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The first time Tobirama Senju saw the world he was in his mother's warm embrace, his older brother peering happily at him, his father's stern, cold face crinkled around the eyes a little. Again he woke to the rush of a battle, reincarnated with his own technique by Orochimaru to kill his student. Yet again reborn to fight in the 4th Shinobi War against Madara along with his older brother, Hashirama, his student and protégée Hiruzen Sarutobi and the Yondaime, a young blond-haired man who had perfected his Hiraishin, Minato Namikaze.

The next time he woke up he didn't have his mother, with her soft white hair and the same dark red eyes as him or Hashirama's trees towering protectively over him, nor to the roar of a battle. He didn't wake up to his family, nor to the Edo Tensei instead, he woke to the face of a smiling, young, red-haired woman with bright emerald colored eyes and a crying infant nestled next to him with tufts of black hair and squinted green eyes, the same color of the woman's own almond-shaped eyes.

Tobirama had never thought of the consequences of Edo Tensei when he first invented it in a desperate hope to reincarnate his little brothers, Itama and Kawarama. He had hoped with an intense, desperate longing to see his little brothers one last time, to see Kawarama's mischievous bright smile, Itama's soft kindness that his father had done his best to stamp out. But he had needed their body's and they had long since been gone, the coffins where their young child bodies lay destroyed long ago in the war against the Uchiha.

So when he was reincarnated not once but twice he had thought that it was just downside of inventing such a technique. But reborn entirely? Tobirama did not know what to think for once. To live his life all over again, to start anew, to live his childhood, go through ups and downs without his rock, his steady older brother who was always there when Tobirama needed him, however idiotic and childish he may have acted.

Lily Potter gave birth to two small twin boys at the end of July 1980 on a dark, indigo colored night. The first baby was named Tobias, a sudden inspiration that they hadn't thought of, a quiet intelligent child with the rare Metamorphmagus. His never quite one color hair flitting from dark crimson to the palest ice blue. The other boy, slightly younger by two minutes, was a happy, energetic black-haired boy who fell in love with his toy broomstick the moment Sirius gave it to him. They named him Harry.

His new mother, the pretty red-head, was kind and cared for Tobirama and his new black-haired brother with a sort of warm compassion. The way his mother had never even tried. His new father had messy jet black hair and bright hazel eyes behind dirty glasses. They called themselves "Mom and Dad." instead of "Kaa-san and Tou-san". They called each other 'Lily' and 'James' and sometimes 'Prongs'. They called him Tobias, so like his original name.

There was a cat named 'Ebony' with black soft fur and eyes the color of quicksilver who snuggled up to them. His 'Dad' had a stick that made sparks of beautiful colors, chakra he had first thought but no something else, something quite different. His new brother, 'Harry' laughed and gurgled like baby's do and his 'Mom' had smiled at them in love, happiness in... a feeling Tobirama was not familiar with. His own mother had never looked at Tobirama or his siblings in love. Nor had his father. After all, in the Era Tobirama had grown up in, a shinobi does not show his or her feelings in any situation, even between family members.

He spent the first year of his life in happiness. Every need was provided in an instance, if not a few minutes. He never went hungry, thirsty or cold. There was a kind of power his new family used but wasn't chakra. It had a kind of warmer feel to it than the icy cold whirlwind mess he recognized as the sticky powerful energy shinobis used back in his original life, or as he had taken to calling it, the Before.

Sometimes a man with long black hair, blue eyes and a crooked grin came to the small, cozy cottage who was called Sirius or sometimes Padfoot. He was Harry's Godfather just as the young man who smelt of wolves with light brown hair and warm eyes that were shadowed with lack of sleep, that was called either Moony or Remus was his.

But other than them, Tobirama found it curious that they never left the safe confines of their home, nor did anyone else come in.

Tobirama did not have to wait long to for his curiosity to be sated. The night of October 31, 1981, was the night Tobirama's perfect new world shattered like glass. Whispers of a man named Voldemort had brushed Tobirama's ears many times. But when the front door slammed open and he saw the man… no monster he was not prepared for what happened next. He watched as James ran to the entryway shouting that he would protect them, not to worry they would be fine. Unaware that his wand lay strewn carelessly, forgotten on the couch. He never saw his wife die with her silent scream, her plea for her children to live, never saw the jet of bright green light, the same color as his wife and children's eyes, hit her. James never saw Voldemort turn his wand on his youngest son, the son with dark hair and a wide easy smile. A silent curse, an invisible protection, a spell rebounding on its caster, the scream and the deathly silence that followed.

Author's Note

Hello. This, obviously, is my first attempt at writing anything. I will try to make the chapters longer and update roughly every week or two. Question: Should Tobirama have chakra or just magic? Please review. Constructive criticism is helpful and greatly appreciated but please no flames. Thanks.