Summery: James and Lily are alive, and have believed their son, Harry, to be dead. What happens when they find out Harry is alive too? Now a third year fic.

Life Changed

Authors Note: This story is not a third year fan fiction. This is also the rewritten version of the original Life Changed. I hope you like it and please REVIEW! And thank you for being patient!

I do however own the characters: James Jr. (Junior), Matt, Terri, and Corbin. I will give warning if I end up adding another of my own made up characters.

Chapter One

Life Now

"Mum?" Matt began to try and get his mothers attention. It was early morning, and the family was around the kitchen eating breakfast, or getting ready for work.

His mother turned around and asked her son what he needed. "Can I drive?" Matt asked eagerly. He had just gotten his driving permit and jumped at any chance to get behind the wheel.

Matt was the oldest; his full name was Mathew Remus Potter. Their second oldest, Terri, short for Terrence, was twelve and would be thirteen soon. Jamie was their fourth born, and was now ten. And their baby, Corbin Sirius, was five.

Lily pretended to think it over. She knew how much her oldest son loved to drive and she found it quite amusing, finally letting him out of his misery she sighed dramatically and said, "Do you have your permit?" Her eyes twinkled as he pulled it out of his back pocket and waved it in front of her; she knew he carried it almost everywhere with him. "Okay, you can drive."

"Yes!" Matt cried as he went back to eating his cereal.

James yelled from the other room. He came through the door a second later carrying a cup of coffee. He had gotten addicted to the stuff when they had moved to Texas in the United States 15 years ago.

"Dad. Can I sign up for basketball this year again? Coach said there is an open spot on the team." James Jr. asked his father as James Sr. sat down at the table.. James was tall for his age and looked a lot like his father. His friends and family called him Jamie to stop any confusion between him and his father.

"Sure, Jamie." James took the permission form from his son and signed the dotted lines, then handed it back to Jamie.

"Thanks, Dad." James replied smiling.

"We need to get going, or we're going to be late." Lily informed her children. The kids all started getting their dishes they had been using during breakfast and rinsing them and placing them in the sink. They began grabbing their belongings for school. Book bag's, light sweaters so they didn't get cold in the air conditioned class rooms, lunch money and anything else they had to get. One by one they all hugged their mum and went outside to meet their Dad at the car to get dropped off at school. Matt went to his blue Blazer and headed to work.

James kissed his wife, told her to have a good day and left to go to drop his kids off at school.

After dropping the kids off at school James went to his work; he worked and owned a local joke shop that was pretty popular. It was called Prongs Jokes.

James opened the fridge door and looked inside. He found the jar of sweet pickles and got four of the pickles out and placed them on the plate next to his sandwitch and put the jar away. He took his sandwitch to the living room and flipped on the television to see what was on. He found a news channel to watch, but found there was nothing really big in the news. A burglary had occurred the previous night, but the police had captured the burglar was the biggest news for the day. He turned the television off and went into the kitchen. He put his dirty plate in the sink.

He noticed the red light indicating there was a phone message. And he pressed the button to hear the message. It was his wife, Lily.

Hi! Sorry, I got called into work. The museum got a new shipment in of artifacts from Egypt. Nothing big. Just your standard stuff, but they need me to catalogue it. I should be home by five or half past. Maybe we can get take out. I love you all! See you tonight.

James sighed as the recorder beeped again to inform him there was no more to the message. His wife had been working pretty hard at the museum. She loved history, and knew a lot about it. She had many books on many historical people and cultures. James wasn't very interested in history himself, but he did enjoy going to the museum from time to time.

James went into his study. There were books of various things filling the shelves along the walls. There was a muggle television and VCR on a desk in the corner of the room, as well as a personal computer laptop. James sat at his desk and opened a draw to his right and pulled out a note pad. He figured he may as well get something productive done since he was home. He began making his list.

Shopping List

Chips

Soda

Steaks

Hamburger meat

Bread

Bread rolls

Cereal

Milk

Batteries

He couldn't come up with anything more to add to the list. He put the pen down and tore the list from the not pad and put the pad back in the draw. As he closed the draw a picture frame fell from his desk onto the floor. He picked it up.

It was a picture taken twelve years ago. It was of him, his wife, Lily, and his son, Harry.

This picture had been taken a month before the attack. Matt and Terri had been taken to be protected by the Ministry of Magic, while he, his wife and their son were also put under different protection.

Unbeknown to Muggles, non magic people, there was a whole other world filled with witches and wizards. He and his wife were from that world, as were their children. Sixteen years ago, they had been told of a prophecy. One that foretold an attack on one of two children. On Halloween, they found out it was their child who was named in the prophecy. After they had woken in the hospital, they were told by the Minister of Magic, Cornelius Fudge, that their son, Harry, had sadly not survived the attack.

They were devastated. They left the Wizarding world soon after with their remaining children and moved to the States in Texas.

Harry would be turning thirteen had he been alive today. He and his twin, Terri, would have been able to grow up together. And they would have remained in the Wizarding world. Their children would have gone to Hogwarts instead of being home schooled in the ways of magic.

James shook his head and placed the picture back on the table next to one of the few pictures he had of Harry and Terri as babies.

He left the house to do his shopping.

Coughing painfully Harry paused in his work; he was fixing up the garden for his aunt Petunia who had a garden party scheduled for the next week; and of course that meant he had to make her garden presentable.

The problem was he wasn't feeling well. He hadn't felt well for over a week now. His face burned with fever almost constantly, and because of this he often had hot and cold chills. He had a hacking cough that was quite painful and made it difficult to breath at times. And he was always tired, which cut into his chores, which he received punishments for if they weren't completed. Basically, he was miserable and wanted nothing more then to sleep uninterrupted for a very long time; even if it was on his cot in his cupboard under the stairs.

Finally his breath evened out enough to continue his gardening. He was almost finished, for which he was grateful. He hoped he got over his cold; he still had over half of summer holiday left.

End of Chapter One

A/N: Hello everyone! I hope you like the new chapter! This is the beginning of my rewritten version of Life Changed. I have several polls up for ideas on my stories that I would like to see your opinions on. It's at my Yahoo Group. The link is on my Profile page. Thank you again for being so patient with me on this. I am going to post my updates once or twice a month (more if I have ample ideas and writing time). I just want to make sure things go well with this story. Again, thank you for reading! And please REVIEW!

Points on the story:

Homes schooling: James and Lily placed their children in a wizarding version of home school. They taught their children the same as they learned in the Wizarding world. Their children also go to public Muggle school.

The night of the attack: The way I'm going to explain this is Harry, in my story, has a bit of a sketchy memory of that night. He remembers the Avada Kadavra Spell being said, and the green light, but he never actually saw his parent's being killed.

Also Mathew and Terri were at a safe house (a different one from Lily and James and Harry) during the attack. Lily and James got them back after the attack and left the Wizarding world.