Hey everyone please respond and review to my story, this is my first try at it so don't yell!

OK this story is a little different it shows how life is with out Voldemort. Enjoy!

"Harry, wake-up!!"

"huh??" Harry thought.

"You're going to miss breakfast" a sweet voice that was not Aunt Petunia called.

Harry opened his eyes, we wasn't at the Weasley's, no orange. He got up and looked around the room there were quidditch posters and magical items, there was a broom, not his Firebolt though, a nimbus 2000.

"Hmmm this is pretty scary" Harry thought, "Where could I be..."

The scariest part was that was when Harry looked in the mirror his forehead was scar-free.

What was happening! Harry went out into the hall and found the stairs. He followed a hallway he thought would lead to a kitchen, for some reason this all seemed so familiar...

He stepped in the kitchen and

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!" was being yelled by two people, his mum and dad....