Me: I just had a feeling that I should post the rewrite of His Flower now, despite having a number of fanfics to concentrate on.

Summary: At the age of nine, Harry is taken from the Dursleys by his mother. "I thought she died in a car crash?" "You mean my sister died." "What?" Rosalie Evans will make sure her little boy gets what he deserves this time. Slytherin!Harry

Pairing/s: James Potter x Oc, slight Regulus Black x Oc

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, sadly.

P.S.: My OC won't (hopefully) be a Mary Sue.

P.P.S.: I don't know the names of Lily's parents, so I just made the names up along the way.

Prologue

Mother

"Prongs, you're an idiot."

"Says the one who scared Petunia half to death."

Harry Potter was a miserable nine year old kid. His eyesight was terrible, so his Aunt Petunia needed to buy him glasses, which she considered as two years' worth of birthday presents. He had no parents – Aunt Petunia said they had died in a car crash – but what car crash had a green light involved. He was bullied by his cousin and his friends, and no one stopped them out of fear. The teachers never believed him, and instead gave him detentions for his odd ways of escaping – he ended up on the roof once. He was a lonely orphan with no one to help him.

Or so he thought.

It was on one Saturday morning that he was cleaning Uncle Vernon's car. Normally, Vernon Dursley refused to let Harry's 'dirty orphan hands' touch his prized possession, but he finally ordered the little boy to clean it. Uncle Vernon considered it a privilege given to him. Harry considered it as another chore to do.

He had just finished squeezing the excess water out from the towel he was using that a shiny black car arrived, a car that made Vernon's car pale in comparison. Harry stared at the car with slight awe – he had never seen such a car before.

The door from the driver's side opened and out came a beautiful woman with fiery red hair and crystal blue eyes. She was wearing designer clothes and seemed like one of those rich people Harry saw on the telly whenever Petunia was watching. Harry supposed she was visiting a relative of sorts at Privet Drive.

How right he was.

For some reason, the woman stared at him, her mouth turning into an 'o' in surprise. Harry looked behind him and saw no one else there, so it must have been him who the woman was looking at. He saw her bite her lip nervously as she walked towards him. He was frozen in place, wondering what a rich woman would want with him.

He hoped she was a relative that would take him away from the Dursleys, but he found his thought foolish.

"H-Harry?" Her voice was filled with shock, perhaps even a hint of desperation. She had a nice voice, one that wasn't shrill like Aunt Petunia's. "Is that really you?"

"Um, who are you, ma'am?" he asked curiously. Perhaps his thought wasn't truly foolish if she knew him. "Are you here for Aunt Petunia or Uncle Vernon?"

It must have been his imagination, but he thought he saw her frown at Petunia Dursley's name.

"Actually, I'm here for you, but I would like to speak with Petunia and her walrus of a husband, if you don't mind," the woman huffed, and it took all of Harry's willpower not to laugh. He had longed to call Uncle Vernon a hippo out loud for a long time now, and he knew no one really had the guts to call him that out loud. He liked this woman.

"Yes, of course." Harry said to her as he hung the towel by the edge of the bucket full of water. He led her inside the house and he noticed her looking at the interior of the house blankly. He wanted to ask her so many questions, such as how she knew him or what her relation to him was, but he figured he'd rather wait.

He brought her to the living room, where Aunt Petunia was watching one of her soap operas. "Aunt Petunia, you have a guest."

"A guest?" Petunia wondered out loud, looking in Harry's direction and gasping once she saw the redhead. "L-Lily?"

The woman rolled her eyes. "What kind of a sister are you, Tunes? I thought you'd recognize me more."

"Rosalie…" Petunia let out. She couldn't believe it. She knew that one of her sisters had died – she would never admit that she had cried about it – and that the other was in hiding because of some wizard war. She longed to hug her sister once more, just as she did before all the magic started, but she disguised it with annoyance and anger. "What are you doing in my house?"

Rosalie chuckled. "I'm here to get my son back."

Petunia's eyes widened. "Isn't he Lily's?"

Rosalie shook her head. "I thought Dumbledore would've told you, since it was that buffoon that thought of the idea. Harry's my child. Lily and I switched places because I was being hunted."

Harry's head was spinning. Does that mean that his Aunt Petunia had lied about it all this time, or had this Dumbledore told her to say it? He had a mother? His mother was alive? What about his dad? Where was she all this time? "I thought my parents died in a car crash?"

