Chapter 2

Rebirth

Harry's body has been floating in the darkness for who knows how many time since he was pushed into that Veil by Death. He was numb and comfortable; this place is warm and inviting. He can feel the walls of meat surrounding his tiny forming body and as time pass and he has more access to his limbs, he can't help but kick them, everything was rather peachy. There were no sound except the gentle heartbeats of his mother and his own tiny body.

It was sometime later than suddenly the calmness changed, he can hear the shouts of a woman, indistinct, and suddenly, his world narrowed down to a crushing tube that pushed him out.

The Warmth turned into an unbearable heat as if the nerves of his body were on fire. He feel the weightlessness leave him and in its absence, the sudden feeling of crushing force bore down on his little body, he can see some sort of light shining in the darkness, and it grew, bigger and bigger by each second passing. He can feel his head being screwed in an almost impossible way, his small body being squeezed even more by the walls around him as if to transform him into a mashed thing.

Finally, after what seemed to be forever, the pain in his head and body stopped as he was pushed out.

His vision was encompassed by a blinding amount of light. The light was accompanied by a gust of cold air that settled around his body like an impenetrable blanked making him start to shiver. Harry tried to hold it on, he really tried, but it seems this baby body will not bow to his will as some seconds later a cry ripped out from his throat.

Muffled voices could be heard all around him, but he couldn't quite make out what they were saying for the moment. He squinted his baby eyes open but he can just see blurry figures of giants in muted whites and blues.

Merlin, the sight of a baby, is even worse than what he had in his past life while wearing glasses!

Something fluffy and warm was wrapped around his cold and shivering body some seconds later – a blanket – and the warmth was much appreciated by him even if he wishes he felt less cocooned by it, his cries lessened by each passing second and what stayed were just some hiccups that would find their way through his throat.

He snuggled into the blanket as he hears someone yelling near him;

"..ive… im back… disgusting muggle!" was what he heard as his hearing got a little better.

Hmm, it seems his mother is a witch and not really fond of muggles… that's strange because why would she be in a muggle hospital if that's the case?

After some seconds of yells and people trying to calm her down, the arms surrounding his tiny body moved him toward another pair of arms, and a soothing voice started whispering sweet nothings to him.

Harry looked up with wide eyes toward the woman, trying to have a better look at her. His mother face was drenched in sweat, and she was panting from exertion, her beautiful grey eyes looked around in suspicion as her plump red lips revealed her straight, white teeth. Her skin was white – pale – with delicate high cheekbones which were reddened by the exhaustion.

Long silky black hair framed her beautiful and feminine face.

Harry couldn't help but blink in surprise at what he saw, this woman was beautiful, and if he is right, which seems to be by the way she looks, she has to be a Black or at least a descendant of a Black, which is not difficult as the Wizard World is rather… fan of incest.

A growl seems to come out from her as she looks up at someone – the muggles -. Harry tried to stay awake, but he couldn't hold it anymore, the longer his eyes remained open, the heavier they seemed to feel. Birth is a rather tiring process for both the moment and the child, so he snuggled into the arms of his new mother – he couldn't help but feel excited at the prospect of calling someone mother – letting the darkness sweep him away in the world of dreams as Orpheus arms surround him.

The last thing he thought was that he was going to make Death pay for having him being born – and remember- from that place.

Three Years Later

In London, the sun rises over the horizon illuminating all on his way.

The lights around the city were shut down as people started awakening from their sleep as the light of the sun touched through their windows. In one of those houses, a small toddler not older than three years old whined when the light reached his red cheeks, scowling as he opened his eyes and looked murderously at the offending light.

"Damn sun" he muttered in disgust as he pushed the green layers on his body away, stirring like a cat and moving his tiny legs over the border of his bed. He jumped down from it and walked toward the wardrobe in search of a pair of clean clothes to put on for the day.

He undressed out his green and silver pajama – how Slytherin – and put on a green shirt with black shorts on.

It has been three years since his birth in this universe, and he suffered a lot in the shame part after all he has been forced to breastfeed, and it was horrible, especially the taste, it was worse than usual milk… thankfully his mother used magic for his other needs, and he didn't need to be changed down here.

