A/N: Sooo, I wasn't planing on publishing this online anytime soon. Or ever. This story is probably the most self-fulfilling thing ever and I was going to just keep it in my computer for me to write on a bad day. But then I thought, 'hey maybe someone else would find this entertaining'.

And here I am.

Before you start reading thing story there is a few things I would warn you. While this story is primarily a Harry Potter fanfiction, there will be other works in it as well. I didn't want to label this as a crossover since this website makes it harder to find those and you can only have two crossovers. But the plot is mainly going to be Harry Potter. The other works that I have in mind is Twilight, (Naruto), Supernatural, Doctor who, Sherlock, (Buffy), and Fullmetal Alchemist. Some of these would be more like cameos, like Twilight and Supernatural since those take place in America, but I thought I should warn you all.

Anyways, sorry for any spelling/grammar mistakes that I missed.

Chapter 1: What even is my life?

Age: 3 months

Things were a confusing mess for a long time.

Even considering the fact my last memory that made any sense was me being hit by a truck that was skidded out, it didn't feel like I was dead or dreaming. I could feel things, and over time was able to see once more. It wasn't too far, but I had been nearsighted so it wasn't something I worried about.

But what I did worry about was that I didn't recognize anyone.

Instead of my mom or dad or even little brother who wasn't so little anymore, there was a young women around my age with bright red hair and a man the same age who looked like an Indian supermodel.

But with glasses, which made him even hotter in my mind.

There was also a baby who would visit and try giving me his toys. I would smile at him, but still wondered why he was even there. There was bars on the bed, and I keep seeing things that didn't make sense. It could be possible that I got brain trauma and had to be put in a secure area, but then why was there a child there as well? The redhead and hot guy (though I thought both were pretty hot in their own way) were obvious his parents, but the kid would only sleep and play in that room.

Not to mention it looked more like a kids room then any hospital.

The only other adults I saw would be carrying sticks around like they were wands or something, and then crazy things would happen. Like the toys the baby tried giving me would just float back to him, or color shapes would appear out of thin air. I wanted to call it magic (or just misinterpretation what was happening) but couldn't think about that for long.

It would just give me a massive headache that had me crying because it hurt so much.

Which brought me to another issue. The young parents of the boy would interact with me. Often. They talked to me like a baby, and nothing they said made sense. I could understand what they were saying even if they had a quite the british accent, but it just didn't make sense.

They talked about magic way too often then what I would consider normal, and a war was mentioned a few times. I knew I was out for a while, but I wish I could get better so I could ask what the hell was happening. I haven't even started physical therapy.

They would also... pick me up? It seemed like that was what was happening from the shift in position and the faint brush of air from the movement. However, I was clearly too big to be picked up like a child.

Before I could think about more about that, my lovely headache would kick in and I would be screaming from the pain.

When the headache lessened and become just a dull pain in the front of my head, I continued my new pastime of silently observing.

The lights were off and the blinds were closed, but even I could hear the soft breathing from the young boy. If I was forced to pick an age, I could have called him 16 months not because I thought that was true but because I always thought it was weird to count babys by months after they are one. I heard his parents call him Harry a few times, but I still just referred to him as the boy in my mind.

And I wasn't able to talk, no matter how hard I tried. It was like when I broke my face and had to work twice as hard to speak in a way so others could understand. Like having a speech disorder wasn't enough.

A loud crack broke me out of my thoughts, followed by yelling.

I was able to lift my head in time to see the women barge into the room, closing the door behind her as she looked for something.

"No, no, please James. I can't do this without you." She muttered as she frantically looked around the room.

She only stopped after locking eyes with me.

"Don't worry Azalea, I will do anything to make sure that... thing doesn't get you or Harry." She said with a smile despite the tears silently falling down her cheek.

I tried my best to raise an eyebrow at her, because my name wasn't Azalea, but it just caused the lady to chuckle.

"I...I think I have a plan. It's... I am so sorry, but I don't think I have any other choice. Know that your father and I love you too, and be brave."

Like she was some hero from a action movie, the door was blown off its hinges just as she finished saying that. She turned dramatically, staring the intruder down without any fear showing on her face.

It was really badass.

"Give me the boy." A odd sounding voice said.

Something about it struck me as wrong, but my headache was starting to come back and all I could do at that time was keep quiet and watch.

