The Life He'll Never Have

Chapter One; Lights

You say hello, and I don't know where to begin.

This won't be good, but I think I'm gonna do it again.

You're breakin' promises quicker than you make new friends.

5 Years Old

"He'll be fine, James. I have faith in you" Albus Dumbledore, James' old mentor smiled softly. "It's all for the greater good". James inwardly snorted. How the hell was sending off one of his children to a muggle boarding school, be for the greater good? Harrison was only 5. He'd lost his mother when he was 1 and a half. When James started dating again, Ryan had burst into tears but Harrison had stared at him and said softly, 'You'll be replacing Mum'. James had never got Harrison's brain. While Ryan howled with every loud noise and when James left the room, Harrison would simply sigh and roll over.

"Harrison! Come down please!" he hollered up the steps. It was originally hard to move, but Moving to the ancestral Potter home, was the best choice.

"Yes, Dad!" came the reply and gentle thunk. James knew that his son would be replacing his mother's guitar. Lily loved music, she couldn't really play, but she lived and breathed it. When James had told Harrison this, Harrison had vowed learning guitar. And that's what he did.

"Harrison, you'll be going to a special school. It's a boarding school, but you'll have fun" James felt his face pull into a fake smile. Harrison nodded

"I understand" he walked away. James stood staring after his son. What child 'understands?'. "Good Night Dad" Before James could ponder any more, his phone buzzed. He looked at the Caller ID. It was a girl he had been dating for a couple of months. Annabelle Kinsman. He sighed and picked it up.

"Hello?"

"James, it's an emergency!" the shrill voice of his girlfriend pierced his ear. James winced. What the hell he'd been thinking when he went out with her, he wouldn't ever know.

"I realised" he said dryly, purposely irking her. She hated it when he used his awesome-sarcasm skills.

"James, I'm serious. Come over"

"I can't the kids"

"Screw the kids" she snapped. James eyes' narrowed behind his rectangular glasses and hanged up. She was so dropped.

8 Years Old

"Harrison James Potter! Get down here at once!" snapped James Potter. He was standing at the bottom of the marble stairs and waiting for his troubled child to come down the stairs. "Fine! We'll leave without you!" He made exaggerated stomping noises and there was a child's giggle coming from under the table. James mentally cursed his stupidity and tiptoed to the table. "BOO!" he yelled…to empty air.

"Daddy, are we going yet?" an eight-year old Ryan Godric toddled into the entry way. He had a vertical line across his forehead, where he survived against the Avada Kevada which claimed his mother and James' wife, Lily. James was now married to Annabelle Potter (nee Kinsman) a redheaded Gryffindor, a year below James. She and James had one child together, Nicolas.

James felt uneasy naming his kid this, since Nicolas Dee was her old boyfriend. When he brought up this concern, she would smile and kiss him. "Nothing is between me and Nicolas, Jamie." He never had the heart to tell her that he hated the name 'Jamie'.

According to Annabelle and Albus Dumbledore, Harrison was a troubled child. They said that he was getting jealous to Ryan. James honestly didn't see what Harrison did that annoyed them greatly, but since Ryan needed training, that somehow Harrison couldn't join in, they convinced James that Harrison would be good at a muggle boarding school for the year. Only problem? One year has turned into 3 years. It was for the greater good, after all.

There was no way, in Merlins name was Harry going down there. He knew where his Dad and Annabelle were going to send him again. Jaguah's School for the Gifted. Harry was gifted with music. Except saxophone. That, he couldn't master. When he was 5, his Dad told him that he was going to a special school. It was a school for smart people. Except, when he came home, his Dad told him that he was going back. Harry knew who made his Dad do it. Annabelle.

Ryan was confused. His Daddy just sent Millie the House Elf off to search for Harry. Why did they send him to that horrible place? Ryan knew that Harry enjoyed it, but he left him all alone here, with just the House-Elves for company. His Uncle Padfoot and Moony only came over when Annabelle was out, and even then Daddy had to smuggle them in. Ever since they spent a half-hour more with Harry than him. It's not like he really cared, anyway.

