Summary: A short story about how things could have gone if Voldemort had never existed.

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter!

Welcome to Hogwarts Draco

Introducing Harry Potter (1/8)

A slender sixteen-year-old made his way down the stairs to the kitchen in his house where he found his father sitting at the kitchen table reading the Daily Prophet. The man's back was rigid and his hands were clenched tightly around the paper. Stepping closer the boy contemplated what was wrong with his father, but he stopped once he saw the article his father was reading.

Potters divorce takes a turn for the worse

Just two days ago Lily Evans, formally Potter, was seen with her divorce law-wizard on a date. They were having dinner in the small but cosy restaurant Le Meurice. Now the question we are all asking is; does James Potter know about this development? The Potters have only been divorced for just over a month now. Was this affair of miss Evans going on before the divorce? Go to page 4 for more information.

The boy winced as he read the article over his father's shoulder. He knew for a fact that his mother's affair had been going on for nearly a year before his father found out. After that he tried to work things out with Lily, but she wasn't willing to do so. After another month they finally decided to get a divorce. It was a rather short one though. His mother had signed a pre-nub when they had gotten married which left her with fairly little money too speak of, merely a thousand Gallons, but she didn't need it anyway. Her new lover had enough money after all.

"Morning Dad." The boy said softly placing his hand softly on his father's shoulder, but the man barley reacted. After a while he turned his head and placed his own hand on his son's. "Morning Harry." He tried to shift the Prophet away so Harry wouldn't see it, but Harry merely shook his head. "Already read it. I've been standing here for a while." Harry smiled at his father before taking the paper from him. "Orenda!" A small popping sound alerted Harry that Orenda had appeared behind him and the turned around looking at the small house elf. "Whats can Orenda be doing for young master Harry?" Harry smiled a little. Orenda's speech was getting better and better. Ever since Harry's muggle-born friend Hermione had come over he had been ordered to help all the house elves in his manor with their speech. So far Orenda was the only one who was really taking to it.

"Burn this for me please and next time the Prophet arrives check through it and throw it away if there is anything in it about Lily." Harry saw his father smile proudly at him. He knew his father was glad that he had taken his side and not his mother's during this whole ordeal. Though Harry would never have even considered taking his mother's side. Getting a divorce because your not happy with the other person any more; fine. But cheating and then getting a divorce because you were found out; now that's just low. Harry sat down on the chair across from his father and a bowl of cereal was put in front of him by one of the house elves. A soft 'thank you' left Harry's mouth right before he picked up his spoon and began to eat. James ate his own breakfast; bacon and egg; while watching his son.

Harry had been a blessing in disguise during this whole divorce. James had had this awful fear that Harry would take his mother's side during it all and... well no matter what his pre-nub said if Harry had taken his mother's side James would have happily given Lily more money so she could take good care of Harry. He knew Harry didn't care much about money, but he would have wanted a good life for his son. 'Luckily though Harry has a good head on his shoulders.' James thought fondly. They sat quietly until both had finished eating and the bow and plate were cleared away.

"So, school starts again in two weeks. You reckon we should go shopping in Diagon Alley tomorrow?" Harry looked up at his father and nodded before looking back down at his hands. There was something Harry had been wanting to tell his father ever since he came home for the summer, but he didn't really know how his father would react. And call him a coward, but he had already lost his mother; not that he needed her; who had made it very clear what she thought of him when he stayed with his father instead of her. He didn't want to lose his father too.

"Hey kiddo, what's wrong?" Harry looked up at his father and cracked smile that didn't reach his eyes. "Nothing. Just thinking. Let's go to Diagon Alley first thing tomorrow okay?" James looked disbelievingly at his son but nodded anyway. "Sure. What are you doing today?" He asked. James knew Harry rarely if ever really lied to him so he was going to find out what Harry thought was so... wrong; maybe; that he couldn't tell him. "Nothing really. I think I'll go for a fly." Harry said shortly before standing up and walking over to the kitchen door. "Okay, have fun son." Harry looked over his shoulder and smiled. "Thanks dad." James nodded. 'That smile was fake too.'

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A few hours later Harry found himself on his Firebolt flying circles around his and his father's chimney. It had been a while since Harry had flown just for the hell of it. Back at school he would nearly always just fly during Quidditch practice and those were far and few between with the captain they had now. Jeremiah was more concerned with girls then winning the Quidditch cup. And the other teams took great advantage of that. Nine out of ten times when Harry tried to use the pitch for some flying it was booked by one of the other three teams. And Harry loved flying. It gave him time to think about everything going on in his life. Quite recently Harry had noticed that he was bi. Well maybe. He was definitely into blokes he knew that he just wasn't sure about the birds side of it all. And he didn't have a clue how he was supposed to tell his father about it. He just wasn't sure how his father would react. In the wizarding world homosexuality was accepted in general, but that didn't mean his father thought so as well and Harry had already lost his mother he didn't want to lose his father too.

