Disclaimer: Unfortunately, no matter how much I want it for Christmas, I can't claim ownership of the Harry Potter Series. That goes to J. K. Rowling.

Summary: Harry thought he had finally died for good this time, but when Death sends Harry, Tom Riddle and Snape back in time to be reborn as brothers? Harry knows he won't be able to rest in peace for a long time. Not when your mission is to change the entire time line.

Authors Note: Heya guys! I'm rlly excited to write this fic, I have tons of ideas!! In this one it's gonna be Ravenclaw!Harry, Powerful!Harry, Manipulative!Dumbledore, and a slight Ron, Ginny!Bashing. Hope your prepared, and if you don't like the fic, just don't read it. If you DO like it, please review! I would love to hear your suggestions for improvements and if I make any mistakes please let me know so I can fix them! :)

Would also like to mention that I adopted this story from Toni42 so thank you! I admit the stories from the first chapter and a bit are practically the same, but I really didn't want to change the first chapter much because I loved it and I thought it was a great starting point.

Chapter 1

Harry was tired. He was tired of living. His time had finally come though and he would finally see his family again. He was just over 100 years old, he had children, grandchildren. The first part of his life had been spent ina cupboard, then hlf of his life had been fighting a war and the remainder had been cleaning up the aftermaths.

Ironically, he had outlived everyone. Ron had passed when he was 69, Hermione when she was 74. George had lasted until he was 37 but he couldnt keep going on without his other half, his twin, Fred. Percy had been killed during his 3rd year as the Minister while he was 62 by some of the lesser dark families who were angry that they didnt hold much political power when they realized that Percy couldnt be bribed. Charlie had passed away peacefully at 91, Bill at 87 and Ginny at 80. Many others were gone now as well, like McGonagall, Flitwick, Luna, Neville, Draco Malfoy, Sprout, Hagrid and many, many others. Too many.

However Harry took peace in the fact that he was now about to join them.

He lay down on his bed with a deep sigh as he closed his eyes. He listened to his heart beat slow as he let himself sink into his memories. He remembered when he had first found out he was a wizard, when he met Ron and Hermione for the first time, fighting the troll and becoming friends. The fight for the philosophers stone, saving Ginny from the Chamber of secrets. Meeting Sirius for the very first time, meeting Remus. Being entered in the triwizard tournament, Christmas at Grimmauld Place, the last time he had seen Sirius smile. Meeting his godson Teddy for the first time and then marrying Ginny and having their three children.

Harry took one last, shuddering breath and let his muscles relax, his heart letting out its last beat, the smiling faces of his loved ones flashing before his closed eyelids before it came to a complete stop.

Harry fell into the unknown. What he thought would be his final sleep, never to wake up again. Oh how wrong he was.

Death turned his hands in a slow circle, directing a black whisp of smoke as he did so.Reaching up, he touched two of his long fingers together he drew them down and the" across, creating a triangle which touched the edges of the circle. He then took one, long finger and touched the tip of the triangle, before bringing it down to touch the bottom.

This was the mark of the Deathly Hallows.

"Are you sure this is a good idea?" a young man with neat black hair and deep blue eyes asked, looking towards Death and then to the symbol curiously.

"I am sure, Antioch, do not question me" Death replied in a deep voice that sent shivers down the young mans spine.

"I like that name" Antioch said, grinning slightly. "Its more... unique than Tom is"

"Very true" said another wizard, this one with shoulder-length black, greasy hair. He looked much warmer, much happier than he did in life. "I seemed to have been the only one of us given a unique name."

"Yes" Antioch said. "But i would much rather be called Tom rather than Severus- it does meanserventafter all, Cadmus."

Cadmus frowned slightly at this but decided not to comment.

It was now impossibly rare to see the old, corrupted monster that his apparent brother had been when he was alive. It had all changed when he entered the land of the dead. While alive, he never had the power to love, for the concept had been taken away from him when his father had been under the influence of a love potion while he had been conceived and had accidentally passed it on to his son, not that the man would have ever cared. But now, in death, the potion had been broken off and for the first time ever, Tom Riddle felt something other than anger and greed. He does show his older self from time to time, even his deep hatred to his muggle father, but it was more- well,human.

