Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. Related trademarks are copy write and I hold no claim to ownership. I only own the plot and the characters that aren't cannon.
This Chapter: This little prelude is merely so you can understand what will later relevant and not explained to the 'how' category.
Author Notes: I've been writing this Fic over a long time, So long I decided to re-post it. Hopefully I'll get it finished. It's actually a fifth year fic (I didn't much like OotP compared to the others) Reviews welcome but not expected. Criticisms, plot holes and other confusing factors are requested if you do decide to review, but you don't have to. Just read and enjoy.
Harry Potter and the Forgotten Son
Prologue
"We are so proud you have decided to adopt a child from us. Here at Saint James' Orphanage we handle children between the ages of one and eleven, but in this area that's still a lot of children, mind." The plump nun hurried the family out of the office. "I take it you are eager to look around and meet the children?" David and Rachel Potter were paying a visit to a muggle orphanage with their five-year-old son, James. True they were a wizarding family but the couple had heard that some strange things were happening there.
"Mum!" James said pulling on Rachel's dress, "I want to get a sister!" David chuckled as Sister Mary-Renkin led them into a large hall.
"This is where the older children are playing because it's raining." She said with a cheerful smile. "Be careful, there are some little sinners in here. I must go and see to the youngsters." True to her word as soon as she left the kids went wild. Well, some did. However there was one girl who didn't seem to get at all rowdy. She just sat in the corner reading a particularly thick book for a young girl. As David and Rachel looked around the chaotic room, James studied her. He watched as an older boy with an armful of water bombs crept up to her and began his assault. He watched as the girl cried out against the attack. He saw her getting angrier and angrier. He saw a water bomb explode in the attacker's hand. The boy, thinking he had simply squeezed too hard, continued his envoy. That is until he felt a tap on his back. He turned to be faced with a boy about half his age, a boy he had never seen before.
"Hey, you new?" The boy asked James, who shook his head.
"Nope, I'm adopting and I want you to leave her alone." The boy laughed.
"Maybe you haven't heard. I'm Matt and no kid tells me what to do!" He chuckled threateningly.
"Until now." James replied confidently.
"Oh yeah? What are you going to do about it?" Matt asked dropping the last of his water bombs.
"James, Don't you hurt him!" Rachel called across the room.
"I won't Mum." James called back. Matt just laughed. He stopped, though, when James grabbed him around his waist and flipped him over his hip. Matt fell to the floor. He hastily got to his feet and charged at James. James just sidestepped and tripped him up.
"James." Rachel warned
"He ain't hurt Mum." James said back "But he will be if he doesn't back off."
"Fair enough." Rachel laughed. James always gave them a chance to back out and, to Matt's credit, he did. James laughed and knelt down next to the girl with the rather large volume of 'Sword in the Stone' in her lap.
"Wow, You're good. I wish you could teach me some moves." She said nervously. James smiled.
"Who's your favourite character?" He asked pointing to the book.
"Merlin." She said quickly. "I think it'd be cool to be a wizard."
"It is." James said and the girl gave him a puzzled look. "What's your name?"
"Sara." She answered quietly
"Well, Sara," James said "How would you like me you teach you some moves?" Sara's face brightened.
"How long will you be here?" She asked. James laughed
"I didn't mean here. Do you want to know a secret? I am a wizard and I bet my Silver Arrow that you're one too." Sara was shocked but she let him help her up and lead her over to his parents.
After all the paperwork was done, Sara was sitting in the back of a car with James, marvelling at the size of the interior and how easily is seemed to slide through traffic.
"This'll be great! We'll be best friends and when we're old enough we'll go to Hogwarts together!" But James didn't realise how far apart together was.
Six years later, the Sorting Hat had sung it's song, James had just been sorted into Griffindor and it was time for;
"Potter, Sara." Said a much younger Professor McGonagall and Sara stepped up to the stool and placed the hat on her head. The Hat was silent for longer than James would have liked. Sara had changed since the day the Potters had adopted her. Yes, she and James had been friends but… The Great Hall had gone silent and not even the fifth year sitting at the Hufflepuff table, Sybill Trelawny, could have known the size of the wedge that would work its way between James and Sara by the next word spoken. The Hat opened its mouth (at the brim) to shout a name making Sara and James jump.
"SLYTHERIN!" It had shouted.
Author Notes: In case some of you decided to review and point out that James is only 5 and couldn't have possible defeated the bully here's how he can. Age and size are nothing. Rachel's sister happens to be a seer and they know of the upcoming war so James was taught physical defence from an early age. The bully not expecting it or knowing defence tactics himself was easily defeated.