Summary: Neville Longbottom is the Boy-Who-Lived. Harry goes to live with his aunt and uncle after Death Eaters attack his parents when they are out. Harry and Hermione become neighbors when he moves into his aunt's house. They quickly become friends and are bullied by their classmates. When they go to Hogwarts, they are again picked on by the entire school with Neville and his gang, Ron, Seamus, Dean, and Lavender as the main instigators. After years of abuse, the two children start to turn dark. They also begin to retaliate to everyone. They have a strong disliking for authority. Major Weasley (except the Twins and Arthur, cause the Twins are too badass, and Arthur because he's too nice) and Dumbledore bashing

Author's Note: This is my first time writing a fanfics so please bear with me. I would like constructive criticism, but please do not hate on me. Also, I am completely American, and have no idea about the politics of Britain, therefore I will have all my subjects that are related to that, will be dealt with, with my American knowledge, so I'm sorry if I upset anyone, but I just don't feel like trying to learn it at this time. I will update when I can, but I probably will be inconsistent on the updates, other than that, please R&R, and have fun

Chapter 1: Happy Anniversary!

November 16, 1981

#12 Grimmauld Place

6:20 p.m.

James and Lily Potter apparated into the home of their dearest friend, Sirius Black. James was an in shape 6'2" wizard with hazel eyes, and messy black hair. Lily was a petite 5'7" woman with green eyes and long, red hair that reached down to her mid-back. With them was their one year old son Harry. He looked like a miniature James, but with his mother's eyes.

As they entered the large kitchen James shouted out, "Lucy! I'm Home!" Lily smacked his shoulder lightly as she giggled at his antics. She murmured something that sounded a lot like 'prat.' They heard someone walk down the stairs, and then the door opened as a tired looking Sirius stumbled into the room. "Hey Prongs, Emerald (Lily), what you need of old Padfoot?" Sirius asked as he slumped into the nearest chair. We were wondering if you could watch little Prongslet here, while the missus and I celebrate our anniversary." James replied sitting down himself. As they started talking, a house-elf came in and put several plates of various dinner items on the table. Sirius nodded, "Happy anniversary! Sure I'll watch the little squirt." Sirius dodged the roll that thrown at him by Lily and straightened up laughing. One second later he fell to floor yelping in pain as Lily's stinging hex hit his shoulder. James howled with laughter as he watched his friend roll around in pain.

"Merlin, Lily! That hurt!" Sirius whined as he climbed into his chair. "Oh shut up Sirius! You'll wake Harry up with all the noise your making," Lily chided as she conjured a small, wooden crib with green blankets. She gently placed her son in the crib and pulled the blankets up to his head. Leaning in, she kissed his little forehead whispering, "Goodnight Harry, be good for Padfoot." James stood up and walked up behind his wife, putting his arms around her waist. "Sleep tight Harry, watch over Padfoot here." He said. Little did they know this was the last time they would ever see their son. Saying Goodbye to Sirius, the two Potters left via apparation, back to their house for a romantic night.

November 18,1981

Random Street in Wales

1:36 a.m.

"YOU MOTHERFUCKER, PETER! WHY THE HELL DID YOU DO IT? WHY'D YOU BETRAY JAMES AND LILY?" Sirius yelled at the cornered Peter Pettigrew. "W-w-w-what do y-y-you m-m-mean, Sirius?" Peter stammered in a mix of fake fear and real fear of his friend. "You know damn well what I'm talking about!" Sirius yelled. Sirius was very disdraught at the moment.

(Flashback)

Yesterday morning, Sirius had joyfully walked down the stairs after he heard someone floo into the kitchen. Expecting James and/or Lily, he walked in planning to tease them about their romantic night. "So James, you make a…" Sirius trailed off when he noticed a very somber looking Albus Dumbledore. A closer look showed a small bundle of green blankets with one Harry Potter sleeping inside.

Turning towards Sirius, Albus said, "Please sit Sirius. I have some grave news." Getting really worried and confused, Sirius did as he was instructed asking the Headmaster what happened. "I think we both know what happened Sirius. Last night the Potters were attacked in their home by the remaining Death Eaters." Sirius crumpled up in his seat. After a couple of minutes he looked up and asked, "What happened? Are they alright? And what do you mean I betrayed them? You were there for when we cast the Fidelius Charm!" Albus looked Sirius over before saying, "I'll amuse you for now. Last night the Potters were murdered by Death Eaters upset that their Lord was dead. Since you were their Secret Keeper it can be assumed that you told them where the Potters were."

"B-b-but, I'm not the Secret-Keeper. You and I both know that we decided Peter would be the best person to keep the secret!"

Albus gave Sirius a rather evil smile as he dicreately slipped his wand out of his pocket. "But no one else knows that, do they? It's our little secret.¹" And that's when the wards around Grimmauld place took effect. Albus was launched from the house, sadly taking the poor upset little Harry with him. Albus landed sharply on his ass saving Harry from a rough landing himself. As Albus got to feet he thought he heard the late Mrs. Black yell, "AND STAY OUT!"

(End Flashback)

"Lily and James are dead because of you!" Sirius continued to yell at his former friend. Sirius was so focused on Peter, that he never noticed the Aurors apparating behind them, but Peter did. Pretending to still cower in fear from the man pointing his wand at him, Peter slipped his wand into the hand behind his back. "I-I-I don't k-k-know w-what your t-t-talking about S-S-Sirius, my o-old f-f-f-friend. Y-y-y-you w-were the P-P-Potter's S-Secret-Keeper." Peter stuttered. "Don't fucking lie to me Peter!" Sirius yelled as he threw a reducto at the little man. Barely dodging the curse, Peter sent his own curse down the alley, towards the muggle filled street.

The chaos that followed would give the Ministry of Magic many weeks of headaches, cramped hands, and even more headaches. A grand total of 17 people were killed that night, including 13 muggles, 2 Aurors, and…

…one Peter Pettigrew.

Meanwhile

November 18, 1981

Private Drive, Surrey

1:15 a.m.

"Hand me Harry, Hagrid." Dumbledore commanded in his grandfather voice. The half-giant passed the Headmaster the bundle of blankets that contained Harry. As he handed Dumbledore the recent orphan, Hagrid had silent tears running down his face into his tangled black beard. Professor McMonagoll stood next to Hagrid comforting as best she could. Dumbledore slowly walked up the drive of number four and onto the porch. Stooping down, he placed young Harry on the top step, along with a letter to the Dursley's. Standing back up, the three magical left Surrey. Dumbledore was the last one to leave. Before he apparated, he turned back to look at the boy. He loved making people miserable, and he knew that by making this boy grow up with his aunt and uncle would ensure that he would be miserable for a long time.

A/N: So that's the first chapter. Please R&R