I do not own Harry Potter

I do not own Harry Potter

Chapter 4

Hogwarts

2 weeks later

Albus was disturbed. In less then a week the children would be arriving to go to school and he was bothered by several things.

First thing was the incident long ago where he was greeted by the older version of Alexander Potter. The fact that within a couple of months of his arrival, no one could remember him even being there mattered not. It was the fact that Albus was to blame for the fall of the light in the future.

The murder only a few houses down from where the Potters was hiding was enough to make him contemplate asking them to move again. But then the explosion had already forced them to move.

Seeing them at the press conference to say they were okay made him worry regardless about them and Alex. He was admittedly startled by the hit the young Black had given him at the time that sent him to the floor.

The pain incredible, he could discern at all from their minds about where they were at that moment. He was simply helped up by the young werewolf and left alone.

What had he done to merit this? Those whom he considered his children did not like him...and it hurt.

Now he once again could not help but look at Ollivander's letter.

The wand that he figured should go to the Boy who lived Alexander Potter. It did not do so at all apparently. Harry Potter was the one in control of the wand now. The one that was brother to Voldemort's because of Fawkes' tail feathers. Looking up at the red phoenix, the bird just makes a sound of pleasure as it blinks bright eyes at him.

"You know something don't you my old friend?" The old man states with a tired gaze. "That boy from so long ago, the older version of our old Alex said I did something. Something wrong and it caused the fall."

The phoenix listening works at preening his feathers as if to say go on.

"I know Alex has to be the Savior. He shined brightly with light where his brother did not." The elderly wizard murmured. "Why is it that Harry Potter is the one with the wand and not our savior?"

Looking up from making his feathers sparkle, the bird gives a trill of song in response. "It is perhaps, because you are wrong?"

But the song falls on death ears. Fawkes knows that the old man means well in much of what he does and he is indeed knowledgeable. The Headmaster though must remember though that just because one shines with the light...

Does not necessarily mean they are the pure hearted one. That Gryffindor boy from years before was a perfect example of that.

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One Week Later

King's Station

"Where do we go?"

"Think they have food?"

"Are we there yet?"

Three voices young and definitely male shooting excited questions one right after the other, the parents and uncles to the gazes of those watching could not help but smile at their warmth.

"This way boys and yes they have food and no we are not quite there." Lily smiled as James was giving his eldest a good head rubbing in affection and not to mention to silence him with distractions. The black haired boy trying to brush his father off couldn't help but grin in joy.

Alex beside them, Harry looked at his twin brother and they both shortly manage to tackle their father. Not really caring about the ruckus they are creating Lily shakes her head in embarrassment as people look in a mixture of amusement and glares.

"All right children cut it out!"

"But Mum..." Came three voices, one of which is her dear husband's whom she whacks upside the head affectionately. James catching her as she attempts to do so again, the dark haired man gives her a soft kiss, causing not only groans from the boys. But a deep smile to appear on Lily's lips as they part.

"I hate it when you do that..."

"Why?"

"Makes me want to do anything you say." She smiled softly as he grinned.

"Mum, Dad...COME ON!"

Amusement on their features, they followed three anxious children who were around their Uncles and grandmother. Approaching the area between platforms 9 and 10 the boys look puzzled for a moment in confusion. Moments later a dawning awareness happens on them as they watch as Sirius casually leans on the column and disappears.

"Best you take it at a run boys..." Augusta stated with a warm smile. "Just hope your Uncle got out of the way."

Nodding their head, Neville followed by Alex runs through along with Remus and then Mrs. Longbottom herself. About to go through, the trio pause as a family of red heads approach. A confused expression for a moment, as it is hard to tell a couple of them apart, Lily and James light up as they recognize the older woman directing them.

"Molly?!"

Hearing her name called, the woman looks up and smiles in greetings as she recognizes the couple in front of her.

"James, Lily! Where have you been?!" The woman exclaims as she runs over with her daughter.

"Safe Molly." James smiled warmly as he hugged her. "I wish we could tell you more, but it best that we don't."

A vexed look on her features, the older woman smiles as she understands. "It's all right. But you must bring your family over for dinner sometime."

"We will, we promise, but speaking of family, have you met Harry?" James smiled as he beckons the dark haired boy over. "Alex already ran through, but this is Harry." The older Potter smiled proudly, as he beckons for the dark haired boy to come forward. The red headed family perusing him, the boys notice as the one girl of the children blushes shyly as the black haired youth offers his hand.

"Go on introduce yourself to the Potters."

About to do so, it takes the youngest of the boys to shout in glee. "The Potters? You mean as in the Boy-who–lived Potters!"

Harry about to offer his hand in greetings frowns as does James and Lily. The children and Molly not missing a beat, look up in confusion.

"We don't like the fame. Alex especially doesn't like it." Harry worded coldly as he turned and ran through the column in anger. Ron feeling for the first time slight ashamed of himself as Lily shakes her head as she explains.