"Ignotus will be arriving shortly." Death announced, now hovering over a shimmering black cauldron. "Then we shall add the last ingrediants."

"Should we not let him see his family first?" Antioch asked, a small frown playing on his features.

"I would agree with you whole heartedly, Antioch, but this potion is very time sensetive and we only have a small opening of time to explain what is happening to him. Besides, it is best to not re-open old wounds. His friends and family have already been dead for many years and he has made peace with that. We do not want them to reunite with each other, only to cruelly have to seperate them, never to see eachother again, do we?" Death replied solemly.

"We need to make a list of what we need to do as well." Cadmus commented, pulling out a few pieces of parchment from his black robes.

"Antioch and I have already written down a few things, but we need Ignotus as he was the one who actually did most of them and he can list things we may have forgotten"

"Its not like the list will magically appear in our pockets once we get there. We'll have to get a hold of a quill and some parchment as soon as possible" Antioch said.

"We are going to bereborn" Cadmus said, struggling not to roll his eyes. "It will be a long time before we will actually be able to do anything at all. What age do children learn to write again?"

"Quiet"Death hissed irritably, raising his head. There was silence for a moment, the two brothers watching the hooded figure quietly. Death lowered his head and turned back to his cauldron, as there was a mighty crash behind them. Both Antioch and Cadmus whirled around as Death spoke without looking at them.

"Ignotus has arrived"

"Harry!"

The room was spinning and Harry couldnt see who was speaking to him. He just laid back and tried his best to keep himself from vomiting.

"Just... give me a few minutes" he groaned in pain, oblivious to the soft chuckles he had gained from the two other men in the room.

"Come on, up you get" a deep voice said from above him. Harry felt someone grabbing his arms and lifting him up off the floor. Slightly unsteady on his feet, Harry ended up crashing into their chest. Rather than getting shoved off of the person, Harry felt himself getting pulled into a suffocating hug from both the person who he had crashed into and someone who had come up behind him. And both, to his great annoyance, were taller than him.

Suddenly realising that the strangers height really wasnt the biggest issue here, he decided to get some answers.

"Er... who are you?" Harry asked hesitatly, trying and failing to discreetly pull away from the hug.

He didnt notice the flash of hurt crossing over both of the mens faces, due to being squished into their chests.

"Apologies, Harry, we let our emotions get the better of us" the second voice said from behind him. Once he was released from the hugs he came to a startling realisation.

The first man who he had crashed into was none other than a young Tom Riddle. He couldnt quite stop a wave of fear crashing over him.

He had defeated him! What was he doing here?

Reaching into his back pocket, he was alarmed to realise that he didnt have his wand with him.

"Do not judge him for his past actions so much. The past is long behind us and he is a different man now" the second man said quietly. Spinning around quickly, because he recognised that voice, he knew he did-

Severus Snape.

Fighting the urge to faint, he turned back to the young Tom Riddle, trying to convince himself that it was all a dream.

"How?" he asked shakily.

Snape slowly walked over to Tom Riddle's side, shooting Harry concerned glances the whole way.

"This will take a lot of explaining on our part and we dont exactly have a lot of time to do it" Tom said nervously.

"Then shorten it down" Harry said tensely.

Shooting each other another worried glance, they began to tell Harry what all three of them were about to do. And what a tale it was.

"We are going to bereborn?!"Harry screeched.

"Again. We are going to be reborn again" Snape explained gently, worried for a more violent reaction which would surely be on the way.

"This isnt the first time we have reborn." Tom intergected quickly, obviously sensing the danger as well.

"In both of our past lives we have made tremendous mistakes which have changed the course of history. What Death realised was that the problem was that in neither of our lives did we ever retain our memories. That is what will change this time. We are going back to the past, to be someone new and with the memories we have now, we should be able to prevent the 2nd Dark War." he said softly, trying desperately to explain.

It was a far-fetched idea, Harry knew that. He had no reason to trust them. And yet... something told him he could. They had no reason to lie anyway did they? Taking a deep breath, Harry tried to remai calm and think rationally.

