Summary: AU. James and Lily never died. Voldemort went after Neville that night and Neville went on to have Harry's fate… or so people thought. Can fate change just like that? Harry now lives with both of his parents and his younger sister. He is somewhat of a spoiled brat. His mother is a model and his father owns the most popular qudditch and supplies store around, along with being on a professional team. The Cuddley Cannons. . Harry has been sorted into Slytherin and has befriended Draco Malfoy.
A/N: This story is VERY out there. I wrote chapters one and two about three years ago, so the writing isn't up to where I am now. I am rereading and fixing as much as I can, though. If I see that you guys don't like this story after the first couple of chapters I will not continue it. So please review, favorite, or story alert it to let me know you like it.
Chapter One
"Harry, sweetheart…" Lily's voice called as she walked into the bedroom. "You are going to miss the train if you don't get up." A rolled up ball on the king size bed let out a loud moan.
"Then you will have to take me, because I am not getting up right now!" Harry rather snapped in reply. Lily just sighed.
"We can't do that, though, baby," She said softly. "Your father has already left for the shop and after I drop you and Lindsay off at the platform I have to get to a photo shoot."
"Then you will just have to miss, now won't you!" Harry yelled and turned back over. The room was soon filled with his snoring. Lily shook her head, wondering why she let him run over her like that. She shut the door, quietly.
"Mum, you don't look so good…" Lindsay said after taking a bit of her bagel, as Lily walked into the kitchen.
"It's your bother," Lily sighed. "He isn't getting up and work won't let me miss the shoot…" With that Lindsay got up and started for the stairs. "Lindsay… what are you doing…" Lindsay didn't turn around nor did she answer. She continued to her brother's room.
"Harry James Potter!" Lindsay yelled as she jerked the blanket off of him. "Get your arse out of that bed and get ready!"
"You bitch!" Harry yelled back at her, feeling around for his blanket, his eyes still closed. "Get out of my room."
"No, you will get up and make it to that train or you aren't going to school! I refuse for you to be the cause of mother losing her modeling career! So get your arse out of bed or you won't go and I will tell everyone there it is because you are at home playing with dolls or something! I can think up something worse. It is a long way to Hogwarts." Lindsay yelled, her face red with fury. Harry threw a pillow at her, which she caught. "Want to throw the others at me to, so I know you don't have anything to lay on… Get up, Harry!" She yelled as he turned over and went to go back to sleep.
"Get out of my room!" He yelled through the pillows. "And give me back my blanket. I am cold!"
"Well you shouldn't sleep in your boxers then!" Lindsay let out a frustrated sigh. She walked over to his bathroom and turned on the cold water in the bathtub. She then ran down stairs and got ice and the big bucket that the gardener used sometimes. She then went back up to the bathroom and filled the bucket, with the now freezing, water and with the ice she had gotten. She had a hard time carrying it, but she made it to Harry's bed. She then threw the water on him, making him bolt up out of his bed.
"OSH! THAT WAS COLD, YOU CRAZY PYSCO BITCH!" Harry yelled, shivering.
"Then maybe you need to go take a nice hot shower… then get dressed and be downstairs in an hour or you aren't going to Hogwarts this year!" That was the last thing Lindsay said, before walking out of the room.
Harry stood there for a minute and looked at his soaked bed. No way he could get any more sleep now… might as well get a shower.
"He will be down in an hour," Lindsay informed her mother as she sat back down at the table where her bagel was.
"Thanks," Lily smiled. "You shouldn't have to do that though. I should know how to handle my own son."
"Don't worry about it, mum," Lindsay waved it off. "All boys go through the stage where they don't want to listen to their mothers. It really isn't that big of a deal."
"I guess," Lily sighed. "You best go get dressed or you will show up at the train like that."
"All right," Lindsay laughed and went upstairs to change.
About an hour and a half later Harry walked into the living room where his mother was looking very impatient.
"Where is Lindsay?" He asked as he put on a cloak.
"She is upstairs, still," Lily looked up toward the stairs.
"And she rushed me!" Harry muttered under his breath. "Stupid Gryffindor."
"What was that?" Lily raised her eyebrow at him.
"Nothing, mum…" Harry shook his head. "Can we hurry though. If I have to go by train I want to get there in time to find Draco."
"We have to wait for your sister…" Lily said, not commenting on her son being friends with a Malfoy. Draco apparently didn't know Harry's mother was muggle born.
"LINDSAY, HURRY THE HELL UP!" Harry yelled up the stairs. Lindsay soon came down with her trunk.
"I am!" She said through gritted teeth. Harry looked at her.
"No… no way my sister is wearing that out of the house." He motioned to her clothes. She had on a tight blue shirt that was low cut and a pair of tight blue jean shorts. Her red hair was half up in curls an half down.
"What is wrong with it?" Lindsay demanded.
"Look at it." Harry merely said.
"Lets get going…" Lily pointed to the door, trying to stop them from arguing. Lindsay just smirked and walked out the door.
"Why hello, Potters," Draco greeted Harry and Lindsay as they got onto the train. "Lindsay you are looking lovely as always."
"Fuck off, Malfoy," Lindsay rolled her eyes as she went to find her friends in a compartment. Draco stared at her backside as she did, biting his lip.
"Why doesn't your sister like me?" He asked Harry, not taking his eyes off of Lindsay until she disappeared into a compartment.
"I don't know," Harry shrugged. "Maybe it is because you are a Slytherin…"
"So are you," Draco pointed out as they walked to find their own compartment.
"Yeah, but she doesn't like me either." Harry laughed.
"I don't see why she hangs out with her pathetic friends when she knows she can hang out with us."
