Little Harry Potter was taken to the Dursleys on Halloween night and remembered by all as the Boy-Who-Lived. Forgotten were the other three Potter children who had been whisked away and hidden that same night. For years they were separated, until the summer of their eleventh birthday. Where they enter a world filled with magic, and impossibilities, and discover the family they had always longed for. Together they start a journey filled with adventure and unimaginable wonders as they work together to find, between themselves, a loving family- and a welcomed home.
Disclaimer : Harry Potter belongs to J.K Rowling and Warner Bros. I only lay claim to my OCs (Harry's siblings and any other OC I create).
I may not always be with you but when we're far apart remember, you will be with me, right inside my heart.
- Marc Wambolt -
I don't care if we have our house, or a cliff ledge, or a cardboard box. Home is wherever we all are, together.
- James Patterson -
Prologue - Torn Apart
"And I don't suppose you're going to tell me why you're here, of all places?"
"I've come to bring Harry to his aunt and uncle. They're the only family he has left now."
"You don't mean - you can't mean the people who live here?" cried Professor McGonagall, jumping to her feet and pointing at number four. "Dumbledore - you can't. I've been watching them all day. You couldn't find two people who are less like us. And they've got this son - I saw him kicking his mother all the way up the street, screaming for sweets. Harry Potter come and live here!"
"It's the best place for him," said Dumbledore firmly.
- J.K Rowling; Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone, Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall
Professor McGonagall stared at him before pursing her lips into a thin line and narrowing her eyes, clearly displeased.
"Why? Why is it the best place for him? Why does he need to come to them? Certainly there are respectable families in the Wizarding world that can keep him safe. Even I have a claim to raise him Albus. With no other Potters it falls to me to teach him about his family, him and his siblings Albus."
"Minerva dear, I know it hurts to lose James and Lily but we can't take the risk of the Ministry trying to take him or the other children from you."
"Take them from me? Take them from me! They will have no right to do so Albus! Fleamont was my cousin- I was born a Fleamont if I should remind you Albus! Euphemia was my dearest friend! I was James Godmother for crying out loud! I have more claim on the children than any other witch or wizard! You shouldn't even have to give them to these muggles they should be raised by me Albus!" Professor McGonagall whispered furiously.
Dumbledore gave her a sad smile, "But you are not the children's Godmother Minerva Dear, nor are you a Potter by blood. Your connection to the late Fleamont Potter is through his grandmother's side if I should remind you, which can- and will- be contested by the Purebloods of the Wizengamot. Which you know we cannot risk, not if we want to keep them from the dark families," he stared at her silently until she glanced away in anger and acknowledgement.
Dumbledore gave a sad sigh, "Also, with Lily Potter's sacrifice only his mother's blood will be able to protect him. Petunia is his mother's sister, therefore the closest to her blood," he replied.
Professor McGonagall turned back to him, looking unconvinced, "Well what about the other children? They are his family too- certainly more than these muggles!" she pointed at number four, "They all carry their mother's blood. Why can't we put them all together with a wizarding family, or with me Albus, with your political clout we can make sure the children are given to me, and if its about blood then with each other they'll be safe there too!"
Dumbledore shook his head before looking at Professor McGonagall, "Minerva, dear, they are not safe anywhere in the wizarding world. It's too easy for Voldemort's-" Professor McGonagall shivered slightly "- followers to navigate. In the muggle world it'll be harder for any malevolent pureblood to find them," he replied.
Professor McGonagall bristled slightly before standing straighter, crossing her arms and lifting her chin, her cheeks red in furry. Her voice was clipped as she answered back.
"And what about the other children then Albus? Certainly you do not believe that the Dursleys will take them all in with open hearts do you?"
Dumbledore sighed wearily as he looked up into the sky, his eyes darting as they searched for something in the horizon.
"Alas, we will need to separate them as well. They will not be safe if by coincidence one of them is found and they are all together. Each one in a different muggle orphanage will be the most practical."
Professor McGonagall spluttered "Orphanage Albus?! Lily and James' children in an Orphanage! A Potter in a Orphanage?! That's almost as bad as leaving poor Harry with these horrid muggles!"
"Minerva dear-"
"You can't do that Albus!"
"Minerva!"
Professor McGonagall, shocked, silenced herself. She had never been spoken to like that by Albus Dumbledore before.
