Authors note: This story is written supposing that instead of trying to kill Harry, Voldemort targeted Neville instead. And obviously Neville's parents sacrificed themselves for him.
Chapter 1.
"Good morning, Harry!" Mrs. Potter said, stroking her eleven-year-old sons cheek. Harry opened his eyes. "What?" He asked groggily. "You're going to Hogwarts today." His mum said smiling. A smile spread across Harry's face. "I'll leave you to get dressed," His mom said. "And don't take to long!" Mrs. Potter left the room. Harry sat up in bed and put his glasses on. He got out of bed and threw on some clothes. All the while, he was daydreaming about what it was going to be like at Hogwarts. He hurriedly brushed his teeth and ran downstairs. His mum had just conjured up some porridge. "Eat up," She said, setting the bowl down in front of him. Harry ate quickly. "Ready!" He said when he had finished eating. Mrs. Potter looked up from the Daily Prophet. "We still have an hour before we have to leave, darling," She said. "Well why can't we leave now?" Harry pleaded. "Because, then we'll just be sitting there." His mum replied. Harry sighed. His eyes kept flitting to the clock. Finally, after what seemed like forever, Mrs. Potter said; "Harry, go and fetch your father, will you? It's time to go!" Harry leapt out of his chair and ran to find his father. "Dad!" Harry said. "It's time to go!" His father looked up from the broomstick he was polishing. "Is it? Well, I'll be down in a minute," He said. "Ok!" Harry said, before running back to the kitchen. "He's coming." He told his mum. "Good, now, are you sure you have everything?' His mum asked. Harry nodded. "Your broom?" Harry nodded again. "Wand? Parchment? Quills? Owl?" Harry nodded furiously. "Robes? What about…" His mum was cut off by Mr. Potter, " I'm sure he has everything, and if he doesn't we'll send it to him." Harry nodded in agreement. "Now come on," His dad said. "Or we're going to miss our portkey!"
"Come on! Through the barrier! Quickly, we don't want any muggle's to see us!" Said a plump red headed witch, as she herded 5 red headed through the train station. "Come on! Percy, you and George!" Two boys disappeared into a wall. "Ginny, you and Fred." A boy and a small girl walked through the wall. "Ok, Ron, you come with me." The witch and the smallest of the boys walked through the wall. Mrs. Potter noticed Harry looking at the family curiously. "That's how you get onto the platform," Harry's mother explained. "Come on." She led him over. "You go with your father and I'll follow." Harry walked with his dad to the wall. "Best start at a jog," His dad said, jogging. Harry jogged beside him, his eyes screwed tight, prepared for the impact that didn't come. "You can open your eyes," Mr. Potter said, a smile in his voice. Harry opened his eyes and saw a mass of people in cloaks and pointy hats, the train was red and black, with purple smoke floating out of the smoke stack. "I have my toad, grandma," Harry heard a round faced boy say. Suddenly, a shrill whistle pierced the air. "Better get on the train," Harry's dad said, giving him a tight hug. "I love you," Harry said. "I love you too," His dad said, ruffling Harry's jet black hair. His dad moved aside and Harry's mum enveloped him in a hug. "Write us when you get there," She said. "I love you," She gave him a quick peck on the cheek. Harry waved to his parents as he boarded the train.