Hello Harry Potter Fanfiction Readers. I have recently joined the site after years. I actually really enjoyed it a decade ago but then work and family took my mind off of it but now that I'm retired what else could I do!

This is a fic about Neville being the boy who lived and Harry having all the pain yet nobody knows who he is. It's going to go through his years at Hogwarts and involve a relationship with Tom Riddle. Please give me a chance as I have been off writing for a while.

It was the evening of Halloween 1981. Lily was putting her baby to bed. He was adorable rolling around. Harry had with his father's untidy black hair, and her bright green eyes, his facial features already showing an aristocratic look, that was prominent in the pure-blood families. Harry was smiling up at his mother, gnawing on his knuckle.

Lily smiled at her little boy. What she couldn't have known was that her family had been betrayed and that has she left the room that was the last time she would ever truly see her son.

Bellatrix Lestrange looked over at her husband with a grin. The Dark Lord himself had given them this mission and she could never fail him. She looked up at the Large house with glee. The Potters had caused much grief to his Lordship and she felt honoured to be given the job of dealing with them, She pointed her wand at the door and whispered a charm. It opened with ease.

She slipped through the door with her husband and friend Barty close behind. She could hear people talking in the kitchen. She slowly moved towards the door. Excitement rushed through her veins. To be given such a gift was not something to be taken lightly.

"Bombarda!" She screamed, swishing her wand at the door. It blew off its hinges. The Potter's turned their heads but it was already too late as Barty had fired disarming spells. James Potter, ever the hero rushed in front of his wife.

Bellatrix had no time for such frivolities, shooting a crucio at him. James began to scream as his knees buckled. He had never felt this kind of pain that seemed to shoot throughout his entire body. He collapsed on the floor as he could not escape it. Lily dropped beside him, "JAMES! OH GOD PLEASE! STOP IT! PLEASE I'LL DO ANYTHING!"

Bellatrix smiled and released him, "Bring me the boy,"

All the blood drained from Lily's face. "No… No please! Not Harry! Take me but don't hurt Harry!"

Bellatrix smiled. The weakness this woman showed was unbelievable, it was moments like these that she was glad that she didn't have any brats of her own. She took another step towards Lily and pointed her wand at the woman, "Crucio."

Lily's face contorted as she two felt the pain. Her body felt like it was on fire and she could do nothing to stop it. Her brain was foggy and she couldn't think. She wanted to fight back but the pain was too much for her to handle. Bellatrix looked over as her husband started to torture James again. Barty had begun to go through the house, trashing the place.

Bellatrix bent down and looked at Lily, "Your going to die tonight, Lily Potter. You and your husband. Your son, now the little half blood maybe he can live. Maybe I'll take him raise him as a Proper Pureblood."

Lily Potter, even in this state, loved her son more than anything. That was how she saw through the pain and punched Bellatrix right in the nose. It broke Bellatrix's concertation.

"You," She said with a growl, "Do not touch my son!"

Lily jumped for her wand. She turned to where Bellatrix was standing, Holding her nose which was bleeding.

"You little mud blood bitch!" Bellatrix screamed. Lily Potter said nothing, firing a stupefy at her. Bellatrix blocked it and fired back a hex. This continued as the spells got more and more powerful. Bellatrix was surprised at how good the mud blood was. She had begun to sweat and was beginning to think that Lily Potter might beat her. She fired another killing curse at the woman but again she dodged.
Lily had the advantage and pressed it by firing three spells at Bellatrix rapidly so that she could not block retaliate as Lily got close enough to win this. Bellatrix did her best to block but finally missed one and got hit with a minor stinging curse. She dropped to her knees and when she looked up Lily had her wand to her neck.

Bellatrix dropped her wand, More out of shock than anything. She had never seen a mud blood who had that much control. Lily turned to her husband who also had gotten the advantage on Rodolphus. She turned back to the vile woman in front of her deciding what to do.

"Drop your wands, Blood traitors." Lily turned and gasped, Barty Crouch Jr. stood holding Harry with a wand to the babies neck. Harry didn't seem to be to bothered other than reaching out to his mother. Bellatrix began to laugh and Rodolphus smirked up at James Potter. Lily cried as she dropped her wand.

"Usually I would just kill you mud blood but that seems too easy for you." Bellatrix said, tapping her wand to her chin, "I have to do something worse than kill you."

Lily said nothing. A million things ran through her mind as she thought of her death. What would they do with Harry? Her baby. A sob escaped her lips. James was screaming Harry's name.