Seeming positively depressed now Harry lost his will to stay up in the air any longer and descended slowly. He got off his broom and walked over to the back door of the house opening it and stepping right into the kitchen. He could hear his father in the living room watching a Quidditch match over the new encoded television channel. It had been a muggle-born's idea to create an encrypted TV channel to watch Quidditch matches. On a normal muggle TV the channel was just plain blue, but on a wizards TV it had a small icon. If you touched it with your wand the picture changed from blue into the current game. Harry had to admit it was a genius idea and his father certainly thought so too. Some pure bloods and half bloods raised in the wizarding world had been wary of it at first, but they had slowly but surely gotten used to loving the idea as well. Walking over to the counter top Harry got himself a slice of bread and put a slice of cheese on it before walking into the living room and sitting down on the couch next to his father. Italy seemed to be beating France when it came to their beaters and chasers, but the French seeker was so close to catching the snitch Harry could already seem to see the young blond's hand curling around it. The count was 140:200 for Italy and if the French just sped up a little... "Woho!" Harry jumped a little as his father jumped up from the couch and started punching the air with his fisted hand. Jup France had won all right. The final count was 290:200. Harry smiled at his father and laughed a little.

It was nice to see his father excited about something. It had been a long time since the man had been excited about anything. And he meant anything. James turned around and looked at Harry his smile still on his face, but it dropped when he saw his son's face. He was smiling, genuinely this time, at James' excitement, but there was still a shadow over Harry's face and James had had enough of it. "Harry what's wrong?" Harry's smile dropped quickly. His father could be as oblivious as a bench. Why did he have to start noticing things now? "You want to see you mother don't you?" Harry gasped loudly. "NO!" "No Harry it's okay. She's your mother if you want to see her that's fine. I don't have the right to keep you from her if you want to see her. I'll owl her and see when she has time." James moved from the living room to his office on the second floor of the manor Harry hot on his heels. "No dad you don't understand. I DO NOT want to see that woman ever again if I have the choice not to. But..." Harry took a deep breath. "But I do have been keeping something from you because I don't know how you'll react and it has nothing to do with... her." Chewing on his lower lip Harry waited for his father to react. Of all things Harry thought his dad would think he was hiding wanting to see Lily had never crossed his mind. But Harry could tell that his father had greatly feared that Harry wanted to see his mother.

"Then what is it Har? What do you think is so bad that you can't tell me? You didn't get a girl pregnant, did you?" James asked in a joking tone. Though he prayed to Merlin that that wasn't the case. His son was only just sixteen after all. "NO!" Harry all but yelled his eyes wide and jaw hanging wide open. "Of course not." Taking a deep breath Harry gathered all his courage. "And I never will." Harry glanced nervously at his father hoping he would understand the statement without further explanation. James frowned. Was his son trying to tell him he was infertile? Was he worried that he would disown Harry if he wasn't able to have children and therefore heirs? After all what other reason would that be for never getting a girl pre- James' thoughts came to a screeching halt. 'Oh... Oh...' Eyes wide James looked at his son who was looking anywhere but at his father.

Quickly James stepped closer to his son and petted his head lightly. Harry seemed to cringe, which broke James' heart. Without delay James pulled his son into an embrace and held him close. His chin rested on Harry's head and his arms were tightly wound around his son. "You idiot." James said softly. "I'm friends with Sirius and Remus, aren't I? Why would I love you any less for liking blokes when I've all but seen my two best mates going at it like bunnies?" Harry could feel a blush making its way to his cheeks when he thought about his godfather and Remus 'going at it' as his father had so eloquently put it. He answered his father's question with a shrug. "I guess... well it's different when it's your child and not your best mate." James kissed his son's head. "Yes Harry it is, but I love you more then I could ever dislike you. I don't give a shit if you like blokes or birds. Hell you could get all warm and fuzzy inside thinking about goblins and I wouldn't- Okay maybe I draw the line at goblins, but" James' heart warmed when he heard Harry chuckle. "you get what I'm saying right?" Harry nodded and James kissed his forehead. "Good. Now get ready. Sirius called. He and Remus invited us over for dinner tonight." Harry smiled at his father before wriggling out of his father's arms and walking to his room to shower and change. James watched his son go and smiled eyes gleaming with mischief. 'Now I have to give Sirius and Remus a heads up.'