"Ok" Harry told them slowly, cursing that his voice sounded slightly shaky.

That single word seemed to brighten up their faces completely, which confused Harry. Didnt they used to hate him when they were all alive?

"Why are both of you acting civil with me all of a sudden?" Harry asked warily, shifting his gaze between them.

"That would be better explained by me" a gravely voice said from behind him.

Whirling around, Harry saw a figure he recognised immidiately. Tall and cloaked in black, a deep hood obscuring his face and floating ever so slightly above the ground. Death.

"Death" Harry said respecfully, bowing his head slightly in recognition.

"Masterof Death" he responded in an amused tone. "Long has it been since we have spoken"

Harry remained quiet. Death never showed up without a reason and their meetings always went quicker if he just let him get on with it.

"I suppose you are looking for the last piece of the puzzle" he inquired. Seeing Harry's inquisitive look, he continued on.

"The answer as to the identity of your past live. The answer to a long forgotten question. The answer to your very being. Who is your soul?" Death asked quietly, almost to himself with that annoyingly knowing look of his.

Obviously not expecting an answer, Death held out a slightly smoking bottle to him, a potion, he realised. "Before you drink, i think it would be prudent to at least tell one of your stories. One that is a little less known. And yet is still a well known legend."

He left Harry to wonder what the hell he meant as he walked up to the wall in front of them as both Snape and Tom settled on either side of him. Not quite touching, because they knew he still didnt feel comfortable with them.

He turned his attention to Death, who had cast numerous shadows across the dark room and started to make shadow figures with his powers onto the wall.

"There were once three brothers, who were travelling along a lonely winding road at twilight"

Death spoke softly. And suddenly Harry realised which story was being told. He knew who his past live had been and it scared him.

"In time, the brothers reached a river too tretcherous to pass. But being learned in the magical arts, the three brothers simply waved their wands and made a bridge"

Harry watched in awe as three shadowy figures, one bulky, one lean and one small, all waved their wands and created a bridge out tree roots. It was astounding magical control.

"Before they could cross, however, they found their path blocked by a hooded figure"

A tall, skeletal figure emerged from a whirlwind of leaves and looked menacingly at all three of the young men.

"It was Death, and he felt cheated"

All three of the young men watching history play out felt a shiver of fear run down their spines. Death wasangry.None of them particuarly wanted to see that. Ever.

"Cheated because travellers would normally drown in the river. But Death was cunning. He pretended to congratulate the three brothers on their magic and said that each had earned a prize in being clever enough to evade him"

Harry felt a sense of foreboding. He knew the ending of this story and it wasnt pleasant. One thing was for sure though that he had learnt from this. Never piss off Death.

"The oldest asked for a wand more powerful than any in existance. So Death fashioned him one from an elder tree that stood nearby"

Harry watched as the shadow created the Elder wand and hand it to the oldest brother and he gave Tom a discreet side-glance. If what he thought was true, then they msut have been the three brothers from the story, which made Tom the oldest. Antioch, he thought the name was. Power hungry in both lives, he mused.

"The second brother decided he wanted to humiliate death even further and asked for the power to recall loved ones from the grave. So Death plucked a stone from the river and offered it to him"

Despite himself, Harry found himself comparing the second brother, Cadmus, to Snape as he saw the shadowshadow figure of death conjure the stone and hand it over. He felt pity in realising that to ask for such a gift, he must have lost someone dear to him in his first life as well.

"Finally, Daeth turned to the third brother. A humble man, he asked for something that would allow him to go forth from that place without being followed by Death. And so it was that Death reluctantly handed over his own cloak of invisibility."

Feeling the stares of both Tom and Snape, or as he reminded himself, Antioch and Cadmus, he shrank in on himself, trying to get them to stop looking at him. Thankfully after a short while, they both turned their attention back to the story and Harry let himself relax slightly.

"The first brother travelled to a distant villiage, where with the Elder wand in hand, he killed a wizard with whom he had once quarreled."