"I think she likes hanging out with Longbottom and those other two… I forget their names. She likes knowing she is friends with 'the chosen one'." Harry laughed.
"Chosen one my arse. That boy couldn't fight his way out of a paper bag, let alone fight The Dark Lord." Draco opened a compartment door and went in.
"Hey, Draco, Harry," Blaise Zabini nodded to them as they walked in.
"Hey, Blaise." Harry greeted as he sat down beside Pansy Parkinson. Pansy smiled a bit, before moving closer. Draco didn't mind… as long as she wasn't near him, he was okay.
"You just missed miss priss…" Blaise informed them and everyone in the room knew he was referring to Hermione Granger.
"What did that mudblood want?" Harry asked as he tried to push Pansy away.
"She was looking for something…" Blaise shrugged.
"I don't see how they can let something like that into our school…" Harry pretended to shiver and Draco laughed.
Lindsay walked down the corridor, very aware of Draco watching her, and into the sixth compartment where she found Neville, Ginny, Hermione, and Ron.
"Hey, you guys!" She smiled at them brightly. They all nodded toward her. "What are you doing?"
"Just talking about our summers," Neville explained, jerking his shaggy brown hair out of his face. Neville was said to be the chosen one to defeat Voldemort. His parents and grandmother had died when he was a baby and he was forced to live in a foster home. Neville was skinny, but not unhealthy skinny. He had been training for the battle, so he had some muscle to him. "How was your, Linds?"
"Umm… it was…" Lindsay stuttered, trying to find a word for it. "It was all right. As much as expected when you have Harry for a brother."
"Ah," Neville nodded. "You should have came over to the Weasley's with us. We had a blast."
"Sorry I missed it. I got the letter, but we were in America for my Mum's work." Lindsay explained to them. "But you all are invited to my house a week of the Christmas holidays. I know you don't like Harry, but he is going to have his own friends over and he won't bother us."
"Sounds good to me," Neville smiled. "Better than at the home."
"Yeah, sounds great to me, too. As long as Ginny and I are at home for Christmas day. Mum goes insane if we miss it." Ron explained and Ginny nodded in agreement.
"I will come, too," Hermione said. "But I have to be back before Christmas day as well."
"All right, that is fine," Lindsay nodded and took a seat.
Harry pulled off his shirt and threw it on the seat. Everyone else had went to the bathroom to change, but he decided to change in the compartment. He heard the compartment door open and saw that Granger girl walk in.
"Oh, sorry," she apologized.
"Damn, mudblood," Harry snapped at her. "Can't you even see that someone is changing in here!"
"I said I was sorry!" Hermione snapped back. "No need to be rude."
"I am rude? You parade in here while I am changing and it is ME that is rude?" Harry defended.
"By accident and I apologized!" Hermione then sighed and shook her head. She knew it was fruitless to try to argue with him. She turned around to go out of the compartment.
"They need locks on these things." Harry muttered to himself as he pulled on his uniform shirt. He heard that door slide open again and opened his mouth to cuss at Hermione some more, but quickly stopped as he saw it wasn't her. Instead a tall slender blonde with bright violet eyes stood in the door way this time.
"Harry… what was Granger doing in here?" Daphne asked as she walked, closing the door behind her.
"She wanted to get a look at me without my shirt, I guess." Harry shrugged, using his typical cocky tone. "But of course, who wouldn't?"
"Oh please," Daphne rolled her eyes, but smiled.
"Hey… you know you like it," Harry flexed and Daphne just shook her head, blushing a little.
"You are so full of yourself. You are worse than Draco," She informed him, pulling her blonde hair back into a ponytail.
"I am not full of myself," Harry began to walk over to her. "I am self confident. And you are wrong," He placed his hands on the wall on either side of her, trapping her against it. "I am far away from Draco. So far that he can't touch me… you can if you want to though." This was a whisper in her ear. He then moved his lips to her collar bone, where he pulled down her shirt and began to kiss lightly.
"Harry… you know I have a boyfriend…" Daphne whispered as she tried to push him away.
"He isn't here though," Harry replied and went right back to his seductive actions.
"Harry…" This was more of a moan as his kisses grew harder and difficult to resist. "We can't…Blaise…"
"Screw Blaise," Harry growled, not even lifting his head. Daphne tried to push him away again, but Harry wasn't budging.
"Harry," Daphne ran her hands through his jet black hair. "Please… we have… to stop… they will be back…"
"Fine," Harry sighed and walked back over to his seat and looked her in the eye. "But this isn't over."
"What isn't over?" Draco requested as he and Blaise walked back into the compartment.
"Nothing," Harry ran a hand through his now messy hair, looking rather annoyed.
"Are you okay, baby?" Blaise asked Daphne, seeing her expression.
"Hm? Oh, yeah, I am fine," She assured him with a smile. He kissed her on the cheek.
"Good." Blaise turned back to the guys. "So, any ideas on who you are putting on the qudditch team this year, Harry? Since three of our chasers don't go to Hogwarts anymore. All we have left is you, Draco and I."
"No," Harry said shortly. "We will have tryouts."
Harry didn't say another word the rest of the way to Hogwarts. Draco found this odd, but didn't ask any questions until they were alone in the dorms.
"You all right, mate? You seemed kind of tense on the train."
"I am fine," Harry huffed as he pulled off his shirt, getting ready for bed.
"You sure?"
"Would I say it if I wasn't?" He asked rudely. Draco was a little taken back, although he should have been use to it. Draco nodded, not arguing. He didn't want to be kicked out of the Slytherin King's court. Harry climbed into bed and rolled over to where he wasn't facing Draco. Draco sighed. He hated it when Harry was in one of these moods. He was worse than a PMSing chick.