The Road Not Taken

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. I just borrow JK Rowling's charecters! :)

Prologue

"I guess this is it Potter", Voldemort sneered. 'No! Ron, Ginny, Mr. & Mrs. Weasley, George, Teddy, Hermione...I'm not ready to die yet' Harry thought.
"This should have happened sixteen years ago. Farewell Potter. Avada Kedavra!"

Harry raised his wand but it was useless. He saw the green light and felt the rushing wind of death.
His last thought, 'Hermione...'

And all went black...

*Beep, beep, beep...*

Harry's eyes flew open. He was lying in a bed that was not his. He sat up and looked around. The walls were decorated in red and gold. Quiddich and football posters adorned the walls.

Another thing, he could see without his glasses.

'Huh?'

Suddenly a figure jumped into his bed and hugged him tightly. His view was obscured by a mass of dark red hair. The person shrieked in his ear, "TIME TO GET UP HARRY!" Harry winced and pulled back. "What's going on?" he asked. "It's September 1st! Your first day at Hogwarts! Aren't you excited?" hazel eyes peered up at him excitedly.

'Who is this?' Harry thought.

"Kristina love, let your brother wake up in peace", a woman's voice floated in the door.

'Brother?'

"Harry, what do you want for breakfast?"

Harry looked up and thought that his heart would stop. Lilly Potter. In the flesh. She was leaning against the doorpost. The girl named Kristina leaped out of his bed and ran to her.
Lilly scooped her up.

"Well Harry?" she asked again.

"Uhh...can I have French toast please?" Lilly flashed him a smile. "Sure thing love. Be down in 10 minutes". She left the room carrying the little girl.

Harry felt like a fish out of water. What in Merlin's pants was going on? The last thing he remembered was Voldemort. How did he end up here? First day of Hogwarts...was he eleven AGAIN?

Getting up, he made his bed and went to what seemed to be a wardrobe. He saw a collection of muggle clothes as well as robes. Harry selected a pair of jeans, a shirt and a jumper. When he was finished he searched for a pair of socks. He took a look in the mirror and gave a startled gasp.

There was no scar.

He took a closer look at the pictures that was pasted near his mirror. There was a family picture that composed of Lilly, James, Harry, the girl named Kristina and a little boy
whom he didn't recognize.

"Harry! Breakfast is ready!" "Coming mum".

It sounded so natural, yet...weird.