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**Harry Potter

Harry had not, in fact, been sleeping. Awake the entire time, he couldn't seem to  open his eyes, no matter how he tried. Even his magic had not been working as it should.

The reason for this predicament, it turned out, was that the driver of the enslaved fire bird, the old man with lies as a foundation, had laid that wretched charm onto his mother. 

The liar had believed that the red-haired inconsiderate would die with her last wish being for the protection and life of the fat birthmate she valued so highly above him. Of course, she had done no such thing.

In  her mind and spiritual presence, he had seen in her a greed filled and attention seeking core. Her last wish before death had been that her youngest child could have behaved normally.

As she'd lain dying, a very rare moment of her rediscovering his unique intelligence and power had occurred. She'd sensed his magical core, and in that breath of time, she believed the false future-truth the liar had told her of. She thought the Dark one had come for him, and that he was the reason she was dying.

Harry had also known she was dying though, so he hadn't wiped her mind of the knowledge of his specialness. It hadn't seemed worth the effort. Lily had not known that the strangely clothes-obsessed silver bearded liar had laid the charm on her, so neither did Harry. If he had, he would have been sure to clear him from her mind so that such an event could not happen.

"It was him!  It was Harry the prophecy was written about! He is the reason that You-Know-Who came to kill me! I wish he could just act like a normal child."

And that was that. With that last self centered wish, Lily Potter had sentenced her son to time essentially chained. 

While he might not have a perfect eidetic memory, his was still impressive. Distinctly, he could quote the last thoughts of the woman who sired him, and he knew there was not an emphasis wrongly remembered. Somehow he'd known, as he usually did, that the moment had been important to remember.

Because of the power a life sacrifice generated all on its own, until he found the true counter to the charm Lily had been placed under he would be bound to her last wish. His own magic wasn't going to be able to break through it purely by force, because death magic wound around the living was a very refined art that required a great deal of focus.

He'd be stuck acting as a normal child rather than just fixing he minds of those who saw him for part of what he truly was. He did not allow them to remember any strange behaviors in the event that one ran into a legilimens who might know what Harry was.

To be honest, Harry had no true guess as to what or who he was. In no minds had he ever encountered anything like himself. He'd learned words for most of the things he did, basic theories on how he could be as he is, and many many convoluted stretches as to what he could be. None were very believable.

In the slaver's mind, he'd found no counter to the charm the old man performed. The silk tongue and clothed man hadn't bothered finding a counter charm because he figured his plan was foolproof and couldn't be spoiled by anything.

Arrogance truly was an unattractive and unhelpful trait in a man.

Still, he found himself grateful for the few minutes he'd gotten to speak as himself with the Dark one. Harry had seen the chords of his future possibilities all tangled up with the crazy man's, who'd been fool enough to get his soul broken into pieces.

The first time had not been of the Dark one's choosing, he'd been under the liar's spell of ordering actions, called the Imperius Curse or some such nonsense. The next several fragmentations and transplants had been influenced by insanity.

He knew that they had been made when the man was not right in the head, but still. 

Harry assumed a person would normally feel guilt if they had done as he had, but the opportunity had just been too tempting to resist. As the magical warding he'd set to guard his secrets had banished the man, he'd taken one of the soul fragments for himself. It was just a small piece, but he'd been so fascinated by the man that he'd wished to have a memento to keep for himself.

Other than those few minutes with the man before the charm had settled in and taken affect, he knew the situation would be bad from here on out. In the minds of the silk-worded fox with starred robes and the cat teacher, he'd connected the Dursleys they insisted on placing him with to Petunia.

Petunia was the girl he'd seen often in Lily's younger memories. He knew that she was his aunt, and that a large grudge was automatically going to be held against him by the woman. She had so wanted magic for herself, and Harry knew that the jealousy would most certainly spark a miserable life for him.

Since the aim of the wish had been to make him seem more normal, he found he could still preform magic. For example, all protections were still in place guarding his true power level, intelligence, and true nature. 

He also could still maintain his glamour. Surely if he appeared as he was, he'd not be regarded as normal in the least, going directly against the wish.

Even with all the knowledge he held inside him, Harry had no idea if what was to come next for him. Would it be better if he charmed himself into being a perfectly ordinary kid? 

Well, a wizarding kid, of course. That would be expected of him. But he could surely cast a permanent glamour and shields. Maybe a couple protection charms and a magic regulator. Harry would also have to change his intelligence to that of the average child, and cut off any knowledge of his mental capabilities. He couldn't exactly think himself normal if he could read everyone's minds, and that could cause problems for him down the road.

The thought of cutting himself off like that was frightening to him, but he did not view the world as most around him did. He saw more objectively than others and figured that going about this logically was the best approach. 

Maybe if he were to set his gifts on a sort of time lapse? Make it so when he was ten and a half, he'd get a message from himself explaining why he cut the magic off  so he had time to readjust before getting his letter for Hogwarts later that summer.

Settling deeper into his blanket, he put magic about him to keep him warm and dry. The message was carefully thought out before he made a memory of himself thinking it and spelled it to his future self. Then, he crafted a working that would reintroduce him to his magical abilities over the course of three months, giving him an additional three months to get used the magic again.

At last when all his affairs were in order, he forced his magic to do every task he needed of it simultaneously. He couldn't very well make himself think like a baby before getting rid of his magic and without his magic he couldn't make himself have the mind of a toddler.

Harry then fell asleep, tucked in a basket on the front stoop of Number 4 Privet Drive.