Harry watched with an uneasy feeling in his stomach as he watched the shadow figure of the first brother strike down the man in cold blood. He didnt notice the worried looks Tom- no, Antioch, kept sending him.

"Drunk with the power that the Elder wand had given him, he btagged of his invincibiliy.But that night, another wizard stole the wand and slit the brother's throat for good measure"

All three men shivered in fear as the bloodstained blew out the candle in the images they were shown. Despite not knowing him as Antioch, Harry felt extremely upset by witnessing his death, and so he tentatively reached out for his hand and gave it a small squeeze. He was relieved when he felt a strong responding squeeze answer his. It left him feeling warm.

"And so Death took the first brother for his own.The second brother journeyd to his home, where he took the stone and turned it thrice in hand. To his delight, the girl he had once hoped to marry before her untimely death appeared before him. Yet soon she turned sad, and cold, for she did not belong in the mortal world. Driven mad with hopeless longing, the second brother killed himself so as to join her. And so Death took the second brother"

The fate of the second brother chilled him to the bone. It was way too similiar for comfort. The similarities between the lives of Cadmus Perevell and Severus Snape were astounding. Seeing that Cadmus, for that was what he would now call him, needed comfort, he took his hand in his own and stared fixedly ahead, waiting for his part in the story. He didnt notice the almost painful look of hope the two older men shared between them.

"As for the third brother, death searched for many years but was never able to find him. Only when attained a great age did the youngest brother shed the cloak of invisibility and give it to his son. He then greeted death as an old friend, and went with him gladly, departing this life as equals."

As the shadow figure of Death and the third brother flew away, Harry took out the smoking potion which he had placed in his pocket and stared at it, trying to decide what he wanted to do.

"That vial of potion opens up many new possibilities for you. It will re-open your mind. You will live through your memories, you will gain abilities that you had in your past lives. You will be able to claim inheritances to Ancient and long forgotten families which you had access to in your previous lives as the Perevell brothers." Death said quietly.

"You will be who you are truly meant to be" Death said sadly, almost in longing. That was when Harry realised something. He looked at all of their faces. They all screamed of sadness, pain, happiness, but most prominant was longing. They all remembered who he had once been. Death truly did see him as an 'old friend' as was said in the story and Antioch and Cadmus both grew up with him apparently, they both longed for a younger brother. A younger brother who was just out of reach. A family, he realised. This was what he had been missing. What he had longed for. What he could now have.

Without another second of hesitation, he uncorked the vial, pinched his nose shut, downed the contents and swollowed. The last thing he felt before he blacked out were two strong pairs of arms gently lowering him to the ground.

He was running along a large grassy hill, trying to catch up to his two older brothers. Antioch, the oldest of the three, had his long cloak trailing out behind him in the soft Autumn wind. He reached the top of the hill first and looked behind him to grin at his two younger brothers, proud of his achievement.

Just as Cadmus was about to reach the top as well, the youngest, Ignotus, tripped and fell onto the grass, scraping his hands and knees, drawing a small amount of blood. Pausing to look at him, Cadmus began running back to him, soon followed by Antioch.

"Are you alright Ignotus?" Cadmus asked, kneeling beside the small boy in concern.

The four year old sniffled and nodded past his tears, slowly getting to his feet.

Suddenly, Antioch grinned. "Here!"

Ignotus' feet suddenly left the ground and he found himself on Antioch's back, gripping his brother's shoulders tightly to keep himself from falling off and in turn getting his legs held up by Antioch. Antioch began running up the hill again with Cadmus behind them both just incase they fell over, Although much slower and panting much sooner than before, he kept running up the hill with his younger brother on his back.

When they were near the top, Antioch slid Ignotus off of his back and grabbed one of his tiny hands, with Cadmus taking the other. They only had to take a few steps and then all three brothers reached the top. Both Antioch and Cadmus cheered as if he had won some sort of great race. Feeling warm from his brother's afections, Ignotus cheered with them, feeling light and happy.

"Big brother Anitioch and Cadmus!" a small six year old Ignotus squeeled happily and his older brothers picked him up and threw him in the air. Delighted giggles drew a smile on their faces as they played together.

