Authors Note: Ok people here we go. This is my first story every on Fanfiction so i hope you enjoy it. If at least one person enjoys it then all the effort in my opinion will have been worth it. Just to let you know i can't promise undates on a constant bases like every 7 days. I wish i could but i'm just not that good. Some warning this fic is rate M for a reason. There will be violence, death and war. There is smut but because Fanfiction bands smut now i will also be posting this fic on ficwad and hpfanficarchive with the smut uncensored. I do not own Harry potter in any way shape or form. But i sure wish i did. Enjoy!

Harry James Potter floated in a sea of darkness that seemed to have no end. He could not see with his eyes. He could not hear with his ears or taste with his tongue. He could not feel his body what so ever. The darkness that surrounded him seemed to suck every emotion and feeling from him to the point that time itself had no meaning in this place of nothing. He had no idea how he had gotten here or how long it had been since he had appeared in this place. In fact other than his name he could not remember anything at all. He tried to remember but every time he tried all he got was nothing. No matter how much he fought to remember he could not and it was very frustrating. Finally he gave up trying to remember for the moment and concentrated on the now.

Though he could not technically feel anything he thought he might be falling, slowly but falling all the same. Not that that did him any good. Except that he could feel himself falling suddenly. Feeling that had not been there a second ago. He could feel himself falling and slowing down. He continued to slow down from whatever fall he had come from. Finally he felt himself settle down on the ground, floor he could not tell. Despite the feeling of falling and then landing he could still not see or hear anything. Or move his body in any fashion. The bad thing about having no perceptions is the inability to perceive time passing. It could have been seconds or days as far as he could tell of him lying there in the void doing nothing but exist before something changed.

It started off as a light that suddenly bloomed in the darkness off to his left, he tried to turn his head to look at it but still he could not move. Next he heard the faint sound of footsteps coming from the direction of the light and he realized with a start that he had never lost his sight or hearing or touch. It had just been the lack of anything to see or hear or touch before now.

"Rise Harry James Potter for we have much to discuss and very little time in which to do it in before a decision must be made," came a distinctly feminine voice from the source of the light and footsteps. Like flipping a switch he could suddenly feel his body again. His arms lean and strong at his sides pressed down onto whatever surface he was lying on and his legs bent and pressed down as well. His spine bent as he pushed himself up and into a sitting position before rising to stand erect and in full control of himself.

Now that he was back in control of himself he could finally turn to the left and see what was there. What he was met left him slightly shocked. Before him stood a vision of ethereal beauty. A woman with literally glowing snow white hair and eyes that contained every color of the rainbow was dressed in a sheer white summer dress with no sleeves and ended at the knees. The light it seemed to be coming directly from her body and it illuminated the darkness around her so she seemed to be the only thing in existence other than him.

Not really knowing what was going on he decided he needed to get some answers from this woman. She looked to be about in her mid twenties but she was like no other woman he had ever seen before. Or at least he did not think so because he could still not remember anything. "What's going on here? Who are you and what am I doing here? And why can't I remember anything from before I got here was that you're doing?" He knew he sounded a little rude but he needed answer and he was at his wits end after being in the darkness so long.

The woman in white smirked at him and took a step forward to take his left hand with her right. He noticed as he looked down that he was dressed almost in direct contrast to the woman. Dark black and grey clothes in the form of long pants and a t-shirt were covered by a void black great coat that reached almost down to the floor to hang around a pair of black shoes. Everything he wore seemed really sturdy and worn as though the clothes had been through a lifetime of wear and tear.

"That," she responded, "is a very good question. Let's see what we can do about that memory of yours." The woman stepped forward closing the distance between them and raised herself on her toes to press her lips against his own. He only had a moment to enjoy her soft lips before he stiffened. A plethora of memories, an entire lifetimes worth came flooding into him. He gasped and jerked back from the woman who somehow managed to keep a hold of his hand and prevented him from falling on his butt.

He shivered and shook as the enormity of his life once again became apparent to him. Everything from his earliest childhood memory, to his years at Hogwarts and all his friends, to the war with Voldemort and the disaster that followed. All of that and what led up to his current predicament. This would be the fact that he was dead. Or at least he should be dead, since overloading and self destructing Hogwarts magical core would end with that kind of result. He just hoped it had been enough to get the job done. With another gasp and a shiver he opened his eyes having closed them when his life had flashed before him to look at the woman.

"Good, good it seems that you remember now. Come we have much to talk about." The woman responded to him looking at her again. She took his arm in hers and began to walk. Off in the distance was a small light. It did not take long for this light to get much closer before flashing brightly before them both. Suddenly they were both walking through a lush forest. For some reason his shoes were gone allowing his feet to feel the grass and moss beneath them. Strange but pleasant none the less.

"As you have probably gathered," the woman began, "you are indeed dead but the question I feel you want to ask is why you are here."

"Yeah that about sums it up," Harry responded, "I figured I'd be wherever my parents went after they died along with all my other friends and family that died before I did. If this is the extent of Dumbledore's next great adventure then I feel slightly gipped. I want a refund." Harry's laugh at his own joke fell kind of flat but the context was plain. He really wanted to know why was he not with his family right now. Had he not done enough in his previous life to warrant a good afterlife? Or did they really take that whole suicide thing very seriously. To be fair he had been about to die anyways such were the wounds he had suffered beforehand. Were they really gonna deny him his cozy afterlife just because he had not waited another five seconds to die naturally.

