On July 30th, 1980, Casimir Luca Black-Snape was born. He was so beautiful. I was crying, Sev actually looked like he felt emotions, and James was calling everyone to tell them the good news. Lily was just staring in amazment at the life that she had created. I held him in my arms for the first time, and then I handed him to Sev. Sev just looked so... Fatherly. He gazed at our son with proud eyes, and I knew that this baby meant the world to him. To us.

We had to wait a day to take him home, because he needed to be checked out, and that he wasn't sick. It takes a bit for magical babies because they need to test their magic. Sev and I knew that our baby would be strong, because we both came from pureblood families that didn't really inbreed too much. (I didn't say at all because I once had this cousin who... You know what? Nevermind... You do not want to know.)

So we were handed our baby, and heard that he was perfect. 10 fingers, 10 toes. No diseases, no troubles. His magic was pure and strong. Our child was amazing... And then, it happened.

We almost walked out of St. Mungo's, but James called us back in because he said that Lily wanted to see Casi again. So, we walked back up to her room where she was recovering, and handed her the baby. She rocked him, and held him, and got that shadow in her eye again. And then everything went black.

We lost our baby that day.

(End Sirius' POV-- Start Normal POV)

On July 31st, 1980, Harry James Potter was born.

James took Harry back to the house, while Lily stayed in the hospital. She would get out tomorrow, but the doctors wanted her to stay another night just to make sure that she was ok. Lily felt fine, maybe slightly guilty at the fact that she stole her husband's best friend's child, but she showed no remorse. She actually looked happy, and she fell asleep with a smile on her face.

Harry grew up great. He got everything he needed and more. His parents loved him. His uncle spoiled him. And he was the happiest baby you'd ever find. He was about seven months when he said his first word to Sirius.

"Daddy."

"No baby, Daddy's not home right now. He'll be home in a bit. I'm your Uncle Sirius, can you say Uncle Sirius?"

"Daddy." And Sirius felt sad. He didn't know why. But when he went home that night, he cried himself to sleep.

When Harry was nine months, he did his very first magic. He floated to Sirius' lap, and said "Daddy."

"No baby. How many times do I have to tell you, James is your daddy." And Sirius handed Harry to James who then burst out in tears.

"Daddy!" And no matter what James did, he couldn't calm him until he gave him to Sirius when he went to find Lily. Harry stopped crying, and fell asleep in Sirius' arms.

Sirius wasn't allowed to come over as much as he used to after that. James and Lily were worried that Harry was recognizing Sirius as his father instead of James. It was a good thing tht Severus thought that he hated them, because if Severus was there, then all hope would be lost.

But time passed, and Harry eventually called James, 'Daddy', and Lily, 'Mommy', and Sirius was 'Uncle Sirius', and to James and Lily, everything was right in the world. Until one cold, October night...

It was Halloween, and the leaves had fallen from the trees, the night was brisk, and James walked in the door with a pink nose and fogged glasses. He gave Lily a kiss on the lips, Harry a kiss on the head, and he took Harry from Lily's arms and swung him around, with Harry giggiling the whole time.

"And how are you love?" He asked Lily.

"Tired. Harry was being fussy today, and I couldn't figure out what was wrong with him."

"He is better now?"

"No, he seems to be getting worse. See?"

And James could feel Harry squirming in his arms. James wondered what could be wrong with him, when an intense alarm went off, making Harry cry and James and Lily to look at each other in horror.

"He's here..." Lily whispered. James handed Harry off to Lily.

"Lily, take Harry and go!" James yelled, and drew his wand.

Lily rushed up the stairs, but not without a passionate kiss to James first.

Lily heard the door slam open, and a duel going on in her living room. She was searching the drawers for their emergency portkey, because you weren't supposed to use magic around a baby, because it made their magic grow to strong for thier bodies to hold.

Lily couldn't find the portkey, and she heard a thunk, and someone walking up the stairs. She grabbed Harry, and stood in the corner, adjacent from the door.

A whispered 'Alohamora,' was heard, and the door swung open. It was him.

"No, not Harry! Take me instead!" Voldermort just chuckled.

"Stupid woman, get out of the way!"

"Please, not Harry, me! Take me!" And tehn Lily was hit with a flash of green light, and she fell to the floor with Harry on top of her.

"Mommy?"

"Hello Harry." Harry turned and saw the man right there. He wasn't afraid, because he didn't know this man.

And then a green light shot at Harry, and Harry fell backwards crying, and Voldermort was turned into dust by the reflection of the spell. Voldermort's soul flew away, plotting revenge again the one year old, and Harry fainted on the floor with a scar on his forehead to remind him of the one thing that he would never remember.

But the night, he became the Boy-Who-Lived.

So, I'm sorry for not posting in forever. I've been pretty busy doing random things, and I finally got around to it today.

Tell me what you think. Next chapter we start Harry's life at 11 when he goes to Hogwarts, but not without visiting the Dursley's first.

Poll: How old do you think that Harry should be when he finds out about his true parents?

I was thinking 16 or 17, when he gets his giant power boost... But I'll take opinions on what you guys think.

Also, I'm sorry because I posted this, read back through it, saw all of the mistakes, and then took it back down. So sorry if anyone was teased. But here it is. Hopefully mistake free, but since I have no beta, there is a slim chance that that's what happened. The beta job is open to anyone, just PM me and I'll get back to ya.

Adios!

Davens