Disclaimer: This fic is purely fantasy. It has not happened, though if one believes in multiple realties, perhaps it has. For your benefit, and my legal obligation, the obligatory shall now be spoken: I DO NOT OWN THIS! JOE ROWLING OWNS HARRY POTTER! Thanks. Now, please reply. Thank you again.

A/N: I wrote this when I thought long and particularly hard on the problems of Harry Potter. The whole injustice I felt towards his treatment at the Dursley's hand, and Albus' blind eye to his suffering. To me, Sirius and Remus seemed better candidates, but then you have Albus not lifting a finger to save Sirius from twelve years of imprisonment in hell. As I ramble on, let me point out that those characters who are additions to this fic, an Alternate Universe of the main cannon, they do belong to me, at least the secondary main character, named after yours truly…At least in first name alone. The rest belong to Graciloo, who I hope will not harm me when or if he finds out I am using his characters without permission. Please, don't harm me…Too badly.. :)

P.S. A/N: I've decided to omit the whole Elemental powers entirely, as a caring reviewer has pointed out to me, it puts a child into too much of a position for power abuse. This shouldn't change much. Alex is now merely an exceptionally gifted child, no more powerful than Snape or James or Sirius when they were at Hogwarts. Thanks…

And now, on with the show…For your entertainment and pleasure…

A Hogwarts Diary:
HARRY POTTER & ALEXANDER PRINCE
Alternate Sorcerer's Stone

By Zodiac Phoenix

(Original Cannon Material by J.K. Rowling)

Prologue

To say Sirius Black was nervous would be an understatement. He was beyond nervous. He was out of his bleeding mind with worry. The light of his life, Evelyn Prince, was having a complication to her month overdue son, whose birth had been delayed via a modified draught of sleepless death that she had taken because of some silly prophesy that the Dark Lord was believing.

He glanced with some trepidation and fear at his best friend, his closest mate, a blood brother who he had been with through seven short years of school and he was already feeling both excited and fearful for the man. They were now in their early twenties, and the man was a proud father of two. Fraternal twins. Lily was with the girl down the hall, in a permanent ward for expecting mothers and mothers who wished to stay for a while before returning home. Lily had refused pain killers, believing them harmful to her children. Amanda was the name of the girl, after Lily's great grandmother Amanda Evans, who was a nurse in the first great muggle war, World War One.

It seemed almost fitting that James would name his son after his father, who was strangely absent.

"Where is John when you need him?" Remus asked almost nervously. Even though a full moon was nearing, the werewolf wanted to be here for his best mate. Together they were a tight knit group from their school days by the name of the Marauders. Remus had been awarded the status of Prefect, in the very vein hopes of reigning in his two friends, but the man was too laid back. He spoke out against what they did, but did little else. Sirius had always thought the man a little whipped. He growled at Sirius as he walked back and forth, trying to wear a path in the marble flooring.

"Would you stop?" Remus finally snapped.

"What?" Sirius asked. "I can't help it…They've been in there for nearly an hour."

"She'll be fine, Padfoot…" James said, not looking up as he bottle fed a baby Harry, whose brilliant emerald eyes stared up at them with such innocence it was almost heartbreaking. His small hands grabbed James' nose, making the young man chuckle softly.

"What is so funny?" Sirius snapped irritably.

"I think he likes my nose…" James said slightly muffled, making playful biting motions at Harry's tiny arm. The boy reluctantly let go, turning his pure green gaze to Sirius, who felt his own body tremble. In just a few short hours, perhaps he'd be looking into the willing eyes of his own son. He and Evelyn had silver blue eyes, so it was almost assured he'd have a silver pair of eyes. Hopefully. Her fathers' brother, a man named Montgomery Monty had been in there with her, offering his strength to her when the contractions had sent Sirius outside as the Medi-witches delivered the child. He wondered what the matter was when a pair of people appeared that made him frown. Severely.