"Now," Bellatrix said with an evil smile, "Let's try this one again… CRUCIO!:"

This time it was much stronger than before. Lily tried to concentrate on her son but her mind began to blur. Bellatrix was shaking as she poured all her magic into the spell. The house was shaking around her. She caught a glimpse of her husband torturing James Potter.

Lily could feel her mind being ripped apart Her eyes rolled back and she started convulsing. Finally when Bellatrix let up the spell she knew that she had done her task. Lily and James Potter were no more. All She had to do now was take care of their brat and she could bask in the warmth of knowing she had served the dark lord well.

"Stupifey!" Bellatrix was too late to see her cousin's spell fly at her. Sirius Black couldn't believe the devastation that had been laid upon his best mates house. When he had entered he had been filled with rage after seeing his deranged cousin Bella standing over poor Lily. He had used his Auror training, firing multiple incapacitating spells at the targets. To his dismay Rodolphus and Barty blocked and apparoted into thin air leaving behind Bella.

He walked over to her. "Your going to Azkaban for this one Bella."

Sirius had tears in his eyes as he looked at his friends. He hopped to god that whatever dark magic had been done to them could be undone. He looked over at baby Harry who was sitting in the corner as happy as a clam.

Bellatrix started laughing, "Oh dear cousin, the dark lord will free me before long and I'll have my chance to kill that filthy little half breed."

He filled with anger and screamed, "Crucio!"

Bellatrix's screams only made him feel worse. He tried it again but the spell was to violent for him. He lifted the spell and stared down at the woman who had once been his family.

"He'll kill you, you know." Bellatrix rasped, "The Dark Lord has many recourses… The boy will never be safe."

"He can't live forever Bella, we both know that the prophecy says someone will defeat him, your out of time." Sirius said shaking his head.

Bellatrix began to laugh. Sirius cringed at the sound. She looked at him dead in the eyes, "No, time is on our side."

She lunged for her wand and disapparited. Sirius swore looking around wand in hand. He should have incapacitated her.

He heard noises from outside and was relived when he saw Aurors. He walked to towards them.

"You came-" He didn't get a chance to explain before he was hit in the chest with a stunner. He dropped to the ground instantly.

"Got him!" One of them shouted. Another came and grabbed his wand testing it, "Last two spells were the Cruciatus Curse!"

Barty Crouch Senior looked a the scene while shaking his head. Two of his better young trainees. He had never trusted Black but he had been a damn good dueller. And James Potter, bright lad and a strong fighter. He looked down at the blank expression on the young man's face. He guessed that Black had held them under the spell for at least ten minutes.

The mind couldn't handle such harsh conditions. He looked over at the wife. He couldn't remember her name, Sunflower? Something strange he thought. Still, a shame two young wizards were taken by dark magic.

"Take Black to Azkaban. Bring the wand. We can have him tried on the wand alone." He said to Moody. The Wizengamot would have an emergency session as was quite common these days so that the Criminals were sent to the prison as quickly as possible.

Moody grumbled, "What about the boy?"

"His Grandmother?" He asked, "She still alive?"

Time Lapse

Euphemia Potter was ninety-six years old, born before the turn of the century she had not thought she would have survived to this point. While her dear husband had passed, she was happy. She had a son who was happy with his own family.

She had been happy until about an hour ago, when the head auror had informed her that her son and his wife had been brain damaged to the point that they couldn't speak by the young boy she had taken in ten years ago. He had quickly dropped her infant grandson off at her manor home before heading out to try Sirius Black. She tried to think of any reason why this would happen but she couldn't. With her heart broken she had sat looking at the young babe that was sitting before her. He smiled up at her with the gaps in his teeth.

"Oh Harry," She said with a sob. "What are we going to do?"

The Daily Profit

YOU KNOW WHO DEFEATED!

By R. Almeidas

He who must not be name was vanquished last eve by our new Saviour Neville Longbottom. The young mister Longbottom, only just over a year old was targeted by the dark lord himself. His noble and brave Parents fought to their valiant demises to protect their son. We do not know the details of what transpired but we do know that the Dark Lord is no more. Death Eaters are fleeing and attacks have dwindled.

This reporter has heard that the boy and his grandmother had been taken to a secret location by order of wizarding hero Albus Dumbledore. More to come on news of our new hero.

Our Minister had this to say,

"We give our thanks to Alice and Frank Longbottom, staunch supporters of the minister through their service as Aurors. We hope the Lady Dowager Longbottom and her Grandson are safe with the headmaster."

More on his defeat in A3

SIRIUS BLACK- DERANGED TORTURER!

