Authors Note - This story is about what Harry's life would be like if his parents hadn't died, but Ron's did. Ron went down in history, not Harry. Hope you enjoy!

Chapter 1:When it all started

Harry had grown up knowing all about wizarding and his parents told him that they saw signs of it in him since he was a young child. He turned eleven tommorow, Tuesday, and was so excited to go to Hogwarts on September 1st. He didn't want to wait one single day but he new he couldnt go to Hogwarts until September 1st. But he was also very excited to go to Diagon Alley to get his schoolbooks, robes, and especially his wand. Harry laid in his bed thinking of all these things and heard his mum and dad's voices down the hall.

"Oh no, Molly and Arthur? Remember them? I think they were a year or two ahead of us."

Harry wondered who his parents were talking about. Who is Molly and Arthur? And what happened to them? Harry decided to get out of bed and maybe his parents would tell him what is going on. He slid his feet to the said of his bed, opened his door and walked down the hall where his parents were talking.

"What's going on?" Harry asked as he noticed his parents looks of dismay. He glanced to the Daily Prophet sitting on the counter and read the headline: Weasley parents murdered by the Dark Lord. Harry's father noticed him reading it and quickly slid the paper out of view, "Who are the Weasley's" Harry asked again.

"Lily, we need to tell him. Their son will be in Harry's year." His father, James, told his mother.

"You're right, Harry come in here." Lily beckoned Harry into the sitting room where they all took a seat side-by-side, "Harry, Molly and Arthur Weasley were a few years ahead of us when we went to Hogwarts and this newspaper article says that He Who Must Not Be Named murdered them last night. He was trying to kill Molly's little girl, Ginny, who is eight." Harry's mother's eyes started getting teary and James took the hint.

"The curse that Lord Vol-He Who Must Not Be Named sent at Molly missed her and hit her son, who is the same age as you. That curse should've killed him, but it didn't. Molly ended up dead and so did Arthur, the father." James stopped.

"Did the girl die too?" Harry asked.

"No. Mungo's was able to come quickly and check on her, she recieved no damage. The boy was said to have a scar on his forehead where the curse hit, and it is also said that it won't ever go away." James explained.

"How come Molly's son didn't die?" Harry once again questioned.

"Nobody honestly knows, but he's very known now for surviving it. His name is Ron, I believe." Lily answered. James nodded, telling her she was correct. Harry decided he knew enough and attempted to change the subject.

"So, um, i'm turning eleven tommorow," Harry smiled and his parents did too. They laughed seeing Harry's attempt at switching topics. Harry tried to imagine himself in Ron Weasley's place. He couldn't live without his parents. Lily and James meant so much to Harry, he would never be able to live without them. He felt a deep grieving for Ron, wherever he was.

"We're inviting some people over to celebrate too!" Lily excitedly told Harry.

"Yay! Who?" Harry hoped they invited Sirius. Harry loved when Sirius came over.

"Hmm, Do Sirius and Remus sound like fun?" James teased.

"Yes! What about Hagrid? or Moody?" Harry asked.

"Moody and Hagrid were invited, but something came up. Sirius and Remus will be there though, sorry Harry, is that alright?" Lily said.

"Yes Sirius and Remus are the best! I can't wait!" Harry smiled and his family got off the couch and headed to the kitchen.

"Do you want to help me make some food for your birthday?" Lily asked.

"Can't you just use your magic to make it all?" Harry wondered.

"Well, yes, i suppose. Just let me know what you'd like." Lily smiled.

"You want any of my help? You know how good I am and wand cooking." James winked. Harry thought back to when his father tried to surprise Lily with dinner when Harry was seven. Harry sat, watching his father attempt to make a muggle meal she used to eat when she was a child. He desperately failed and Lily arrived home to a mess. Harry though his mum would be angry but they all laughed together and cleaned it up with a flick of her wand. They all laughed remembering the funny moment.

"I think i'll have you guys pick the main dish but for dessert I want treacle tart!" Harry exclaimed.

"Mmm, that sounds delicious!" Lily imagined the taste in her mouth.

"How about some pumpkin juice to drink?" James suggested.

"I've never had that before, is it good?" Harry asked.

"Oh it's so good! You'll love it Harry!" James told Harry. He agreed to trying it tomorrow and his mother started with making the meals. Harry could not wait to get his letter tomorow! He wondered what gifts his parents, Sirius, and Remus might get him. What about a broomstick? His parents already told him first years couldn't bring broomsticks but Sirius has never followed the rules. Knowing Remus, maybe some school books would be given to him. Who knows what his mum and dad would get him. Harry sat imagining what his letter might say. He even imagined about if he didn't get a letter at all. He would be devasted. It was a possibility; since he was a half-blood and all. But that, by no means, would keep him from getting a letter. Harry knew he would get a letter he just had to. As Harry sat on his bed he though of all these things not realizing time was ticking by faster and faster. He was glad, too, because that meant he turned eleven faster. Harry was daydreaming so deeply that he barely noticed an owl fly through his window and drop a letter in his lap. The owl quickly flew away, not even getting anything in return. He opened up the letter and immediately recognized the handwriting as Sirius's:

Harry,

This is the last letter I will send you before you turn eleven! I remember when you were born, you were so cute and little. I can't believe you'll be off to Hogwarts soon! I can't wait to see you tomorrow. You're going to love me for the gift I got you. I'm not giving any clues, but it'll make you feel like you're in Hogwarts already! This gift can only be seen in Hogwarts(and you'd have to be a third year) Well, Harry, have a great day of being ten! You're almost

-Sirius

Harry enjoyed reading this letter because Sirius didn't write often, He haeard his mother calling him to come for dinner and was remembering that he never ate lunch. How long was he daydreaming for? His clock reads: 3:36, so we're just having an early dinner/late lunch. He had only been laying there for about two hours.

"Coming!" Harry yelled to his mom and went off to dinner. Int he back of his mind Ron Weasley was still there and he hoped he moght be able to be friends with him so that he could share his family with Ron. He also thought of the eight year old girl, Ginny, who was safe but scared, probably.