional trust in him or that he just likes children. If it's the former, keeping the twins from him for as long as possible is the best thing. I don't want any child of mine to be sacrificed for 'The Greater Good'." James shook his head.
Harry was listening to his parents' conversation. He knew at least his mother knew about Dumbledore and Grindelwald's brief friendship from the letter Harry discovered while hiding from Voldemort and the Death Eaters when he was seventeen, but he had had no idea that his parents didn't trust Dumbledore because of it. It could explain why they not only turned down Dumbledore's offer to be their Secret Keeper, but also why they had not told anyone who the real Secret Keeper was.
What did catch him by surprise, however, was them talking about twins. Harry thought he was an only child. Assuming they were ever born, did his parents send them away and never told anyone, like how they never told anyone that Pettigrew was their Secret Keeper? Harry wanted to know. Just then Sirius Black walked into the room. Harry managed to figure out how to stop the broom and got off to keep from getting more dizzy from going around in circles in a such a small area.
"Invited yourself in again?" James asked Sirius. Before Sirius could respond something startled Lily.
"James, I think my water broke," Lily said, sounding panicked. Harry got confused. His mother didn't look pregnant. As he thought about it, the only pictures he ever saw of his mother being pregnant were when she was pregnant with him.
'Did she wear some kind of clothing that was charmed to hide the pregnancy from others?' Harry wondered.
"Lily, the twins aren't due until late October! It's too soon!" James replied shocked.
"You'd better get Lily to that hospital soon," Sirius said. "The same thing happened to my cousin after she had Dora. She and Ted waited too long and they lost the baby when it came out unexpectedly as they came out of the Floo. Go! I'll watch Harry."
In a few moments James and Lily were out the door.
"Looks like you're going to be a big brother a little sooner than expected..." Sirius told Harry as he grabbed a random book from the bookshelf.
A couple of hours later, after entertaining himself with some toy ducks that made a noise when you pulled a string, which was either funny or annoying, Harry couldn't decide, he was just starting to fall asleep on the floor when he heard his father's voice. He looked around and only saw a silver stag in the room.
"Lily had the twins," came James' disembodied voice. "They're are a boy and a girl and are currently in something the Muggles call the intensive care unit. Don't know when we can take them home but they are so tiny... Anyways, according the Muggles here at the hospital, it's a miracle the twins are still alive. Long story and I'll explain it tomorrow."
It was now the dreaded evening Harry had known he would have to have to go through again: Halloween Evening, 1981. Harry had been finding it harder and harder to think like an adult as time went by. He was able to retain enough of his adult reasoning to come to the conclusion that his younger brother and sister were supposed to have died shortly after being born about two months premature.
They had only survived because Harry's core had destabilized earlier that day and small pieces of it got logged inside both his brother and sister (who were named Charlus Henry and Dorea Eleanor, after all four of their grandparents) while in the womb. When they were born, while they had a pulse, they weren't breathing and were put on life support. The Muggle doctors told Harry's parents that Charlus and Dorea were not breathing for too long and that, combined with the fact they were premature, would most likely mean they would have to be on the life support system for the rest of their lives. Being unable to take the twins to St. Mungo's without killing them, Harry's parents made the difficult decision to disconnect the life support.
Much to everyone's surprise, the twins started breathing on their own. James was curious about the role the twins' magical ability played in their survival. Carefully, so he didn't alert the Muggles, he used a spell his mother taught him while he was learning to be an Animagus. The spell was designed to give the status of a person's magical core and James hurriedly cast it on the twins. Like Harry's had been, both of their magical cores were slightly larger than normal but dangerously weak. James deduced that the strength to survive was coming from the two pieces of Harry's core that had detached from his own core during the incident on the day the twins were born.
Harry didn't care if he didn't understand what his father said. He was just happy he had a brother and sister that were going to be fine. He just hoped he would get the chance to know them since with the exception of the Muggle doctors and nurses and his parents, the only one as far as Harry could tell that knew about them, was Sirius. If his parents died and Sirius got sent to Azkaban like before, Harry felt it would be a miracle if he would see Charlus and Dorea. However, that was the least of Harry's concerns at the moment. All he cared about was grabbing an orange puffy cloud that came out of his father's wand. A few more puffy clouds came out of the wand. Lily walked into the room and Harry realized Voldemort was going to show up at any moment. He needed to do something to at least save his father but what could he do? He held back crying as his mother carried him up the stairs
"James? Lily? Can you come to my office for a moment?" Harry barely heard Dumbledore's voice.
"Lily's putting Harry to sleep. Is it all right Lily stays here? LILY! I'M GOING OVER TO HOGWARTS!" James shouted from the living room. Harry assumed the conversation of being done through the Floo. If that was the case, he just hoped James got to Dumbledore's office before Voldemort came through the door.
"Albus, I think there's a disillusioned person in the room with me... I just saw a distortion move in front of me as I was about to go through." James added a few moments later. Just then, there was the sound of a door being busted down.
