The Family Who Lived.
A Harry Potter Fanfiction.
Disclaimer!
I do not own Harry Potter. I would
be well known and pretty rich if I did.
Chapter 1: Prologue
No one understood it.
The small house with the roof blown off it stood at the very end of the village. It had never been there before. Or had it?
The people living in the village crowded around the house, trying to figure out where it came from when three people walked out of the front door.
The first was a young man, only 21 years of age with dishevelled hair, bright twinkling hazel eyes and cuts all over his body. He only glanced at the crowd, before turning to the person next to him.
This person was a young lady of the same age, who had fiery bright red hair and large emerald green eyes the shape of almonds. She had a trail of blood trickling down her face and her clothes were torn.
In her arms, she held a small baby boy with the same big emerald eyes and a tuft of black hair sticking up all over the place. But what was most intriguing about this child was the thin, red scar the shape of what most would say a lightning bolt, but these people knew different.
You see, these people are different. The women's sister often called her a freak, a terrible insult to the women. The man was often called an arrogant toe-rag and a git (surprisingly by the women) because he liked to prank people ruthlessly.
But the reason they were different was because the were magical.
Yes, this is true. No, I have not lost my mind. The man and the child were wizards, while the women was a witch. They could perform charms, morphe into animals, even defend themselves from what's known as the Dark Arts.
And now they were very famous. More particularly, their son. For their son, who isn't even two years old, has just survived the only curse that is supposed to be impossible to survive and defeated the most powerful Dark Lord of all time who has been terrorising innocent people for the past ten years, and he came out with only a mere scar.
You might remember me saying that most people would say this scar was the shape of a lightning bolt. But that's only most people. For the family currently standing knew this scar to be the shape of the wand movement of the curse. The killing curse.
This family was called the Potter's, they were named James Potter, Lily Potter and little Harry Potter, and there won't be a child in the wizarding world who doesn't know Harry Potter's name.
A/N: New story! I wanted to write a fanfiction that's about Lily and James surviving and raising Harry. This is kind of inspired by The Son and Nephew of the Maraurders fanfiction series that's written by Yugioash.
Please let me know what you think! Should I continue with this? It's a pretty small chapter but that's because this is only the beginning of a journey. Oh, and also, I'm making Lily an Animagus aswell. You'll find out her form soon.
That's all for now! Sorry for the long Authors Note, I had a lot to say.
Next chapter coming soon!
Your fellow magical muggle,
Art.with.ap x