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Harry stood downstairs in the Floo room waiting for his father while he played with the Floo powder in the jar, which looked suspiciously like an urn, but Harry would never voice such a thought. The powder jar had after all been a present from his grandpa Potter who was living in muggle Berlin with grandma Potter now days. Harry and James still visited from time to time, but he still missed his grandma and grandpa. His muggle grandparents were really great as well. They always took Harry to all the different muggle sights Harry rarely got to see. And they had even sided with his dad when his mother had left him! "Harry I'm done. Are you downstairs yet?" Harry shook his head chuckling. "Yes dad. I've been ready for ages." James jogged down the stairs and gave his son a stern look. "Don't get cheeky." Harry smiled and watched as his father smiled back in earnest. Grabbing a handful of Floo powder Harry stepped into the fireplace and threw it yelling the address at the same time. James followed a while later grinning. Oh how Harry would hate this visit.

When James arrived Harry was already sitting on a comfortable armchair struggling to get up. Sirius was standing next to his godson grinning widely while his husband was glaring at Sirius, and now James too, while looking at Harry with an apology swimming in his eyes. James stepped closer and pulled a chair up next to his son. "Listen Harry, since I'm straight I thought Sirius and Remus would be more equipped to tell you about... well..." James face got beef red while Harry's eyes widened exponentially. "Oh hell no! I'm not getting another sex talk. The first one was embarrassing enough without captain over-share there to witness it." Harry said nodding his head towards Sirius. Sirius grinned even wider and cocked his head towards Harry. "Did I ever tell you the story about my first sex talk?" Harry squinted his eyes. "Well it was a rather short version I got from Remus before we first-" Harry slammed his hands over his ears going 'Lalalalalalalalalalala' till Sirius' mouth stopped moving. Harry looked at his father, who was blushing profoundly, and smirked. "See what I mean." The man nodded, but still started grinning again. "But that doesn't get you out of it. Just be glad Remus is here too, he'll keep Sirius on topic. Hopefully." James mumbled the last part but Harry still heard it loud and clear. Harry shook his head. 'This will be hell on earth.'

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Harry was sitting in his father's muggle car as they made their way to Kings Cross Station. It was September 1st and Harry had no idea how those last two weeks had flown by so quickly. The dinner at Sirius' and Remus' house had been... bearable to put it in a nice term. Harry still had to shutter when he thought about it.

Flashback (Two weeks ago)

"And then when your partner is good and ready you-" A hand was slammed over Sirius' mouth. "Honestly Sirius! I'm gone two minutes to get us some drinks and you do this. I'm sorry Harry." Harry just sat there, his face a deep red colour and his legs shifting uncomfortably. James didn't look any better. Sirius grinned. "Now let's start with fingering."

End flashback

Harry shuttered again. Merlin he hadn't been able to look Remus, Sirius and his father in the eye the whole rest of the night. And then the next day Harry had seen a blond boy in Diagon Alley. He was gorgeous.

Flashback (Two weeks ago)

Harry and James were walking around Diagon Alley having just finished their shopping Harry had suggested getting an ice-cream just second before he saw him. He was walking towards them with a man who, by the looks of it, seemed to be his father. And he was gorgeous! The guy not his father. His blond hair fell into his eyes, and those eyes. Like pure liquid mercury. Harry had felt his pants tightening almost immediately and, as the Potter luck would have it, he walked straight into a pole knocking himself to the ground. When he got back up the blond and his father were gone.

End flashback

They finally reached the station and Harry got out of the car and got his stuff out as soon as his father popped the trunk. They walked through the train station till they reached the entrance to platform 9 ¾. Harry walked calmly through while his father ran through it like a mad man. 'Some things never change.' Harry thought amusedly. He quickly got his things on the train before saying goodbye to his dad. James hugged his son tightly. "Have a good year Har. And get yourself a nice boyfriend, would you?" Harry blushed but didn't try to get away from his father's hug. They parted a while later and Harry made his way onto the train. He chose a compartment close to the end to avoid his friend, he really wanted a quite ride to Hogwarts, but then the compartment door opened. Harry wanted to groan. How had they found him so quickly? He looked up to greet his friends, but stopped short. It wasn't Ron, Hermione or any of his other friends in front of him. It was the boy from Diagon Alley.

A/N: This was the first chapter... Tell me if I should continue or if it's bad already and I should stop immediately... Hope you liked it...:D

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