Chapter 1

In a quiet neighborhood of Godric Hollow, there lived a family named the Potter's. There was a James and Lily Potter with their twin sons, hazel eyed, red hair Michael and green eyed, raven haired Harry. No one in the neighborhood would have ever suspected that the two proud parents were a wizard and witch, and the two people that visited quite frequently were also two wizards, one being a werewolf on the side. Now, no one would ever suspect that the family was hiding from a dark wizard, one named Voldemort. Now, Voldemort was a dark wizard that wanted the Potter family to either join him or be destroyed. But the Potter's did not want to join the dark side, so the Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry put them in hiding, trying to keep them from being found by Voldemort. There, is where our story unfolds:

"Lily, run! He found us! Take the twins and run!" A black haired, hazel eyes man yelled to a red head, green eyed woman as the front door slammed open to reveal a figure in a black cloak. The woman, Lily, looked at James before grabbing the one year old twins and running up stairs, faintly hearing a "Stupefy!" behind her and she heard a body hit the ground before slamming the door behind her. But before she could take five steps, the door she just closed burst open and the figure in black walked in. "Hello Lily." The woman looked at him fearfully, "Stay away from me you monster!" The figure only chuckled before saying, "Now now, let's not get all worked up, just give me the children Lily." "Never you monster!"

The man sighed before raising his wand. "Stupefy!" The woman dropped to the floor, leaving her two children unprotected. "It is a shame that I must get rid of you two, but you two will most certainly cause me great trouble in the future." The man raised his wand at the two boys. "Avada Kedarva!" The green killing curse flew to a boy with emerald green eyes and a small tuft of black hair. But, instead of killing the boy like the curse was supposed to, the curse rebounded and flew back to the wide eyed caster before hitting him. The curse, however, caused some pieces of plaster to fall and hit the red haired twin and hit him on the arm, causing the cut to bleed. The black haired twin had a jagged cut on his forehead, which was shaped like a lightening bolt. The twins cries were ignored as the two grown ups were still unconscious.

Now, as that was happening, a old man with a blue robe, yellow hat, a white beard that almost touched the floor, twinkling blue eyes that were not twinkling at that moment that were covered behind half moon glasses hurried in the house. The old man was followed by a black haired man and blue eyes. "James!" The old man hurried to the fallen man and muttered, "Ennervate." James eyes snapped open and sat up, "Dumbledore, Sirius, what are you…Lily!" The two young men bounded up the stairs and saw Lily lying on the ground with now one twin crying. "Ennervate," Lily's eyes open and looked up, "James? Sirius? Dumbledore? Oh! Voldemort! He was here!" James let Lily cry on his shoulder as Dumbledore inspect the twin boys. 'Hmmm…what are these cuts? Ah! He must be it!' Dumbledore picked up the hazel eyed boy and faced the three people in the room, "James, Lily, Sirius, it is indeed a wonderful day! Michael Harold Potter is the Boy Who Lived! The one who finally defeated Voldemort!"

Now, you might all think that what he said was true, but it was not indeed. While Voldemort was indeed defeated at last, his soul in the deep regions of hell where he may never be brought back to life. It was not Michael who defeated Voldemort, but Harry, who was watching the event happening in the corner where he was thrown at when the curse hit him. No one would ever find out, until later in the lives of Harry James Potter. No one would ever know that Michael's cut was just caused by a piece of plaster, while Harry's was caused by the curse. They would think that just because the aura of darkness that surrounded young Michael at that moment was caused by when the curse hit him. No one would have thought that it could have just been from the leftover magical energy. No one, except one man, who was also a friend of the Potter's, who was a werewolf since young, a Remus Lupin, would know.

Four years later, two people stood outside a house. One had inky black hair and grayish eyes and the other one with sandy brown hair streaked with grey and amber like eyes. The black haired man knocked, hearing a woman voice inside. "James! Could you please get the door?" "Sure Lily, that is bound to be Sirius and Remus!" A raven haired man with hazel eyes opened the door and saw that it was indeed Sirius and Remus. "Padfoot, nice to see you again ol buddy!"