"Snivelly at six o'clock…" Sirius growled. James snapped his head up, smiling as his eyes connected with Dumbledore. The man almost enthusiastically ran over, proudly holding up his son, who giggled and made groping motions at Albus' rather bulbous nose and half moon glasses. The man wiggled a finger at the boy, smiling as he studied the boy. The other man, however was staring at Sirius, and the door beyond, with some amount of undisguised disgust. He could only imagine what was going on behind his greasy locks. He just hoped the man would refrain from doing anything that invited him to hex the man. He already suspected Severus heavily of being a Death Eater who as leaking information. He wasn't alone, but Snape had also cast doubt upon him, pointing out all the times that Sirius was 'conveniently' missing during attacks, only to show up with reinforcements.

"What is he doing here?" Sirius asked, his look of disgust turned to Snape. "You aren't welcome…I thought she and I made that pretty clear to you…"

"I can go wherever I do not wish, Black…neither you nor my foolish cousin can tell me where I can or can't go…" he said in a hissing voice. It caused Harry to start crying, making the man wince, staring at the child with loathing.

"You're scaring him, Severus…" James gently chastised him. "Come here, Harry…Don't worry…This man will be your Potions teacher when you go to Hogwarts…" he held Harry so that he could see Severus, who tried to smile, but it came out in a disgusted grimace, making the boy start balling again. James muffled a laugh as he shrugged, his eyes thanking the man mutely as he vanished into a room where Lily was. Snape stood at the door, while Dumbledore tired, and failed to console Sirius' nervous mind.

"Do not worry…I'm sure its just a minor complication…Your son shall be fine, Sirius…Look, here comes the Medi-wizard now."

Snape turned and walked over, standing behind Dumbledore as the man in question appeared from the room. He looked nervous, and he nodded to them.

"Are you the father?": He asked, looking at Sirius.

"Yes…How is she? Is my son alright?" He started asking. The man nodded.

"There is a…slight…problem…He has fallen into a temporary coma…We don't know what caused it…We suspect the odd mark on his cheek is the root of the problem. But we can't find any magical residue…"

"Let me see her…" Sirius demanded. The man sighed, standing aside as Sirius rushed in. James appeared, cradling a baby girl as Lily slowly emerged from the room, a hospital gown and a loose bathrobe around her, Harry in her hand, clutched to her breast. She weakly greeted Dumbledore, who felt a sharp pain of sympathy, seeing her so weak from a dual birth, something that would tax any mother.

"How are you holding up, Lily?" He asked. "You look tired."

"I feel tired…" She whispered. "Its been nearly a week, Albus…I thought you said it wouldn't be like this."

"It is typical for the drained feeling of birth to continue for a week, two at most, for most normal pregnancies…" Snape said, drawing himself up and looking proud. "I would say with the dual birth, you continue to feel this way for at least a month. A common strengthening potion and sleeping draught at night will get you back on your feet within a few weeks time."

"Thank you, Severus." She smiled, weakly pulling her husband away from the door. "What's going on?"

She peered in, seeing Evelyn asleep as Sirius and Monty were deep in a whispered conversation. Sirius seemed upset about something, and stormed off as Monty seemed to make something apparent to him.

When Sirius ignored Remus and James' calls, Remus trailed after him, James walking in with a weak wife and Albus and Snape. Albus' eyes were drawn, almost immediately, to the child. As the doctor had said, he had a strange birthmark. It was on his right cheek, somewhere between his jaw line and just central over his cheekbone. It was shaped almost like crescent moon, a thick and slender C that outlined an invisible moon. A small star shaped dimple or scar was in the center of the nearly whole crescent circle. Snape peered almost intently at it, his face one of confusion.

Lily placed Harry near the baby when Snape straightened, glancing at the unconscious cousin of his, before nodding to Monty and exiting, his face troubled.

"I believe he is concerned his son may be the one the prophesy spoke of…" Monty said, slowly taking a draw from his smoking pipe, the sweet scented smoke calming the raw nerves of James and calming Albus' ever working mind.