Dumbledore sighed as he turned to look at her in the eye. The usual twinkle in his blue eyes nonexistent.
"I must Minerva dear, for their own safety. The Potter name will be known as the vanquisher of Voldemort and therefore, in our world, they will be in constant danger."
Professor McGonagall looked up to the darkened windows of number four, the wrinkles in her face becoming much more prominent.
"But unaware of each other, of their heritage, Albus?" she whispered.
"Separate they will be safe and away from the fame. They will be able to live normal childhoods," he turned back towards the sky as a dark speck became noticeable in the horizon, "I have thought through all the options you have given me already, believe me, but I believe this is the only way to keep the children safe- even if it hurts me to separate them from their family and their birthright," he sighed wearily, as if the weight of the world rested on his shoulders, "Hopefully the other children will be adopted soon and will live in happy families, just like Harry. This is the only gift we can give them for all that they have already sacrificed for us, for our world."
Professor McGonagall stared at him, something in her expression changing, before she turned to the speck as well, the sound of a rumbling motor starting to fill the air. They watched as the speck grew larger and the sound became louder until a flying motorcycle came into view. It parked right in front of number four and a huge form of a man climbed off. He stood almost twice as tall as a normal man and five times as wide. With wild, untamed, hair and beard, and beady black eyes. From within the side car, which held a basket, he picked up a small little form bundled up with blankets. As he walked up to Dumbledore you could notice the tears glistening in his eyes.
Dumebledore smiled up at him as he came closer, "Hagrid," he said relieved "Glad you made it. Did you have any trouble?"
Hagrid sniffled, passing the child to Dumbledore as he reached out for the red bundle.
"No Professor Dumbledore sir. Got the motorcycle from young Sirius an' used it to bring the children over 'ere. Children were no problem sir. They fell asleep as we was flyin' over Bristol."
"Excellent, good job Hagrid," Dumbledore whispered as he looked down upon the child.
Professor McGonagall, who had been silent, moved forward and peered down at the child as well. It was a boy, with untamed black hair and pale skin, dark lips and high cheek bones. He was a beautiful child but that was not what gathered their attention and had them staring. It was the swollen scar on his forehead, in the form of a lightning bolt.
Pointing at it Professor McGonagall whispered, "Is that where-?"
"Yes that is where the curse hit him." Dumbledore responded.
Hagrid, upon hearing that, cried out. His sobs filling the air.
"Hush Hagrid! You'll wake up the muggles!" Proffessor McGonagall whispered before turning back to look at the scar "Can't you do something about it Albus?"
"Even if I could, I wouldn't. Scars can come in handy, Minerva dear. I have one on my left knee, a map of underground London, and it has helped me immensely," he replied, moving towards the door.
"Sadly he'll have that scar forever. And it will mark him as Harry Potter."
The other two watched as he placed the boy on the doorstep and tucked a letter into the blankets. Hagrid's shoulders shook as Professor McGonagall swallowed the lump in her throat. They stood, unmoving, until Dumbledore came back, his eyes dull.
"Poor little 'Arry. James an' Lily dead- an' livin' withou' his siblings." Hagrid cried.
"There Hagrid," Dumbledore patted his arm. "Yes it is sad but we are still not done. Where are the other children Hagrid?"
Clearing his throat Hagrid turned back towards the motorcycle, peering down at the basket inside the side car.
"Right 'ere Professor Dumbledore sir," he whispered.
Dumbledore moved forward, McGonagall behind him, as they looked down upon the small forms inside the basket. A baby boy, bundled into a blue blanket, and two little girls with a pink and purple blanket respectively. They moved restlessly, the little one in purple reaching over to the empty space beside her and whimpering when her hands touched nothing. She peered up at them, emerald green shining in the night, before she closed her eyes tightly and twisted towards the other child beside her, grabbing onto his blue blanket.
McGonagall reached down to stroke her black hair, "Shh there, there. What's wrong with them Albus?" she questioned.
Dumbledore picked up the other little girl, the one in pink, and stared down at her before responding, "It seems that they feel their nearing separation. Siblings such as themselves have a strong bond and they must be feeling within themselves their coming departures. A shame that their separation might cost them this bond, it is truly a wonderful thing."
McGonagall looked up at him at that, uncertain, "Are you sure about this Albus?" she asked as she picked up the girl in purple, the children's cries intensifying. Turning towards number Four she could see even little Harry fussing on the doorstep.