He has been right about his mother; she is a Black and a pureblood, her name is Lyra Black. At first, he thought he was a half-blood or something like this, and she was expulsed from the house of Black but when he asked her she was furious at the pure thought of him being a half-blood.

No, he is a pureblood, he doesn't care that much, but since his stay in hell his views changed a lot…anyway, he isn't that much of a fan of muggles.

About his father, he doesn't know anything of him, just that he died before Lyra gave birth, which by the way was premature, one month earlier than what he should have been born and the bad luck of his mother was of being surrounded by muggles… she wanted to give birth on her house and not around dirty little muggles – her words - .

His name isn't any more Harry Potter but Alya Black, what a coincidence – not – that this name comes from the constellation Serpens. At first, he thought it was too feminine for a boy and he did tell his mother but the last scolded him for saying something as stupid at that so at the end, he just shrugged.

Alya Black was born 31 August 1980 precisely one month later than The-Boy-Who-Lived, Harry Potter. He is thankful of being born one month earlier because if he hadn't then, he would be forced to wait Harry's second year before joining Hogwarts and where would the fun go if he didn't see Voldyshorts in the back of the head of someone?

By the way, he still remembers the horrified face of his mother when she read in the newspapers that Voldemort was defeated by a toddler, she looked heartbroken by it.

Obviously, he had to be born to a follower of Voldemort, right?

She isn't a death Eater thought, and contrary to what people thought, not a lot of the Black's house joined the Dark Lord, they were followers but not Death Eaters.

He trotted out his room when he smelt the odor of food, walking toward the Kitchen to see Lyra cooking, the woman at first didn't know how to cook but she refused to take in an Elf, so in the end, she decided to learn to cook, thankfully Alya was too young to eat… he shudders by just thinking about that carbon-like food.

When Lyra saw the small toddler walking into the room she smiled sweetly and hugged him;

"How are you, sweetie?" she asked while patting his head before going back to cook the beacon.

Alya was surprised by her way of acting, after all, she is a pureblood, but once they walk out she does put the mask of a pureblood, maybe they are all like this, and in their house, they take out their mask, the probability is high.

Alya yawned while blinking lazily, walked toward the high chair;

"I'm well, mother" he muttered out.

He shifted on his seat while waiting for his mother to finish cooking, this time he may be healthy and well treated but damn, he is still small for his age, and he is sure it has nothing to do with genetic because his mother is a tall, beautiful woman.

He looked down at his tiny hands in thought; he wants to know why they live in the muggle world and about his father… he sniffs at a mystery!

"Sweetie" his mother took him out his thought "Breakfast is ready."

She let the plate of food on the table, sitting next to Alya and looking at him lovingly while he eats his food.

Alya looked at his reflection on the mirror while combing his hair; he doesn't look at all like his past life, the reflection in the mirror has beautiful midnight silky hair that reached his ears, it was easy to comb through it.

His eyes were still the big Avada Kedavra he got when he became MOD though… they were surrounded by long and thick eyelashes giving him the look of a doll, even though he still has baby fat he can see the high cheekbones he inherited from the Black's with an Oval face with gentle curves.

He doesn't need glasses anymore, and another thing he can't grow used to even now is his forehead, the scar isn't here anymore. He still has the Hallows tattoo though, but instead of being in black ink it's whitish nearly transparent being hidden by his pale skin.

He looked suspiciously at his reflection, he can see a lot of Black parts but here are some that aren't from that family, he crossed his arms and huffed.

His red lips opened before closing, Alya started pouting, now that he is in the living world he can't torture people anymore!

Or can he…?

He needs to be careful, he doesn't wish to die or to suffer after all, but it doesn't mean he will not have fun… his lips twitched in interest, now that he is back in the living world he can have all the fun he wants if he is careful, especially once he is in Hogwarts.

Alya cackled, he was going to have a lot of fun and then he will tell Cain once he sees the older man about his adventures.

Questions :

1. Did you find any errors if you did, please do tell me.

2. What do you think of Harry/Alya's new name?

3. What do you think of the fact of him being a Black?

4. What do you think of Lyra ( his mother ) ?

5. Do you have a question or something you didn't understand?

6. Do you think this story has future or not?

Please don't forget to answer those questions ^^.

You are not forced if you don't want to answer them but talk of another thing of the chapter that interested you though.