A/N: This is my first Harry Potter Fan-fic! Constructive criticism and comments welcome

I do not own Harry Potter!

/Thoughts/ look like that.

'Spells' look like that

Anyway on with the story

31st October 1981

James Potter was sat on the floor entertaining his twin sons.

To his left sat a chubby brunette with hazel eyes and a naturally rosy complexion he may have been cute was it not for his air of arrogance and smug smirk, his name was Charlus Maverick Potter. James' attention was mostly on 'his little Char' partly because he was practically a mirror image of his father when it came to personality, as well as being his favourite though that was as he said a 'secret' which was a lie. His last reason was that as soon as he turned his attention elsewhere Char began bawling his eyes out over the loss of attention. Meanwhile his twin gazed at the scene with mild curiosity, intelligence burning in his forest green eyes that were partially hidden by a mop of raven hair which was a stark contrast to his pale complexion. He was the complete polar opposite to that of his brother: quiet, mature and vastly more intelligent than his dimwitted twin.

Lily Potter stormed into the room red hair flaming behind her as she shouted "James Charlus Potter what have you done to my babies?!" "Nothing hone..." he began to say as she gave him a death glare that clearly said 'If your lying you will regret it' "Honest Lils I just turned away from Char for a second." As James responded his wife scooped up her twins while saying "Aww, poor babies, did you think the naughty man was ignoring you?" Although this question was rhetorical the mother was unsuprised when her 'raven', Harry, replied in perfect English "No mummy, Charlus just doesn't like all the attention available directed away from him!" His mother giggled, her laugh like music, Harry was always making intelligent observations and remarks out of the blue. He had been doing this for about two months:

!Flashback!

Lily was sat head in hands over-worked and overly stressed on the cottage's sofa before letting out a deep sigh. Harry was sat at her feet, forest eyes brimming with concern, he got up stumbling slightly (his walking skills were still developing) he steadied himself on her knees. After analysing her behaviour and deducing what was wrong, he spoke up deciding now was the time to reveal what he had been studying and learning for weeks "Mummy, what's wrong?" "Oh, nothing sweetie just work" was her reply not quite realising her son had spoken for the first time, it just seemed so natural. "Are you sure? I can help" he said really wanting to make his mum happy, she seemed so stressed, at this point Lily looked up partway through his sentence as a look of pure awe crossed her face. She secretly wished that James hadn't taken Char (his personal and 'secret' favourite child) for a quick trip out (under the polyjuice potion of course Voldemort was still around somewhere.) As this thought crossed her mind her face lit up in a beautiful smile as she picked up her 'raven' and swung him around, evidentally her raven was so similar to her and one day going to go on to do great things...

!EndFlashback!

Lily laughed that same twinkling laugh that lights up rooms as she realised her raven had hit the nail on the head. /It was such a shame Char wasn't as smart, though she would never say that/.

So far he had shown no trace of magical inheritance at all, yet it was still early, as for their raven child he had already had two instances of accidental magic just proving how powerful he would soon become. "Alright, time for bed babies," she said to the children in her arms

Suddenly, James jumped to his feet as he felt the wards around the house crumble. "Lily it's him, take the boys and run!" "James I..." "GO!" With a fierce and passionate love in her eyes she bolted up the stairs with the twins bouncing in her arms. She entered their room not bothering to look around the magically created, moving forest scene, she placed them into their individual cots and turned round as she heard the blown off its hinges and the body of her husband hit the ground with what she could only assume was the killing curse (though she didn't know the door had in fact hit James and knocked him out). Char began to cry as soon as his mum's attention was diverted away but the fiery redhead had no chance to soothe him before the door turned to ash. Lily flung her arms out screaming "Take me, kill me, not them" "Out of the way you stupid girl!" "Please not my babies take me!" "Out of the way!" "Anything but my babies, take me!" "So be it" Voldemort flick his wand sharply a green lighting bolt went soaring toward her without giving her time to react. Suddenly, a beam of golden light connected from the heart of the raven child to the heart of his mother before tossing her out the way so as to make sure it didn't kill her. As she landed, her head connected with the false fireplace knocking her out-cold. The Dark Lord didn't pay attention to Lily and therefore assumed his curse had hit the mark, he began debating which child to kill it didn't take long for him to see intelligence burning behind forest green eyes. He read the name plaques beneath the cots. /Harry. It's a shame he'll have to die, his magical aura was ... ASTONISHING. This boy was more powerful than Dumbledore. How could such a clever boy be related to such an insolant brat?/ All these thoughts crossed Voldemort's mind as the killing curse soared toward little Harry. Suddenly, Harry giggled as another bolt of golden light leapt from his chest absorbing the green lightning before reflecting it back to Voldemort. As this happened an onyx stone from a ring on Voldemort's hand was torn off by the rebounding curse before sealing itself onto the nearest child's hand with the magical residue. Unfortunately this child was actually Char and it was this main factor that led Albus Dumbledore to believe that Lady Magic herself had blessed Char with a ring that was a marking of magical loyalty, not being an idiot, or so he thought decided to check their cores but in his haste he managed to mistake Charlus' small core for magically exhausted. He regarded the other child as simply tired and did not bother to check Harry, he left to heal Lily and James before using a quick 'Renervate' to bring them back to consciousness.

As soon as that was done he proclaimed Charlus Maverick Potter as "The-boy-who-lived!"

A/N: I hope you enjoyed and will try to update soon.