Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or any of the Characters.
A/N: At this point int the story I ask that you keep in mind that circumstances change. If you don't then some things might not make sense.
NEVILLE'S P.O.V.(HARRY'S STORY)
Neville Longbottom was a tall, lean, and muscular seventeen year old, with scars on the inside and out. These scars were caused by Lord Voldemort , a seriously evil and very powerful wizard. He had already taken out most of London's muggle and magical population. Neville found out when he was eleven, it was his responsibilty to kill Voldemort or be killed by him.
"Why couldn't it have been you?" Neville whispered, staring at the grave of one of Voldemort's victims, Harry Potter. See, both Neville and Harry had the potential to fulfill the prophecy that charged Neville with his most painful and difficult duty. It had been rumored that Voldemort went looking for Harry first, but due to Sirius Black's loyalty and bravery as the Potters' Secret-Keeper, Voldemort couldn't find them. That's why Neville Longbottom became the boy who lived.
Being only a year old, Neville didn't know all the details. He had to rely on what his grandmother told him and what he read in books. It was Halloween and Neville's parents, Frank and Alice, had just gotten him to sleep. Alice put Neville in his crib and Frank made her stay in the nursery. A few minutes later, Voldemort blew in the door, Frank put up a good fight but was killed within minutes. After disposing of Frank, Voldemort crashed into the nursery, where Neville was sitting,he had been woken by the noise, seemingly alone. Voldemort raised his wand, muttered the killing curse, and sent a jet of green light at Neville. This is the one thing nobody could ever explain to him; just before the light hit him, a blue bubble appeared around Neville and absorbed the curse. Nobody could tell him what it was or how it happened, nor could he ever do it again. It was just there to save his life that night. Anyway, after his attack failed, a spell hit Voldemort from behind and he fell from the unexpected attack. Enraged, he turned and sent a Killing Curse at his attacker, Alice Longbottom. He took one last look at Neville surrounded by the bubble and fled. Neville was found by his grandmother the next day and has raised him ever since.
His grandmother spent the next two months praying the incident didn't seal her grandson's fate, but on Christmas Eve, that year, her prayers went unanswered. Neville remembered every detail of the story that he was told. Sometimes, he felt like he was there when he thought about it.
Albus Dumbledore, head of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, as well as the head of the resistance, now deceased, had convinced James and Lily Potter that their son was no longer a target and they came out of hiding. In the end though, Voldemort wanted to be sure he had the right boy.
The night of the Potters' deaths, Harry was sleeping while his parents were putting presents under the tree for him. Lilly went upstairs to go to the bathroom, for the millionth time that night. I guess that's what happens when you're pregnant. She had to walk by the nursery and popped her head in on Harry, who was still asleep, and proceeded to the bathroom. The rest is just what people assumed happened, the only ones that know for sure are dead. Lily heard crashes, a cold voice whisper the killing curse, and her husband scream. She bounded out of the bathroom, but being seven months along, running was down a hallway was not an easy task. When she reached the nursery, she saw a flash of green light and Voldemort faced her, a sick smile on his face. He raised his wand and performed the Killing curse, one more time. Lily Potter hit the floor in a flash of green light, a single tear running down her cheek.
Neville had spent his entire life wishing it had been Harry the prophecy spoke of, instead of him and he hated himself for it.How could he wish this life on anyone? This life full of hate, fear, and pain. This life where he couldn't get to close to anyone, unless he wanted them dead or worse, to end up one of Voldemort's toys. That was a fate worse than death. He'd never forgive himself for letting it happen to the love of his life, Ginny Weasley. Still though, he couldn't help but feel life would be much better if Harry Potter was the boy who lived...
A/N: I'm sorry this one is so short. I just needed to let you guys know what happened to Harry. BTW: Props to anyone who caught my Charmed reference.