The woman chuckled as well though hers sounded more genuine than Harry's had. "Well if you had been sent to the normal place then you would have gotten exactly what you were thinking of. However events have occurred that demand action. Events that you are uniquely suited to handling due to your past life. But we will get to that in a moment child. As for who I am well I have no real name. Though you might be willing to call me Fate or Destiny. Though that is not exactly accurate according to the definitions of those terms. Since I don't actually control a person's fate or destiny merely monitor it so to speak."

Harry's interest in the woman had definitely spiked. A being that monitored a person's fate was something he had never thought existed. That she was here speaking to him now about something that concerned him mere moments after his death were very concerning. The first thought in his head was that his last gamble had not been successful and even now the people he had died to protect were in mortal danger. All because he had failed. Maybe she could since his emotions or read him mind but Fate as he decided t call he for the moment answered his worries right away.

"Do not fret Harry James Potter. Your sacrifice was not in vain. You succeeded in your mission and those you sought to protect are as safe as they can be. No the matter for which I bring you here for is very different but at the same time very similar. The thing is Harry James Potter I wish to make a deal with you."

"A deal," Harry asked looking puzzled and relived at the same time at Fates reassurance that he had been successful. "What kind of deal would you need to make with the likes of me that requires you to keep me from passing on to my rest?" His tone was only slightly accusatory but who could blame him he felt he deserved some rest after all the crap he had been through.

"The deal," Fate continued, "is this. I wish to give you the chance to experience something you have never had before. To live a life that had been denied you by your previous existence. What I am saying is Harry James Potter is that I wish to give you a life with your parents that you did not have in your previous lifetime."

Fates words stopped Harry cold in his tracks as his eyes bugged out of his head and his mouth hung open. Whatever he had been expecting it had not been that. Shaking his head to pull himself together he turned back to look at Fate and spoke, "I'm surprised Fate, May I call you Fate, that you would offer me such a thing now. I am a grown man, 32 years old with the memories of a man five times my age. Though a childhood was something I desired years ago I take heart in the fact that I'm going to them now. Why would I want to become a child again, if that is indeed what you are implying, just to have a childhood with my parents? If the price of having that childhood is having my memories taken away or something like that then I will have to decline. My memories even the bad ones are what make me me. I've learned too much, discovered too much, and experienced too much just to throw it all away now."

Fate responded instantly to him not missing a beat. "Yes Harry James Potter you may call my Fate or anything else you wish to it really does not matter to me. As for your memories no you would not lose those. In fact you memories and the things you have discovered are the exact reason I've decided to send you back at all. As for why you would want to go to another life to have a childhood. An alternate reality by anyone's definition. The reason is simple that world needs you and your knowledge. Otherwise it will be left a blacken ruin where no life can exist."

Harry was just as quick as Fate on the draw and responded quickly. "But if you're sending me there to have a childhood with the family I never knew that must mean there already is another me there. Certainly as the boy who lived he could take care of whatever problem that world faced as I would not feel comfortable going there and replacing him or something along those lines. That's his life and his world and it would not be right for me to take it from him." Harry's words were firm and his eyes resolute. Despite the small desire to have a real childhood he would not take it from someone else. Not even another him. To do so would make him as bad a Voldemort in his own eyes.

"That's just the problem," Fate countered, neither of their voices was raised or harsh. In fact they sounded very cordial, their conversation very pleasant at least in tones and such. "That other you is not the boy who lived, Voldemort did come for you that night but your family managed to get away safely. When you did so he went to the Longbottoms where Neville Longbottom became the boy who lived after both his parents died trying to protect him. As for replacing that Harry James Potter you don't have to worry about that. In about twelve minutes he will die of wizard's flue. Nasty way to go as I understand it. He's been suffering for days, tried to pass it off as a cold and by the time his family realized what was wrong it was too late. The fever is raging out of control and his magic is burning out of him. This provides us with the perfect opportunity. With that Harry James Potter dying we can have you replace him once his soul leaves his body."

Harry winced. Wizard's flue was a nasty way to go no matter your age. But there was nothing he could do for the other him now. But he could see where Fate was going with this plan. It was actually very simple. "So basically I replace this dying me in that reality and use my unique abilities and knowledge to help that war survive Voldemort. Especially if that Voldemort is planning to do the same thing my Voldemort did. Without my abilities my own reality would have fallen completely and no offence to Neville but I don't believe he could discover the things I did. Not even by accident. And he would need those things just to survive. "

"You would also prevent your family from feeling the heartbreak of losing their firstborn son. In that reality you are only eight. And this whole ordeal has affected your family greatly. You might not be their exact same son. But you are still Harry James Potter. It goes without saying that you should probably keep your identity hidden until absolutely necessary. Unless you like being poked and prodded by unspeakables." Fate's voice had a slightly amused tone to it because she knew she had hit a sore spot. The thought of not only seeing his family and getting a real childhood was one thing. Preventing his mother and father from feeling the pain of losing a child was a big motivator. Even if he was not exactly their child. He would have to fake a lot if he did this but he could manage it he believed.

"So if I do except this," Harry hedged, "I get the childhood I never had along with the chance to protect this world from destruction. Seeing that according to you without my help this world will not survive. And it would be in my best interests to keep the fact that I'm from another reality a secret for as long as possible because becoming a lab rat would be no fun."

Fate smiled and nodded her head. "That about sums it up but do remember only your mind and soul will get transferred not your body. You will end up in a body that is not only eight years old but also has just died from wizard's flue. You will have to use your powers and what little magic is left in that body when you get there to start the process of transformation otherwise the body will quickly die. This will cause a lot of questions to arise I'm sure especially concerning your eyes but so long as you play stupid no one should suspect you of anything.