"Never."

"Then die. AVADA KEDAVRA!" The cultic looking man yelled, pointing a stick just as green light filled the room.

The women fell backwards. Her eyes were still open, unblinking.

I realized in horror that the women was dead. That the girl who might have even been younger than me was just killed by some cult weirdo and a freaking green light. I continued staring even as the man walked passed, to the bed by the window where the boy slept.

I couldn't move. I just stared at the women who was very nice to me, even though I didn't know why (I did, but I just didn't want to). I knew that the man was probably going to kill the boy, but I couldn't look away. I never seen a dead body before, but I remember me how I died.

How? I should still be dead.

That heaven or hell or an afterlife wasn't real, and why was I still alive?!

Green light filled the room along with two screams.

The man was gone.

The boy was crying and I felt like joining him.

Nothing made sense.

"Blimey James! No, no, no, you can't be dead!" A voice I heard a few times before called out.

"How... that RAT! I'll kill him. I'll kill him!"

A door was slammed shut and I finally looked away. There was something bright in the upper corner of the window that even with my bad vision I knew was a full moon. That only think that would make this night 'better' was if it was halloween as well.

Knowing my luck it probably was.

I'm not sure how long the boy cried before falling back asleep, but once he did more people came.

Their talking was more hushed, and I wasn't able to make out exactly what they were saying. But I assume they found the body of the hot guy and already figured that the women just be dead as well.

I realized that I need to let them know that the boy is still alive, and I struggled to sit up. It took way longer than I wanted to amend even to myself, but once I did I tried calling for help.

"'ELP!"

So my speech was still off, but I didn't have any teeth so considering that I was pleased it even sounded vaguely like a word.

I heard heavy footstep that seemed to shake the whole building. Then in the doorway I saw the biggest man ever. At first I thought It was a bear, but then he spoke.

"Blimey, Professor! Lilly's in here, and their kids are still alive!"

More footsteps came and more blurry figured joined the bear man.

"No doubt. Voldemort was here." A old sounding man said, walking over to where the cult murder was.

He picked up another stick, and the other two figures gasped.

"Where is he then?"

"I do not know."

A silence fell and while I was all for these people playing detective to figure out what the hell happened here, they should make sure the kid is alright.

"EH!" I yelled again, and the three figured turned to me.

"But I think there is other things we should do first. Hagrid? Would you mind taking the young Potters with you?"

"Of course Sir!" The bear man said, already walking over with his heavy steps.

Over to me.

Then in an effortless move, he reached over the bars of my bed and lifted me up under the arms. Then moved me to the side so that I saw sitting on only one of his arms. I knew the man was large, but there was no way he could do that to a fully grown women that I was!

"Don't worry lassy, you're safe now." The man said as he comforted me like I was a child.

It was completely degrading and if I wasn't dealing with a splitting headache at the time I would have glared at the man. I knew in the back of my head what this all meant. After all, the sherlock stories were some of my favorite of a kid and being reborn as a baby in another world where there was magic that followed very closely to another story I read as a kid, would be impossible.

An impossibility that is the only possibility left.

But it was like my mind was rejecting the idea. Or maybe my chronic headaches were caused from my adult memories being stuffed in a baby's brain. Whatever the reason, my ability to reason was seriously impacted at that time.

The boy was soon resting in the bear-Man's other hand, still sound asleep. The kid was too young to remember any of this after a few month. That was too bad. His parents seemed like awesome people.

"Hagrid, you can take Black's bike. He wouldn't be needing it where he's going." A woman's voice said, and the Man-Bear moved.

"Right. If you say so Miss. Bones."

I was seriously wishing I had some glasses on so at the very least I could see these stranger's faces. They sounded sad, like they personally knew the couple. Not to mention that Hagrid name only made me think of one thing... that only increased my headache to the point where I was seriously wondering if my brain was going to explode.

"Don't worry Azalea, I'll get a healer to look at you and your brother, then you'll be with your family. Dumbledore said you have an aunt and a uncle." The man said, and I could hear his rumbling voice through his chest.

The sound of a motorcycle filled the early morning, but instead of moving forward, we went up. In the sky. It got cool very quickly, and the bear of a man readjusted me so I was inside his fur coat and unable to see anything.

It was nice and warm, and despite my best efforts, I slowly fell into a deep sleep.