She did it, and she knew it would tear the family apart, but if Ryan was going to defeat He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, then his troublesome twin had to go somewhere! And those annoying Marauders, Sirius Black and Remus Lupin, the blood-traitor and the half-breed, put an absurd idea into his head, that he was worth as much as his brother! Just because he shares a scar in the shape of a lightning bolt, honestly. She put her blood-red lipstick on and smeared it. She had to look her best. After all, she was James Potter's Wife.

Harry looked curiously to the figure that resembled his Godfather. "Who are you again?" he asked suspiciously.

"Um, I'm Sir Pawprint" the voice responded "Now get your bum moving, we've got to go before the Dragon- Er, that is Annabelle comes back"

Harry scoffed "Come off it Padfoot. Only you and Moony call Annabelle 'Dragon'. Besides, 'Pawprint?' that's easier than swallowing water"

"Shut up Harry. Let's go" He picked up the knapsack and pulled his Godson out the window.

"Where we going?"

"Home"

14 Years Old

James smiled proudly and clapped loudly along with Remus (that is Professor Remus), Annabelle, Minerva, Albus, Molly Weasley and numerous others. His son had just won the Quittich Cup. Well, not technically won. He was a chaser ("Just like you Jamie" smiled Annabelle) and had scored the winning goal for his team. The others helped as well, He supposed.

Ryan flew over to his father and his step-father. "Dija see me, Dad, Mum?" Ryan had started calling Annabelle 'Mum'. James didn't know how he felt. Happy or displeased.

"Yes Ryan. We saw" Annabelle kissed Ryan's cheek and James slapped his on the back.

"What about you, Uncle Moony?" Ryan's enthusiasm was obvious as he beamed at his only Godfather. Sirius was kidnapped, with Harrison, little over 6 years. Annabelle was so caught up about it. Ryan wasn't.

"Thank you all, for a brilliantly played Quittich Match. Gryffindor Wins the Quittich Cup, and points gets transferred over to their house, and are now in the lead, if I am correct" There were cheers. "And in a few days, the Lightning Strike Interspecies Quittich Team" Here were more cheers "Are coming to Hogwarts to Study, after their Palace was burnt down" Here the memory faded and Prince Phoenix Wolf was storming the castle angrily. "Burnt down? BURNT DOWN? MERLINS FAT BALLS DINGO, COULDN'T YOU HAVE A BETTER COVER?"

King Dingo Wolf smiled his irking smile at his Godson. "No. Besides I was busy" he smirked and waved to one of the fanning fairies.

"Dingo, You better have a good reason why me and My Team are getting transferred to a place, that I never want to set foot in again" Phoenix scowled

Dingo chuckled "Phoenix, Phoenix, Phoenix. I have gained a very good piece of information." He smirked teasingly. "It's your birth certificate"

Phoenix sighed "Dingo, I know I'm awesome, and so does everyone else. What would my birth certificate do?"

"It's not just yours" Dingo smiled "It's-"

"Ryan's" Phoenix gasped and ruffled his snow white, I-just-got-electrocuted hair.

"Exactly. And this piece of paper says-" he didn't finish because Phoenix had grabbed the sheet of paper off him.

SAINT MUNGO'S HOSPITAL OF MAGICAL MILADIES AND INJURIES

Are proud to announce the birth of

POTTER, HARRY JAMES (6 ounces, 5 grams)

11: 57 July 31st 1980

POTTER, RYAN GODRIC (5 ounces, 3 grams)

12:02 April 1st 1980

(Certified by Melinda Feeline; Head of Midwife Ward)

(Please remember that children CANNOT be brought back, no matter what)

"Do you know what that means?" Dingo asked carefully .

Phoenix sighed. "The Prophecy… The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches ... Born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies ... And the Dark Lord will mark him as equal, but he will have power the Dark Lord knows not ... And either must die at the hand of the other for neither can live while the other survives" Phoenix sighed. "What a load off bullshizzle"

Dingo sighed "I know, Pup. But we cant do that much about it"

"But we can go with a bang" Phoenix grinned

"Watch out, Hogwarts, Britain, Wizarding World. Harry Potter and Sirius Black, are back" Phoenix and Dingo High-Fived (something that one of the younger elves had taught them) and laughed.

"So, where'd you store those Super-Sensitive Blue Dungbombs?"

A/N; Sorry bout the delay folks. Oh, and Thanks to All of You who Commented, Story Faviourited/Alerted, Author Faviourited. All ready typed up next chappie, be up soon. :DD