Disclaimer: Would I write a fanfic, if I own Harry Potter?
Warnings: Non-Magic, AU, Neglect, Major ANGST(following chapters)
A/N: This will only serve as a prologue and I can guarantee to all of you that following chapters will be longer, AS in SUPEEER loong... hehe xD
~Prologue~
James and Lily smiled fondly as they watched their one-year old Harry pet and play with their dog Snuffles. A ring from the telephone however, stole their attention.
"I'll get it, dear. You just stay there and watch our little Harry."
Still smiling, James went to answer the phone.
"Hello sir, are you a relative of one Mr. Charlus Potter and Mrs. Elizabeth Potter?" a female voice rang out the other side of the line.
"Yes, I am their son. Can I ask why?"
"Well, I am Doctor Poppy Pomfrey of St. Mungos Hospital. I am afraid to tell you that Mr. Charlus and Mrs. Elizabeth Potter had an accident this five o' clock in the afternoon and we regret to inform you that they did not survive. We tried our best to revive them but they have not been breathing for too long. We are sorry, Sir. We really are."
"W-what?" was the only thing he could say as he collapsed…
Five days after the funeral was the Will Reading seeing that the Potter's are one of the wealthiest families in the world. Since James is their only son, all their riches will be going to him and his family.
Moreover, that is the point of no return for Lily and James…
