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Momentum Relapsed

Prologue

In a park, not to far from a street called Privet Drive, a little boy of around ten years of age; stood looking up at the night sky. He had black hair and blazing green eyes that were concealed behind thick glasses with black plastic frames. He was watching a comet trail across the sky. It seemed to be getting closer.

On top of a hill, just outside a town called Ottery St Catchpole and behind a house called The Burrow, a little boy of around eleven years of age stood looking at the sky. He absently pushed a strand of bright red hair out of sapphire blue eyes as he watched a comet cross the sky. It seemed to be getting closer.

A little girl of around eleven years of age stood on the hotel balcony in a small town on the Mediterranean coast and watched the sky. Her eyes followed the path of a comet and chocolate brown eyes narrowed in confusion. She absently toyed with stands of brown hair as it continued looking at the sky. The comet was coming closer.

In the sky above them, the comet continued its journey to Earth, fuelled by power none had ever seen before. It crashed into the Earth's atmosphere and had the knowledge of how to pass safely through. The drive to do so against any odds was also there, as was the ability to think and formulate strategies. The comet wasn't sentient. At least, not in the way a human was sentient, but at the creation, all the knowledge of its creators had been added to it as well as, in part, their personality. It knew what it had to do.

Closer and closer it came, driven forward to complete the purpose of its creation.

And then it was through and hurtling towards the Earth. It split then, the time had come and the three parts of it separated and went to find their owners.

Standing in the park, the little boy stared in shock as the fiery thing that he had been watching burst from the heavens and slammed into him. Then all went black.

On the hill, the little boy was thrown backwards and rolled down to bottom unconscious, a chunk of rock the size of his head held tightly in his hand.

On the balcony, the girl stumbled back into her room as the momentum of the impact threw her to the ground, and she remembered no more.

Not yet.

Just a little longer.

And then they woke.

"Fuck me!"

Author's notes:The 'Chan' Warning.

This fiction is a triofic starting in their first year with three adults inside the bodies of three prepubescent children. The mind might be willing, but neither Ron nor Harry is physically mature enough to do anything. There will be a lot of messing about and a lot of sappy moments, but nothing will happen until they are older. Yes, I am aware that some boys of twelve years of age are quite capable of having sex, so thirteen is a given. The reasons why it doesn't happen are in the story.

Names

During the war, all operatives were given codenames, Harry is Storm, Hermione is Swift, and Ron is Shade. A single name donates front line soldiers, like the Trio. Two names indicated research (George Weasley is the Green Man, Luna Lovegood is the Ice Lady). A title indicated military command (Lisa Turpin was the White Queen, Neville Longbottom is the Black Knight) You don't really need to follow that, but I thought I'd put it in.