A/N: Hello! Welcome to my alternate story of Harry Potter. I haven't forgotten about my canon Jily story or my letters fic, it's just this one popped into my brain and refused to go away. Now I don't normally do AU, this is my first attempt at this style of writing. So if you can please R&R and let me know what you think, and more importantly where you think this should go! ;-)

"Harry wake up love, it's time for breakfast," said Lily gently shaking her son.

"Just five more minutes Mum," Harry muttered into his pillow.

Lily laughed gently, her son was so much like his father. It was then that James appeared in his sons bedroom doorway.

"What's so funny Lils?" asked James jovially.

"Your son, he is so much like you," said Lily grinning.

"You're only just realising that now," said James as he crossed the distance from the door to the bed.

"Oh no love, I've always known it," said Lily winking at her husband.

"Argh, for the love of Circe will you go away, you're too loud," groaned Harry from the depths of his pillow.

"Oi you cheeky little git," said James with a laugh.

He grabbed his sons quilt and pulled it off and started to tickle Harry unmercifully. Harry thrashed around squealing with laughter. James would totally indulge Harry whatever he wanted, he adored his first born, but Harry was never acted spoilt. Lily stood back and watched her husband and son and smiled. James and Harry were incredibly close, their love of Quidditch had bought them together, at times Lily could almost be jealous but she had a daughter and a younger son that doted on her, so she couldn't complain.

"Happy birthday Harry!" came a high pitched yell from down the hall.

At that moment James stopped tickling his son and smiled widely. Harry grinned back at his dad.

"Happy 11th birthday son," said James hugging his eldest son.

"Thanks dad."

"Happy birthday Harry," yelled Harry's younger sister Felicity again.

Felicity was 8 years old and the spit of her mother, except the eyes she had James' hazel eyes and shape. Her red hair falling in soft curling waves down to her shoulders, she was a little on the chubby side at the moment but Harry had been like that to start with till he started to grow.

Harry sat up and rolled his eyes. His sister could be rather loud when she wanted too. It was then that Harry took stock of his bedroom. A banner had been hung over the fireplace with the legend 'A Happy 11th Birthday Harry' emblazoned in red writing. Balloons filled the room and in one corner was a pile of presents. Harry smiled hugely.

He loved his bedroom, it was bright and airy and above all big. He slept in a four poster with pale blue silk hangings, his bed sheets and covers were the finest Egyptian cotton. The windows, floor to ceiling with matching pale blue curtains. His mother had opened the curtain before rousing her son, the July sunlight streaming in lighting the room, making the dark blue walls a shade lighter.

The peace was shattered again this time by the sound of a little voice piping out 'Appy birfday 'Arry.' This disturbance was created by Harry's youngest sibling Robert, though everyone called him Bobbie.

Robert was 4 and a mix of his parents. He had his fathers messy hair but it was a brilliant shade of ginger, his eyes a brilliant shade of blue with bright green flecks, the shape of his eyes a mix so they were more almond shaped. But he had more of his mothers nature and could be at times very sensitive and Felicity would play on that and wind him up, at times leaving their House Elves, Blinky, Gretchen, and Hattie exhausted.

"Come then Harry up you get," said James.

Harry dived from his bed and made for the mountain of presents piled up in the corner. From his Godparents Sirius and Marlene he received a book 'A 1000 pranks and how to pull them off'. Lily groaned audibly when she saw the book, she would have to have words with Sirius when he arrived later. Marlene had given him a new copy of 'Tales of Beedle the Bard' as his previous copy had been accidentally burnt to a cinder by Felicity when she'd had a temper tantrum and did accidental magic. From Remus he received a book also, it was a copy of 'Quidditch Through the Ages'. Harry smiled happily. He also received presents from Molly and Arthur Weasley and family, which consisted of a magical train set, Arthur worked in the 'Department of Mysteries' as an 'Unspeakable' he was also a good friend to his parents who also both worked at the Ministry of Magic as Aurors. There were other presents from the Aurors, everybody adored the 'Potter kids'. Lastly from his parents, Harry received tickets to see his favourite Quidditch team the Tutshill Tornadoes and a Nimbus 2000 broomstick.

"Holy Morgana, I love you guys," said Harry throwing himself at his parents happily.

They all tumbled backwards laughing, Harry on top of them. They were laughing so heartily that they didn't hear the owl tapping on the window. It wasn't till Bobbie and Felicity started yelling that either Lily or James took any notice.

"Woah, calm down you two! Anyone would think you hadn't see owl post before," said James getting up and ruffling both his younger kids hair.

James let the owl in and it fluttered towards Harry and landed on his leg. Lily looked at the letter then to Harry and then up to James.

"It's his Hogwarts letter James," said Lily quietly.

Harry excitedly took the letter from the owl and ripped it open and read it aloud. After Harry was done reading James spoke.

"I guess a trip to Diagon Alley is in order soon then," smiled James.

"Ooo, goody, goody. I love Diagon Alley," chimed Felicity.

"Can't she stay here with the House Elves?" asked Harry hopefully.

"Harry, don't be so mean," admonished his mother.

"Okay, I'm sorry mum," said Harry.

"Now come along everyone lets get some breakfast I'm starving," said James rubbing his tummy.