PANT… PANT… PANT

Fifty order members surrounded us. All that was left of the Deatheaters was just the two of us – Tom and I. The final battle, the place were we were to triumph was over. They had lost. I can just imagine what will happen to all the dark witches and wizards that live in Britain. They would be prosecuted, books burned, any trace of dark magic would be destroyed. Everything we had fought for would be gone.

It's just Tom and me standing back to back. I reach over and grab Tom's free hand. We knew that we were about to die. No matter how powerful we were, we could never fight against these odds.

"I love you Tom"

"I love you too Harry"

The wands of the Order members glowed a sickly green and with the utterance of two short words, the world turned black.

I woke up to the smell of disinfectant. I knew that smell well from my time at Hogwarts. Opening my eyes I found myself in a cot with a nurse standing over me. She looked really pretty with flawless smooth white skin, bright red lipstick, and tightly curled brown hair like one of those dolled up women from the 20's. She even had a small nurse's hat that was perched precariously on the top of her head.

"Hello sweetheart, can you tell me were you are?"

"The hospital wing"

"Yes, you're at a hospital. You were found in the park covered in blood. Do you remember what happened to you?"

What's wrong with this woman? Doesn't she know who he was? The lightnight bolt scar should have given it away. I figure that if she doesn't know who I was, than their was no point telling her. "Umm, can you tell me what happened at Hogwarts?"

"Hogwarts, never heard of the place. Is that were your from? Funny name that is. Is that were your mommy is?" Ok, now I understand. She's a muggle. Time to fake it.

"Yeah, it's the school I go to. Can you tell me where I am and the date." Hopefully he hadn't been gone too long. If I had escaped the battle, maybe Tom did too.

"Well, my name is Rebecca Shriver and you are in London. You have been asleep for a very long time. It's 10 o'clock in the morning of June 15th

Harry was officially freaked out. It didn't take long to get all the information he needed from Rebecca. It seemed like he had transported himself back 70 years and was now in the body of a four year old. Weird things always happened to him when he got hit by the Avada Kadavera. Good news, it seemed like Tom was alive even it he was also in the body of a four year old and wouldn't know him. He could be Tom's guardian angel or something. Be his best friend and keep him from doing something stupid like inciting the suspicions of Dumbledore or making too many Horcruxes.

It wasn't hard to convince the doctors and police officers that he was just an innocent orphan boy and with a little bit of mental nudging with legitimacy, he was heading off to Wool's Orphanage. It really was a sorry place. Real dull and gloomy. Why anyone would want to live there was a mystery to him (not that most of the orphans got a choice).

Meeting Ms. Cole was enlightening. It was obvious that she had just gotten the job. She was so excited to "help the poor dears". Harry wondered when she lost her naivety and started keeping all the donation money for herself.

"Well Harrison, you're going to have a lot of fun here. There are many kids your age so will make lots of friends to play with" she squealed. She led him into a playroom with maybe twenty children on the floor playing with blocks and handmade dolls. "Everyone, this is Harrison Potter. He will be living with us from now on" she announced. "Harry this is Dennis, Amy, Natalie, her brother Nate, Anna…" and the list went on. Why she thought he would remember all these children's names was beyond him. All he wanted to see was Tom. After she finished listing all the children, Harry said "Hi everyone, it's a pleasure to meet you. Is that everyone?"

The children gathered around him in a huddle. A snotty nose kid whispered "Yeah, that's everyone except The Demon."Harry arched his eyebrow. Why did he have the feeling that he knew who The Demon was? "Nobody knows his name but he always comes downstairs for food. Otherwise he's in the dormitory closet reading." Harry rolled his eyes; of course Mr. Hot-and-sexy-genius-boy could read at the age of four. Harry decided that he would play with the other kids for now and meet with Tom during lunch.

By the time lunch arrived, Harry was starving. The food at the hospital was barely edible so anything that didn't look like cat sick was going to be appreciated. When entering the mess area, it wasn't hard to pick out Tom. He was the first one there and had an entire table to himself. It seemed like he was already done and was heading out the door. Harry decided that missing one meal was worth getting to meet Tom privately for the first time, Harry followed him.

Outside, Tom was walking down to the playground with a book under his arm. Harry ran to catch up to him and yelled out "HEY!"

Tom stopped and turned around as Harry caught up with him. Grinning Harry extended his hand and said "Hi, I'm –"

"Harry?" Tom breathed out his eyes wide. He had dropped the book on the ground and he stood there stock still.

Harry also stood still "Tom, do you recognize me?" Harry asked tentatively not daring to breath.

"Are you really my Harry?" Tom asked still shocked

"Yes Tom, it's me." Harry's face was streaming with tears. Then his tackled Tom and cried.