"I thought…" James started, stopping as he glanced between Monty and Albus. Monty had been the one, along with his father John, to collect the spoken Prophesy, naming one of six possible children to be the candidate for Voldemort's ultimate doom. Of course, three were dismissed. They were in America or somewhere else, and were only distant possibilities. Three in particular, two whom were nearly side by side, were the most probably of candidates for Voldemort to choose. The other one, the new son of Alice and Frank Longbottom, was being nursed in a separate room, Alice hopefully long asleep. Albus wanted to protect all three parents, and had spoken with each about the possibility of hiding with the powers of the Fidelus charm. Only two had taken the offer.

The Longbottoms, being a proud pure blooded family, refused to hide. They would face the dangers. They, however, were the only ones. Evelyn was already being 'hid' because of her cousin. The man wasn't as much a danger to her as the fact that they were related. She had bonded with Sirius, even though a few years separated them in age, and when she graduated, had put off her training as a Medi-witch to be with Sirius. Now here she was, fast asleep, her son's fate balanced on the tipped scales of Fate.

It seemed injustice that any of the three would have to suffer such a horrible fate. But it seemed Fate had big plans in store for the one whom Voldemort would attack. He would supposedly have powers the Dark Lord knew not. And right now, at least to Dumbledore, he had inkling he knew who that child was. And right now, he was lying on the bed before him fighting for his life.

"Lily!" James' shouts broke her gaze from her slumbering cherubs. She looked up, her heart in her throat as she heard her husband scream for her to take the two and run. He was here.

"JAMES!" She screamed, leaping in front of the crib as the nursery door was blasted open, a quivering, watery eyed man bowing at the robe hems of the worst wizard alive, Voldemort.

"No…" She moaned, watching Voldemort levitate James dead body to her feet, the look of his mangled, once handsome face and upper body making her sob, breaking down.

"You can join him, if you wish…" Voldemort said softly. "But I didn't come here to kill you…Jus hand them over, Lily…We don't have to sacrifice any more innocent blood this night."

"Is that what you said when you murdered the Prewitts?" She demanded. "Gideon and Fabeon?" She felt tears of fear and rage welling in her. "You're a monster!"

"That may be so…" He said, his snake like face curling into a hideous caricature of a grin, making her tremble in fear. "Now…The children, Lily…"
"No…" She sobbed brokenly.

"I do not intend to kill you, but I will if you don't stand aside."

"Not them… Please not them… NOT THEM!" Lily sobbed, forcing herself to stand between her aggressor and her children.

"STAND ASIDE!" Voldemort said forcibly!" Stand aside, you silly girl…stand aside, now…."

"Not them…please…Take me instead…Kill me…."

Voldemort's lip curled as he suddenly brought his wand up.

"Not them…please…have mercy…have mercy…" Lily's broken sobs were cut off as a green light struck her. Peter Pettigrew, once friend to the now dead Potters, sobbed softly as he watched his master halt momentarily. There was a glimmer of light that surrounded both infants. He turned his wand to Harry first.

"This is the last time I shall ever have to be troubled with your shadow again, dear boy…" he hissed. His drew himself up, his wand swishing down.

"AVADA KEDAVRA!" Voldemort screamed, feeling his soul break as the spell struck the boy squarely in the forehead. He laughed coldly at his triumph. But when the green light suddenly came rebounding back, he gave a strangled scream of pain.

"WHAT IS THIS MAGIC!" He screamed. Peter gave a frightened pull on his master's robes as the man slowly and ungracefully fell to his knees, his entire body trembling, green light running in tiny cracks across his body as he screamed his last. His body exploded with more force than a muggle stick of TNT, showering Peter with bits of Dark Lord as the torso and headless thing fell onto the ground. He gave a strangled sob, his face full of fear and awe as took in the passive face of the baby Harry. He lay there for what felt like hours, until he got the strength to crawl over and retrieve his master's wand…

The house was slowly falling apart, a failed attempt by someone to destroy it and kill what was left of the Potter family. Hagrid, having received a note revealing the location to him by Dumbledore, had burst through the front door like a muggle fireman, braving falling timber and smoke and ash to retrieve both the bodies and the babies.

