The Life He Deserved

Chapter 1

The first thing Harry is aware of is a thud and a broken scream of 'James'. His father was just murdered. Harry wanted to cry, he didn't want to experience this again, but it wasn't a choice. He was then aware of his mother holding him tight to her chest. Harry gazed up to see tear glazed eyes, its bright green mirroring his own. This was his beloved mother. Not having much control of his small body, Harry could barely do anything much to his distress. But he tried anyways.

"M-ma-mu-m I l-lu-lav yo-you." He stuttered out. His mum looked at him with shock for a moment before giving him a quivering smile and wrapping her arms tighter around him.

"Mumma loves you too sweetheart. I love you so much, don't ever forget that." She whispered out, her face streaming with tears. There was some crashes and his mother put him in the crib to face her death. Harry wanted to desperately stop it, but he could not. He shut his eyes, not wanting to experience the pain of losing his parents again. He heard the begging and pleading, the spell hitting her with a scream, and the thud of his other parent. He knew it was his turn. Harry looked up with his glazed eyes and stared at the wand in front of him. What he didn't expect was a murmured apology.

"I'm sorry little one, but I have to finish what I started, and I can't allow anything to stop me." The tone was quiet, and even a little sad. Harry was completely shocked; a heartless monster wouldn't apologize that way. He then watched as the spell was whispered out, only to deflect back at him. Before he knew it, he lost conscious.

Harry woke up to realize he was in the stupid basket in front of the Dursleys. Oh, how he wished he could get revenge on them, but that wasn't worth it. He still hadn't reigned his limbs well, but his magic was powerful. He managed to apparate to the only location he was currently aware of, Grimmauld Place. When he landed in a bedroom, his bedroom, he focused his metamorphmagus abilities to make himself older. It was taxing to do without practice, but in a couple of minutes he appeared to be a six-year-old boy. He decided to alter his appearance to something more appealing than he used to look. He had straight slightly long hair reaching down his neck, and his features were soft but defined, making him look sophisticated. His body seemed lean and tall for his age, and he no longer needed the horrid glasses. He looked cute but with an air of intensity. The older body made it easier to control his limbs, so he spent some time relearning basic tasks such as walking, talking, and writing. Once he figured everything out which was rather easy for him, he climbed into the grimy bed and fell asleep.

When he opened his eyes the next morning, it took him a moment to realize he wasn't dreaming and to look around in nostalgia. The room was nearly identical to the way it used to be. Or would be. He was confused with the time travelling. He was heading downstairs when he was grabbed from behind by small, blistered hands and the screeching of 'INTRUDER! INTRUDER!' broke his eardrums. Harry, being annoyed, blasted the elf away with pure magic and screamed back.

"Shut up Kreacher! My name is Harry Potter, and I am your master as Sirius is my godfather. Now stop screaming!" Harry yelled. Kreacher looked at him with wide, bulging eyes.

"I'm sorry master, what shall Kreacher do for master?" The house elf croaked out as if it physically hurt to call him master.

"Well first make me an English breakfast then clean my room. After that I want you to go shopping for ingredients for food and potions, as well as gardening supplies for potion plants." Harry ordered in an authoritative voice.

"Of course, master." Kreacher replied still looking as if it pained him and disappeared. Harry sighed and headed to the kitchen where in a couple minutes Kreacher popped in with his breakfast. Harry ate slowly while contemplating his plan for the day. He was going to Gringotts first obviously, then he'd head to Diagon and possibly Knockturn for some things. Afterward, he'd set up the house and start training. Then a thought occurred to him. Sirius, Remus, and Snape. Harry would absolutely not let his Godfather rot in that hellhole. He knew he could attempt to locate a lawyer to get him out, but with his age that'd be difficult. Remus, he knew he could contact simply by owl and ask to meet him, though he'd be confused by his age so maybe not. He settled on simply meeting him in person to explain. Lastly was Snape. He died a hero, and Harry regretted not getting along with him. He was surely going to fix that this time around. He knew he had a weakness for his mother now, so he could simply contact him over information on his mother, or he could just meet him like Remus. He'd decide depending on his loyalty towards Dumbledore. With that settled, Harry apparated out to Gringotts.