Disclaimer: I don't own harry potter *crawls into a corner to mourn the loss of a very good story*

Warnings: will only come in first chapter! May be some strong language, mentions of rape and abuse. Mpreg. Don't like… don't read ;)

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Codes:

Hello – normal dialogue

'Hello' – thoughts

Hello – parceltongue

"hello" – speech

3rd May 1980

Silence reigned within the white walls of the hospital room. Petunia sat numb on the bed trying to keep herself together, her husband in the chair next to her had a shockingly blank face. 'infertile, my god he must hate me now' petunia thought glancing up to her partner, however she looked at the wrong time and met his eyes. He took a breath and she shrunk into herself preparing for the worst. "Pet, darling, look at me love," Vernon started and she looked up to her lightly muscled husband, through her hair as if it would defend her, Vernon saw this but continued anyway, "I'm not mad my dear, a little sad sure but never mad, how could I be? I have the most wonderful wife in the world that I spent years chasing after. Besides if you ever decide you do want a child we can open our home to one that doesn't have parents." Petunia let out the breath she didn't know she was holding and launched herself into his arms sobbing "you're sure? You're not going to divorce me and find another wife that can actually give you the child you desire? I'm worthless now, I can't give you what you want" He was shocked at the words that came tumbling out of her mouth, he grabbed both her shoulders to push her back so he could look into her warm chocolate brown eyes that were shiny with unshed tears, "Petunia stop it. If I didn't want you I would have walked out of the hospital the moment the doctor gave his diagnosis. Now enough or I will call a nurse to knock you out, that or we can both leave now and go out for a meal to celebrate". Tunia was confused, 'celebrate? Celebrate what?' she voices her question and in return received a lopsided grin, the answer. A new house. The address. Number 4 privet drive.

31st October 1981

'I should contact Tunia' Lily thought as she cleaned up her house 'she deserves to know that I'm a target and there is a high chance that she will get Harrison if we die.' Squealing laughter distracted her from her thoughts and she moved into the living room to find her one-year old son waving about a wand, no doubt James left it on the sofa again. She shook her head and went to pry the wand from his fingers when she saw her husband on the sofa. She couldn't contain her snort nor the chuckle that left her lips. He was sprawled out fast asleep looking like a drag queen, pink sparkling hair with green makeup wearing only his underwear, a red frilly thong, that used to be boxers. Her chuckling woke James up half asleep he mumbled out an unknown sentence before sitting up when he felt a draft. Looking down he let out an unmanly shriek and rushed to the hallway mirror. Picking up Harry, Lily followed him laughing her head off "I told you James don't leave your wand where Harry can reach it, it never bodes well for you. Harry sweetie can you give daddy his wand now, its bedtime" trying to convince harry to give up the wand was like trying to break solid ice with your hands, near impossible. BOOM. Both Lily and James looked at each other in fear. "THE WARDS LILY GO." Lily raced upstairs hoping that James could hold them off for long enough before looking at her son, she nearly cried in despair when she realised he still held her husband's wand.

Downstairs James frantically looked for his wand before remembering it was with his wife and son, the door was blown open and the dark lord swept passed the threshold. He paused looking at the scantily dressed man before him. A quick Avada and he was down. The dark lord made his way up the stairs listening to the sobbing words of a soon to be dead mother. "Mummy loves you Harry, Daddy loves you, be strong baby, we love you." She turned as the door was bombarded off its hinges Another death curse and he stood facing the toddler in the crib. A pity you are prophesied to defeat me, you could be powerful. Avada Kedavra. He didn't dodge in time as the curse rebounded and his body was blown to pieces, he rose as mist and the child looked at him through tear filled eyes. My mate, I am sorry, I will come for you I swear. He left leaving behind two dead bodies and a child calling after him for comfort.

"James? Lily? Prongs? Flower? Come on guys where are you? "Sirius Black stumbled through the wreckage, stumbling over the prone form of his best friend Sirius started sobbing. He laughed, looking at how James looked easily recognising his godsons spell work, and continued sobbing making him look half mad. He went up stairs and found Lily. That was the last straw and Black insanity broke free and consumed his mind. He disapparated and found the traitorous rat never realising he was walking into a trap. "YOU TRAITOR, YOU THIEVING SCUMBAG, YOU DON'T DESERVE TO LIVE." He fired off a blasting hex but Peter Pettigrew dodged transforming just as the hex collided with piping, blowing up the street instantly killing 12 muggles and injuring another 15.

Aurors swarmed the placed to find a laughing, sobbing, insane Sirius Black moaning about killing James and Lily they arrested him and threw him into a high security cell that was guarded by dementors 24/7 before throwing away the key.

During this confrontation little Harrison Potter was being placed upon the doorstep of what would become his personal living hell. No. 4 privet drive.