By the time he emerged, his pink umbrella sending the dead forward of him with their invisible guard, he appeared very somber, seeing the strangled sobs escaping Sirius Black and Severus Snape, both of who were with Albus Dumbledore.

"Than it is done than…" He murmured. He drew over and looked down at Harry. A lightning bolt scar bled freely, a fresh sign of the Prophesy. But what of Alexander Prince? What part would he still play in this? And Neville Longbottom?

"Why…" Sirius moaned, hovering over both bodies, crying quietly. "Why you, James? Why not me?" He sobbed. "You don't deserve this. I do. I deserve this punishment…"

"Sirius…" Albus said, trying to draw the man away. He wasn't budging. "Hagrid…Quickly, the Muggles shall arrive soon."

"Yes, sir, Professor Dumbledore sir…" Hagrid handed Albus both children, then reached down to put both of his hands on Sirius' shoulder, but the man shook them off. A feat in itself, considering they were both the size of trash can lids.

"Peter…" he murmured quietly. When Albus looked at Sirius, he saw a man on the last threads of sanity. "I'll kill him. I'm going to KILL THAT BLOODY TRAITOR!" Sirius roared, but Hagrid had him in a restricting grip as he tried to make a dash for his bike.

"Calm down, Sirius…" Albus said, giving Hagrid a thankful look. "Please…You may lead the search for your friend…Right now we must bury one…."

Sirius fell to his knees again, sobbing as he clutched James' unmoving body, his blood brother dead. Gone.

The funeral was very sad indeed as Albus committed both Lily and James Potter to the sad little graveyard of the Order, which sat a mile from the village of Hogsmeade and near the school. It was covered in the anti-Apparation zone, and all the headstones held permanent wards against any abuse of the honorable dead to Dark Arts related evils. This was one of the most well protected graves sites, reserved for those who gave themselves to a great cause. Sirius had been the one to deliver the eulogy. It was sad. Filled with bitter sweet memories and very little laughter. The man had lost his wife, his child, and now his best friend and possibly his god son. Albus had already considered the Dursleys, distant relatives of the Potters, for the twins to be sent to. The patriarch of the Dursleys, Petunia Dursley, was Lily's sister, and her blood would play a part in an ancient blood shield charm he had in mind, but already, Sirius was fighting him on it, using whatever means he could to rest from his old grip the custody of the Potter twins.

He swore under a solemn oath under the effect of Vertiserum that he hadn't been the one to betray the Potters, still throwing Peter in the light of shame. Snape merely considered this trickery, but as the man had proved through all means he could, that he was innocent, the Ministry had decided to go on James and Lily's last will, which was being sorted through by the goblins at Gringotts, who knew that the will spoke of Remus and Sirius being the twins' god parents, should anything untoward happen to them.

Albus had tired to tell him about the blood charm, but Sirius waved it off, pointing to the fact that Voldemort was dead. No one could come back from that. And since Albus didn't know to what lengths Voldemort had driven himself to obtain his twisted goals of Immortality, he couldn't on begin to imagine that this wasn't the last that they would see of the dreaded Dark Lord Voldemort. For now; celebration and laughter, toasts to Lily and James. And to Harry. The-Boy-Who-Lived…

Evelyn Prince was perhaps the one to take their deaths the hardest. She was a close friend to Lily, as inseparable from her at school as Sirius and James were. It seemed only natural that both boys would court both girls, and Sirius found her as irresistible as James found Lily. She had only been in first year when they were in their third, and they had left during her fifth, but Sirius kept returning to the school, trying to win her love when her heart was split. When Alexander was born, Sirius had left her. He had proposed to marry her before they had consummated their personal vows. They were to be married to seal the deal. Then Alexander happened. A bolt of the blue that made her and Sirius happy. But something must have upset him, and he distanced himself. He stayed with Lily and James more, and when the time came, he left her, crying and broken, at the place where they had lived for a barely a year together to go chasing after Peter and when she had shown up here, to stay with Monty in fear, he broke the news.