Harry sighed as he took that information in. He had hoped to avoid that at least at first. But Fate was right. The only way to save that body was to start the change and release the limiters. The thing about his eyes was just a side effect. Something unavoidable but it would set him apart from those around him, at least until he started teaching others to do the same. It had been the same way back in his own world. Strange at first but soon it became a symbol of those people who had the power to protect those who could not protect themselves and the fear of it went away, for the most part. It was still pretty strange.

"All right Fate I'll do it, God knows why but I'll do it. I can't let that world suffer if I can save it from the same fate mine did. Hermione and Ginny were right my Saving People Thing really makes me do crazy things. I suppose I should go now. That poor other me should be expiring anytime now and I'll need to get in that body quick to do damage control let's do this." Harry removed his arm from Fates to stand in front of her posture stiff and eyes resolute.

Fate just continued to smile at him before raising her hand to his brow. "Thank you Harry James Potter for agreeing to this. I know it is a difficult decision because you just got done fighting a war of your own. But worry not this new life you are going to will be filled with much light and love for you to enjoy. So it won't be all battles and it will give you something to protect form the start. Never falter, never fear and always remember the lessons you learned from your previous life for they will guide you to a bright future for you and those you love."

"Now brace yourself Harry James Potter. This will not be pleasant but it will be over quickly. Good luck." And with that a blast of light issued from Fates hand that enveloped Harry's vision before the falling sensation returned only much faster than before. He body felt like it was stretching like taffy as his mind tried to crawl out his ears and nose at the same time. Very unpleasant to say the least. The lights around him flashed every color of the rainbow just like Fates eyes and he though they formed a tunnel like shape around him but it was hard to tell. Just as he thought he was going to be sick or just plain die again from the pain the falling came to a sudden stop as his mind disconnected and everything went dark.

The change in perception was apparent from the start. He tried to open his eyes but they were so heavy. He could hear yelling all around him and the smell of medical potions filled his nose. Saint Mungoes from the smell of it. He groaned and tried to arch his back but nothing doing. This body was too weak to support him for long. He could feel the burn of the Wizard's flue in his body as it ate away at his magic. He had arrived successfully which meant it had not all been so elaborate dream which also meant it was time to get to work. If he wanted this body to survive he needed to act fast. He ignored the frantic calls of what must have been a wizard doctor trying to get his attention as they ran tests over him. Just like Fate had said this Harry had died and they had obviously called it before he got here. His sudden revival had sent them into a frenzy as they continued to try and save him. Though there was nothing they could really do.

Ignoring the distraction he descended into his mindscape. He own mind was already asserting itself as his inner world began to come into focus. His mindscape consisted of a city built at the base of Mount Everest in a valley with a truly colossal tree growing at the center of the city. He had gotten the idea from a story he had read once a long time ago. But he could look at that later. What he did next was the first step that led to the power he needed to survive. He stripped away his mindscape to revile his magical core as it was called. While it sounded easy it was actually very hard for a witch or wizard to access their core directly through their minds. Without his training and memories he would not have been able to do so. The core of this body was very small and weak but it would suffice for what he needed.

What he had to do next was something that no other wizard perhaps maybe Merlin himself had ever been able to do. Sure any wizard could strip away their mindscape with practice to observe their core directly. But observe was the most they could do. Directly affecting their own cores was something wizards had been trying to do forever. However they were blocked by the natural limiters surrounding ones core and had no way to bypass them. Harry however knew the secret to getting around the limiters. It was a fact, a fact that one had to know and accept completely in their mind without any doubt what so ever. If they could not do that than they would never be able to get around their limiters to access the next level.

Harry approached the small core only to stop short as the limiters got in his way. Harry merely smiled to himself before closing his eyes and speaking the truth to himself one more time. "There's no such thing as Magic." And with those words the limiters fell away from his new core allowing Harry to reach out with his hands to take the core into them. It burned like a small sun in his hands. Glowing with all the colors of the rainbow. Though compared to his old core this one was nearly dead the normally bright light dwindling before his eyes and starting to flicker like a light bulb about to burn out. Not wasting another second Harry began the transformation process; he began to squeeze the core in his hands, forcing the unfocused and raw magic into the proper form. Slowly but surely the small core began to collapse in on itself as Harry continued to put more and more pressure on it. He was searching digging for what lay beneath forcing the magic to change, to evolve into something greater than it ever was before.

Even through his concentration he could hear the Healers screaming it confusion and panic. He almost felt sorry for them. From their perspective his core had flared back to life only to begin going through a catastrophic collapse. Something that if it was actually happening would threaten not only his own life but also the safety of the entire hospital. Luckily that was not the case, and he could cut them some slack, after all what he was doing had not been done since Merlin himself had accidently discovered the power. Suddenly his core began to pulse rapidly in his hands, faster and faster, brighter and brighter. This was the signal that his task was almost complete, and not a moment too soon as with the resurgence of his core from entering this new body so had the wizard's flue that had killed this realities Harry. He could feel it trying to burn the last of his reserves and only by starting the process had he managed to hold on for this long.

