History records only one side of events. It's up to everyone else to remember the other. The problem with this is that events are up to interpretation and only those there actually know the truth- the truth behind the second brother, the truth behind the real savior of the wizarding world.

October 31, 1981

"Lilly grab James and Harry and run! I'll hold him off until help comes."

"James, I'm not leaving you." Voldemort and his Death Eaters splintered the Potter's front door.

"You're certainly one hard person to find, Mr. Potter. Wormtail graciously aided me in the task. Hand over your son and you will be spared." Voldemort said while exposing his teeth.

"Never."

"Crucio!" James dodged to the side to avoid the curse and fired off rapid successions of stunners and non-lethal curses.

"Last chance before I kill you and your family one by one. Join me and all on you will live."

"Never." James spit out the blood pooling in his mouth. Voldemort managed to his him in the right leg left shoulder with bone-breaking curses along with various cutting curses.

"Fine. In that case, Ava-" Voldemort paused. "I have a better idea. Petrificus Totalus." James Potter's arms and legs snapped to his side so he could only watch his family murdered in front of his eyes. He saw Voldemort walk up the stairs to where Lilly and the kids were hiding.

"Lilly, I was planning on killing you and James but I came up with a better idea. Crucio. Petrificus Totalus." Voldemort hit Lilly with the one two combination that left her only semi-conscious. Voldemort chose the twin with black hair and vibrant green eyes. "Avada Kedavra." The spell hit young Harry in the head but rebounded to hit Voldemort, causing him to vanish almost instantly. The sudden disappearance caused both boys' cribs to splinter and send shrapnel into the air. A large chunk of wood hit young James squarely in the chest and created a large bleeding gash.

Neither twin nor parent knew that a werewolf was watching events unfold in the shadows across the street. Once the smoke cleared he made him move. Of the two boys, the one with black hair and vibrant green eyes was going to be his heir. Swiftly he bit the boy on the left forearm right before his wrist. Then he cradled the baby boy in his arms and swiftly ran into the night.

Only minutes later a team of Aurors barged into the destroyed cottage.

"Finite Incantatem." Sirius quickly released his best friends from the body binds and the three of them ran up to the children's room. There was James, passed out and bleeding but no sign of Harry. Lilly picked up her unconscious baby and pulled him into her arms while grieving over the loss of her other son.

"Lilly, where's Harry?"

"James, I don't know. I think . . . Voldemort killed him in the blast that destroyed this room." Sirius was never the one for affection but this was the one time he pulled his best friend into an embrace. And this was one of the few times James let himself cry in public.

Little did anyone know that young Harry was alive, safe and only a couple hundred miles away. The werewolf that took Harry was King Edward Anderson Alpha, king of the werewolves and he had chosen his heir that night. Edward took out his key and opened his private cottage in the woods to stay the night. The next morning would be a very busy one for the both of them that included transfer documents and heir claiming. Harry woke up from his magic exhaustion induced nap. Usually it would take days or even weeks for a baby that age and size to recharge their core but not Harry. Edward grinned that he had made the right choice. Harry didn't cry but cuddled deeper into the stranger's arms. Eventually Edward placed Harry into his new crib, turned the light off and then made his way to his study for the night.

Four Years Later

"Son, excellent job! Remember the wrist is the most important part of casting." Over the past three years Edward decided to personally train Harry in the arts of being a werewolf prince and wizardry. Before Edward was chosen to be new king of werewolves he too was a young wizard. From the age when Harry was able to walk and talk Edward trained his heir. Their curriculum included practically every form of magic from simple charms to advanced healing to basic necromancy. At first the training was simple with just meditation and simple charms but soon advanced to complex spell combinations and weapon training.

Now at age five Harry could complete successfully second year material and almost fully control his werewolf. Learning had always come easy for Harry and reading was a breeze. From when Harry was three he could scan a book in seconds and then recite the entire book back word for word and even pull information from the newly read text. Edward was growing prouder and prouder over his son's accomplishments each and every day.

Back in the Potter household young James showed his first bouts of accidental magic. Everyone thought that from defeating Voldemort had severely depleted his magical reserves but it never occurred to them that James might just be average or below average in magical potential. Magical potential was measure on the Emrys scale, designed by Merlin. It was ranked from 1, squib and muggle, to 1000, Mage and Merlin. The typical full-grown witch or wizard ranked about 500 while Dumbledore ranked at 831.

"Dada, look." Little James was giggling at the floating teddy bear and clapping his hands. James Sr. grinned at his son's first bout of accidental magic and picked up his growing boy and spun him around.

"James, you are one amazing little boy. Lilly! James showed accidental magic!" Lilly came rushing into the den with her little scrapbook to record her son's baby firsts.

7 years later (age 8)

"Father, why are mixed bloods looked down on so much by wizards?" Harry started to read on blood statuses in the wizarding world and this was a reoccurring trend.

