"Ben!" Yelled the voice of my mother.

"Yeah," I yelled back as I molded mud into small figurines in the back yard.

"Stop playing in the dirt, come inside and wash your hands. Dinner will be ready soon." Sheila Diggory instructed.

I snapped my fingers making my small golems come to life before rushing inside as instructed. It is important that my tasks be accomplished without my "Parents" ever knowing. They can never know who or "what" I really am.

I sighed as I washed my hands briefly glimpsing at dark clouds outside. This should have all been unnecessary but fortune was on the Dark Lords' side.

The Potter boy was meant to live but he was seen by a Death Eater loyalist. A half blood in Slytherin that worshipped the dark lord. The irony that the Dark Lord would have not taken kindly to his own existence was lost on the fool. The brat recognized Harry Potter and decided to make a name for himself with the Death Eaters. It was Harry's cursed scar that gave him away. Poor Harry never had a chance...

With the chosen one dead there was no wizard or witch capable of defeating Voldemort left. At least not a mortal wizard. Once long ago I gifted three brothers with the most magical gifts I crafted with ease. Yet the laws of the world bind me from direct interference in my true form. So I was left with a choice... Let order in the universe disappear or incarnate into the world and defeat the bastard myself.

I chose to intervene and thus I suffer this fleshy prison!

Once there was no one who did not know me by my name but now I am called "Benjamin Diggory".

" Ben tell your brother Cedric dinners ready and get your father too. He's probably still caught up sorting papers in his study", the one called mother commanded.

"Yes mother," I replied flatly heading to do as instructed. Cedric my older brother in this life was destined to die 5 years from now in 1995 when the dark lord returns. I was incarnated in 1982. Two years after Harry was born. I'm a few years late to the fight but the difference is not too substantial. All the key individuals will still be alive when I get there.

As for whether I get into Hogwarts is not in question. I've shown off a great magical ability for an eight-year-old. My father Amos Diggory says that I'm ahead for my age and that he's requested an exception to let me go early. I've expressed great interest in this but my mother, unfortunately, protests her "baby" being sent off too soon. I've been somewhat successful in convincing my father that I have a maturity and intellect far beyond my years.

Humans put too much authority in differences of age. A fool is a fool no matter how old he is and the same is true for a genius. Would you hold back Einstein because he was younger than you or an inch shorter than you? Even knowing his destiny?

Alas, giving life to what should have been a miscarriage just to change the future before the World unravels sounds all great and good but the balance must be maintained. I created a new life to balance the loss of potter. One that could kill Voldemort... Me. Once my task is done I shall mysteriously perish and Cedric will live out his life being given as many years as Harry would have. Balance maintained at least in theory.

"How's the beef Wellington my little munchkin?" My mother said pinching my cheek and bringing me out of my thought-out plan.

"It's good mother, with all the delicious dead animal proteins my body needs to grow," I said with a smile that made my mother drop her fork.

" I mean sorry mom I miss spoke. I'm just distracted thinking about that awesome school big bro keeps telling me about," I added changing the subject.

She sighed in mild relief but still gave me a somewhat wary look," on that note your father has something to say".

I looked over to see my Dad holding a letter with owl feathers stuck to it.