"Potters, unaware of their family, of their history? It's unheard of. Fleamont and Euphemia would be rolling in their graves, ashamed that I'm even allowing this to happen, not to mention how James and Lily must be feeling," She whispered looking down onto the little girl in her arms with the Potter chin and nose, so much like James'.
"This is the only way they can be safe Minerva any contact with the wizarding world before Hogwarts can bring them danger. This is the best option for them," Dumbledore responded.
McGonagall nodded slowly, her expression saddened as she looked down onto the child.
"Very well," she whispered, "for their safety," she leaned down to kiss the brow of the girl fussing in her arms.
Dumbledore nodded before taking out three more envelopes from within his robes, passing one over to McGonagall and then Hagrid.
"We must go now, staying here any longer isn't safe. On the envelope is the orphanage you should take them to and inside are their birth certificates, leave it with them when you drop them off." he hesitated as he looked at each one of the children slowly, "Take care of them," he whispered, "And let us hope that they grow happy and loved in absence of losing their parents and each other."
McGonagall nodded briskly as she accepted the envelope and held the child tighter. Hagrid got onto the motorcycle and nodded as he looked at the little boy left inside the basket, "Ye' sir," he whispered, tears in his eyes. They stood there, for a while, in silence as if unwilling to continue their plan. But then McGonagall stepped away and with a spin on her heel and a 'pop' she vanished. Hagrid followed her, revving the engine and- with a salute to Dumbledore- flying up into the sky, becoming nothing more then a speck.
Watching them leave Dumbledore walked down the street before stopping. Returning the lights to their lamppost he looked down at the child in his arms as she slept. Her brow furrowed and tears running down her cheeks as she silently wept, feeling the absence of her siblings. Dumbledore sighed.
"Good luck Mister and Misses Potter," he whispered.
He looked down the street to number Four where he could see the bundle in the doorstep fussing restlessly, feeling the impending departure of its last sibling. Dumbledore smiled sadly.
"Good luck Harry."
And with a swish of his robes and a 'pop' he was also gone. And only one Potter was left on the doorstep of Number four Private Drive, who became still as his last sibling left. And as the night grew on only his whimpers were heard.
And all throughout England the last of the Potters were scattered, put on doorsteps with envelopes tucked into their blankets. Wizards and Witches celebrated and rejoiced as the last of the family who saved them were separated- and eventually all but one was forgotten- children who no longer possessed anything except the envelope with their name and the bond that they shared. The bond that held them together, and grew when they needed their family the most-
Hardwin James Potter,
Jonathan Fleamont Potter,
Camellia Iolanthe Potter,
Rosalyn Euphemia Potter-
The Potters wouldn't see each other for many, many, years- not until the summer of their eleventh birthday, ten years from now. And until that time they were separated, but they were never alone. Because they knew they had each other. Deep down inside their hearts, and within their dreams.
A/N: I am really into Harry Potter and I have been tweaking with different ideas for a while now. I ended up deciding on posting this idea. Most of my ideas have to do with Harry having siblings or some type of family- because I really want a Harry who has family (in most cases a big family). The Weasleys and Hermione try and are wonderful to him but I get the sense that he never fully fit, not completely. And Sirius and Remus are amazing and probably would have filled the role of fathers or uncles that Harry needed, would have been his family if given the chance (because Harry was everything to them, he was their focus, unlike the Weasleys who had their own children- or their siblings- and Hermione who had her parents) but they die too soon for my taste (which is that they don't die of old age, which for me is unacceptable because I love them both and didn't want them to die in the books at all *hint on what's not going to happen to them in this story*).
So the Potter siblings are Quadruplets if that wasn't obvious (if it sounds cliche or too unlikely and you don't like it then I guess this isn't the story for you) and this isn't going to be a WBWL story Harry is the BWL, not any of his siblings (he was born at the end of July 31st and they were born at the beginning of August 1st for those of you who want to know so there isn't even the remote possibility that any of them can be the Chosen One). I really like OCs in stories, so as a warning the story will change POV between the siblings (there might be POVs of other canon characters but they are few) meaning that the POV of the story will be 3/4 from the perspective of an OC.
If you recognize some of the dialogue or descriptions of characters (like Hagrid) then they came from Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone, Chapter One: The Boy Who Lived.
Thank you for reading and please review, let me know how I did.
~ Aneriam