James hugged the black haired, blue eyes man before turning to look at the man with grey golden eyes and tawny hair. "Moony! Great to see ya! Come in, Lily is making a wonderful, tasty cake for the twins 5th birthday right now, so no disturbing her unless you want to be caught on fire by her dangerous breath!" "I heard that James!" Sirius grinned, "Aw, she has you all tamed now, huh Prongs?" James glared playfully before stepping aside to allow them to step in. "Come on, Michael is outside playing on his child broom." Sirius grinned and ran to the back door, leaving James and Remus in the front hall. "Are you coming Moony?" "Hmm? Oh, just in a moment Prongs, I just want to do something first." James shrugged and went to the back door, leaving Remus alone.

He walked to the staircase and went upstairs to the second floor and went in a bedroom that was decorated very simple. There was a bed, dresser, a bookcase, and that was all. He poked his head in and saw a small figure in a corner with on his lap. He smiled and walked in and sat down next to him. "Harry?" The emerald green eyed and black haired boy looked up from his book and smiled widely. "Uncle Moony!" Remus only laughed and looked at him, "Do you want your present Harry?" Harry looked up, "You mean I can have it now?" Remus smiled and nodded, "Yes, you can have it now." Harry smiled widely and nodded, "Yes please!" Remus took two objects out of his cloak and enlarged it, "Here you go cub. I did make sure that all the facts were in there and it had everything that I knew were true." Harry took the item and took the paper wrapper off of it. It turned out to be some books, All the things you want or need to know about all Magical Creatures Light or Dark, History of Ancient Runes and How do to do them, Magical Objects, and History of the Dark Ages. "Uncle Moony, I love it! Thank you so much!" Remus nodded, "Ah, but that is only part of it, for you see, Sirius and I picked them out, you have yet to receive my present to you."

Harry looked at him, happiness shining in his eyes. Remus brought his hand from behind his back and pulled out two necklaces. The necklaces had a pure white gem at the end and what looked like hard to see runes etched on it. "Take one Harry, it doesn't matter which." Harry took one and looked at it, "Wow, it's beautiful. What is it for Uncle Moony?" "It is a charm Harry. Now, before I say anything else, put it on." Harry did so and the pure white crystal turned to a greenish silver color. The same happened to the crystal that Remus was holding. "I want you to never take it off Harry. These gems have been passed down from generation to generation in my family, and since I am not allowed to have children, I want you to have it. For as long as you are wearing this gem, this necklace, it will let me know if you are ever alive or in danger." Harry looked at him, "Thank you so much Uncle Moony, I will always wear this for as long as I am alive. But, why not give this to Michael?" Remus slightly rolled his eyes, "As much as I care for him, we both know how he treats his things. Besides, you are my godchild, and I feel like I need to take up the responsibility of loving you and taking care of you since, as much as I am ashamed of it, James and Lily cannot. I mean, the house elves have taken great care of you, but you will always need a human to teach you some stuff."

Harry smiled at him and suddenly hugged Remus tightly. "Thank you so much Uncle Remus, I will always treasure my gifts and keep the crystal against my heart." Remus smiled and patted Harry on the back before saying, "Remember cub, be strong. Don't let anything bring you down, even when things get hopeless." When Harry let him go, he said, "Now, do you want to go outside and watch Prongs and Michael?" Harry shook his head, "No, I have a lot of reading to do. But thank you for the offer." Remus smiled at him and stood up, "Very well, see you later cub." Harry waved at him until he left the room before picking up the book he was reading. He looked longing at the books he got before starting to read the book on his lap.

Later on, everyone was downstairs, singing to Michael, "Happy Birthday to you! Happy Birthday to you! Happy Birthday to Michael, Happy Birthday to you!" Michael let out a toothy grin and blew out the candles. Everyone cheered, everyone except Harry, who was sitting on the last step of the stairway, watching as his parents forgot that it was his birthday again. Now he knew why Remus wanted to give him his presents earlier that day, for he would have had no time since James would have most likely dragged him away before he could even speak to Harry. Harry sighed as his parents cooed over Michael and Sirius excitedly yelling, "Open mine first, open mine first Pronglet!"

He got up and slowly walked up the stairs to his room, which was filled with books while his brother's was filled with either broken toys or whole, unbroken toys. Compare to his brother's room, his seemed bare, with only a bed, dresser, and shelves, which were made to hold his numerous books. He sighed and walked over to his bed and sat down on it, picking up the ancient runes book before opening it, ready to read it.

Around 9 p.m., Harry was around the middle of the first chapter when he heard his parents go to his twin brother's room to put him to bed before hearing them walk towards his room. Eyes widening, he scrambled underneath his covers and pretended to be asleep, thanking every higher being that he read about that he put the other books on the nightstand.