"I don't know, son. But we are going to change that. You and me against the world." Edward laid his large hand on his son's shoulder and kneeled down to eye level. "When you are older, son, we will change the world so that everyone is equal. We will fight for equality." Harry was growing into a fine young man even though he was only eight. His magic was far beyond normal levels and talked with wisdom beyond his years. Weapon and martial arts training left Harry in top physical shape while werewolf training made him learn discipline. Now Harry could phase at will and feel no ill effects of the full moon. Some could say that Harry lacked a family and a childhood but Harry could argue differently. Edward was the father he never had and the staff that was living in the castle was his best friends. The staff had children about his age so in his spare time he played various games with them, both magical and mundane.

"But Dad, I want it!" James begged his father for the new firebolt racing broom. James had always gotten what he wanted and this wasn't going to be any different. James Sr. was hesitant to allow his eight-year old son a racing standard broom but couldn't say 'no' to his only son.

"Fine, but don't tell Mum that I said yes. If anything, blame Sirius." James nodded enthusiastically. From the age of five James showed minimal signs of magic but just enough to not cause concern.

8 years later (age 9)

"Son, you are ready to take wizarding standards tests. I am confident that you are ready." Edward announced to his son during breakfast on Harry's breakfast.

"Really! Thank you Father. I won't let you down. When can I take them?" Chuckling Edward knew that if he said today then Harry would do it today but since it was his birthday, "How does a week from today sound?"

"Great."

"Today we are going to Diagon Alley and you can pick out anything you want for a birthday present." As much as Edward knew his son, he could never pick out the right present. Harry was never materialistic so most wouldn't appeal to him. He couldn't get Harry a book because he has already read every book in his library and at Flourish and Blotts, much to the owner's dismay. Two years ago Harry got himself a firebolt but then the next year he only bought two Galleons worth of candy and gave the extra Galleons Edward allowed him to a homeless family. Money was not a problem for Edward so this lack of gift buying puzzled him. But it touched him that Harry always gave his extra money to those who needed it versus keeping it for himself.

The pair decided to run in their werewolf form to the edge Diagon Alley and then phased back. "Like every year, please try and not be unselfish. Today is your birthday so spend as much money as you want." Harry nodded and walked down the street with his father next to him. They both were metamorphs since Edward bit him and copied his powers into Harry. So they changed their hair to be blond with blue eyes. Harry and Edward walked into Gringotts to withdraw money.

"Father, I desire nothing this year. I already have everything I could ever want. May I withdraw 100 Galleons and distribute them to others as I see fit?" Edward smiled and agreed. If this was what Harry wanted for his birthday, then he could do it. The pair walked around Diagon Alley giving out Galleons to various homeless people who seemed deserving. Since Harry turned four Edward began to teach Harry occumency and legitimency so Harry briefly scanned the minds of the homeless he gave money to for ill use of the money. When he found none then he gave them money. After Harry finished giving money Edward took his son to the Leaky Cauldron for lunch.

"Father, thank you for the morning. I had fun." Harry always thanked his father and it touched Edward that Harry had so much respect for him. Edward and Harry chatted while eating when they noticed a noisy father and son duo enter the already noisy Leaky Cauldron.

"Dad, I want it though! It's my birthday!" The boy that was Harry's age was starting to throw a tantrum and the father was trying to calm his son down with no effect. The only way to shut the boy up was promise to go back and get it after lunch.

"James lets get lunch first." Finally James agreed and sat down at an empty table while his dad ordered. Something was familiar about James and his father but Harry couldn't quite place it.

9 years later (age 10)

The week following Harry's 9th birthday he had taken both his OWLs and NEWTs and passed them easily, with straight O's in all of his eleven subjects. Both Edward and Harry decided that learning divitation was a waste of time so Harry never took that test. The summer before his eleventh birthday was when Harry and his father decided for Harry to take his masters in Defense, Potions, Charms and Transfiguration.

"Father, why am I going to Hogwarts this fall?"

"Son, the council and I are sure that a horcrux is inside Hogwarts and you have to get it." Starting when Harry turned nine last year he and his father went around the Britain countryside searching for Voldemort's horcruxes. When Voldemort disappeared it was obvious that he was not dead and the only way to not die is to have soul anchors in the form of a horcrux. So far they have found and destroyed four, the gaunt family ring, Slytherin locket and the Hufflepuff cup. When Harry was bitten then venom from the werewolf bite killed and destroyed the horcrux inside Harry. They speculated that Ravenclaw's Diadem was in Hogwarts; Voldemort's familiar was to be killed last due to high security on it and the seventh and last was a mystery.