"Hey Caddy?" Ignotus asked softly. All three boys were laying down in bed together to stop their nightmares from coming. Cadmus was squished up into the wall and had pulled Ignotus to his chest. Antioch was at the edge of the bed, almost to the point of falling off and had his arms around Ignotus' waist.

"Yeah Iggy?" Cadmus replied.

"When is mum gonna come back?"

Cadmus was quite for a long time. The only sound was of Antioch's soft snores which filled the room. Ignotus was almost asleep by the time Cadmus answered.

"I'm not sure Iggy, but you shouldn't think about her anymore" he said quietly but firmly. "You have us. You have me and you have Antioch and you have father."

While Ignotus loved his father, he had always had more of a connection to his mother. Father had always been very strict.

"Hush now little one, go to sleep now."

It was so dark. He couldn't see anything at all.

It was warm all around him, leaving him feeling peaceful.

He felt like he was floating, almost like he was underwater.

He could feel two small bodies presses up against his. He felt like he knew them but he just didn't know why or how.

Suddenly, one of the bodies which was with him in the dark space let out a high-pitched cry as it was sucked away and disappeared through a small hole.

He jerked away, his heart thumping madly in terror. Where had they gone? What was happening? Was he going to be taken too?

He had no idea what was going on.

Just as suddenly and as quickly as the first, the second body was being sucked through the hole as well and let out a high-pitched scream. Then it was just gone, just like the first body. Were they in pain? Was that why they had screamed? Although it hadn't seemed as though they were screaming in pain, more like surprise.

For several moments he just floated there alone in the dark. Heart thumping, head spinning, fear clogging his throat. The silence was almost suffocating.

Then he felt himself being pulled through as well. He felt himself going through the hole and he started thrashing about madly, he was scared and he didn't want to find out what had made the other two scream and cry out.

However he had no power against the pull and before he knew what was happening, he was out and he was hit by a cold blast of air. He couldn't help but cry out, it was really very uncomfortable.

There were blinding lights filling his vision and everything seemed incredibly blurry. Why was it so cold? He was also soaking wet, he realised.

All the lights and sounds were hurting his eyes and ears and he wanted nothing more than to be back in that dark place where it was more comfortable.

Something fuzzy was being wrapped around him and he was aware enough to recognise it as a blanket. Warm, strong arms took him in their grasp and he suddenly felt incredibly safe and comforted.

When he looked up, he saw the beaming face of his father, gently rocking him back and forth. He looked to be in his early twenties, his hair carelessly ruffled and messy and his hazel eyes rimmed by round glasses looking down at him with love and adoration.

"Heya, Harry" he whispered.

Harry tried desperately to answer him, to tell him that he was sorry and that he loved him, but he only achieved a soft cooing. This seemed to make James happier, because his grin broadened. He gently laid him in a white cot, next to two other bodies, who he only just realised were Tom and Severus. Antioch and Cadmus. His older brothers.

They were ever so slightly different from their last lives as Voldemort and Snape, he noticed. Severus' nose was no longer crooked, but long and slim like Ron's was. Harry guessed that he was now a mix of Potter and Snape DNA from his old life. He also notices that Tom's eyes were no longer red and were in fact a deep blue, like from before he had become the Dark Lord.

"What will their names be?" he heard one of the healers above them ask. This immediately diverted the three brother's attention from each other. They hadn't even considered that their names would be changed.

"The oldest with the blue eyes will be Thomas James Potter" James replied while looking at Tom. "It's customary in the Potter family for the eldest son to be named after the father" he explained.

Harry couldn't hold back a giggle, earning a small baby glare from Tom and a fond smile from both James and the Healers as they clipped a blue wristband with the name Tom written on it.

"The second born, with the black eyes" James continued, capturing the attention of the brothers. "Severus Fleamont Potter, after his grandfather, my own father."

Harry saw a look of surprise enter Severus' eyes, as the blue band was strapped to his small wrist. James Potter named his own son after his childhood enemy Severus Snape? None of them had been expecting that at all.

