The Other Boy Who Lived
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters. EXCEPT: Rainy Daye. She is my character.
This is my first Fic. If you don't like, it. I'm sorry. You don't have to read it.
One year old Harry Potter sat on the floor next to the body of his mother. He stared at the Dark Wizard in front of him. His brother, Draco, stood in the crib, tears streaming down his face.
"Mommy?"
The wizard pointed his wand at Harry and muttered the two words that had earlier killed Lily Potter. Green sparks shot out of the wand. They hit little Harry in the forehead, knocking him over and etching a cut shaped like a lightning bolt. The spell was meant to kill the young boy, but instead it backfired and hit the older wizard, blowing him to pieces.
Draco looked down at his now unconscious brother.
"Hawwy?" Harry didn't move. Draco started crying. He cried until the bedroom door opened and a man walked in. Draco shrunk into his crib. He was afraid of this man. The man walked to Harry and picked him up off the floor.
"Good. 'E's still alive." He turned to Draco. "Come 'ere, lil fella. I won' hurt yeh."
Harry woke up and started crying for his mother.
"It's alrigh', Harry. We're going for a little ride. You and me and your brother."
When he got outside, a woman was standing there.
"Can I help you?"
"I've got a letter from Dumbledore to take the unharmed one."
"Let me see it, if you would."
"Here."
He read it over.
"Very well, Narcissa. If this is what Dumbledore thinks is best." He handed Draco to the woman.
Harry started crying.
"Dwaco!" He cried out, reaching for his brother.
"Just go, Hagrid. I'll take care of this one."
Hagrid got on his motorbike and rode off. Harry cried for his family until he fell asleep.
Hope you like the story so far and want to read more. Please r&r. no flames.