A/N: I know it's short, but it's my first story.

I don't own Harry Potter!

"Bye mum! Bye dad! See you at Christmas!" I called to my parents.

I waved goodbye as the train started pulling out of the station. Once my parents were just little specks in the crowd of people, I closed the window and turned to my brothers. James was laying across the seat and Albus was reading The Daily Prophet.

"You do know that dad says that's a load of junk?" James told Albus.

"Yeah, but I want to know what everyone else thinks," he replied.

"About what?"

"I don't know! Everything, I guess!"

"Will you guys shut up?" I hissed. "They'll make us walk to Hogwarts."

"I remember them doing that to a kid," James said. "First year too. Never came back."

"Shut up," Albus said, whacking James with the newspaper.

Then a boy walked by us and stopped.

"Are you the Potters?" he asked.

"Yeah, why?" I asked.

"I've heard about your dad," he said.

"So?"

"So? He defeated the Dark Lord!"

"What?!"

"He killed the Dark Lord when he was seventeen! How could you not know that?"

"He never told us. He said that Voldemort was a myth."

The boy sat down next to Albus.

"About thirty five years ago," he said. "There was a Dark wizard that would kill anyone who got in his way of doing what he wanted. One night, he decided to go after the Potters. Lily and James tried to stop him from getting to Harry. They were in his way, so he killed them. When he tried to kill Harry, the spell backfired. He dissappeared for ten years. Then Harry found him on the back of his teacher's head. They fought, Harry won. Then next year, Harry found a diary from Tom Riddle a.k.a. You-Konw-Who. It turned out that it was trying to take over Ginny. He destroyed it. Then there was the whole deal of Sirius Black. After that, he was entered in the Triwizard Tournament, and he didn't even know! He ended up winning, but Cedric Diggory died and You-Know-Who was back. From then 'till he was seventeen, it was a constant fight with the Dark Lord. And every time they fought, someone who was close to Harry died."

"Wow," was all I could manage to say.

I've always thought of dad as just another overprotective parent. I didn't fully believe it, but it made sense when you put the pieces together. I've never met my grandparents, or Teddy's parents, in all of mum's old pictures, there's a boy who looked exactly like Uncle George and I've never met him.

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