By Rita Skitter

While word of the Dark Lords defeat spreads, we have news that Sirius Black, Long suspected supporter of He Who must not be named and member of the Most Ancient and Noble House of Black, attacked the house of James and Lily Potter.

James is part of the Wealthy Potter family. Welsh in Origin and a loyal light magic family. Granted their Wizengamot seat in the late sixteenth century they have championed many reforms. Black's family has a darker origin and from an inside source we know that the two hated each other.

Black used dark magic to destroy Lily and James Potter's minds leaving their only son in the care of James's mother and the widow of the famed potion maker Fleamont Potter. A sad fate but the Potter Family can rejoice in knowing that with the Dark Lord gone they have nothing to fear!

Euphemia slammed down the paper. Nothing to fear. She had to fear everything. She worried what would happen once she was gone. Harry would have nobody. Lily had told her how her sister had felt. She willed her body to last long enough.

She was a Rosier and she would not falter.

Time Lapse

Five years. Her body was fading. She had done her best to instill the proper way for a child to act on Harry. She had him reading books. She had him visualizing magic. Harry had already had a couple of bouts of accidental magic. He had turned her hair blue and caused a chandler to shatter.

She had almost cried when it had happened. She remembered when James had levitated her cat. Harry was so different. So quite and polite. But he always had a smile for his grandma. He had a bit of a lisp but she knew that with age it would go away. She knew that her husband's family was not a fan of dark magic but she had been raised to understand dark magic. It was part of how she grew up.

Harry would be protected that was all she cared about.

But now she lay in bed in Saint Mungo's. They said it was a minor flair up of her Dragon pox which she had beat years before. That was how they phrased it the day before. She knew. She could feel it. That was when her fingers began to bleed.

Harry had been brought in to see her. She couldn't imagine how she looked.

"Are you scared Harry, dear boy?" She asked. The boy nodded, Tears present in his eyes. He clutched his stuffed animal in the form of a black dog that he had had since birth. Euphemia looked over and smiled sadly.

"Of course you are. Your grandmother is dying and the world is on fire. " She wished that Fleamont was here. He was the only one she could trust. He had always known what to do. She no longer could feel her legs.

"If history teaches us one thing it is this: terrible things happen to this family." She gasped out. The pain ran through her body. She couldn't breath," This family has had money and influence, but we do not yet possess what really matters. The power. Without it, you will perish. And all of those you love along with you. For a king without a castle, is no king, at all."

Harry frowned, he didn't understand. He loved his Grandma and wanted her to come home. She was talking about death and crying. He wept along side her. "Grandma?"

"You dream of paradise, but you must build it for yourself, and let all the world we still can be great."

Euphemia Potter felt her eyes dim and knew her time in this world was at it's end. She caught one last glimpse at her grandson before she was gone forever.

Harry Potter was alone in the world.

Time Lapse

Dr. Damon Diero didn't like this part of his job. He had just met with the Liason for Magical Children from the ministry. The woman had rushed in and told her that Harrold James Potter was to be placed at his muggleborn mother's sisters residence in a muggle city called Surrey.

He had quickly picked up the child and disapparited.

As he walked the boy down the street he looked up to see that he was indeed at number four privet drive. The house looked nice enough he thought. He looked down at his charge who seemed bewildered at what was happening.

"Right then, Mr. Potter… Well, this is your new home with your aunt. Go on then." He said. The boy walked to the door and turned around to look at the man who had brought him here but he was already gone.

Petunia Dursley was the most normal woman that she herself knew, thank you very much. She had no time for freaks; that was why she cut all ties with her younger sister, Lily. She just couldn't tolerate all of that talk of magic. And then she'd met Vernon, the love of her life. She had never told him of her and then Lily had ended up dying and it had never been an issue.

She knew that Lily had a boy as well but he had gone to live with her husband's grandmother. She had thought that was it and she would never have to deal with that kind of behavior again. If Petunia only knew how wrong she was. It changed when she opened the door to collect the morning delivery of fresh milk.

Upon opening the front door the blonde woman looked down to see an boy who looked to be about Dudley's age. He had Lily's beautiful green eyes. He looked up at her and whispered a hello. It was all she could do not to scream. He told her that his grandma had died and that the doctor man had told him that he would be living with her family.

Petunia began to fear. What would her husband think? What about the neighbors or even her sister in law! She couldn't even fathom what would be done to her reputation in the community. She knew that she had only one option. Get rid of the boy. She pulled him in quietly while she grabbed her car keys. She dragged him by the hand and threw him in the back before sweetly explaining that she had no room in her house and that she would take him to a place in the big city where he would get to play with lots of other kids.

