The Day I Left the Womb

Summary: AU. Lily left James to care for their sons Harry and his older brother Evan. Songfic to "The Day I Left the Womb" by Escape the Fate.

Disclaimer: I own nothing, except Evan :)

Notes: The first three 'parts' are 1st person – HarryPoV. The last 'part' is 3rd person.

Mother, how are you today?

You took a piece of me the day you went away.

No recollection, nor the smell of your perfume.

I took a piece of you the day I left the womb.

Lily Evans-Potter.

I have her eyes. Or so my dad and my brother say. I have no memories of her. Everyone tells me that she didn't want me. That I am the reason she left and my dad is always so sad.

He tells me to ignore them. He says she left because she wasn't ready for all the responsibility she had. She had been ready at one time and something had changed. But it had nothing to do with me.

Brother, put your needles down.

The best thing for you is to leave this awful town.

Pretty soon, you'll have kids to feed.

If you see mother, tell her I can sing.

Evan Potter.

He has her hair. He knows; he's got memories of her. He says our mum had been a good person, the best mother one could ask for. She and dad had been madly in love.

But then something changed – something that had nothing to do with me. They had started fighting a lot. Over things of no importance, he told me. I love my brother, but he's starting Hogwarts soon. He's going to leave too.

Please don't worry, I am doing fine.

You're much to busy to even find the time.

So use your chemicals and take this to your grave.

The boys you left are boys you didn't raise.

And Daddy, how are you today?

You must be proud of the boys that you have raised.

Your withered heart and everything it's seen.

Your guts and calluses, you had kids to feed.

You had kids to feed.

James Potter.

I have his hair. I know; we both have memories of him. He didn't leave us – he didn't change. He's always telling us how much he loves us.

I love him, too. But I still wish I had a mum. On September first it will only be the two of us until Christmas holiday. I like spending time with him, but he's always so sad. He really loved her.

Please don't worry, I am doing fine.

You're much to busy to even find the time.

So use your chemicals and take this to your grave.

The boys you left are boys you didn't raise.

Harry Potter.

Come Christmas Eve, he was the only Potter left living. In addition to his emerald eyes and messy black hair, he had a lighting bolt shaped scar. His father was killed, as was his brother. They both died protecting him – his father literally throwing himself in front of his son. Because he loved him.

Voldemort was gone. For now. And for now, Harry was going to live with his godfather.

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xoxo, Haley Potter