Author's Note: Greetings! This is my first attempt at writing a multi chapter story, so I hope you like it. I realize that some of this might be a bit cliche, but I hope I have an original spin on it. My plan is too actually do a series spanning all seven years, with this as a pre-Hogwarts story, but first I'll have to see if people like it.

Enjoy!

October 10th, 1981

Hiding.

Eileen Diggory was tired of hiding. Looking at her three-year-old son (Almost four! Already! They grow so fast!) she sighed wistfully. Why couldn't the war just end? Stupid Voldemort and his stupid Death Eaters attacking their home and sending them into hiding... and, to top it all off, they had destroyed her garden! The nerve! Now, she was just so tired of hiding in this awful muggle neighborhood, with the Gemino cursed houses, and waking up every morning to see her poor husband looking so weary and itching to return to work. For goodness sake! They had been here for two years already! Eileen missed her garden, and she missed her family, and she missed her best friend, Molly, and she missed always having the possibility of having another child-

No, she didn't want to think about that. She didn't want to think about the Death Eaters attacking, their malicious grins as they crucio'd her as she screamed until her voice was all gone, and she couldn't bear to remember the stillness and the suffocation she felt as the healer informed her, no, I'm sorry Mrs. Diggory, the damage is to great, and Amos holding her as she cried, it's okay Eileen, we have have Cedric, we have our boy, Cedric, Cedric-

Cedric. Her little darling boy. She loved him so. His curious grey eyes staring at her under his mop of dark hair. He was so loving, so caring, surely a Hufflepuff like his father. But still, she wished she could give him a little brother or sister to care for. There weren't any muggle children his age in the neighborhood he could play with and, little Cedric couldn't even play with little magic children because they were trying to stay hidden-

Yes, Eileen Diggory hated hiding.

October 12th, 1981

Sometimes, Eileen wondered if there was a spell on their house to make Cedric grow faster. How was it that he was already four years old? His little head was already past the top of the kitchen table (she should probably relocate the jar of chocolate frogs now that he was tall enough to reach them). And, to think, he had pretty much grown up his whole life in this awful house, void of interaction with children his age, always in fear, always in hiding. The poor boy didn't even know why they were hiding! Amos had tried to explain, but he was too little to understand. And now, he was four. Practically graduating Hogwarts already! Why, he hadn't even been two when they were attacked. How the time flew by! Now, Eileen wished that time would fly fast to the end of this awful war.

It was this war that had caused all this pain! All her pain! It was why she started crying when Cedric told her what he'd liked for his birthday ("A little brother, mummy!"), it was why Amos was so restless, it was why she couldn't have her garden of magical plants because, honey, we're in a Muggle neighborhood, floating plants might bother them! Eileen was sure if You-Know-Who himself was to attack right now, she would not be able to restrain herself from punching him in the gut, her dark hair flying all around her, hazel eyes alight with flames. She pictured herself giving him the lecture of his lifetime, forcing him to cry for his mother and shoot an Avada Kedavra at his own ugly face.

And so, Eileen Diggory smiled her first true smile in a long time.

November 1st, 1981

Eileen Diggory wanted to forcefully pull her own giant pure blood foot out of her obnoxiously sized magical mouth. Yes, she wanted the war over. Yes, she wanted You-Know-Who defeated. Yes, yes, yes she wanted out of hiding!

But not like this!

She most certainly did not want a young couple to die and their little son orphaned. Oh, the poor boy! But, she forced these thoughts out of her mind as Amos flooed home, a bright smile on his face, because he could go back to the job he loved and because his little family was safe. And she couldn't stop smiling as she saw Molly again after two years, already with more kids than when she left (Eileen ignored the small pang in her chest as she watched the large brood of children). And she even laughed as she saw Cedric get to ride a broom in the open air for the first time.

But, at night, she still felt a bit guilty as she thought of poor little Harry Potter, all alone, off to live with some far off relatives.

November 9th, 1981

However, as it turned out, little Harry Potter was not off to live with some very far off relatives. He was off to live with some very close relatives.

Very very close relatives.

As in the oh-look-isn't-that-Harry-Potter-across-the-street-with-our-neighbor-that-awful-Petunia-Dursley kind of close relative.

Yes. That kind.

And, believe it or not, Petunia Dursley was hitting him. Harry Potter. Who, though he must have some amazing power since he did take down a Dark Lord, was still a child. A very small child.

So, Eileen did what any sensible witch would do when faced with their tiny savior who was being abused by his aunt.

She took him.

And, so begins the story of little Harry Diggory.

So, there is the prologue. I've already got most of the next chapter done, but I might wait to post it based on this chapter's reception.

So, what do you think? Too cliche? Was it unbearable to read? Are your eyes bleeding?

Please review to let me know!

Oh, and before I forget: DISCLAIMER: I do not own Harry Potter. However, if JK Rowling wishes to give it to me, I will not turn it down...