Prologue

Third Person point of view.

Harry wished that he could see his mummy, be held by her and kissed goodnight. He wished he could see his daddy, be encouraged by him and play with him. He wanted his Padfoot to tell him stories and his Moony to teach him to read. But Aunt Petunia told him that this was impossible before calling him a freak and making him cook breakfast. However Harry's aunt did not know that one the other side of England her sister and brother-in-law were slowly getting up from were they were, reawakened from the dead.

Anyway that morning Harry had accidentally burned the bacon and had therefore been belted and sent to his cupboard only being let out to go to the toilet and cook lunch and dinner. Now he was curled up on his mattress in his cupboard crying softly remembering that tomorrow was his fourth birthday but he knew that the Dursleys wouldn't care.

Then something shifted in the entry hall and a woman whispered "James, be quiet or you can go and wait outside with Sirius." Harry's heart jumped in his chest because he recognised that voice it had sung him so many lullabies that it was permanently etched in his mind. The man called James said "Lily he is my son to."

"Fine. But be quiet for now. Harry? Harry are you here?" At this said child muttered as quietly as possible as not to wake the Dursleys "I'm in here." Someone rushed over to the cupboard door, muttered something and the cupboard unlocked and swung open to reveal a beautiful woman with flaming red hair and, dear lord, emerald green eyes, exactly like his. Behind her stood a man who looked exactly like him but his eyes were a different shape and colour. Suddenly his mother wrapped him into a tight hug. But soon after she stood and James said "Harry, we need to go, all of us, to Potter Manor." And with that they left the house.