Well, I've always wanted to read a fic like this! There's always fics where someone else gets Lily pregnant... but what I always wanted to know is, what if it's the other way around? What if someone got JAMES pregnant, and that's how Harry came about? No hiding it from the other parent then, eh? Well, I started this story a while ago but it somehow went AWOL within my computer, so... voila!
It might differ a little from the book or at least your interpretation of it, but thats too bad, ne? There will prolly be a number of OCs... Hogwarts is, after all, the BEST school in Europe, which means no Neville and possibly no Ron (he's an idiot!). But there will still be muggleborns, no worries.
Oh and the pairings are, lets see.. HPDM (far in the future--this starts on Harry's 11th birthday), LVLM, LVJP, SBRL, etc etc (I'll find someone for Sevvie-dear.. tee.) And this won't follow the canon timeline like.. hnnh, at all, but it might have some parallels and i promise to give Harry-dear some adventures Oh and as a side note, "Bunny" is Lucius, "Lolli" is Sirius, and "Uncle Sevvie" is... well, Severus cackle but only Harry is allowed to call him that w/o getting his balls hexxed off. Tee.
Chapter 1---
"Draco... wake up, Draco, wake up!" Harry shook his best friend, who simply snuggled further into the warmth that was Harry. "Dwaaaaaacoooo..." Harry whined as he did when he was younger. "IT'S MY BIRTHDAY, DWACO!"
Draco finally woke up, sitting up and blinking his bleary eyes. "Nnh? Happy birthday, Harry." The blonde murmured, still half asleep. Harry promptly chibified and glomped him until Draco finally had to gasp "Haaaaarry, I can't breathe."
Harry had the grace to look embarassed. "Sowwy... come on, less go wake up daddy!" Harry bounced (again with the chibi!).
"Okay!" Draco giggled, jumping out of bed.
The two eleven-year olds snuck to Harry's fathers room, giggling the whole while, thinking they weren't seen by the few people passing them in the halls (who just played along and kept walking, going about their business). Finally they reached the room they sought and Harry, giggling, threw open the door and the two bounced onto the bed.
"DADDY!" Harry yelled, and then frowned as he landed on something. He pulled the covers back and looked at his daddy expectantly. "Daddy, why is Bunny in your bed?"
"So I could wish you happy birthday, Squirt!" Lucius laughed, sitting up.
Harry giggled at Lucius. "Daddy, when can I get my presents?"
"After breakfast, baby." Tom smiled indulgently down at his son as he sat up in bed.
"Daddy! Daddy guess what! Daddy I'm eleven now!" Harry bounced up and down excitedly.
Tom ruffled his son's hair. "I know, Harry, I know. Guess who is coming over after lunch to take you to Diagon Alley, Harry?"
Harry's eyes lit up. "LOLLI!!!" He squealed in delight, and Lucius couldn't help but laugh. Harry still acted like he was three on his birthdays--birthdays called for a little celebration and fun, no matter who you were. Of course, he only acted like this in the East wing of his manor, the wing which housed their family, into which only the most trustworthy were admitted access.
Lolli was Harry's godfather, Sirius. After the death of Lily and James, Sirius had come to the Dark Lord to ask that he not hurt his godson and to pledge his allegiance. He stated quite clearly that his allegiance was with James and James' son, no matter what side of the war they stood on.
Tom felt a pang as he looked down at his son, seeing his dead love in the messy raven locks and bright smile of his son. James and Tom had fallen in love, but Dumbledore forcibly seperated them, and then forced James to marry Lily Evans. He tried to pass Harry off as Lily's child but the Dark Lord wasn't fooled. One Halloween night, he went with his Death Eaters to kill Evans and regain his husband and son... but some idiot had hit James by accident. In Voldemort's rage and grief he destroyed the house--a sharp piece of glass carving a jagged scar into Harry's forehead.
The death of Lily Potter, a hero and a figurehead for the side of "Light", caused a loss of hope. It was always far easier to defeat an enemy who thought they would lose. Tom Riddle, aka "Lord Voldemort", was now the Dark Lord and ruler of damn near all of Europe (damn those Russians!), and his Death Eaters were Ministers of Magic (or whatever respective title in each country), Lucius Malfoy in Britain. This was partially so he didn't have to be in constant control of everything (YOU try running Europe, sometime!) and also so he didn't have to deal with all the bloody paperwork. He was, however, consulted for all big decisions.
He had also made many changes over the years. Schooling, for instance. The first five years of schooling were to be done in Muggle schools, because Voldemort would not have his subjects ignorant of Muggle ways. Hogwarts was the finest, most exclusive school of magic in all of Europe and children with the proper potential were placed on the list at birth. Harry would, of course, attend Hogwarts. How could he not? Son and great grandson of the two greatest wizards of the century, with the third as his other father, Harry quite possibly surpassed his living father in power.
Harry was already a genius, he knew that. His teachers from his elite private school fawned all over him, repeatedly telling his father what a prodigy he was. Harry played the violin and the piano because they were "cultured", but his father knew the guitar was his true passion. He also wrote poetry, but never put it into song. He was fluent in 27 languages. His only shortcoming, really, was in the visual arts. He could never paint or draw very well, but he still tried his hardest and did... good enough.