"You must forgive Harry and Alex as well ahead of time. They don't mind attention when it is well earned. But we raised them that just because the Dark Lord Voldemort is dead, don't mean that others aren't as well. That blasted title reminds them of the fact the fame sometimes comes at a price."

A deep understanding shining in Molly's features, the identical twins step forward and smile as one of them wraps their youngest brother in a headlock, while Molly ushers for the oldest boy present to go through.

"Don't worry."

"about ickle Ronniekins"

"We shall"

"make sure"

"he apologizes."

Amusement in their gazes, they shake their heads. About to say something else, a warning buzzer sounds and Molly, starts pushing everyone towards the column. "Let's go, let's go. The train leaves in fifteen minutes!"

Hurrying as well, through the columns, they look around for the others alongside the red head family that has already started to unload belongings and various things on the train. But the twins pause as shouts erupt from elsewhere...

"Hey Prongs over here!" A black haired man shouted next to a brown haired one, both pausing to look up, the twins refrain from stopping them as two boys including the black haired one yell shouts of Dad. The third one was beside them, grinning as he yells Uncle James and Aunt Lily.

"Dear brother"

"could it be?"

"We shall"

"have to check"

"Would not do"

"for the great"

"Gred"

"and Forge"

"to be wrong."

"Boys, you will not be checking anything!" Molly said sternly as she glared at both. The two of them giving her their best innocent looks as she railed at them... "And one more thing! If I receive a letter that you have blown up a toilet or something! You two!"

"Mum! We have done"

"No such"

"thing!"

"But thanks"

"for the idea!"

Hurriedly getting on the train before she could respond, the twins as well as other children and teens started waving goodbye as the train moved. The twins intent on soon as safely out of range of their mother, dragging brother to not only apologize. But to find out something that they overheard is true...

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20 minutes later

Sitting with their friend and brother in spirit Neville, Alex and Harry were chatting up a storm with excitement. You see, their Uncle Padfoot had snuck in something that made the twins smile with joy as they knew it came from their father.

"Harry, you serious? Uncle James is letting us have the cloak now?"

Nodding his head the black haired boy, shows what his godfather had given him and Alex under guise of a hug. He can't help but remember the dark haired man's impish and serious words.

From your, Dad, Uncle Moony and me, Pup, cub, use it well

All three boys know well in reference to the reasons behind this. About to plan themselves how about doing things, they are startled and quickly hide the cloak so as to not arouse anything.

Seeing the red haired boy from earlier, Harry can't help but frown in irritation. Alex and Neville puzzled for a second, Harry just looks at them both. A shared message between them, Ron gulps as looks of equal irritation appears.

"Yes?"

"Mind if I sit here?" Ron said quietly. "All other places are filled."

"Go ahead."

Neville scooting over, the red headed boy sits down and looks up at the black haired boy as he struggles to say the words. Especially as two taller identical red heads show up seconds later...

"Um Harry right?"

"Yeah"

"I'm...uh..."

A not so gentle smack upon his arm, the boy glares at the two red heads for a moment, oblivious to the hidden giggles of the other three boys in the compartment.

"What I was trying to say... is that I am sorry that I offended you." The young boy said reluctantly.

"That's better." The twin on the right stated as the other got down on his hands and knees in front of Harry and Alex. All four of the younger boys confused and thrown for a loop by that move as the other joins him. Even Neville looked over at Ron, with a curious look as to why they were doing so. But all the youngest red head could do was shrug...

The Potter twins look at the Weaselys in confusion, as they bow before the boys in exaggerated poses.

"Tell us all wise and all powerful Potters."

"Who were those men with you?"

Puzzlement for a moment crossing their features as they look at the expressions of hopefulness on the Weasely twins features. "You mean..."

"Our dad?"

"and Uncles/Godfathers?" Harry and Alex ask as they switch and finish the others sentences. The Weasely twins nodding their head, it is Fred who speaks now with a almost anxious awe.

"Indeed my good fellow set of twins."

"You see."

"my brother George"

"and I, heard someone call I think it was your dad Prongs."

Looking baffled, Harry nods his head in understanding. "Yes, that's his nickname, from when he went to Hogwarts."

"And what about Padfoot, Moony, and Wormtail?" Asks an excited George as he and Fred all but bounce on their feet.

"Padfoot is my Godfather Sirius Black." Harry said with a proud smile.

"And Moony is my Godfather Remus Lupin." Alex responded equally. But then frowning, as he and Harry both speak in unison. "We don't like talking about Wormtail..."

Making notes to find out why the last remains unknown, the twins are still delighted at what they have just heard. Seconds later and for reasons neither Harry nor Alex can understand. The Potter twins are tackled and peppered with questions left and right. None of which have had anything to do with the issues of Alex's fame, but more with their father and his friends, from when they were in school.

All in all, as they spoke with the Weasely boys, including Ron, the trip went on in peace.