Lily and James didn't survive the attack. Young Harry was the boy who survived where so many had died. How? How could he live when her own gut told her no one could survive that? Albus of course feared it would be her son? So why not him?

Her son was like most baby boys. A tad selfish, hogging the blankets when she slept with him curled up on her bed, an always brightly smiling child when she looked at him. He was small for a baby, but he never seemed to cry. He did, but not as often as one might have thought. She also found that he had some sort of natural mental shields, which pushed her away when he began crying. The fear she felt coming off him at times made her sob to herself, but always she kept a happy gaze for her son. She had been the fool to trust Sirius. But her son wasn't to blame. He was as innocent as a unicorn. He wasn't to blame for anything…

Monty walked in, carrying a steaming mug of something that smelled faintly of chamomile. "Would you like something to calm your nerves, sweet heart?" he asked, his Scottish accent making her smile as she nodded, sitting up. For a Scots men, he was very kind, his spectacles perched, like Albus', on his nose. His short black beard and well brushed hair held back in a ponytail made him look distinctively cultured. Which he was. But he was as strong a definition of the Gryffindors as anyone could ever meet.

"Thank you…" She whispered, taking a strong draft of the tea as she smiled, curling her feet in. Monty's special hand-made tea mixtures always warmed her, heart and soul, and had the calming effect she always liked. She brushed her tears away, holding the mug up in a silent toast as Monty held his pipe up, making her laugh quietly in spite of herself. The man could always bring a smile to anyone's lips no matter if they were angry or sad. Not that he didn't have his share of those emotions too often. Like Albus, he somehow knew how to grin and bear it, no matter the challenge. He gave a long draft on his pipe, sitting down.

"So what do you say to my proposition?" He asked, his eyes sparkling as she ran her hand through the glossy raven locks of her one year old infant, who was playing with an animated lion, who had a pair of wings with which to taunt her baby boy. He chased it around, pouncing on it whenever the lion would stop to let the child pet him.

"I'd love to accept it, but you know what Albus said, Monty…I have to take one thing at a time…Plus, what about Alexander…I have to look to him…If I leave the Order, I could always turn my attention back to my passion…Perhaps get my Medi-witch license."

"Perhaps work with your father's brother…" he murmured, smiling as she gave him a pointed look. "I understand your displeasure with the Ministry, my dear, but you must understand that there are things people shouldn't know, no matter how important they may seem…"

"If you knew what Albus has told me…Has entrusted to my mind…" She shook her head, her throat constricting as she thought about it. "Maybe he'll be safe with our new Order…" She whispered.

"Around that many werewolves…" he shrugged, nodding his head from sight. "It is up to you. Just remember, that he is my grandson. I would like to see him from time to time, Evelyn…"

"You will, Monty…" She said, standing and sighing. She collected both son and toy, a present from his now late father. She felt a tingle of sadness as she saw the headline, "SIRIUS BLACK: INNOCENCE OF ALL CHARGES!" on the late edition of the Evening Prophet. She hadn't read it, but she doubted it. She used her wand to summon her day pack, slipping it over her shoulder as she followed Monty to his door.

She placed a kiss on his cheek.

"Don't worry, Monty…The time may come for use to rejoin the Order, but for now, my son must come first. His safety and fate may very well still be tied with Voldemort and Harry Potter."

"Too true…" He sighed. "Good luck…" He called as she ran out into the driving rain, like the heaven was weeping, mourning the loss as she cast impervious charms on herself, her son, and his toy lion. Then she went to the end of the drive, turning in place as she vanished with the faintest of cracks.

Just as she disapparated, his fireplace roared emerald green. Sighing, he sat down, making what was left of his tea and mixing in some of his personal fine brandy, offering it to Albus.

"Has she gone, then?" He asked curiously. Monty firmly nodded, his sparkling dark eyes on the floor. "Very well…"

He held up his goblet at the same time Monty did.

As once the murmured: "To Harry Potter!"