"LILY! IT'S HIM! GRAB HARRY AND RUN! VOLDEMORT JUST CAME THROUGH THE DOOR AND FLOO HAS BEEN CUT OFF!" James yelled as Harry's heart sank.
"AVADA KEDAVRA!" Voldemort yelled.
Harry was in full panic mode. He had just lost his father again and was about to lose his mother again as well. Harry was panicking so much he didn't notice his mother barricading the entrance to the room in a futile attempt to keep Voldemort out. Soon Voldemort was in the room.
"LEAVE MY SON! HE'S JUST A BABY!"
"STEP OUT OF THE WAY SILLY GIRL!"
"NO! TAKE ME INSTEAD!"
"OUT OF THE WAY! AVADA KEDAVRA!"
With the flash of green light, his mother died and Voldemort's wand was now pointing right at Harry. Harry saw his life going in front of his eyes as he worried about what would happen if the moment had changed too differently from the first time around and he had no protection. He just wished he could at least cast a disarming spell. Just then a red spell came out of his hand and hit Voldemort, sending Voldemort's wand flying across the room.
"Impressive. Most impressive. If it was for a certain prophecy, I would see to it that you be trained to be one of my Death Eaters..." Voldemort said in a very creepy way as he picked up his wand. "But sadly, I have no choice but to kill you. AVADA KEDAVRA!"
Harry felt like he was seeing Voldemort's death during what became known as the Battle of Hogwarts all over again. Voldemort's wand flew out of his hand, flipped around so it now pointed at him, and discharged its spell as it landed in Harry's hand. Voldemort's face was one of pure horror as the killing curse hit him, producing an explosion that took out a lot of the room. Harry was glad he was on the floor or he may have been blasted out of the room and fallen one storey to the ground.
Harry looked up at a black cloud that was making an unearthly sound which was all that was left of Voldemort. The cloud flew around in a circle a couple of times before flying off. But not before a piece of him broke away and headed straight for Harry. Harry, knowing what it was, tried to get out of the way but couldn't. He felt a great pain as it hit his forehead. Harry cried his eyes out. He was now not only an orphan once again, but a Horcrux as well.
Harry thought he heard an unfamiliar man's voice nearby say something about things being different over Hagrid wailing over James' body. Dumbledore apparently had just come to the cottage as well and told Hagrid they needed to find Lily and Harry. In a few moments, Dumbledore and Hagrid were in the room Harry was in or rather what was left of it.
"NOT LILY AS WELL! THAT MONSTER!" Hagrid cried.
"Harry is hurt but still alive," Dumbledore said looking at Harry. Dumbledore came closer to Harry.
"Don't worry. You're safe now," Dumbledore reassured Harry as he waved a wand around Harry.
"Incredible... If my readings are correct, it would seem that Lily put a powerful blood protection charm on Harry. I wonder..." Dumbledore told a slightly calmer Hagrid just as he noticed Voldemort's wand which Harry was still holding. Dumbledore pointed his wand at it and a ghostly image of Voldemort came out of Voldemort's wand.
"Looks like Harry had some rather impressive accidental magic," Dumbledore chuckled. "I believe Harry had a bout of magic that disarmed Voldemort resulting in the wand recognizing Harry as its true master. Voldemort obviously picked up his wand and tried to kill Harry but since his wand recognized Harry as its owner, refused to kill him causing it to backfire on Voldemort."
"Wha?" Hagrid asked in between sobs.
"It's rather complicated Hagrid," Dumbledore said as he picked up Harry and handed him to Hagrid. "I'll give a full explanation tomorrow. In the mean time, take Harry to Little Whinging, number four Privet Drive if I correctly recall the address on the letter she sent to me, asking me to help protect her family after her parents were killed by Death Eaters." Dumbledore picked Harry up and handed him to Hagrid.
"Harry, can you give me your wand so I can keep it safe?" Dumbledore asked Harry. Harry, knowing his aunt and uncle wouldn't allow a wand in their house, gave it to Dumbledore, who left with a pop after saying he had to go to the Ministry to file a report of what had happened. Hagrid carried Harry down the stairs and out and out the front door or the cottage only to find a very upset Sirius. Sirius, as before, demanded Hagrid give Harry to him. Hagrid said he had orders from Dumbledore to take Harry to the Dursleys', resulting in Sirius lending Hagrid his bike. Harry wasn't looking forward to another ten years with his relatives and made it clear that he was not at all happy, by crying until he fell asleep flying over Bristol.
Chapter End Notes:
There it is. Chapter 1 of that plot bunny I mentioned in my notes for chapter 24 of "Harry Potter and the Splitting Curse".
I would like to give a big thanks to Darkarma, Kezzabear and starludev for helping me out with this story. The next chapter will be posted soon since I have about 6.9 chapters already written at the time I am submitting this. Some of you probably read the parts I have posted on and on my website. If you have, please don't spoil what happens to those who haven't by mentioning things in reviews. Anyways, reviews please!