Apparently eager to get a move on, James switched his attention to Harry and he looked directly into his eyes for a moment.

"Harry Evans Potter" he almost whispered. "He may have the Potter hair, but he is the only one to have inherited his mother's eyes."

A moment later, Tom was picked up, soon followed by Severus and the Harry himself. The Healers carried them to the bed where Lily sat, giving them an exhausted smile and yet she radiated happiness. Harry and Tom were squeezed into one of her arms and Severus into the other.

As the Healers left the family to have their moment together, telling James that if there was anything that seemed off, to call for them immediately, three tall figures squeezed past the Healers and into the hospital room. Harry immediately recognised Sirius, Remus and Snape. Pettigrew, it seemed, was absent. Probably doing some dark Death Eater duties, Harry thought darkly, not even being there for his best friend's children's birth. However he didn't know what Snape was doing here.

"Where's my godson?" Sirius asked, grinning widely.

James, who was sitting with his arm around his wife, stood up and pulled an old fashioned polaroid camera out of his pocket.

"You'll get your chance to hold Harry in a moment, Sirius, just let me take a picture first."

As James held up the camera to his eyes, Lily gave him a tired yet glowing smile. There was a small flash and a picture came out of the bottom of the camera. James took it out and looked at it, still grinning. It made Harry wonder if it was hurting his face yet.

Almost as soon as James had tucked the photograph into his pocket did Sirius demand to hold his godson. Harry felt warmth spread through his chest as his father handed him to Sirius, who grinned down at him just like had, gently rocking him back and forth as if he were made of precious glass and he was likely to break him.

Since Harry couldn't yet talk, he let out a small coo and held his chubby baby hand to cup his godfather's face, trying to convey in actions how much he meant to him. It seemed to do the trick as tears immediately sprung to Sirius's eyes and he gave a watery chuckle.

"I love you too, pup"

Remus appeared over Sirius's shoulder and smiled gently at Harry, before James handed him Tom.

"I believe this is your godson."

Harry nearly burst out into another fit of giggles as Tom's eyes widened in shock and maybe even a bit of horror. He likely hadn't even considered anything about their guardianship after the Potter's died, let alone his godfather being a werewolf. His past self was going to kill Lily and James in a year, which was a weird thought.

Then Severus was handed to Snape, almost reluctantly, by James. But then the black haired and hazel eyed man squared his shoulders a bit and put on a smile, maybe just a little bit fake. Lily's smile, however, certainly was real.

"You named him after me?" Snape asked in shock while looking at the blue wristband, which bared the name Severus Fleamont Potter.

"Yeah" James said quietly. He certainly did look uncomfortable. "You can just call him Junior or something if you'd like. Would probably make things less confusing, 'cause your his godfather"

Okay. Wasn't expecting that.

--

The three newly dubbed brothers were soon taken to the Potter family's cottage in Godric's Hollow. Each had found a birthmark in the shape of the symbol of the Deathly Hallows on their right hands. None of the adults had seen it before and they didn't know what it meant, so none of them thought much more of it other than a birthmark. Sirius seemed to think it was rather cool that all three of them had it, in exactly the same place as well.

Harry very much enjoyed spending time with his parents and godfather, because he knew that soon both his parents would be killed and Sirius would be carted off to Azkaban for thirteen years. Hopefully not as long as that though, perhaps they could get him out sooner. Harry saw it as making up for the time they never had in his last life, for he couldn't remember anything about his parents from before.

Remus unfortunately would never be able to get custody of Tom, his godson, if something were to ever happen to James and Lily, and so Remus and Sirius agreed that Sirius would officially adopt both Tom and Harry but Remus would pretty much raise Tom.

If only they knew.

The year seemed to fly by far too quickly. Time was filled by bubble baths, naps, their pet cat Dawn sleeping next to them, visits from their godfathers, eating baby mush and being stuck in prams.

As it turned out, Harry, Tom and Severus weren't able to speak at all and could only say 'baby gibberish'. Severus apparently found this irritating and had already exploded two lamps in his frustration.

