The Boy? Girl? Who Lived by PapillonMagique

Rating T

Warning: cross-dressing, future slash, manipulative Dumbledore (mild)

A/N: I wrote this because I wanted to read a story about a Harry that dressed effeminate or that liked his aunt and followed her (like ducks after their mother or role model)

Disclaimer: I do not own the Harry Potter books/series nor characters. I wrote this for my own enjoyment not profit.

Prologue

The night of October 31, 1981 was a dark one; there was something sinister in the air. The inhabitants of Godric's Hollow had no idea that tonight was the night that would change the wizarding world forever. It started out as a quiet night.

Lily was in the kitchen with Harry carving a pumpkin, well she was carving Harry was throwing the guts around. James who was in the living room stuck his head into the kitchen after a particularly loud giggle.

"Alright what's going on here?" he asked a smile in his voice.

Lily looked at him and shook her head. "I'll have you know that your son is making a mess of our dinner."

James grinned widely at this," Is that true Harry, are you stopping you mom from making dinner."?

Harry flashed his father a toothy grin and flung some of the pumpkin guts at him with a giggle. After dodging the thrown goop James ran around the table scooped Harry up and flew him around the room.

"That's my boy, always making trouble. We'll make a marauder out of you yet."

With that he flew into the living room. Lily shook her head at her boy's antics, and then paused.

" James Charlus Potter don't you dare teach my son to become a menace!"

Laughing loudly she heard him reply," Don't worry Lils he'll do it on his own."

Walking back into the kitchen James set his son in his highchair grinning the whole time.

"Dada, gurgle phht ha ha-ha!",his son cried happily banging his tiny fists on the food tray.

Making silly faces he set about making his son laugh until he couldn't anymore. Lily shook her head at their silliness and continued to make dinner, wondering how she could be so lucky. It was too bad she didn't know that luck was about to change. James felt it first, the warning in the wards.

"He's here" he whispered.

Lily looked up. "Who's here?"

Just then there was a loud crash. "Voldemort's here."

"He's here, Lily take Harry and run I'll hold him off."

James turned around and headed into the living room. It was the last she saw of him. Scooping Harry up, she ran up the stairs, taking them two at a time. She barricaded herself in the nursery using every shield charm and locking spell she knew.

As much as she loved her husband she knew that he would not be able to hold him off for long.

Placing Harry in his crib she said to him," Know this my son your father and I love you and we always will. I'm proud of you; I know you'll grow up to be something great."

The sounds of fired spells filled the house then the sound she dreaded "Avada Kedavra" and the sound of a body hitting the ground with a sickening thud.

"Oh, James." She cried tears streaming down her face.

There was no time. He was coming.

Lily took the silver knife from its hiding place under the floorboards. Carving her palms she began to chant.

Creak.

Third step was creaky.

Squeak.

Fifth step squeaked.

Thud.

The top step was solid.

"Muwahahaha".

He was here, it was time.

As the door blew open in her face, Lily faced him with a single thought in mind. Her son was safe, that was all that mattered.

And the rest as they say is history.

A/N: I hope you liked the first chapter. I know that it said they sat down for dinner but I wanted it be more dramatic. I also left out the part where she begs him because I thought it out of place. I mean here she was, her husband dead, her infant son behind her. Why would she not whip out her wand and fight him. Come on! She was an Auror too.