Rosalie full out laughed as Petunia pursed her lips. "C-car crash? You think a car crash would kill me, Jamie, or Lily? Oh, that's rich! If anything, James would be causing the car crash with that motorbike of his."

"I'm sorry, but I still don't quite understand." Harry said.

Rosalie plopped down on the couch next to her. "Would you like me to explain with you here, Tunes?"

Petunia huffed. "You might as well. I'd rather not come back with my living room on fire."

"I graduated at the top of my batch, Tunes." Rosalie snorted. "The only reason there'd be fire is if you pissed me off."

Rosalie gestured for Harry to sit next to her, and he did, so she finally began speaking, "Harry, what do you know about wizards?"

He noticed his Aunt Petunia inhale sharply, and send Rosalie – his mother? – a sharp look, which was ignored by the latter. "Um, well, I've seen some on the telly…"

Rosalie let out a pleasant laugh, one that was not mocking him. She seemed to be very amused by what he had said. She brought out an oddly shaped twig from her pocket and pointed it at a nearby vase. Petunia was about to shout at her youngest sister, but found herself staring at the now floating vase with wonder and resentment. Harry was amazed.

"How are you doing that?" he let out excitedly with a gasp as Rosalie placed the vase down again.

"Harry, I'm a witch. If I'm assuming correctly, you've probably done some accidental magic before, haven't you?" Rosalie hummed.

"A witch?" Harry repeated with wonder. It all seemed so magical, to have his mother come back to get him and finding out that she was a witch? It didn't feel so real. It felt like he was dreaming, and he didn't want to wake up from it. "Um, what's accidental magic?"

(Neither of the two noticed Petunia's clenched fists when the 'm' word was spoken, nor did they see her heated glare at the 'w' word.)

"It's when you're feeling some strong emotion and you end up doing things you have no control over until you've calmed down."

Harry's eyes widened, and Rosalie took that as an affirmative. She grinned. "Then, you really are my son, aren't you? You're a wizard, Harry."

He was a wizard? He had magic, too? Did that mean that he could make things levitate, just like that flower vase? A full grin blew out on his face, and it made Rosalie's eyes soften upon seeing it.

"Yes, you are." Rosalie smiled. "Now, let me explain to you why I've been absent.

"There was a war before, caused by Voldemort, a Dark wizard who wanted to kill all Muggles, non-magic people such as your aunt, and Muggleborns, Muggles who acquired magic power, such as myself and your Aunt Lily. I, along with your father and several of our friends, were against him with Dumbledore as our leader.

However, due to some circumstances, I couldn't fight Voldemort, and I was being hunted down for recruitment. When I gave birth to you, Harry, it was in the middle of a war, where I was one of the prey. I hope you understand that I can't tell you much right now, but I promise that I will.

Because of my situation, I couldn't take care of you, and I'd just be endangering you, James, and the rest of my friends and family, so I had to go into hiding. Dumbledore suggested that Lily take my place since we looked like and no one would be able to tell since Lily and I were practically identical. When you were born, you had green eyes, which Lily had, so no one would be suspicious.

Even after the war ended, I couldn't come out because the Aurors, think of them as CIA agents but with magic, were rounding up Death Eaters, the followers of Voldemort, and those who were potentially in league with them. My situation would have let me be classified as a potential Death Eater even if I wasn't, so I had to hide. Only when it was over and everything was sorted could I walk out.

Naturally, I tried to fight against Dumbledore's wishes, but he… I tried looking for you after, but he wouldn't tell me where you were. I lost you for nine years, Harry, and I hope you'd let me take care of you now."

Harry was speechless. It was too much to take in, and he didn't understand some terms, but he got the gist of it: his mother was suspected by the bad guys so she had to hide. "Oh."

Rosalie gave him a smile, before turning to Petunia. "And that's why I'm still alive and kicking."

"Lily actually died for you?" Petunia gawked. "Impossible. Do you expect me to believe that she'd been nice to you?"

"Yes, actually." Rosalie shrugged. "The only time you bother saying her name is when I'm involved, eh? Don't worry. If Harry agrees, I'll be taking him right now."

