A/N-Frozenfan

Disclaimer- I have never owned Harry Potter and I never will

I know i should be updating Weasley's New Boy but I wrote this months ago so tell me what you think

Prologue

"Tilly, come here," James said looking a bit worried. A small house elf with big floppy ears suddenly appeared.

"Yes, Master James, sir," The House elf squeaked.

"Tilly, I have a feeling that Lily and I might not make it through this war."

"But Master, sir, you must make it through you. You-know-who can't beat you. He just can't," Tiller sobbed.

"Tilly, stop it. You know as well as I do that Lily and I might be killed yet Harry surviving," James said. "I am ordering you to check on Harry a month or so before his eleventh birthday. If somehow he is at the Dursley's, you must heal, feed, tell him about our world, and what ever else you think he needs. You, Tilly, must not reveal yourself to the Dursley's. Do you understand?"

"Yes, sir, Tilly understands. I is going to help Master Harry," Tilly said proudly.

Almost ten years later

"Up! Get up! Now!" Petunia shrieked while banging on the cupboard door.

Harry woke with a start. His Aunt rapped on the door again. "Up! Get up! You have to make Dudders breakfast today, and don't you dare even think about burning it." 'Why would I burn his breakfast? It's not like he ever did anything to me,' Harry thought sarcastically. Harry got dressed and opened his cupboard door only to be shoved right back in by his dear cousin Dudley. Harry got right back out and walked into the kitchen. Harry started cooking breakfast while counting the presents. 'Oh no, there's only thirty-six presents. Come on pig in a wig figure it out, throw a tantrum, and bring in those fake tears that let you do what ever you want,' Harry thought.

"Thirty-six," he said, looking up at his mother and father. "That's two less than last year."

"Darling, you haven't counted Auntie Marge's present, see, it's right under this big one from Mommy and Daddy."

"All right, thirty-seven then," Dudley said going red in the face. Harry, who could see a huge Dudley tantrum coming on, began wolfing down his bacon in case Dudley turned the table over.

Aunt Petunia obviously scented danger, too, because she said quickly, "And we'll buy you another two presents while we're out today. How's that popkin? Two more presents. Is that all right?"

Dudley thought for a moment. It looked like hard work. Finally he said slowly, "So I'll have thirty…thirty…"

"Thirty-nine, sweetums," said Aunt Petunia.

"Oh." Dudley sat down heavily and grabbed the nearest parcel. "All right then." Uncle Vernon chuckled.

"Little tyke wants his money's worth, just like his father. 'Atta boy, Dudley!" He ruffled Dudley's hair.

"You mean you were a spoiled brat, too. Wow, I never would have guessed," Harry said quietly.

"What did you say boy."

"Nothing, sir,"

"That didn't sound like nothing-" The doorbell rang. "Get into your cupboard boy and don't come out or make a sound till I get home, understand?"

"Yes, sir," Harry said on the way to the cupboard. One hour later Harry heard a quiet popping noise, and then he heard the latch on his cupboard door unlock. The door slowly creaked open…

"Master Harry, sir, Tilly is checking on you. Your father told me to come see you a month before your birthday, sir."

"What are you? What do you know about my dad, and why do you call me Master?" Harry asked demandingly. Tilly started mumbling to herself quietly to herself so Harry couldn't hear her.

"Tilly is a house elf. House elves are bound magically to a family for as long as that family lives or until they die-"

"Err… Tilly, magic doesn't exist, and err… you couldn't have been my parents' house elf. My parents were poor drunks that died in a car crash," Harry said gloomily.

"Tilly will not stand hearing her dead Master and Mistress being insulted. Master Harry will listen to Tilly, and when I is done then you will ask questions, understand?"

"Yes," Harry said quietly.

"First things first, Master Harry has strange things ever happened around you."

"Yes but-"

"You is a wizard."

"But no-"

"Master Harry what did Tilly say about questions. They is to wait until the end. Anyway, your parents were one of the richest people in the Wizarding World. They kept escaping this Dark Lord named Voldemort, so one night Voldemort came to your house. He killed Master James and then Mistress Lily, and when he tried to kill you something strange happened. The spell rebounded off your head and hit Voldemort. Your scar is where Voldemort's spell hit you. If he wasn't already dead, Tilly would kill him herself. Tilly also thinks it's funny that the worst day of your life is what made you famous. Now it's time for questions, Master Harry."

"Err… would you please prove to me magic is real? Then can you tell me about my parents; the Dursleys wouldn't tell me anything about them except…"

"Master Harry already told Tilly," Tilly snapped her fingers, and food appeared. "That I think answers your question about food, and you need to eat all of it. Just look at Master; he is skin and bones."

And so Harry was told fascinating stories about his parents. He was the happiest boy in the world that is until the Dursleys came home…