3 Chapter 3 : Replacement

"Hello there"

"General Kenobi… Cough… I mean, We meet again my boy."

"So, It really wasn't a dream. Everything that happened yesterday night was real. You are really sent by God. Are you really here to help me? Do you know my parents? I mean, have they gone to heaven? Ca...Can I...I...I me...meet them?" The boy asked pleadingly.

"Calm down boy. Why don't we have an equivalent exchange? Let me ask you a question, then you ask me a question. Okay little "HARRY". Let me start – How was your day? Did you feel anything different?"

"My day was awesome. I felt super energized. My body was very light. The sweet drink which you gave me yesterday made me feel very good. It healed all my scars except this lightning one." Then a loud rumbling sound came from the stomach of the little kid.

"Hahahaha… I am sorry Harry, I did forget that you needed a lot of food after the health recovery potion. Let me help you with that." Leonardo waved his hand and a table full of fruits and light snacks filled the table, where they had the tea last night.

Seeing the food, Harry looked towards Leonardo as if asking "Is this all really for me? Can I eat at least some of it?" with a look of shock on his face.

"All of it is for you. Why don't we see how much you can eat?" Leonardo challenged.

Harry started eating the food, a better term would be 'devouring the food'. Leonardo looked at the boy in front of him and sighed.

'I will have to work on a lot of things. There is so much to change, so much to teach and so much to train. *Sigh* This will be a hassle. I wanted to relax but there is so much more work. What a drag…' (Somewhere in the multiverse a pineapple head felt that he has a rival out somewhere and he started to laze around more.)

Harry finished eating and burped. For the first time in his life, he was full. He was happy with the situation right now.

"Now that you are full, ask what you want to ask."

Harry took a deep breath and saw directly into the eyes of the elder brother in front of him.

"Who are you?"

"My name is Leonardo and I have been sent by God to help you."

"Are you really here to help me?"

"Yes, Little brother, I am here to help and train you."

Harry glared at Leonardo to see if there is any deceit in the latter's eyes.

"Why?"Harry asked. Why was he chosen? Why did God send someone to help him? While thinking all this to himself.

"Well, there are a lot of things which I can only say when you grow old and strong. And when I say strong, I mean in all the aspects, physically, mentally, spiritually and magically. I can only say now that you are destined for some great work and whether you can achieve that depends complete it, depends all upon you."

Harry took his time sitting on his chair to ponder over the words he just heard. After thinking for a long time, with a glint in his eyes, Harry asked the question. The question required all his confidence.

"Are my parents alive?"

"*Sigh* Let me tell you a little about yourself, Harry. Your name is Harry James Potter. James Charlus Potter and Lilly Potter nee Evans are your parents. They were magic users or as they say, Wizard and Witch. No, they were not drunkards and they didn't die in a car accident. They died protecting you from a Dark Lord. He is presumed dead but will return back. He will be coming for your life. That is why I am here to train you. Now… now… Harry, do not give up hope. Your parents sacrificed their lives to protect you. They wanted you to live a life full of happiness and joy. It was the work of an idiot that you were sent here, to your aunt. And No, he isn't evil. Just delusional and a bit cracked in the head. It would be great if he stopped being an idiot."

Leonardo takes a deep breath and continues again.

"There is a lot more to it but that is for the future."

"Can I meet my parents?" Harry asked with a voice barely audible.

"Yes, You can. Just become strong, very strong. Then you can."

Harry started becoming teary. He felt his magic going a little out of control. Leonardo waved his hand again and made him calm.

"You don't have to worry a lot about it, Harry. Remember Harry, You are the master of your fate and captain of your soul. 'Virtutis Fortuna Comes' is the motto of the Potter family, Harry. Fortune favours the Brave, Harry, Fortune favours the Brave."

While saying the motto of the Potter family, Leonardo had gracefully stood up and extended both of his hands. He then sat back on his seat and took a sip of apple juice. Then silence prevailed.

They both sat there for a long time. Harry thinking several things over and over again, meanwhile, Leonardo kept taking small sips of the juice listening to the birds chirping somewhere far. After what seemed a long time, Harry had a determined look on his face.

"I want you to train me." Harry looked towards the other one with an unwavering gaze. A look that only a warrior has. Now, do not take it in the wrong sense. Harry is indeed a 4-year-old kid. A 4-year-old who has been doing all the household work. A 4-year-old who has been beaten and bruised. Harry from a young age has known how to react to situations and circumstances. He is in fact a genius and a strong-willed person. It was through a controlled physical and social environment, an attempt to subconsciously manipulate the attitudes and patterns was Harry conditioned. He was given choices. The choice to either lower his intelligence or get tortured. The choice to do the chores or to remain hungry. The choice to not disobey the Dursleys or remain locked in his makeshift room for days. The choice to limit his own freedom or to be hunted. If not for this, Harry would have excelled as he had the best qualities of both his mother and father. He would have the greatest of all abilities. A genius among geniuses. A Monster.

There was a wide smile on the face of the person sent by God.

"Then let us do that." Leonard waved his hand and a second Harry was standing in front of both of them.