Harry's eyes snapped up to Rosalie. He wasn't comfortable enough to confidently say that she was his mother, but he felt happy by the fact that someone wanted him. He was to live with someone now, someone who would understand.

He liked it.

"Take him for all I care." Petunia rolled her eyes, trying to make her annoyance look believable. "I'd rather not have your kind in my house." Their kind. Lily's kind.

"Then why'd you take him?"

Petunia didn't answer. She didn't have an answer.

"Right. So, Harry, what do you say? Want to come with me?" Rosalie asked him. She was looking at him so softly and so warmly and he wanted to go with her because he wanted to feel such warmth and love.

Harry nodded his head excitedly. "Of course! I'd love to, if you don't mind, that is?"

(He didn't see her miniscule flinch. She didn't want her son to be so formal to her. He reminded her of—)

"Of course I don't mind!" Rosalie grinned, ruffling his hair which he clearly got from James. "Pack up your stuff and let's go to my place."

Harry nodded and Rosalie saw him go to a cupboard under the stairs. Rosalie's jaw dropped and she glared at Petunia. "You made my son live in a cupboard?!"

He could see that she was infuriated, and her wand hand twitched. However, he could also see that she was restraining herself from hexing her sister, no matter how angry she was at his treatment.

(He liked that she cared. He liked that someone would fight for him and not against him.)

"There was no space for him."

(He winced. He knew that there was loads of space. He knew that there was another room that could have been his, but was instead used as a room for Dudley's old toys.)

"And he couldn't share with… what's his name… Dudley?" Rosalie couldn't believe what her sister had done. To treat a child like this!

(He honestly would've preferred the cupboard over a room with Dudley. The cupboard offered him protection. Being in a room with Dudley just made it all the more easier for him to get punched.)

"My Diddykins needs his space." Petunia said.

(He knew his cousin didn't need space. He also felt sad that his aunt didn't care about him at all.)

(He felt a tiny bit of anger at his mother, Rosalie, for not coming to get him sooner, but because it was this Dumbledore fellow that prevented her from doing so, he was mad at Dumbledore instead.)

"Dumbledore's going to pay." Rosalie growled. "Placing him with you? My gosh, he should have just asked Remus or hell, Snape!"

(He didn't know who this Remus or this Snape people were, but Rosa—his mother, seemed to know them, so maybe they weren't so bad. Maybe they would've been his fun uncles.)

"You'd rather leave your son to that freak?" Petunia scoffed.

(He didn't know who his aunt was referring to, but he had seen that annoyed look pass his mother's face before she settled back into an indifferent mask.)

"Snape's better than you. Loads better," Rosalie said as Harry came back, a single backpack in his hand. "Wait, that's all you have?"

(He stopped the frown from coming out of his face. He felt that his mother expected him to have more things. Did she honestly believe that his aunt would buy him such things?)

"Um, yes." Harry said.

(He saw her eyes harden and her hand twitch again. He couldn't deny that he wanted to see what she would do if she decided to draw out her twig.)

Rosalie shot Petunia another glare before standing up. "Well, let's go now, Harry. I'll be seeing you, Tunes."

(Finally, he was free from this confining house at Privet Drive. Because of his excitement, he missed the old woman down the road, the one who took care of him sometimes, look at them, alarmed. He missed her hurried limp to her house.)

The reunited mother-son pair walked out of the house and into Rosalie's Viper. It would be a new thing for the both of them: Rosalie with a son, and Harry with a mother, but they would make it work.

Me: And that's the first chapter! Wah~ I'm so happy I finally rewrote it. Review please!

Some note/s on the chapter:

Harry's reaction: He's a nine year old kid who hates his life. Naturally, he'd want to leave it. As for believing the whole 'wizard' part, I'd say he's still too happy about his mother finally taking him home to actually concentrate on that. Rosalie will explain it to him afterwards.

Rosalie's reaction: Normally, I think, parents would be overjoyed to see their kid who they haven't been with in years, but Rosalie's been through some stuff that will be explained eventually, so she wasn't the parent that would be cheering out loud once they see their kid.

Petunia's reaction: She hates her sisters – more like, she's jealous of them. She's already, though she won't admit to anything, moved on from Lily's death and hasn't really seen her sisters since. She doesn't react much because it was Lily who died – not Rosalie. Plus, I bet she's pretty scared since Rosalie's an adult wizard who could hex her if she tried anything.