Harry was unsure but he trusted his Aunt's words as he had no reason to doubt them. He began to picture this place and it sounded nice. He was only six so he trusted adults. Harry thought of all other friends he could make. Maybe they would want to see magic tricks.

Petunia finally got to the London Orphanage and grabbed Harry by the arm pulling him out. She yanked him along as she walked the steps of up to the building.

A woman sat at the front desk flipping through a magazine. She looked up with bored eyes at Petunia and Harry.
"This boy was my sister's son and I am unable to provide for him." She said. The woman at the desk rolled her eyes, "Right, the boy can stay her till he gets a family."

The woman knew that the boy would have a tough time getting a family. He was too old by the look of it. And while his cute nose and vibrant eyes were nice, adopting parents rarely came along. Harry gulped as he looked around the place. This wasn't what he was thinking of at all. This place was scary.

Time Lapse

It had been six months since his aunt left and Harry cried ever night wanting to leave. Grandma wouldn't have wanted him to have to live here. Harry got picked on by the other kids. He had tried to make a friend the first day but the other boy had called him weird. After that they had called him a witch when he talked about magic and the older boys had begun to call him a fag or a queer because to them he looked feminine. The only person he liked was Ms. Abbey.

She could see that he wasn't doing well and had taken to reading to the little boy. She brought him picture books and small chapter books that he devoured. He had once accidentally called her mom and she had awkwardly blushed before leaving. That night he had sobbed into his pillow not knowing what he could do.

The morning after as he was walking down for Breakfast he got caught between two people who were shoving him. Tommy and Craig had been two of his biggest Antagonisers. They were two years older and had always thought he was a little creep.

"What're ya doing fag boy?" Tommy said pushing Harry into the wall. Craig pushed him from behind so that he fell forward down the stairs. Harry tumbled but found his footing miraculously at the last second. Tommy and Craig stood speechless. As Harry hurried onwards.

Time Lapse

At the age of eight Harry had settled in at the Orphanage. He knew that he was different and had to learn for himself that this was not a world of magic. This was a world of hate. He remembered the world his Grandma would use for these people. Muggles. Harry knew that one thing was certain in his life. Harrison James Potter would hate muggles till the day that he would die.

Harry was at that moment on a trip with the rest of the orphanage. In his public school he had learned about sea shells. So he had been walking along the beach trying to see if he could bring one into his class. The teacher had told him that he could get some extra credit if he did.

Harry now understood that people only value things like high grades and titles. That's why the Principal made everyone address him as such. Harry knew that the only way he could leave the Orphanage is if he did well so he put his heart towards studying. He got straight eyes in his third grade class. He worked hard so that people would know that he was smart therefore he had value.

As he bent over to examine a certain shell he was pushed into the water. From behind he could see Tommy and Craig along with their other friends.

They cheered as Tommy laughed. Harry stood up and clenched his fists. He hated these people.

"Hey fagboy," Tommy said with a laugh, "Got a boyfriend yet?"

Harry didn't respond. This seemed to make Craig angry as he pushed him. But when his hands touch Harry's shirt they began to sizzle. Craig began to scream in pain as he tried to remove his burning hands from Harry. Tommy pulled his friend back to see that Craig's hands had been burned to the bone on his palms.

Craig was crying profusely as was Harry. He didn't like these things but they were so mean. Why couldn't they just leave him alone? Ms. Abbey ran towards Craig and brought him close, "What has happened?"

"It's the freak!" Tommy shouted looked at Harry with fear, "The freak made his hands burn up Miss he's a witch!"

Ms. Abbey looked at all the other boys as they nodded their heads and then looked at Harry with an emotion he had never seen on her face before. Fear. Harry began to ball even more.

He destroyed everything he touched, he could see why everyone thought he was a freak. Because he was.

Harry was up at the crack of dawn as was his usual in the morning. He looked out the window and willed it to be a good day. It was summer and he hated the summer. School was out and the only place to go was the library.

He walked down the stairs to the foyer where the receptionist Lisa was sitting. She looked up. "Oh Harry, you got a letter."

He looked at her with an odd expression. "I've got a letter?"

She rolled her eyes and threw the parchment at him. He caught it and looked down.

The first the first thing he read was Hogwarts.

That is my first attempt at any type of writing in along time so be gentle as I don't have a beta. Please do review it though as I would deeply enjoy hearing your thoughts.