In a twist of fate, Itachi Uchiha, once a revered ninja in his previous life, found himself facing an extraordinary opportunity. After his demise, Itachi met with God, who offered him a second chance at life and bestowed upon him a rare gift—the Mangekyou Sharingan, also known as the Eternal Mangekyou Sharingan (EMS). With this powerful ocular jutsu and all the knowledge he possessed as a ninja, Itachi was reborn into a new world, the world of Harry Potter. He took on a new name, Itachi Potter, as he was welcomed by his new parents, James and Lily Potter. However, Itachi kept the truth of his past life a closely guarded secret. He knew that his unique gifts and knowledge set him apart, and he used them responsibly, always striving to protect those around him.
As the infant Itachi, despite his immense power, was utterly helpless. His vast knowledge felt distant, unreachable.Relearning basic functions was a humbling, frustrating experience. His mission now involved mastering a new body.This rebirth, however, offered a unique opportunity to influence events from a different perspective, shaping his destiny anew. "Right, then, little sprout," James boomed, holding Itachi aloft. "Time for a nappy change! Don't worry, I've got this." "James, darling, please be careful," Lily chirped, dabbing at a rogue bit of mashed potato on Itachi's cheek with a remarkably fluffy cloth. "He's not a Quaffle." "He's a wee bit stiffer than a Quaffle, that's for sure," James chuckled, nearly dropping Itachi. "Remind me again why we needed *three* different types of nappy cream?" "Just in case, James! One for rash, one for chafing, one for… uh… existential dread?" Lily said, winking at Itachi. "Existential dread? At six months old?" James sputtered. "He *looks* like he's contemplating the futility of existence," Lily replied, completely serious. Itachi: "Honestly, must I endure this… this public display of parental incompetence? The shame burns like a thousand suns." James: "Alright, little man, all done! See? Not so bad." Lily: "Oh, look! He's even smiling! See, James, your clumsiness isn't so traumatic after all." Itachi: "That was not a smile. It was a carefully controlled facial expression indicating the most profound internal despair. You are both utterly dreadful." James: "He's a natural comedian, then!" Lily: "I think it runs in the family. Remember that time you accidentally shrunk your Aunt Petunia's prize-winning dahlias?" James: "Hey! That was an accident! The shrinking charm malfunctioned slightly…" Itachi: "My parents. My spectacularly inept parents. Oh, the indignity." Lily: "Let's get you into a nice warm bath now, darling. This calls for bubble bath with extra bubbles, you know how much he loves those!" James: "Extra bubbles and a rubber ducky! Maybe a little Quaffle too, just for fun." Itachi: "I shall write a strongly worded letter to the Ministry of Magic about my substandard upbringing. I will ensure that it contains an appropriately sized amount of existential dread."Itachi Potter, the enigmatic child with a past shrouded in mystery, continued to navigate his early years with his loving yet eccentric parents, James and Lily Potter. As Itachi grew from an infant to a toddler, his unique perspective and old-soul-like demeanor often left his parents bewildered and amused.
"Itachi, darling, why are you attempting to levitate the porridge?" "It's inefficient, Mother. Convection currents are far superior for even heating." "He's talking about porridge, Lily," James chuckled. "Not exactly the first thing that comes to mind when you mention convection currents." "Father, your understanding of applied Magic is rudimentary at best. This porridge needs… *precision*." "Precision? It's oatmeal, son. With raisins." "Precisely. The raisins require a delicate energy field to distribute evenly, preventing clumping." "Oh, Merlin. He's doing it again!" Lily shrieked as the porridge began to float, raisins neatly spaced. "See? Efficiency optimized." Itachi beamed. "Right, well, let's not have a repeat of the floating teacups incident, eh, son?" James said, wiping a stray bit of porridge from his beard. "Especially not during company." "Company? Who's coming?" "Professor Dumbledore. And apparently, he's bringing a phoenix." "A phoenix?" Itachi's eyes widened. "Is it carrying a scroll? Is it of the… *Fire* type?" "I... I don't know, Itachi," Lily admitted, a little flustered. "It's Dumbledore. Expect the unexpected." "Indeed." Itachi nodded gravely. "I will prepare a suitable welcome. Perhaps a small genjutsu demonstration… Something subtle. A shimmering illusion of a mountain of perfectly ripe mangoes." "Mangoes?" James groaned. "That will be a sticky situation if the illusion doesn't work." "It will work, Father. Trust me." Itachi declared confidently, already focusing intensely. "Just… please, no exploding cauldrons this time," Lily pleaded. "Remember the incident with the self-stirring stew?" "Mother, I learned from that experience," Itachi said with a slight cough. "The timing of the explosive Magic infusion requires… refinement." "James, my love, we need to talk," Lily said, her emerald eyes sparkling with a mixture of excitement and nervousness. She placed a gentle hand on her husband's shoulder, her voice lowered as if sharing a secret. "I have some news. Wonderful news, actually."