With a final savage twist of his pulsing core it gave one final burst of prismatic lights before it all faded away leaving noting but darkness. All sounds in the hospital room ceased at this the healers stopping their activity and watching the magical monitor that displayed his core go from, "I'm about to explode and nothing that your doing is helping at all," to , "now I'm playing hide and seek and you can't find me." Suffice the say the exhausted and panicky healers were about at their wits end. First the poor boy had died, and then he had come back to life for no reason at all other than to become a time bomb as far as they could tell! And then the core just vanishes for no reason and the boy was still alive. Even Muggles had a core just no magic to fill it, but this boy had nothing, nadda, zip. At least for 17 seconds before the monitor changed again and showed the gathered healers something astounding, something that would change everything.

For in his mindscape Harry opened his hands at last. His core was gone, the glowing ball of light and energy that was the core of every magical creature in the entire world human or not had changed. In its place Harry held the source of his power. Floating in his hand faintly glowing with prismatic lights and bright emerald green in color, the same as his eyes was a seed. Simple yet more powerful than anyone could ever imagine. This one seed would change this world, just as it had changed his own. He only hoped it would be enough.

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A few minutes prior

Healer Jones stepped back from the bed that held one sleeping Harry James Potter. The son of Lily and James Potter. The boy had come into Saint Mungoes about a week ago with Wizards Flu. Naturally the Healers at the time had isolated the young potter heir and had done their best to try and break the sickness that was literally burning him up from the inside out. Unfortunately as was sometime the case the flu had just too much of a grip by the time they got to the hospital and at that point there was not a lot healers like him could do. Harry Potter just happened to fall into that category. His parents were devastated to say the least. James Potter had spent much of the last week trying to comfort his hysterical wife. Lily Potter had not reacted well to the news that there was nothing they could do to save her son. In fact she had almost gone on a rampage when they had told her. It was only the quick reactions of James Potter and his best friend Sirius Black that had stopped her.

Then today. It had started early that morning when Harry's vital had begun to drop rapidly. They all knew it was time. Despite that Lily Potter had demanded they do everything in their power to try and save her son. Despite repeated talks with both himself and others that it would be better to send Harry on his was as fast as possible to ease the pain he was in the Lady Potter was beyond reason. The intimate death of her first born son playing havoc with her emotions. When Harry's heart had gone into overdrive signaling the final moments Lily Potter had to be forcefully removed from the room.

They had done as asked and tried everything they knew to save the Potter Heir. But as they had feared it had all be for naught. Little Harry's heart gave just a few more stuttering beats before finally falling silent. They had tried to revive him to no avail, they called it. It was then that Healer Jones had gone out to the Potter family. They were gathered there along with their friends and family. James Potter holding his wife Lily Potter. Their children other than Harry who included his younger twin Nick Charles also eight, Iris Marie their younger sister at seven, Camellia Kate and Orchid Petal both five and the second set of twins though these were identical unlike Harry and Nick. Then there was Kyle Sirius aged three holding the youngest potter Violet Lily potter age one. Surrounding them were the Blacks. Sirius Black with his wife Christina. Their twins Sarah Iris and Mark Evens age eight with Mark holding little Rose Claire age one.

Others that stood around them were one Remus Lupin unmarried due to his werewolf status. The Tonks that included Andromeda and her husband Nathan a muggleborn. Their daughter Nymphadora aged 14 was standing next to the professors from Hogwarts. They included Professors Sprout, Flitwick, and McGonagall and surprisingly even Headmaster Dumbledore. All of them looked up at him as he entered the waiting area. He didn't have to say anything. The look on his face probably told them a thousand times more than he ever could with words.

"NNNNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" came the scream from Lily Potter when she saw him. Yelling out her sadness to the heavens before burying her face in her husband's chest. The look on James Potters face was one of torment and anguish as he held his grieving wife. All around them the meager hope that had filled them fled as they all looked down in sadness. Some like Sirius and Remus went to James to comfort him while Christina went to Lily in James's arms and spoke quietly in her ear. Their reactions were to be expected. It was not the first time he had delivered bad news to a family. The crying the screaming and the denial were all common things in this scenario. Despite that he never got used to it, it always made him feel terrible when he had to do this and despite the fact he had been through this numerous times. He opened his mouth so he could begin talking with the family about what to do next when the general alarm began to sound.

Head snapping around he saw that the signal was coming back from Harry's room. Not knowing what could possibly be going on in there now he rushed back down the hall. Running back into the room he came up short at what he saw. Harry's body which had been covered with a white cloth had risen up into the air and was floating several feet above the bead. Where his body had been deathly white before was now bright with life his emerald eyes open and his mouth twisted in a silent scream. In the center of his bare was a glowing spot. He took this all in within a second before Harry's body fell out of the air and back onto the bed where it began to thrash about spasmodically. Reacting quickly despite his shock Healer Jones began to issue orders.

"Merlin's beard you idiots hold him down NOW! You, you and you bring the monitors back up and prepare him for spell scans at once! I want to know what the hell is going on here people and I want to know NOW!"

The Healers in the room rushed to follow his orders. Years spent healing during the war with Voldemort had made this generation of healers much harder than normal and better at following orders like soldiers in combat situations. Two of the Healers drew wands and point them at Harry forcing his body to the bead with binding spells to prevent any more thrashing that might hurt him or anyone else. Others moved to recast the monitor spells used to observe his body. Everything from his heart rate to his core scan. The idea for the spells had come from observing the muggle devices that did the same thing. Jones often marveled at the things the muggles had created without the use magic. It sure made his job easier with the monitors in place. Casting his own spells to try and find out just what the hell had caused a very dead person to just randomly come back to life he was the first to discover the danger. Closely followed by the rest of the healers as they finally managed to get those monitors back up. One began beeping right away and everyone focused on it at one. It was the core monitor. When young Harry had passed his core had been nearly empty having been burned to nothing by the sickness. Now however it was strong again. Much stronger than it should have been.

