Me, being my usual self was reading a fan fic and was struck by a sudden inspiration. What if Neville was the Boy-Who-Lived and not Harry? I know people have done this before, but I promise that it is going to be different. Please excuse me if I do not get everything right about what happens to first years, it has been at least a year since I last read the Sorcerer's Stone.
Harry Potter, son of the famous Aurors James and Lily Potter, stood in his bedroom, looking at himself in his oak framed mirror. He was small for his age, at least as far as he could tell; all of the girls he met were taller than him. His father had just bought him new glasses so, unlike the awful round ones he had, they were narrow and had a peculiar mix of silver and gold for the frames. In some lighting they looked completely silver, but in others completely gold. His unruly hair was, like usual, sticking up all over the place. His mother absolutely hated it. As Harry admired his glasses, an owl flapped in the open window behind him.
He crossed the room, anticipation burning in him. What if this was the letter? What if this was the letter that told him he was accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry? With shaking fingers he reached out and took the letter from the tawny owl and walked to his nightstand. There he pulled a knife out of the top drawer. His godfather, Sirius, a few birthdays' back, had given the knife to him. Using the knife he cut open the envelope. Inside there was a letter with green writing on it, very similar to the color of Harry's eyes. He unfolded the letter after seeing that it was addressed to a 'Mr. H. Potter' His eyes quickly scanned the letter.
'Dear Mr. Potter,
We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.'
After reading that Harry was bursting with joy. He got to go where his father, mother, godfather, personally adopted godfather, Remus, and all of their friends had gone. He quickly scanned over the rest of the letter making sure he didn't miss anything. There was nothing to important, just a bunch of supplies.
He quickly ran out of his room, being careful to slam the door behind him, and down the red-carpeted steps to the foyer of their house, his green robes billowing out behind him. From there he ran to the living room where his mother was playing with his little sister, Chrissy, on the floor with some miniature dragons. His sister giggled when one of the dragons started to growl at nothing, and then tried to attack the nothing. His mother looked up at his entering of the room.
His mother had beautiful red hair that normally spilled down her back. Right now though it was up in a loose bun. Her bangs fell slightly in front of the green eyes she had given to both her son and her daughter. Chrissy had also gotten her red hair.
"Mum!" Harry practically shouted, he was so excited. "It came, my letter came!"
"That's wonderful, dear. Why don't you go tell your father? He is in the kitchen I believe." Lily said smiling.
Harry ran out of the living room and to the other side of the foyer where there was a large archway leading into the dining room. Once there he walked through yet another huge archway, into the kitchen. There was his father, sipping a cup of tea and reading the morning edition of the Daily Prophet. His father looked almost identical to Harry, the same messy hair, the same build, just a lot taller. The main difference was that his father had hazel eyes, not green.
"Dad," Harry said as excitedly as he had said to his mother. "It came, my Hogwarts letter came!"
James Potter looked up from his Prophet at this. "That's great! Now make sure when you go you prank lot's of Slytherins for me." He winked.
Lily walked in at that moment holding her precious five year old. Having heard the last statement, she shrieked "JAMES POTTER! DON'T YOU DARE TELL THAT BOY TO PLAY PRANKS! HE'LL GET A HEAD AS BIG AS YOURS!"
James pretended to look wounded. "But you still love me, Lils. Who's to say someone won't love Harry?"
Harry rolled his eyes while his mother smirked. "So you admit that he will be big headed like you?"
James winced at his mistake. Harry quickly spoke up, as he did not want to have to sit through another of these arguments. "When are we going to get my school supplies?"
Lily thought about it. "How about we go now? I have been meaning to get Chrissy a new pair a baby robes for a while. She is growing like a weed."
Harry pouted and James smiled. "Not to say you aren't." James ruffled his hair. "By the time you get back from Hogwarts who knows how tall you will be?" Harry beamed at his.
"Let me go get the key and we can be off." Lily said as she kissed her husband on the cheek and walked out of the room. Both Harry and Chrissy had turned away, disgusted.
Harry turned to Chrissy. "Aren't you so excited? This year I'm going away for a while so you won't have a mean bossy brother to annoy you." Harry smiled cheekily. "And you get to go to Kindergarten!"
Chrissy looked at him. "You goin' 'way?" Her eyes started filling up with tears. "I no wan' you to go!"
James watched the two siblings interact. He could sympathize with Chrissy about not wanting her brother to go away. When he was younger, he had been terribly upset when his older siblings went to Hogwarts without him.
"Don't worry, Chrissy." Harry said. "I will come back for the Holidays and such." Chrissy smiled, showing off her baby teeth.
Lily walked back into the room. "Do you want to come with us, James?"
James shook his head, negatively. "I want to, but I can't. I have work in," He looked at the wooden clock on the wall. His eyes widened comically. "Half an hour ago!" He quickly set down his mug of tea and ran to the living room, to floo to his work.
Lily shook her head, exasperated. She then turned to Chrissy and Harry. "Shall we go now?" The two children nodded affirmative, so she took Chrissy's hand and walked back into the living room, Harry trailing behind them. When they got to the living room, Lily reached up to the spot on the mantel that they had for floo powder. She paused and frowned. "We will have to get some more in Diagon Alley. I am afraid that we have almost used it all up." She took the last pinch of Floo Powder and stepped into the fireplace with Chrissy. She beckoned Harry to step in as well. "We don't have enough for you to travel by yourself, dear. I'm sorry." Harry dejectedly walked into the fireplace where Lily lightly tossed the Powder to the ground where flames started licking at their feet. "Diagon Alley." She said clearly as not to confuse it with anything else.
What do you think? I wasn't planning on writing here. The inspiration I had was for at school but I thought that it would help to have an introduction to Harry's life and such. There is a reason for Chrissy's name. I looked up 'Harry' and the website told me that it was English from the name 'Harold'. So I then looked up English girl names and I got 'Chrissy' from the name 'Christopher'. I probably could have found a name that was actually from a girl's name but I was to lazy to look farther down the list than the C's. Not even all of the way down that. If any one is curious the website I used is with the www. in front of it of course. I am so proud of myself. I wrote something longer than two pages! I now just have to go proofread it… Yes there is a reason why Harry has green robes. About the house they live in, it is a mansion. They abandoned Godric's Hallow….So that is why it has a foyer. All of the bedrooms are upstairs and everything else is downstairs.