Harry groaned loudly, he was having a nice dream up until the point someone started poking him. Slowly he opened his eyes and reluctantly pulled his glasses onto his face, to find himself looking up into familiar hazel eyes.

"Jonathon!" He groaned. "What do you want?" Harry sighed, sitting up and rubbing furiously at his eyes, causing his glasses to go askew.

"Mum says you have to get up," Jonathon replied, Harry sighed once more before dragging himself out of bed and out of his room to the bathroom across the hall; he reached out to the doorknob and tried to turn it, only to find it locked.

"Hold On!" A girl's voice called, after about half a minute a young girl appeared, she was pale with flaming red hair. "Sorry Harry." The girl said smiling brightly at him before slipping past him and down the stairs.

Harry walked into the bathroom; he looked up into the mirror and stared at his reflection, black hair as messy as ever, skin still looking sickly pale as it had since… Never mind. Though, now he was covered in a couple more scars, as well as the lightning bolt that he'd had for as long as he could remember.

Maybe you need to have this explained to you, fourteen years ago, as was predicted, Lord Voldemort arrived at Godric's Hallow and attempted to murder Lily, James and baby Harry, he failed on all three accounts, he did however manage to curse the child, before disappearing himself. The years passed by, then when Harry was two his sister Samantha Tulip Potter was born, and yet Voldemort was still to be found, then when Harry was six, Jonathon Sirius Potter was born.

It wasn't until Harry had started his first year at Hogwarts that Voldemort made his presence known, he attacked Harry through a teacher, the attacks got worse and worse, eventually, just two months ago things became desperate.

Hogwarts held the first tri-Wizard tournament in over fifty years, a complication meant Harry was entered, underage and under prepared. He managed to reach the last task unscathed, but something within the task went very wrong, Harry and the other Hogwarts competitor, Cedric Diggory, were transported to a graveyard, the details were hazy in Harry's mind, but he knew in exact detail bringing back Cedric Diggory's dead body.

Harry shook his head violently, running a hand through his hair, a habit his mother would often complain Harry got from his father, and walked back into his room once he had washed, Jonathon was gone, but a pile of clothes sat on his bed.

Five minutes later Harry emerged from his room, and walked down into the family dining room, it was full of family photos, a cabinet which held the cutlery, dinner plates and glasses, as well as an oval table which sat in the middle of the room.

"Morning," A man said, he was sitting in front of the large window, he was smiling warmly at Harry, but behind his glasses Hazel eyes held both love and concern as he watched his eldest son.

"Morning dad," Harry replied tiredly, he took his place at the table between his mum and sister, who looked near identical; apart from the fact his mother was older.

"Sweetheart, how are you?" Harry's mother asked, emerald eyes flashing with concern and love, not unlike his fathers.

"Good, good," Harry replied tiredly, he grinned at Samantha, who was too damn perceptive for her own good, but she just had a big heart and was concerned for her older brother. Jonathon sat there looking confused, he was too young to really understand what was going on, so to lighten the mood Harry pulled a silly face, making the nine year old laugh. Lily smiled at Harry before meeting James' eye, he still looked really concerned.

"Stop looking at him like that all the time!" Lily hissed at James as the pair cleared up after breakfast, they were in the kitten, attempting to clean the dishes, but not getting far.

"How can you not be more worried?" James snapped back at his wife.

"Because I know our son, he'll get past this," Lily shouted, she threw the plate by accident, smashing it against a wall; it hit a photo, causing the frame to crack and the glass to shatter.

"I am fed up of watching our son get through it, Lily, I am so damn fed up of watching him get past it!" James gritted out, hands going white at the knuckles as he gripped onto the work surface.

"What do you want to do then James? Hey, what do you want to do? If I could leave this damn house and go searching for the monster that is trying to ruin our lives I promise I would! But! I can't! I wish I could do something but I just can't!" Lily sobbed, her arms flailing around as James stared at her and wondered how things had managed to get to this, and if they could ever go back.

"Jonathon floo'd me," A voice said suddenly from the doorway, Lily turned to see her twin standing there, arms crossed and looking annoyed. "He was scared because mummy and daddy were smashing things." Ivy stated.

"Sam is at Amy's! Where's the deatheaters!" Another voice shouted, and suddenly Sirius appeared wand in hand, a frantic look on his face that they all knew too well, he saw Lily and James and the smashed Photo and plate.

"Sirius thought you were attacked," Ivy practically snapped at the couple before her.

"Jeez, prongs, Lily, are you two fighting?" Sirius asked sounding honestly shocked, in all their years, through everything, they'd never really fought each other.

"Go away Padfoot!" James snapped, looking away from his best friend.

"We're looking after Harry, Jonathon went to Claire's. I want you two to sort yourselves out, go on a date, do something, we'll make sure the kids are fine, and we'll bring them back tomorrow," Ivy said. "Sirius help Harry gather his kit, James will help you, I'll help Lily here," Sirius nodded and walked out of the room followed by James, as Lily flopped down onto the floor and started to pick up the pieces of shattered glass, tears still rolling down her face. "What happened Lily?"

"Oh, it was just a- it was just a stupid argument," Lily said quietly as she threw the pieces into the bin.

"An argument that scared your children," Ivy replied, tucking a piece of blonde hair behind her ear.

"I- Oh God, I'm an awful mother!" Lily sobbed. "Everything has been so tense since that poor Diggory boy was killed! Ivy, that was nearly my son, my Harry!" Lily sobbed; Ivy hugged her sister, unsure of what to say.

"Talk it out with James, and Harry tomorrow maybe. But you have to talk to James tonight, the kids will be with us, and you can have some time to yourselves," Ivy said finally, she looked up in time to see James bend down and help his wife, kissing the top of her head.

"Come on, we'll go out for dinner tonight," James said softly, Ivy smiled at the couple, before getting up and meeting Sirius and Harry in the living room by the fireplace.

"Come on Harry," Sirius said as he held on to a backpack with Harry's night stuff in. "Let's get a move on."