It pulsed rapidly larger then smaller then larger again, it was a core collapse. Jones felt his heart settle somewhere around his groin while his stomach tried its damndest to crawl out of his throat, it was a very unpleasant feeling for one to have. And it very bad news not only for Harry but for the entire Hospital as well. A core collapse was VERY rare. It hardly ever happened; in fact he could think of no time in his own lifetime that a collapse had been recorded. No one was exactly sure what could cause a person's magical core to collapse but the results were uniform across the board in every case. Once the core reached maximum entropy it would back lash and explode with more than a hundred times the force of the most powerful Confringo. Such a blast would level half of Saint Mungoes and that was if they were lucky.

"EMERGENCY STATIONS NOW," Jones shouted before running over to the wall next to the door. On the wall was a magical speaker phone that allowed him to contact others around the hospital. But in emergencies such as this it also allowed him to give warning to the entire hospital at once. Hitting the emergency alarm button which also acted as an all call function pumping the alarm and his voice to everyone. "BEEP, BEEP, BEEP, BEEP, BEEP, ATTENTION ALL MASTER HEALERS, CODE ECHO TROLL BLUE LUMOS THIS IS NOT A DRILL I REPEAT THIS IS NOT A DRILL AN IMMINATE CORE COLAPSE HAS BEEN CONFERMED ON THE FLU FLOOR BEGIN EVACUATION OF SAINT MUNGOES AT ONCE!" Message sent Jones turned back to Harry. The spot on his chest was glowing brighter; it had to be his core manifesting itself on the visible plane. It would be fascinating to observe if it was not so dangerous. However before he could move back to assist the other healers desperately trying to stabilize Harry's core somehow some way, or even just keep it from exploding for a few more seconds while the rest of the patients were evacuated to safety he was hit from behind by someone running into the room.

Somehow Jones managed to stumble and turn in the same motion. A reflex reaction to try and see what had hit him. He didn't think the situation could get any worse, but he was wrong. With a panicked look on her face and panting heavily in the door way was one Lily Potter. "Harry? What's wrong, what's happening to my son, why is the hospital evacuating, tell me now!"

"Misses Potter you have to get out of here now it's not safe," Jones replied trying to push the woman back out of the room without letting her see what was going on. It didn't work as soon as he moved she got a good look over his shoulder at Harry's restrained form. Her eyes widened even more as she tried to fight her way through.

"Harry, HARRY? Let me through this instant I have to help him!" Jones only shook his head and held on harder. Taking a blow or two from the woman's failing arms as she tried with all her strength to get to her boy.

"It's no use misses Potter it's too late, you have to get out of here while you still can. There's nothing you can do to help Harry and you won't help anybody by staying here and dying trust me. Once his core collapses this entire hospital will go with him. All we can do is try to buy more time while the hospital evacuates." Lily paid him no attention; his words were not reaching her at all. Suddenly two arms appeared under hers and drug her off him. Panting he saw that it was James Potter dragging her back. Pain was written on his face, but so was determination. Their eyes met and Jones knew the Potter Lord had heard and understood what he had been trying to tell Lily. Another form appeared behind James and the struggling Lily. It was Headmaster Dumbledore and with one deft movement the aged Wizard drew his wand and placed it at Lily's throat hitting her with an overpowered calming charm. While her body went slack in her husband's arms her eyes retained their fiery nature.

"Is there any way I can be of assistance Master Healer?" Dumbledore asked of the man stepping around the Potters to speak to him directly. He had already convinced all the others to take the children to safety. It was only the children that had convinced Sirius Remus and Christina to leave James and Lily behind. They had all retreated to Potter Manor for the time being. Lily upon hearing the evacuation order had broken free of James grip and had run for Harry's isolated room. James cursing up a storm had run after her. Dumbledore had decided to follow, his mage sight allowing him to observe all the magic that was being sucked towards young Harry's room at an alarming rate. Dumbledore had actually been alive long enough to have witnessed a core collapse once before in his life time. Even with only that one encounter and all the information he had read on the phenomenon since he could tell something was not right. When a core collapsed it exploded from the force of the Witch or Wizards core itself destabilizing so much that it actually became visible to the naked eye before breaching its own natural restraints also know as limiters the magic being expelled in all directions and where ever the magical residue came into contact with any object it reacted explosively. In fact the more magic a object had to more explosive the reaction. In a Place like Saint Mungoes they would be lucky if the building survived at all not even beginning to account for the damage the surrounding and un-expecting muggle area would suffer. And was what was confusing him was the magic that was being sucked from the air itself into Harry's room. At least as far as his sight could tell him.

Now that he was standing in the open door way he could see where all that magic was going. All the magic in the air, the magic from the medical monitoring spells the magic from the healers IN the room heck through the window he could even see the magic fueling the wards starting to get sucked in. All of it heading for the bright point of light in the middle of Harry's chest. The healers were now having to restrain him by hand both because the binding power had been sucked away and because now the Healers could visibly see their own magic starting to get sucked away as well and they could no longer cast spells. The magic getting sucked up as soon as they tried to cast. "No Headmaster there's nothing you can do here," Jones answered him after only a moment's pause, " Just get them out of here now, we don't have much time before," but whatever he was going to say got lost to the wind as a shock wave rolled off of Harry throwing them all away onto the floor. Lying on the floor outside of the room Jones and Dumbledore looked back into the room only to see that Harry was again floating off the bed. All the magic that was getting sucked into Harry's core was now visible even to those without mage sight and was growing larger by the second. Large groaning sounds reverberated through the hospital as the wards started to flicker and buckler under the strain. And a high pitched screaming sound filled the air as Harry's core glowed brighter and brighter. Lily and James were next to Dumbledore now having crawled back from where they had been thrown to see what was happening. With a final shriek the wards collapsed completely at the same time the light from Harry's core enveloped the entire floor glowing so bright it blinded everyone.