But this September, Harry would go to Hogwarts, and would finally learn to harness the magic that ran strong in his blood.
He couldn't wait.
!heheehe!
Oh and the pairings are, lets see.. HPDM (far in the future--this starts on Harry's 11th birthday), LVLM, LVJP, SBRL, etc etc (I'll find someone for Sevvie-dear.. tee.) And this won't follow the canon timeline like.. hnnh, at all, but it might have some parallels and i promise to give Harry-dear some adventures Oh and as a side note, "Bunny" is Lucius, "Lolli" is Sirius, and "Uncle Sevvie" is... well, Severus cackle but only Harry is allowed to call him that w/o getting his balls hexxed off. Tee.
Chapter 1---
"Draco... wake up, Draco, wake up!" Harry shook his best friend, who simply snuggled further into the warmth that was Harry. "Dwaaaaaacoooo..." Harry whined as he did when he was younger. "IT'S MY BIRTHDAY, DWACO!"
Draco finally woke up, sitting up and blinking his bleary eyes. "Nnh? Happy birthday, Harry." The blonde murmured, still half asleep. Harry promptly chibified and glomped him until Draco finally had to gasp "Haaaaarry, I can't breathe."
Harry had the grace to look embarassed. "Sowwy... come on, less go wake up daddy!" Harry bounced (again with the chibi!).
"Okay!" Draco giggled, jumping out of bed.
The two eleven-year olds snuck to Harry's fathers room, giggling the whole while, thinking they weren't seen by the few people passing them in the halls (who just played along and kept walking, going about their business). Finally they reached the room they sought and Harry, giggling, threw open the door and the two bounced onto the bed.
"DADDY!" Harry yelled, and then frowned as he landed on something. He pulled the covers back and looked at his daddy expectantly. "Daddy, why is Bunny in your bed?"
"So I could wish you happy birthday, Squirt!" Lucius laughed, sitting up.
Harry giggled at Lucius. "Daddy, when can I get my presents?"
"After breakfast, baby." Tom smiled indulgently down at his son as he sat up in bed.
"Daddy! Daddy guess what! Daddy I'm eleven now!" Harry bounced up and down excitedly.
Tom ruffled his son's hair. "I know, Harry, I know. Guess who is coming over after lunch to take you to Diagon Alley, Harry?"
Harry's eyes lit up. "LOLLI!!!" He squealed in delight, and Lucius couldn't help but laugh. Harry still acted like he was three on his birthdays--birthdays called for a little celebration and fun, no matter who you were. Of course, he only acted like this in the East wing of his manor, the wing which housed their family, into which only the most trustworthy were admitted access.
Lolli was Harry's godfather, Sirius. After the death of Lily and James, Sirius had come to the Dark Lord to ask that he not hurt his godson and to pledge his allegiance. He stated quite clearly that his allegiance was with James and James' son, no matter what side of the war they stood on.
Tom felt a pang as he looked down at his son, seeing his dead love in the messy raven locks and bright smile of his son. James and Tom had fallen in love, but Dumbledore forcibly seperated them, and then forced James to marry Lily Evans. He tried to pass Harry off as Lily's child but the Dark Lord wasn't fooled. One Halloween night, he went with his Death Eaters to kill Evans and regain his husband and son... but some idiot had hit James by accident. In Voldemort's rage and grief he destroyed the house--a sharp piece of glass carving a jagged scar into Harry's forehead.
The death of Lily Potter, a hero and a figurehead for the side of "Light", caused a loss of hope. It was always far easier to defeat an enemy who thought they would lose. Tom Riddle, aka "Lord Voldemort", was now the Dark Lord and ruler of damn near all of Europe (damn those Russians!), and his Death Eaters were Ministers of Magic (or whatever respective title in each country), Lucius Malfoy in Britain. This was partially so he didn't have to be in constant control of everything (YOU try running Europe, sometime!) and also so he didn't have to deal with all the bloody paperwork. He was, however, consulted for all big decisions.
He had also made many changes over the years. Schooling, for instance. The first five years of schooling were to be done in Muggle schools, because Voldemort would not have his subjects ignorant of Muggle ways. Hogwarts was the finest, most exclusive school of magic in all of Europe and children with the proper potential were placed on the list at birth. Harry would, of course, attend Hogwarts. How could he not? Son and great grandson of the two greatest wizards of the century, with the third as his other father, Harry quite possibly surpassed his living father in power.
Harry was already a genius, he knew that. His teachers from his elite private school fawned all over him, repeatedly telling his father what a prodigy he was. Harry played the violin and the piano because they were "cultured", but his father knew the guitar was his true passion. He also wrote poetry, but never put it into song. He was fluent in 27 languages. His only shortcoming, really, was in the visual arts. He could never paint or draw very well, but he still tried his hardest and did... good enough.
But this September, Harry would go to Hogwarts, and would finally learn to harness the magic that ran strong in his blood.
He couldn't wait.
!heheehe!