Title: Prologue

Rating: PG-13

Warnings: Slight Language, Canon-Character Death, General Angst

Pairings: Lily/James, Mentioned Minato/Kushina

Summary: He died, he lived, Obsidian, Emerald. Between heartbeats fates changed as Obito's soul slipped and fell into another universe. Fate's Wheel turns and now the Boy-Who-Lived comes along with a set of problems all of his own. After all, even in another world trouble just tends to follow those from Konoha.

Disclaimer: Nope, I don't own this, not at all.

Notes: Yeah so, I don't even really know where this came from, I mean I don't even like the Naruto series (Yet somehow it's dragged me in). I mainly blame Obito though, and perhaps Kakashi since damnit those two managed to wiggle into my heart and just stay there. Especially Obito, who I love so much that it hurts, but he's just, I just can't hate him and he makes an awesome hero-turned-villain-turned-hero-again. Anyway, this is AU, and it involves headcanon, headcanon for both series.

It's dark, it's cold and he's in so, so much pain. Breathing hurts but he can't seem to really stop, not even long after he's buried far beyond what his team mates could possibly reach, if they even came back for him. He's smiling though, able to smile even while everything aches and hurts, and pulses with pain. He's able to smile because he's sure that they completed the mission, he's sure that they're safe. He told them to leave after all, he told them to get away and leave him. The darkness is all encompassing and he can almost feel a laugh bubbling up in his chest somewhere. It hurts, and he's finding it funny, funny because he's dying in a self-created darkness. His left eye's gone, given away, his right buried along with the entirety of that side.

His feeling light though, even though the pain is still there, so obviously there it's distant. It's distant and he wonders how much longer he's going to be stuck here floating in the darkness before nothingness actually takes him away. There's a small tug to his senses and his able to stir a bit. His right hand twitches and he moans a bit as the tug comes again. His body feels almost as if it's floating, everything is distant, fuzzy and broken and, he's scared. He's scared and alone and it's dark.

Unbidden thoughts of his team fills his mind once more. Rin's smile and laugh, her gentle attention to him and Kakashi whenever they'd gotten themselves hurt. Kakashi's stubborn stoicism, his grumpiness and always the fact that the silver haired boy was there. Minato-Sensei's beaming smile, hair like the sun, protecting them as best that the man could. It aches, these thoughts and the emotions that come with them. Just when they were finally becoming a proper team, and he's dying cut away from them.

He coughs a bit in the darkness as his thoughts become even more distracted and disjointed. The tugging is back, more insistent this time. Distantly he's aware of footsteps but the tugging is right there. The darkness in his head is right there and there's no fear. No fear just acceptance and perhaps just a bit of relief. He releases his hold on reality and falls, he falls into the embrace of warmth. His own body left behind and forgotten under a rockfall.

When he wakes up again it's warm. It's warm and he's alive, he's alive and he really isn't sure how he's supposed to feel about that. Considering that the last thing he really remembers is dying, dying been crushed by rocks. It's disorientating, almost terrifying to realize that he's alive. Unable to move, unable to do much of anything really but still alive. He's aware of things, and listening carefully there's a steady and constant beat that echoes around him. It's a comfort really and he's not sure of what else to think.

He drifts mainly, between coherency and simply feeling and dreaming of the beat. Memories flicker through his mind of course and he's able to recall things with rather surprising clarity really. It's a bit unsettling though to be confined so entirely in this strange place that he's in. The beat and the warmth though seem distantly familiar to his mind. He feels as though he should know where he is, as though he's been here before. And that's just the slightest bit terrifying, because really how does he know where this is? How should he be able to know. He misses his team...

