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Chapter 1: The-Last-Son-Who-Lived

Jor-El watched as his only son soared through the upper atmosphere of the exploding planet, Krypton. His wife, Lara had already been killed by the traitor General Zod. Zod had tried to steal Jor-El's Stardrive prototype. However unknown to the general was that the stardrive ship could only fit a child. The child that would fit the spacecraft was Jor-El's son, Kal-El.

When Zod had arrived he had managed to hold back Zod long enough for his wife, Lara Van-El, activated the stardrive. This action enraged Zod so much that he stabbed Jor-El in the side and physically threw him across the room. He ran and stabbed Lara through the heart before she could even react. Zod had realised too late that he had made a mistake and killed himself. It had only been seconds since Kal managed to escape his home planet. After he watched his son go off to the stars he crawled to his wife's corpse.

"I love you Lara," Jor-El whispered as he and the rest were grabbed in Death's cold embrace.

XOXOXO

The spacecraft made its way across many different galaxies. However the spacecraft didn't go unnoticed by many of the higher beings in the universe. One of these was a great wizard known as Shazam. Shazam had been known by many different names such as Merlin and Godric Gryffindor. Shazam's personal friend, the Phantom Stranger, had calculated where the child's craft was going to land. The Stranger and Shazam blessed the child with the ability to utilize magic, this was because of where he was going to land.

XOXOXO

Lily Potter looked down at her precious son, Eric Sirius Potter. It had been six unforgettable months, her little boy was growing up fast. His red curly hair grew longer almost daily, his hazel eyes shone with mischief just like his father's and he had a small amount of puppy fat. Suddenly she felt her magic pulling her to a forest near the Potter family home in Godric's Hollow. After journeying for fifteen minutes she found a large silver craft in the middle of a crater.

Lily rushed over to craft, the Ravenclaw side of her coming out. After a minute of inspecting the craft, a door opened. Instantly her ears were bombarded with a baby crying. She rushed over to see a baby with black hair, blue eyes and wrapped in a blue blanket with a stylised S imprinted onto the fabric. She picked up the baby and momentarily regretted it. Her memories were changing. Instead of only having one baby she had two! This baby, Harry James Potter. She looked down at Harry and stroked his hair as he slept.

"Let's go home," she whispered and walked back towards Godric Hollow. Unknown to her a man in a black watched the events unfold.

"Good luck Kal-El," whispered the man before he turned away. A silver coin fell from the man and landed on the forest floor. The man smiled again.

XOXOXO

Peter Pettigrew stood in the doorway of Godric's Hollow.

"Thanks Peter, your a lifesaver," said James as he straightened his robes.

"It's okay," said Peter. "I don't mind watching the kids,"

His words fell upon deaf ears. It was too late for Peter to turn back now. He realised during his 5th year that the other Marauders used him as a source of light entertainment. He turned to the Dark Lord hoping to get a feeling of belonging. Peter quickly realized his mistake, but it was too late. For Wormtail it was always too late. He absent mindly put the boys in their cribs. As soon as he placed his fingers on the dark mark Harry screamed. A shadow quickly filled the children's room as Lord Voldemort appeared.

Wormtail ran over and kissed the robes of his master. Voldemort however wasn't paying attention to his whimpering betrayer.

"I value loyalty Wormtail, which you sadly have none," said Voldemort. "Avada Kedavra," he said in a matter of fact tone. Wormtail was hit with the killing curse before he could even react. Voldemort stared at the two children. One was asleep while one was awake. The boy with the blue eyes stared at Voldemort.

"Goodbye Harry Potter, Avada Kedavra!" screamed the Dark Lord. At the last second Voldemort noticed that Harry's eye started to glow scarlet. The killing curse rebounded upon Voldemort, ripping his body apart. The glowing in Harry's eyes didn't stop, light poured out of his eyes and onto the roof. The burning roof caved in. A piece of rubble collided with Eric Potter's hand. The baby woke up crying as a scar in the shape of the letters LV burned in his hand.

Three hours later James Potter ran into the nursery closely followed by his wife, Lily. They both ran over to Eric's crib and immediately noticed the scar.

"Lily, Eric is the boy who lived," said James. They had forgotten about their other son, leaving Harry in his crib in the smoldering.

XOXOXO

Harry Potter stood in the attic of Potter Manor staring out at the grounds. Harry realized he was no ordinary wizard, he knew he was just a bit more special then everyone else. He remembered the fateful Halloween night when his twin had been declared the boy who lived. Harry knew different, he once tried telling his mother this but she locked him in the dungeons for a week. Harry liked the sunlight, it made feel strong. He blinked as he looked down at the grass. His family where sat down there eating Eric's third birthday cake while Harry looked down wanting to be treat equally.