The day Harry Potter came into the wizarding world, everyone knew that he was going to make or break the light side. But, what would have happened if James and Lily both lived? What is Voldemort came only minutes late?
"I hate you! Leave me alone!" Harry screamed at his dad as he ran from the house. Harry had literally just turned 15 and his dad wished him a happy birthday the worst way a father could. By forgetting it.
James came home, kissing his beautiful wife Lily and sitting on the couch, removing his shoes. "Harry get over here!" He yelled after Lily informed her husband about Harry being expelled from another school.
Harry slumped down the stairs, a black beanie over his shaggy brown hair. His bright black liner traced eyes, glasses free. He was tall and skinny. The only weight was muscle. He was pale, he never went out side. He was in a baggy heavy metal band shit with thin fishnets under it. He had on a pair of black baggy jeans with suspenders and a chain wallet. To complete the look, a pair of old, dirty black and white converse. He new the routine, pulling the head set from his I-pod out of his ears and collapsing on a chair in the kitchen. He drummed his black painted fingernails on the tabletop.
James walked over to his son; he never thought his son, the boy destined to defeat the Dark Lord, would turn out like this. Lily and him had taken Harry away only minutes before the dark lord himself arrived in there home. Aparating, safe on American soil Harry was crying. Lily unwrapped Harry's blanked and cried out to James, her sons forehead was glowing, soon a lightening bolt scar appeared and that's when they knew that he was destined to change the future.
So how did he turn out like this? Expelled from his third school in a year! James sighed and sat in front of his son. They had of course, lived out there lives as muggles for Harry's safety. He had no idea of the magic with him.
"Dad, I swear I don't know how it happened! One minute they were calling me freak and scar head and the next." Harry stopped. Rubbing his beanie back and forth on his head and sighing.
James new it was his magic acting up, but he couldn't tell Harry, he could never know. "Fighting!" James said pounding his fist on the table. "Is not acceptable in the Potter house. You're grounded until your mother and I can find a new school for you."
Harry stood. Pushing his chair back. "That's not fair! I didn't start it and I don't know what happened!" He yelled at his father. He headed for the door. "Thanks for the happy birthday dad, didn't you know? I turn 15 today."
"Get back here!" James yelled.
"I hate you! Leave me alone!" Harry screamed at his dad as he ran from the house. It was not fair! He didn't know how the kid managed to be thrown down the hall; just that Harry knew he didn't touch the kid. He made his way down to the neighborhood park and saw a few kids he hung out with at school smoking.
"Hey Harry, hard day? Sucks you got caught, here you earned it breaking that guys face!" Harry's friend, if you could call her that said. She handed him a cigarette. Harry lit up and inhaled deeply. He really wasent a big smoker, but he enjoyed the occasional one.
Meanwhile back at Harry's home, his parents were having a bit of a fit. "James, we can't just ignore this, he needs to go to school!" Lily says, waving the 15 Hogwarts letters they had gotten since Harry had left. Truth be told, Harry had received hundreds of letters every year since he turned eleven. And every year, Lily grew more desperate to send her son to Hogwarts.
"I don't know Lily, Harry can't handle this. The magic world will be so hard on him. He wont understand." James said, his head in his hands as Lily paced in the living room.
"James, well both be here for him. He can do this. He has to do this." Lily pleaded with her husband.
James sighed, picking up another letter that an owl had just dropped at his feat. He missed his friends, he missed London, he missed Lily's smile she always had on. Coming to America was hard on everyone, especially Lily. James smiled up at his beautiful wife and stood, wrapping her in his arms and placing a kiss on her forehead. "Lets go."