The space is getting smaller. He notices this fact by accident, kicking out with his useless tiny limbs and hitting something solid. It's actually a shock that there's something there to hit, something to contact. It's getting smaller and he squirms constantly, because it's like been under the boulders again and he wants his team mates, but they need to leave, to get to safety and he's alone trapped in the darkness. The walls are getting closer and he's unable to understand why, why is this safe place suddenly not safe. He finds that he's panicking, because suddenly it's small, too small, too-small, toosmall, he wants to get out. He's been crushed again, he's trapped and it hurts-

He's screaming and it's cold, wet and there are large, huge hands on his body. He screams because he's so scared and confused and what's going on here? He whimpers a bit as he's passed to someone and foreign babble is spoken over his head. What are they saying? What's going on, he continues to wail in confusion unable to do anything else before simply dropping off into sleep completely exhausted.

It takes him an embarrassingly long time to figure out that he's apparently been reborn and given a second chance at life. In all honesty, he hasn't got a clue what he's supposed to do with this chance. It's all so new and different and he mourns the loss of his old familiar world. The people around him are so different, he's never heard any mention of shinobi and is forced to wonder and speculate as to the fate of his team. As to the fate of everything and everyone he ever knew. It's hard to deal with and he wakes often screaming from half remembered nightmares of his previous life. So often he wonders if he's back under the boulders and his right side still gets phantom pains.

His parents put up with it though, and he's relieved in a way. And thrilled as well, he has parents who he's able to get to know and love and interact with in his own limited way. His mother is such a bright light in this world, hair a brilliant red that instantly brings thoughts of his sensei's girlfriend to mind. Her eyes a shining dancing green as she holds him close and treats him with the brightest smiles. He's able to love her unconditionally as a parent, maybe it's because he never had one before but truly he doesn't think of why. His father reminds him of his old family though, dark hair with a mind of it's own and aristocratic features. But the man's eyes are hazel and hidden behind glasses, also the smiles full of mischief are certainly something that he's old family would never have been caught wearing.

It's comforting and enjoyable to have a family. He loves it and thrills in every single moment that he spends with his mother and his father. Lily and James, the Potters. He's no longer the boy that he was, he's no longer Uchiha Obito, instead he's Harry Potter. Some small part of him is still unable to accept that though even as he thrills in and enjoys this fresh start on his life. Enjoys the absolute newness to everything. Even the new language, something which he's picking up incredibly quickly, he suspects it's got something to do with his new body and newer more flexible baby-mind. It's not something that he's focusing on, not when he's got a family to enjoy.

Chakra at least isn't any different from what he can tell though. It's still there, still in everyone even if no one here seems to use it. It's intriguing really, as far as he can tell he's usable chakra level is about the same as it was when he died. It's also rather terrifying, there's so much of it and he's got no clear idea how his new coils are holding it in check. It keeps him up rather late and he just wants to move, to get rid of some of it. It makes him an energetic baby and entertains his parents, or at least it entertains his father. His mother on the other hand simply shakes her head and hides her smiles.

It's just terrifying really, especially with how quickly he's adjusting to everything. It's all so new, yet at the same time it's nothing that he can't handle. He's able to adapt and adjust to this new life and he grows. He meets his father's friends; the Marauders they call themselves and it's entertaining. He likes most of them. Sirius with messy dark hair and black eyes eerily reminiscent of his old families, but with a wild and doggy grin that's almost never missing. Remus with sandy hair and tired but kind amber eyes, just the smallest hint of a wolf in the man's body language.

It's Peter who he hates. The brown hair and blue eyes, pale skin, there's just something about the last Marauder that rubs him the wrong way and thus he always whimpers and begins to cry whenever the man comes anywhere near him. There's also something about Peter's chakra, it feels bad and wrong and he just hates it. Sirius' chakra always reminds him of a flame, of fire. Remus' of the forests and freedom and life. James' of the earth solid and steady, always there. Lily's of water, calm most of the time but adaptive and constantly moving. Peter doesn't give any of those feelings, merely his chakra feels wrong and sticky and he doesn't want to be in contact with it ever. So he screams in the man's face until he's handed back over to his parents, or Sirius, or Remus.

It's interesting and amusing to hear them talk about the mayhem that they caused in school. He always smiles wide and bright when they begin their tales and laughs in glee at the right times.