Blinking the spots out of his eyes Dumbledore stood up. His head was spinning and he felt nauseated for the first time in decades. Raising his wand to his own head he tried to cast some spells to relieve the pain. He was no Madam Pomfrey but a few headache spells were easy enough for him. Not that it mattered for try as he might he could not get the spell off. His magic was still there, he could feel it. But not only had it been drained but it had also short circuited or so it seemed from that final blast of light before he had blacked out. For that reason Albus Dumbledore Headmaster of Hogwarts head of the Wizengamot and leader of the ICW (International Confederation of Wizards) stood drunkenly in a daze as he tried to see straight. Leaning against the wall it took him a few minutes to get his bearings. By the time his vision focused and he began to look around the others were also getting their senses back. James was still holding Lily a little ways away on the floor still and Healer Jones was just getting off his knees.

Finally turning back to face the room he saw what was within. All the furniture had been blasted out of place. The window was blown out as well. The other five Healers appeared unharmed and they were all moving. All of them were like him disoriented and weak. Some were even trying to cast some spells but the Healers had no more success than he had, not that it stopped them from trying. But all that was pushed to the back of his mind as he observed Harry. He was unconscious but very much alive, lying on the hospital bed and strangely his whole body was glowing now with a faint light that seemed to be coming from his skin. But even as he observed this it began to fade and all the while his physical appearance once sickly and pale began to get healthier and healthier right before his eyes.

"Were still alive?" Came the surprised Voice of Healer Jones who had finally managed to get up on his feet. Looking around in wonder only to settle on Harry as well just as the glowing disappeared and his body returned to a normal healthy state. "It's not possible," he murmured to himself, "we should all be dead."

"It seems Healer Jones," said Dumbledore as he managed to make his way over to the stunned Healer. James and Lily finally regaining their feet as he did, "that Fate has other plans for us."

Shaking his head in disbelief Jones finally got his feet to move. First going to each of his Healers for a moment just to make sure before approaching the sleeping boy on the bed. "I don't know about Fate Headmaster but whatever happened here goes against all the laws of Magic as I know them." Hearing a noise he noticed that the Potters were back on their feet now and were making their way over. Steeling his spine he went back to the Headmaster. "Regardless we have to isolate him now Headmaster before we let anyone near him. We have absolutely NO idea what just happened or if it could happen again at any time we have to call anyone who might have any info on what just happened and get them here ASAP. Please Headmaster you're the only one with the power to get things done quickly enough to count. We may not have much time."

Sighing in agreement Dumbledore nodded, "I agree Healer Jones though it gives me a heavy heart to do so. The safety of not only this hospital but also of the muggle world surrounding us demands that we act as swiftly as we can. Both for their sake and for Harrys as well." Receiving only a nod from the Healer before he turned back into the room Dumbledore turned to meet the determined and worried expressions on James and Lily Potters faces. This would not be pleasant but it had to be done. While he himself had no idea exactly what had happened to young Harry there was one thing he was almost positive about, and that was that whatever had caused this was directly connected to the prophecy. Harry, Charles and Neville were all children of the prophecy. Even if Neville was the Boy-Who-Lived he should have kept a closer eye on the Oldest Potter twins. The thing was for the past seven years he had been in a constant war of sorts with Augusta Longbottom, Neville's grandmother and legal guardian since he parents had died the night Voldemort had fallen. He had tried to gain custody of Neville to protect him but before he could react his Grandmother had taken him under her protection as the temporary head of the Longbottom family. Since then he had to fight just to see the boy, the death of Augusta's son and daughter in law had changed the witch and not for the better. Augusta had come out of the war wand blazing with all the new power having the Boy-Who-Lived for a grandson brought the Longbottom family. Augusta for all intents and purposes owned Wizarding Britain and no one crossed the House of Longbottom who wanted to keep their job and social status. But it was necessary for him to guide Neville to his eventual confrontation with Voldemort when he arose again. But because he had spent so much time focusing on Neville he had completely forgotten about the Potter twins. Believing that they did not matter now that Neville had been marked. Now it seemed that he would have to get closer to the Potter twins, most importantly Harry if he wanted to control whatever it was that was happening here. After all Neville would need loyal followers in the fight against Voldemort and the Potter Twins would do nicely for a start.

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` Lily Potter sighed as she took another sip of her lukewarm coffee he husband had been kind enough to get her. She was sitting back in the waiting lounge again just as she had been hours before. After a heated argument with the Headmaster he had reluctantly convinced her to return to the lounge to await further news on her oldest son Harry. It had been a very stressful afternoon. Bugger that it had been a very stressful week! A week filled with shame, regret and fear. Lots of fear, ever since they had brought Harry to Saint Mungoes a week ago she had not left for more than a few hours or so. She felt so responsible for what had happened. Not two weeks ago her oldest two had managed to pull another prank on their siblings that left a whole floor of manor a wreak that made even the house elves take awhile. She had been so mad at her two boys that she had grounded them for a month. She was still mad when a few days later Harry had come to her complaining about not feeling well. She had passed it off as the common cold at the most and an attempt of her sons to garner sympathy. He had done it before, so all she did was give him one of the foul cold potions they always hated and told him to take that. The fact that he had taken it without complaint should have been the first sign that her son was not kidding around this time. But she had just brushed it off as nothing and forgot about it. It was not until a few days later that Harry had come down to breakfast pale a death and swaying before throwing up blood, actual BLOOD all over the floor that they had rushed him to Saint Mungoes. But by then it had been too late.