Hearing to doors open, he closed his eyes, faking sleep, feeling his parent's stares on him before leaving the room, closing the door behind him. Cracking an eye open, he scanned the room, making sure that no one was in his room before crawling out of bed, knowing that every night, his parents talked about stuff about that day, or stuff in the future.

Opening the door slightly, he looked down the dark hallway, his mind making up stuff of what could be in the pitch black shadows, before gathering up the courage the best a 5 year old could, and tip toed his way to his parents room.

Getting there, he settled himself silently on the floor, and listened in the conversation. "James, I think…well, I think it would be in the best interest to Michael and his brother that we send Harry away for a while." "Lily flower, what are you saying exactly? That we send one of our children, our son, to an orphanage!" "No, no! Of course not! I'm just saying that Michael, being the boy-who-lived, the wizarding savior, would need training that we would not be able to give to Harry. I just don't want him to feel left out in the dark, while he watches us give Michael so much time and him not enough."

Harry heard a deep, sad sigh of defeat of one who knows that the other person is right. "Then, where do we send him? We can always let Moony take care of him." "NO!" "Why not!?" "Remus has enough problems right now. Besides, you know perfectly well that as long as a parent is alive, the child is not supposed to be under a god parent custody. I was actually thinking of sending him to my sister's." "WHAT! But I thought that you hated your sister!" Lily's voice was now getting annoyed, "No, just that I…well, for better terms, we don't exactly don't really see eye to eye. But I'm sure she would take him in!"

At this point, young Harry's eyes were shining with tears clouding his eyes. He slowly got up and stumbled to his bedroom before collapsing on it, tears running down his face. 'They would actually send me away? Just because Michael is the boy-who-lived? Why?' He cried some more, tears leaking from his eyes and down his cheeks only to spill onto the pillow, his face scrunched in sadness. Suddenly, a voice was in his head, "Remember cub, be strong. Don't let anything bring you down, even when things get hopeless." The small body slowly got up, the words that Remus told him echoing in his head. Harry looked up with a determined gleam in his eyes before slowly getting up and walking towards his bookshelf and getting a book down that had wandless spells in them.

Turning on the lamp that was on his desk, he opened the book and scanned through the pages, trying to find a spell that would allow him to shrink items small enough so that he would be able to carry some of his items with him.

He let out a small laugh when he found the spell but then quickly slapped his hand over his mouth, his ears straining to see if anyone heard his laugh. After a couple of heart pounding minutes, he determined that no one heard him and looked back at the book, excitement shining in his eyes.

Saying the words in his mind a couple of times to make sure that he had the punctuation correct, he quickly walked over to his bed, trying to be as careful as possible, and kneeled besides his bed, reaching under it, trying to find something. After a couple of missing touches, his child like fingers felt something with tough fabric before pulling it out, which revealed to be a back pack. Getting back up, he looked at the book that had the shrinking spell before looking at the books that Remus gave him, saying the shrinking spell (Sorry, don't know the spell) and watched the books shrink small enough that he could put them in his pocket.

Childishly grinning, he put the now shrunken books in the back pack before tuning determinedly to his book shelf. Half a hour later, the young boy plopped on his bed, wiping sweat off of his brow as he looked at his now almost completely book shelf. The only books that remained were the child ones that his parents got him, for he had no need for them. Regaining his strength, the raven haired boy now walked over to his dresser before taking out some pairs of clothes, before putting them in his back pack.

Glancing around the room, he nodded to himself before picking up the pack and quietly opened the door, once again peering out of it before stepping out of his room. Looking behind him, he looked at his parents door, 'How could mommy do that? I heard her tell daddy of all the horrible stuff her sister did to her, of how she hated mommy with all her guts. Why?'

He slowly turned his head back forward and walked slowly towards the stairs and towards the kitchens to grab some food before going. Reaching there, he grabbed some bread and apples, knowing that they would not be as easy to miss as something else.

Doing what he needed to do in the kitchens, he hurriedly walked towards the back door and exiting the house on Godric's Hollow. Taking one last look at the place that was his home, memories of parents always forgetting that he was there. With one last glance he walked towards the streets, determined to find a family that would love him.

He never knew what fate had in store for him, nor what would happen when he would turn 16.