When Harry learned magic, he never used a wand so he had to get one while first year school shopping. Shopping in Diagon Alley was a breeze and they are practically done in under an hour. Harry did not need an owl because his Phoenix, Hedwig, could transfigure herself into an ordinary owl and show her true form to only Harry. Exiting Flourish and Blotts Harry walked into a girl carrying a large stack of books.

"Excuse me. I'm sorry, miss. Let me help you pick these up."

"Thanks. You really don't have to. My name is Hermione Granger." Kneeling on the floor Harry looked up to smile at Hermione.

"Hi Hermione. I'm Harry. Pleasure to meet you. First year?" Hermione nodded. Harry finished picking up the books and handed them back to Hermione.

"Hey, sorry. I have to catch up with my father. I'll see you on the train. Bye." Harry waved to Hermione and ran to catch up with his father who didn't notice Harry missing so he continued to walk.

Now it was time for Harry's wand. Harry had to get a wand so he would blend in so they walked into Ollivander's for a high quality wand.

"Hello Mr. Ollivander. My name is Edward Anderson. My son is looking for his first wand. We are looking for a custom wand.

"Ahh, Mr. Anderson, custom wand, 12 inches Cedar with Nundu tooth core." Mr. Ollivander turned around and beckoned for Harry to follow him to his storeroom. On the left wall were the shaft woods and on the right were the various cores. Harry put a hand on his chin contemplating the materials for his wand.

"Mr. Ollivander, is it possible for a multi-wood shaft?"

"It's not commonly done but for you, sure."

"Thank you. I would like Cypress, Rowan and Cherry with a Phoenix feather core. I have a feather that I'd like to use." Ollivander looked up from the parchment he was writing on. "Hedwig." In a burst of flames a sliver and gold phoenix appeared. "May I have a feather?" Hedwig trilled and allowed Harry to pluck a feather. Harry handed the feather to Ollivander and Ollivander continued to make measurments on Harry until he was satisfied with the specs.

"The wand will be ready tomorrow around noon."

The next day Harry and his father came back to Ollivander's to pick up the wand and an auror grade holster.

"The wand and holster will be 23 Galleons.

"Thank you Mr. Ollivander. Can you please remove the trance on this wand? I will pay extra for it."

"Mr. Anderson, I'll see what I can do. It's free of charge." After a minute of mumbling the trace was removed and now Harry could practice magic anywhere.

"Son, I trust you not misuse your magic and remember your role as prince."

"Absolutely father. I will make you proud." Edward patted his son's shoulder in affection. Over the next month Harry and his father practiced using his wand. By the end of August Harry could perform with his wand almost as good without it.

Soon enough it was August 31 and tomorrow morning Harry was to be on the train to Hogwarts. One night Edward called his son into his study for last minute details and briefing.

"Son, I know you know how to behave. You are my heir and the Prince of werewolves. Please try to keep a low profile at Hogwarts and stay away from your brother and his friends. Please state your mission."

"I am to find the horcrux hidden inside the school and defeat Voldemort."

"If you are to find your mate at Hogwarts, keep it slow and not rush things. You are ready to take my surname. Hand me your left arm." Harry rolled up his left sleeve and handed his arm to his father to perform the ritual. Edward took the silver dagger from his pocket and cut down the middle of Harry's forearm down to the tip of his middle finger. Then Edward did the same on his left arm and reopened the scar. Finally he took Harry's forearm and let their blood touch to complete the ritual.

"You may close the wound." Both men licked the open wound and it closed to reveal a light pink scar.

"Son, you are now Harry Anderson Alpha. Crowned prince of werewolves. Wear the name with pride and do not tarnish it. I am proud of you son." Edward pulled his son into an embrace.

"Now that last piece of information. Your former parents and brother may recognize you. You have the option of being a complete metamorph so that only your potential mate knows your true form for you can wear your armor and conceal your face."

"I will wear the armor." Harry's armor was elite guard quality. He wore black combat boots that are bullet proof and infused with dragon hide to stop spells. Then he wore black 'spandex' that was bullet proof and spell proof with black cargo pants over that had pockets that charmed to bottomless and feather-light. Harry also wore matching spandex full-length shirt with a bulletproof vest over his chest to protect him from silver bullets. Silver bullets were the only things that could completely kill him and the vest was 100 percent silver bulletproof and feather-light. Lastly he wore a black with silver trim cloak that had a hood to cover his head so only his mouth and nose was visible. The cloak was couldn't be torn, the fastener couldn't be forcibly taken off or used to choke and lastly was treated to stop the Unforgivable curses and double as an invisibility cloak.

"I approve your armor." Edward touched the tip of his wand to the left side of the vest to put the Anderson coat of arms and werewolf royalty coat of arms in silver. The metal fastener on his cloak changed so it was in the shape of a crescent moon.

"Son, you are to keep your hood up at all times and only remove in case of absolute emergency." Harry nodded in confirmation of directions. Harry excused himself from his father's study and went to his room to meditate.