Another thing was that their accidental magic was surfacing much too soon to be normal due to their magical cores being larger than average, with there still being room for them to grow. Which was bloody terrifying, but luckily they managed to explain away the exploded lamps by pretending to have knockedthem over and smashed them while they were crawling about. There thankfully wasn't any suspicion, as babies doing accidental magic was u heard of.

There was also the rather awkward fact that Snape would come by as frequently as Remus and Sirius and had one point actually ended up changing Severus's nappy, much to the amusement of Sirius, Tom and Harry.

He could see just from looking at them interacting together that Tom was slowly warming up to Remus and that no matter how uncomfortable Snape was with everyone, Severus appreciated his efforts, as he knew how difficult it was for him. Sirius let Harry ride on his back as Padfoot as they galloped around the garden outside.

Each night, either Sirius, Remus or Snape would read them a bedtime story. Sirius's stories were the best in Harry's opinion, as he often told them stories of the Marauder's adventures at school or when he, as an Auror, took down a 'very evil man who was doing very evil things'. Remus read them a variety of fairy tales, from both muggle and magical children's books while Snape read out loud to them from a potions book. He obviously had no idea what he was doing but again, they appreciated the effort he was showing. At least now Harry could safely say that he was confidant in first year potion recipes now. He had them almost committed to memory.

Harry didn't think he could bare letting this all go.

But eventually the time that the brothers were dreading came. The three of them were wide awake on the night of October 31st, refusing to even close their eyes no matter how Lily tried to put them to sleep. All three of them knew what was coming.

Eventually James took out his wand and began blowing rainbow bubbles all around the room for them to pop.

Then came the sound of the wards being broken.

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The Dursleys were much, much worse than he remembered.

Since there were three of them this time around, the cupboard that they were all kept in was extremely cramped. They had managed when they were younger, but now they all had to have designated positions so that they could all fit while lying down, and even then they all woke up in the morning with cramps and stiff backs.

Tom had to be at the bottom of their little pile up because he was the tallest. He curled his legs up slightly and held one arm to his side while he held out the other as a pillow for Severus who slept next to him. Harry, however, as the smallest and the youngest, ended up sleeping on top of them both with his head on Tom's chest and his legs sprawled out all over Severus' side.

It wasn't exactly comfortable but it worked.

They were also given many more chores than he remembered, although he supposed this was due to there being three of them rather than just Harry and they could get more done.

Tom had said it was outrageous that they had expected three two year olds to scrub the entire kitchen floor in under three hours, even if they did have the minds of adults.

Ignotus, or Iggy, had quickly become Harry's new nickname when they were finally able to pronounce it, just as Tom's and Severus' nicknames were Ani and Cad, short for Antioch and Cadmus. He eventually got used to the idea of both Tom and Severus being his older brothers and he became comfortable around them. He quite liked having older brothers to look after him. He'd never had a sibling before.

Despite being in his nineties, both Tom and Severus treated him as if he were really young and they were very protective of him. Tom even went as far as to say he had broken a vase when it was actually Harry who had accidentally knocked it over while he'd been dusting.

While it was all very annoying, he couldn't help but feel touched. It was, after all, their way of showing him that they cared about him and they didn't want him getting hurt.

All three of them were still getting flashes of their past lives as Antioch, Cadmus and Ignotus, but most of them came as dreams while they were sleeping.

Finally, when they were able to properly hold a pencil for the first time, Severus stole some paper from a cabinet in the living room and they began planning the things they needed to do once they got to Hogwarts. Despite the fact that the handwriting was atrocious and they would probably need to re-write it in a few years in order to be able to properly read it, they needed to write everything they could down, lest they ever forget anything.

When they were four, Tom suggested that they actually run away from the Dursleys, but that idea was quickly abandoned. If they ran, they would likely be found by magical means very quickly. They most likely had tracking charms placed on them, or the wards had an alarm on them. Even if that wasn't the case though, by running away, they would be changing the future much too soon and they would lose their advantages.

But that night, when both Tom and Severus thought that Harry had fallen asleep, he heard them both agree that if the Dursleys decided to go to physical punishments on him they were leaving. Period.