She along with the rest of her family and friends had been forced to watch over the course of several days as Harry slowly burned from the inside out. It was clear that he was in terrible pain. His fever was so high that he could not think straight and could not recognize them when they visited him. All they got when they were allowed to visits were silence as he slept of whimpers and screams of pain if he was conscious which was not often. She had already broken down several times in the last few days praying for some sort of miracle that would save her sons life. But her prayers had gone unanswered. Desperate for something anything that might help she had flooed Dumbledore at Hogwarts and asked him to come. Or more specifically to bring Fawkes the Phoenix. They had come but it had done no good. Fawkes' healing tears worked wonders on Physical wounds and even poisons and toxins. But a Phoenix's tears could only heal not kill and despite everything the Wizards Flu was still a virus. A magical one but a virus all the same. The Tears could not affect the virus because it was a living thing and the tears cold not kill. Unable to stand the negative emotional climate Fawkes had flamed away but Dumbledore had stayed. For emotional support if nothing else.

Then the time came, the Healers told them that Harry was fading and fast. They could not even be in the same room with him when he died. He was unconscious 95% of the time and delirious the other 5%, on top of that Wizards Flu was also the most infectious around the time of death. The Healers even with their protective spells were taking a big risk even being in the same room as Harry when he passed. But it had been her insistence that they keep trying to save him even to the last moment. Deep down she knew it was a lost cause, but while her hearth had already accepted it and broken because of it her mind had not. She had descended into a desperate frenzy of activity are research trying to find anything that might help. But in the end she had found nothing.

Then earlier today Master Healer Jones the man in charge had come to them in the waiting room. His face had said it all and her mind drowned in the despair and pain her heart had already fallen into. Christina had tried to comfort her with words but none of them managed to reach her. All she could feel was the pain of loss she felt at losing Harry. Her first born child, so lost as she was in her pain she never noticed Jones run back to Harry's room. In fact she didn't even realize anything was wrong until the alarm went off and Healer Jones announced the evacuation order for all of Saint Mungoes. Looking up she noticed the light coming from Harry's room down the hall and before James could react she had made a break for it. Sprinting down the hall, heart hammering all the while, telling her that she NEEDED to get to Harry. Right that second, because whatever it was that was going on involved Harry. And she was right. As soon as she got to the room and saw Harry thrashing and glowing she had tried to go to him. But first Healer Jones and then James had prevented her, screaming that she had to get to safety. As if she could actually abandon Harry in his time of need. Then Dumbledore had forced calm onto her with his charm and she had collapsed. Down but not out she found herself with a front row seat as whatever was happening to Harry reached its peak before exploding outward and blinding them all.

After that she did not know if minutes or seconds had passed before her vision returned. She had gotten up then, supporting and being supported by James the entire time. They had turned back towards Harry's room only to be blocked by Professor Dumbledore before they could reach Harry. Suffice to say after everything that had just happened she was not going to let Dumbledore stop her. Her wand had come out so fast the Stupefy already on her lips, only to get nothing. From both her wand and Dumbledore. No spell of red light shot from her wand to stun the Headmaster, as for the Headmaster himself he didn't even blink. Apparently he already knew she would be unable to use magic. In fact everyone in the building at the time that light had flared from Harry was unable to use magic right away. It had worn off after a few hours but more than one witch or wizard had panicked at first believing they had been turned into a squib. Before she could object further Dumbledore had suggested they return to the waiting room. They did not know if Harry would suddenly light up again but they did not want to risk anything at the moment. All the patients had already been evacuated and they were calling in everyone they could think of that might be able to help with the situation. Until then they could not let anyone near Harry for whatever reason. Even her, the Headmaster however had smiled and reminded her that regardless what happened for the moment Harry was both alive AND he looked healthier than he had looked in weeks. That if anything could and should be taken as a good sign. Dumbledore had then asked them to trust him; at least long enough to call in some favors to get Harry looked at. They had reluctantly agreed on the condition that they were informed right away if his condition changed in any way good or bad.

Conceding to their request Dumbledore had sent them back to the lounge while the Healer did their stuff. Sirius, Christina and Remus and returned fifteen minutes later minus the kids who had been left at Potter Manor under the combined watch of the Tonks and the Hogwarts Professors. Following not far behind them was the Minister of Magic himself Cornelius Fudge along with Amelia Bones the head Auror and the boss of James and Sirius. With them over a dozen advisors to the Minister including a woman dressed in all pink and who looked like a toad and twice as many Aurors. After talking with Dumbledore they opened all the floos and began calling everyone they could to try and come and help. Of those that came the ones that stood out were a few of the Unspeakables lead by a man named Croker, Dumbledore's brother who ran a pub, Professor Snape who had a deep hatred for all things Potter, a Vampire named Alucard, a Fairy named Aurora Lights and the most suprising of all Nicholas Flamel and his wife both legendary immortal Alchemists and teachers of Dumbledore himself.