James, ever the playful prankster, raised an eyebrow. "Oh? And what news could possibly top the fact that our Itachi here floated an entire bowl of porridge this morning, raisins and all?" He ruffled Itachi's dark hair affectionately, a mischievous glint in his eye.
Lily's eyes widened, and she quickly shook her head, her red locks shimmering in the light. "Oh, that boy and his magic! But James, this is different. I... we... well, I'm pregnant!"
The words hung in the air like a spell, and for a moment, Itachi felt as if time had stopped. He was going to be an older brother? The idea both thrilled and intrigued him. A baby sibling to watch over and protect—it was a responsibility he embraced with open arms.
As the realization sank in, Itachi's obsidian-black eyes, wise beyond his years, reflected a mixture of emotions. There was excitement, of course, but also a hint of something else—a shadow of his past life decisions that still haunted him. Nonetheless, he wore a small smile, a rare display of emotion for the typically stoic young wizard.
James' face lit up with joy, and he swept Lily into a warm embrace, whispering words of love and excitement into her ear. Itachi observed them with a quiet contentment, his gaze sharp and perceptive as always. In that moment, he felt a surge of love for his family, a reminder that he was exactly where he was meant to be.
Little did they know that Itachi Potter, the quiet and watchful, held within him a power and knowledge that extended far beyond his parents' imagination. But for now, he was simply a big brother-to-be, ready to embrace the challenges and joys that lay ahead.
Time had skipped forward, and now a four-year-old Itachi Potter found himself waiting at the hospital, his small body perched on a large chair, his legs swinging back and forth as he watched with quiet vigilance. His mother, Lily Potter, was in the final stages of labor, about to give birth to his younger brother, Harry. Itachi's obsidian-black eyes, wise and calm beyond his years, reflected the mixture of emotions stirring within him. He was intrigued by the idea of having a sibling and already felt a deep and fierce love for his baby brother, along with a sense of protectiveness.
The quiet stillness that Itachi usually carried with him was interrupted by the energetic entrance of his father, James Potter. Messy jet-black hair askew as if he had just rushed in from a game of Quidditch, James swept into the room with a beaming smile, his eyes shining brightly behind his round glasses. "Itachi, my boy! You're about to become a big brother!" He exclaimed, his voice echoing with pride and joy. "How are you feeling, son? Excited to meet your little brother?" James' playful nature shone through as he ruffled Itachi's dark hair, a lock of which had fallen forward, obscuring one of his intense eyes.
Itachi, ever the stoic and analytical child, regarded his father with a measured gaze. "I am prepared to embrace my responsibilities as an older brother, Father." "Oh, come on, son, don't be so serious! It's a baby! A tiny, squishy, adorable baby!" "I understand the biological process, Father. I am intrigued to meet him and witness the unique bond that siblings share." "Unique bond? Sounds…scientific. More like…squishy-baby-induced chaos!" (A short pause) "Lily, love, how's it going?" "James, if you don't stop bouncing, you'll make the entire ward vibrate!" "Sorry, darling. Just excited! Almost time to meet the newest Gryffindor?" "He'll be whatever house he chooses, James. Now, hush." "It's a boy! A healthy baby boy." "I will ensure Harry's safety and well-being." "Good man, Itachi. Although maybe let your mum and I handle the changing diapers for a while. We've got a bit more practice." "Indeed. I am quite skilled in other areas, Father." "Like what? Advanced Potions? Dueling? Contemplating the meaning of life at age four?" "All three, Father." "Oh, that's just great. So… when does the training for the new little brother start?" "Immediately, Father." "Excellent! I'll get the broomsticks."