(Yet hearing of some of their pranks makes him squirm inside. He knows that there's a fine line between what's funny and what's not, what's just playing around and what's been a bully. It seems a lot as though they didn't and he always feels sorry for the Snape fellow when he comes up.

It also might be due to the fact that the guy was his mother's friend but bullying's always been a sore spot and that fact is just a small thing that he took note of.)

He grows more and his features begin to define who he'll be when he grows up. He hears it a lot already, the fact that he resembles his father in a large way already. His hair, his body-type and general features, all from his father. Yet his eyes are more rounded, his face more defined and delicate, he has features from his mother as well. And really, it's his eyes that he loves the most, they're his mother's eyes. Whenever that's said his heart just swells, because he knows that the eyes are windows to the soul. And that just means everything to him, because he's got his mother's heart and that will never change.

Really though, he just loves this in general. He loves his family, he loves his home, and it's nice. It's nice and this is something that he just doesn't want to change, that he doesn't want to lose. He grins and snuggles down in his mother's lap, and he hopes, hopes that it will never change. He doesn't want this to ever end.

(Except of course it does, and it's all the rat's fault.)

October 31st, Halloween. The holiday is amusing really, even if he's unable to really understand that much about it. Something to do with spirits and candy? He's not really complaining anyway. The day went by as usual and the night began as every other one did. It is nice, quite and peaceful with barely a disturbance in the air. They've been in hiding for a while of course, something about a prophecy and all but he could care less. He's here safe and happy with his parents, when something flickers on the edge of his senses.

He sits up straighter on his mother's lap and she startles a bit putting down her book and looking at him. There's something wrong and he tilts his head to the side trying to figure out what it is. There's a noise and everything just goes completely still. It's in that moment that he just knows, he knows that everything is coming down around them. He knows that this is it and he clutches automatically at his mother's shirt, he doesn't want this. It's wrongwrongwrong, they've been betrayed. The rat betrayed them, the rat, Pettigrew betrayed them.

"He's here Lily, take Harry and go! It's him! Go! Run! I'll hold him off" He can feel the pure malevolence in the air, the twisted, wrong and just plain sickly chakra of the other. It makes him want to scream, to cry, to curl up and shiver, but mostly it makes him want to runrunrun and get out of there as quickly as possible. He's scooped up and the next thing he knows they're in his room, a bang echoing behind them. Lily, his mother, his mother, gently hushes him as she sits him in his crib. He watches with dawning horror filling his eyes as his mother rushes to draw numerous symbols quickly on the walls and the floor around his crib before gently kissing him on the forehead.

'No, no... Kami No!' he whimpers as she spins around to face the horrid monster of a man that's attacking them. "Ma-ma?" he just barely manages to choke out the word and is rewarded with the ghost of a smile before the door's swinging open. He's helpless, unable to do anything at all, there's nothing. His eyes ache, they burn and the next thing he knows everything is much clearer, sharper, it's the Sharingan. (And isn't that just awesome! He still has it. Has it when right now he really, really doesn't want to.) Everything just seems to stop and go in slow motion from that point and he really doesn't want it to.

"Not Harry, not Harry, please not Harry!"

"Stand aside you silly girl. Stand aside now."

"Not Harry, please no, take me, kill me instead." The symbols drawn over the walls and floors glow lightly at the words. He's only just able to note that through his absolute horror, this is just wrong. "Not Harry! Please … have mercy … have mercy… " The monster apparently loses his patience at this and he now listens to his mother scream, a horrible, horrible high pitched laugh and green fills his vision.

Harry's eyes are burning, Obito's eyes are burning, they're burning. His eyes are burning and his family's dead, again. He's an orphan, again. They're dead, they'redead, they'redead. He's breathing is speeding up as the man stands in front of him, an evil self-satisfied smirk on their face, contemptuous. Once more green fills his vision, he fully expects to die, again. Instead everything just explodes; Painpainpain, ithurtssomuch he begins to wail as the sound of an explosion fills the air and someone screams in rage. His eyes are still burning and he's actually feeling a bit dizzy. Unable to cope for much longer he drops off, the darkness absolute bliss.