All these people had gone and crowded into Harry's room while the Aurors stood guard. That had been several hours ago and still no word. All they got was the occasional flash of a spell from under the door but that was it. With so little news and nothing to do but sit and wait Lilt Potter was reaching the end of her rope. Apparently it was obvious too because James took that moment to speak up for the first time in a while.

"It's gonna be ok Lily. I promise you Harry is gonna be fine. All those powerful people and creatures in them all working together. There's no way they can't figure out what to do," rubbing circles on her back he gave her his best crooked grin. The one he knew she loved. Even in the middle of all this she could not help but give a small smile in return. He always got her with that damned smile.

"Prongs is right Lily love," piped up Sirius from where he was holding Christina on his lap, "there's no way they can't fix this. You just watch Harry's gonna be back on his feet in no time pranking the day away and laughing it up I swear." Satisfied with his pep talk the grim animagus leant back in his chair giving her his best Cheshire cat grin, the same grin he always wore when pranking. She would have bought it too if not for the genuine concern she could see hidden in his eyes.

"Thanks Sirius. I hope your right. I have to believe your right. I can't lose Harry now. Not after everything that's happened. I swore to him you know years ago that I would always be there to see him off in the train to Hogwarts. I intend to make sure he gets those train rides." No one doubted the determined look in her eyes. Not even for a second.

"That's right Lily," Added Christina from her seat on Sirius, "I made that promise to remember? We would both be there to see all our children off to Hogwarts every signal time without fail. I have no intention of letting them down." Her pale Lavender eyes locked with her own bright Emeralds. The same eyes Harry had. The only boy in the family to get them.

Remus didn't really have anything to add to all that. It had been the full moon not three days ago and he was still recovering. He still managed to give his own supportive nod and smile confirming that he believed in everything that had been said. It wasn't much but it helped raise her spirits a little and for that her love for her family and friends only grew even more.

Further conversation was cut off however when Dumbledore walked out of Harry Room and headed towards them. There was a soft smile on his face as he beckoned them forward. They rose quickly and approached him so he could speak. "You will be glad to know that we believe the worst is behind us. While we still don't know what happened from the tests we have been able to perform it seems that Harry core has gone through some sort of change. It's nothing like anything any of us have ever seen before, regardless were fairly certain that it is stable. In fact if we're not mistaken he should be waking up very soon. We thought it would be best if he had some familiar faces there to greet him."

Not even bothering to answer him Lily just nodded and led the group into the room. It had been expanded and cleared of everything except Harry's bed to make room for all the guests. Making their way over to Harry's sleeping form the five adults gathered around the bed. Lily and James on his left and right sides respectively and Sirius, Remus and Christina surrounding the end. Taking one of Harry's hands in her own she asked. "How soon do you think it will be before he will wake up Albus?"

"A few minutes we think Lily," Dumbledore responded, "however I should warn you there seems to have been a lot of damage to Harry's mind. Damage that appears to somehow fixed itself on its own. We can't really explain how, were still working out how Saint Mungoes in not a smoking crater in the middle of down town London but there are large portion of Harry's brain that is all new growth."

Frowning at Dumbledore and then at her Husband Lily pondered this news. Harry's brain had been damaged but had healed itself. What that mean for Harry? A cold dead weight settled in her stomach as more thoughts crossed her mind. What if he had forgotten her and James, what if he woke up and he had completely forgotten himself? All those memories gone forever, but she had no more time to ponder this as the hand she was holding gave her a sudden squeeze. Freezing almost solid she breathed out, "Harry?"

His head moved towards her and he let out a soft grown of discomfort, "oh my bloody head, did someone grab the license of that Dragon that trampled me?" Loud cheers filled the hospital room only to be silenced by a louder grown from Harry who's other hand came up to his head as though he was trying to hold it together, "Uhh please no noise, I can't stand the noise."

"Shush baby," crooned Lily tears running down her eyes as she placed a gentle kiss upon Harry's brow. "It's all ok now, it's all ok." Harry however turned still as a statue when Lily kissed him. This concerned them for a moment before he turned his still closed eyes towards her and murmured softly, "mum…mum is that really you?"

Still smiling Lily said, "Yes baby it's me, its mum you're safe now I promise," placing another kiss on his forehead a few tears dripped on his face sliding down his cheeks and onto the pillows. James leaning over placed a hand on Harry's shoulder smiling and crying as well.

"Don't worry son were here, were all here and every things gonna be fine now," Harry turned his closed eyes towards him and whispered, "Dad?" Still smiling James only whispered, "yeah son it's dad were both right here," he paused then scrutinizing Harrys face before asking, "Harry can you open your eyes for us so you can see everyone here, or is it too much for you?"

It was Harrys turn to pause as his face contorted into a grimace that disappeared a moment later. "Sure I think I can, just one sec," then Harry's eyelids began to open for the first time in over a week. It was slow going tough as if they were very heavy. But then suddenly it was like a weight was lifted from them and they snapped wide open to star at the gathered crowd in the room. Almost everyone in the room flinched at once, followed by muffled curses and swears as Harry gazed upon them. Even Lily and James were struck dumb at what they saw. Harry's eyes emerald green just like his mothers now glowed faintly as though back lit by focused lights. All across the emerald green were what looked like starbursts going of constantly giving the illusion that you were looking up into the clear night sky. But that was not the strangest part. No the thing that really got to the gathered beings was his pupils. On every living creature magical or not that possessed eyes the pupils were always black. For Harry however that was no longer true. His once black pupils had turned solid metallic silver, and to top it all off surrounding the emerald green was a outline circle of metallic gold about a 16th of a inch thick.