Living on Midgard was boring. Jörmungandr knew it was only time before the humans were advanced enough to detect him. He knew of a community on an island in the northern Atlantic near one of the continents that would accept him. So he swam to Great Britain and changed shape into that of a grass snake.

He searched until he found a childless older couple who had magic. The Potters longed for a child of their own. Jörmungandr stole a basket and baby blanket. He transformed into an adult human, bringing the basket to their doorstep. He then reverted to the form of a snake, and curled up in the basket. After many minutes of agony, Jörmungandr the World Snake had changed himself completely into an infant. What Jörmungandr had forgotten from his shape-shifting lessons is that the mind of a baby is always blank, and that he would forget everything from before the shift.

When a House-Elf by the name of Locksy found the basket the next morning, she took it and the child to her mistress, Lady Dorea Potter.

"Mistress! Mistress! Locksy founds a basket on the steps with a baby insides it!" She squealed with delight. "It is being a baby boy Mistress!" The little elf was almost vibrating with excitement, happy that her prayers to Magic for the family to have a child were answered.

Dorea picked up the small bundle, and gasped when she saw her husband's face in miniature looking up at her. "Oh my Merlin..." She gasped, picking out features that could have belonged to her too in the child. "MONTY!" She called, awestruck by the child that seemed to be as if he was their own child by blood.

Her husband, Lord Fleamont Potter, ran from his study with his wand in hand. "Yes? What is it?" He gasped, seeing that she looked unharmed.

"Locksy found a baby abandoned on our doorstep" Dorea explained, turning so he could see the baby wrapped in a ragged blanket. "He looks like he could be our son..."

Fleamont looked at the boy in wonder, and with suspicion. A child that looked like blood, yet did not come from their union...

"Please let us keep him?"

Fleamont looked down on the child, and nodded. "He's a Potter now." He smiled when the infant reached out to grab his beard. "James. We'll name him James Charlus Potter."

21 Years Later October 31, 1995 in Godric's Hollow

"Lily! Take Harry and RUN!" James cried as he ran to the main room where the breach in their wards occurred. He saw the middle-aged charismatic Dark Wizard standing by the door. He started to throw spells at him, all of which were missing their intended target.

"Expelliarmus!" Voldemort Snarled, sending James's wand into a corner of the room. James charged at the wizard with a yell. "Avada Kedavra!" Voldemort exclaimed in triumph, before looking in surprise as James faltered, but did not fall over dead. He fell to the ground writhing as he started to change. Voldemort's moss-green eyes widened in surprise as a sea serpent rose in James's place. "Stupefy!" he exclaimed, sighing in relief as the beast went still. He laughed when he heard the cries of the infant upstairs.

"James!" Lily screamed when she heard the other wizard kill her husband. She locked the door to the nursery, warding it as well as she could. She ran over to her son's crib, kneeling down to stare into her son's face. She saw her husband in his features. "Harry, remember that Mummy and Daddy love you so very much. We'll always love you." She kissed his forehead, and turned to face the broken door and dark wizard that stood in the ruins of its frame.

"Stand Aside, girl." Voldemort sneered, pointing his wand at Lily.

"No! Please, take me instead! Please not Harry!"

"Stand aside!"

"Take me instead!"

"Avada Kedavra!" He snarled in anger.

He sneered as he stepped over Lily's body, and peered at the face of the infant that had the power to destroy him. He sneered, and spoke the spell to end the child. He didn't have enough time to react as the spell rebounded, consuming him.

Asgard

Heimdall brought James Potter's body to Asgard, taking him to the Healing Halls of the Palace before notifying Loki that his son had been brought home on Odin's orders.

When Loki arrived in the hall after sprinting from the royal Library, he saw how frail his middle son had become. He asked the healer what had happened to his son the healer replied "He has no memory prior to 21 years ago., and was hit by a death curse. He's dying, Your Highness."

At that moment, James's eyes flew open and he tried to sit up. "Lilly! Harry!" He cried out, looking around before his eyes landed on Loki. "Who're you? Where am I?"

Loki stifled his sob. "You're on Asgard, Mortal.

"My name is James Potter. Not Mortal. Where's my wife? Where's my son? Where are they?"

"Do you remember what happened?"

"I was fighting a Dark Wizard. He'd broken into our house to kill our son.

Loki sighed. "Unfortunately, we only found you."

James looked at Loki with an expression of pain and desperation. "Find them. Find my family and keep them safe. Promise me this?"

Loki nodded, fighting to control his emotions. "I give you my word. As Prince of Asgard and as a fellow magic user. If I cannot find them in time I will avenge them for you."

James nodded, looking older than before. "Thank you." He sighed "They were my world." He closed his eyes, succumbing to the killing curse's power at last.

"And you were mine, son." Loki whispered, kissing Jörmungandr's forehead for the last time.