Heloooo. This is my second fanfic so plz be gentle...
I have got to stop saying that, I'm keeping this PG13 dammit!
Onto the disclaimer!
Harry Potter does not belong to me but to J.K. Rowling and only the oc's in here belong to me.
Be warned, this is a wrong-boy-who-lived story with Dumbles bashing and Potter bashing so if you like these characters then don't read or keep reading if you enjoy the pain it causes you, if you're into that sort of thing I guess...
I am rating this T just in case and I would have put that in the summary but I ran out of characters.
It was inevitable that you would get some people who missed it when they were handing out intelligence. Nobody was perfect of course, but that didn't mean that arrogance, ignorance, vanity and the utter lack of common sense was acceptable. To prevent these things from happening, we learn about the mistakes of the past and the things they did to fix them in order to create a better society. Some people though liked to cling to the past, thinking it was okay the way it was, that doing the same thing their ancestors did instead of moving towards individual goals, was the way it should be.
The magical society of Britain was particularly rampant with this train of thought. I won't say magical society as a whole, because that would suggest every other magical society in each country was the same. As it stands, magical Britain refused to move forward and this was mostly due to some silly superiority complex over the muggles. In case you didn't know, muggles are basically people without magic. Because of this, pureblood propaganda was born. Purebloods felt that muggles and muggleborn witches and wizards were beneath them and that they should keep magic to themselves to ensure it's purity. This is a load of bullshit (excuse my French) however because we all know how well inbreeding went for our royal families long, long ago.
The magical society (mainly purebloods) viewed squibs as even worse than muggles, which is ironic considering their inbreeding is what causes them. Squibs are people born from a magical family, only to have no magic, similar to how a muggleborn is produced from a non magical family, only to have magic. Corruption ran through this isolated society like a disease and everyone turned a blind eye to it, even the so called 'good witches and wizards'.
There are other stupid things I could go on about like the whole light and dark controversy and the corrupt ministry, but we would be here all day. Point was is that it was like a special kind of magical stupidity. Hermionie Granger, when she gets older, would say that wizards had no common sense at all and Luna Lovegood would back this up by saying that there was quite an infestation of nargles in today's magical society.
Lily and James Potter were a good example of these 'good witches and wizards' that were on the 'light side'.
You should however know, that James and Lily had never been like this before, they were actually pretty good folk. Lily was a muggleborn who was considered the brightest witch of her age and never discriminated. Lily had always told herself to believe there was good in everybody and not to judge anyone for what they where. Lily didn't discriminate the Slytherins like the other gryffindor did and that was why she became good friends with Severus Snape.
James Potter, despite being pureblood, did not discriminate against muggleborns. Sure James Potter and his friends were bullies at first, who were heavily against Slytherin for that matter (this got them into many fights with Lily). But they eventually started to change. This change led to Lily and James getting married and having children.
Unfortunately this was in the middle of a war due to a dark lord who wanted to rid the world of muggleborns, or at least put them in their place and keep their magic 'pure'. Once again we have a clear example of pureblood bigotry.
Lily and James Potter had given birth to healthy triplets, two boys and one girl and treated them all equally like the good parents they were. However this would change because of one certain prophecy. This prophecy had come out of the blue one day when Sybill Trelawney was being interviewed by the headmaster of Hogwarts who has way too many titles, about a teaching position in divination. They were just wrapping up the interview when the slightly barmy teacher suddenly threw her head back and in a rather eerie voice, spoke the prophecy. The prophecy spoke of a person with the power to defeat the dark lord Voldemort and was going to be born on a certain date. Turns out Sybill was actually a seer and that was her first prophecy.
There were four people who matched the date said in the prophecy. One of them was Neville Longbottom and the other three were the Potter triplets. Because of this, the Potters had to go into hiding under the fidilus charm with Sirius Black as the secret keeper. They eventually decided, in order to be inconspicuous, to change it to Peter Pettigrew. This would be their biggest mistake.
Peter Pettigrew was a coward and a death eater serving under the dark lord Voldemort because he didn't have the backbone to oppose him. It was on that fateful day in October when people where celebrating Halloween that Voldemort descended onto Godrics Hollow.
In another universe, Lily and James Poter where playing with their only son in the comfort of their own home, when the dark lord came. In this universe, Lily and James where out, leaving Harry, Eric and Rose Potter in the 'capable' hands of Peter Pettigrew. Instead of having to fight his way through the two parents, he was let in inside by the snivelling rat Peter, who upon facing the dark lords back, actually felt a twinge of guilt before stuffing it away along with the happy memories of his friends smiling at him in acceptance. There was no going back now.
Time seemed to slow down when the twisted bigoted man ascended the stairs, his black robe flowing behind ominously, leaving behind a shadow in it's wake. When the innocent white door with cute little pictures on it was opened with the jagged corrupt hand, he was not stopped by a loving mother determined to protect her children. He let his red eyes gaze amongst the three children.
The first boy had jet black hair and luminous green eyes and looked up at Voldemort with intelligence shining in his eyes. The second boy had messy red hair and hazel eyes and started to sniffle at the sight of the dark lord. The girl had wavy tufts of red hair and a similar pair of emerald orbs as the boy and like her oldest brother turned to look at the intruder without fear unlike her younger brother.
Voldemort smirked. It had to be either the first boy or the girl, he could feel the powerful magic coming off of them. It was a shame he had to kill them, he could have used their power and they seemed to be intelligent children as well. The runt would have to be killed off as well. He could just leave the boy alone considering he was nothing special and his magic level was average at best. However, he could not be too careful and it would be nice to see the looks of horror and despair on the Potters faces when they found all of their children dead.
Voldemort lifted his wand and pointed it at the boy with the captivating green eyes who looked at him curiously. In another universe, the wand would be pointed at Rose first and the same thing would happen. In another universe it would have been Eric he pointed it at, and he would have died and the dark lord would then proceed to point it at the next child. In the end, no matter what universe that included these three in it, the same thing would happen, with or without Eric.
"Avada kedavra!" he commanded and green lightning shot out of the tip like a snake ready for it's next prey, prey which was Harry Potter. However this was not meant to be, as a powerful force of energy pushed back the impossible to stop spell and it went towards the man who casted it in the first place. The horrible, twisted man- no, Thing, let out a scream just as twisted and perished into dust. The wall behind the three potter children was practically blown away with the force of magic and Harry Potter fainted as a lightning bolt scar sizzled on his forehead and a piece of debris cut Eric Potters cheek, causing him to cry out and start wailing as his sister whimpered.
The following events would be life changing to all the Potters. Life could have carried on being semi-normal, had a certain meddling old wizard kept his trap shut and his crooked nose out of the family's life. As it was, he was infected with a particular brand of wizarding stupidity. Once upon a time he might have been the wise wizard everyone thought him to be, but old age had caught up to this foolish old man.
When Lily, James and Sirius rushed to the scene, they where greeted by a just gaining consciousness Harry, a crying Eric and a shaken Rose who appeared to be trying to comfort the youngest triplet.
When Albus too-many-names Dumbledore came onto the scene he looked over the three distressed children and named Eric Potter 'The boy who lived' with the scar on his cheek as proof of him surviving the killing curse. The scar on Harry's forehead was brushed aside as something he got when the house exploded. They would never know what had really transpired that night, even as people put up their glasses in cheer of Eric Potter, the-boy-who-lived
This is pretty short, but it's only the prologue so I guess it should be.
Criticism is welcome here as long as it isn't on fire.
Also, apparently spell check doesn't recognise Hermionie as a name. Now that's just rude.
Edit: I have come back to this and changed up a few things as well as a serious spell check. I must have done this at night :p