My attempt of a Harry Potter fanfic. This idea has been swimming in my
mind for quite a while. We all know Hagrid pulls Harry out of the flames
after Voldemort attacks. But what if he had gotten there too late? What
if someone else pulls him from the wreckage? Someone who sets on using him
for their own schemes...
Disclaimer- I don't own Harry potter or any characters mentioned within SS/PS CoS PoA or GoF. I'm merely borrowing them for use in my personal plot. Keyword: borrowing. As in will return. Unless otherwise noted, all characters are copyrighted by JKR. I guess this could be considered AU.
Faith in a Boy
Chapter 3- Growing Up Differently
It wasn't long before even a blind person could see how much Lily Potter adored her newly adopted son. Harry cooed happily from the couch where she was bouncing him up and down on her knee. His ever messy hair flopped wildly and it she caught sight of the lightning bolt scar that adorned his forehead. Curious to what it was, she stopped bouncing him for a minute and lifted his hair completely out of the way.
"Oh my...where did you get this Harry?" she asked as she traced a finger softly against the jagged edges of his scar. She felt him shudder involuntarily and looked into his eyes. It had only been a few days since he had first come live there, but if there was one thing she knew about her new son, it was that he had amazing eyes. They reflected his emotions perfectly and hid nothing from someone who was curious. Sometimes, they would shine with happiness or darken in frustration, but at that moment, there was an unmistakable amount of pain in his emerald depths.
Lily found herself drowning in those eyes that showed tremendous pain. Pain that no one and a half year old boy should ever experience. In fact, she had never seen that look in even an adult. "I'm so sorry Harry." She tried to apologize and lightly kissed his scar. The toddler seemed to understand as he wrapped his little arms around her neck and tried to give her a hug.
Lily sat surprised for a second before hugging her son back. By the time she had first spent a few minutes with Harry, she knew he was special without a doubt. No other child's eyes would light up like his did when she talked to him. It was as if somehow he understood what she was saying. But that was impossible for someone his age wasn't it? Apparently not as Harry giggled at her confused expression. She looked at him with mock sternness and a grin threatening to escape.
"And what do you find so funny Harry?" she demanded playfully. His only reaction was to attempt to squirm out of her grasp. She relented and put him down on the floor. Harry immediately tried to get up and walk towards the window. After stumbling a few times, he quickly got the hang of walking. As Lily watched her son, she could have sworn that she saw a faint white glow surround Harry when he walked into the sunlight. It looked as if an angel's wings were wrapped around him and protecting him from harm. Lily rubbed her eyes imagining that she was seeing things, but the light wouldn't go away. Harry suddenly turned towards her looking almost majestic. His bright jade eyes reflected his mood perfectly.
The sudden ring of the doorbell jerked Lily out of her thoughts and she quickly went to answer it. Over the past several days, she noticed considerable change in her husband. James wasn't nearly as carefree and good humored as he once was. She attributed his behavior to his memory loss but couldn't explain why she would sometimes catch him glancing at Harry in apprehension or anxiety. On occasion, Harry would stare back at him as if they were having a conversation of sorts. She dismissed the foolish thought of telepathy from her mind and opened the door. A figure in white robes was standing on the other side.
"Good day ma'am. I'm Sirius Black. Have you seen this man?" Sirius asked while holding up a muggle picture of Peter. "He's Peter Pettigrew, a wanted fugitive and very dangerous." Lily studied the picture but shook her head. Peter had transfigured himself and she didn't recognize him in his original state.
"I see. Thank you for your time. If you happen to spot him, please call us at this number." Sirius said handing her a number to the Ministry's Department of Muggle Affairs. Lily nodded and was about to close the door when Sirius felt a flare of magic. "Is there someone else in the house at the moment?"
"Nobody else is home except my son." Lily answered shaking her head. Sirius nodded and left trying to dismiss the magic as just another muggle- born kid. However, something was bothering him. The amount of raw magic coming from that household was almost unparalleled. He wasn't into all the pureblooded nonsense that most wizards were into, but he wondered how so much magic could come from a muggle linage.
Lily closed the door when Sirius finally left. The man hadn't even said anything about what department of law enforcement he was from, and she was hesitant to tell him anything. Walking back into the living room, she spotted Harry lying amongst the pillows that were thrown around the room. He seemed perfectly content laying in the sunlight. A small smile adorned Lily's lips as she once again realized how cute her new son was. She took a nearby blanket and covered him while he lay with a content smile on his face. Taking one last look at her son, she retreated back to the kitchen to finish the work she started earlier.
***
The weeks flew by in the Potter household. Lily grew to love Harry more with each passing minute. Some days, she could have sworn that he was a godsend to her life. He seemed to know exactly what to do at exactly the right time. When she was exhausted and moody from a long day's work, he would climb onto her lap and snuggle up to her. She took one look at those calming emerald eyes of his and instantly felt all her aches and pains melt away. He would give her his disarming smile when she needed it most, and her heart would forget all the anxieties. She knew that she could not love him any more even if she was his biological mother. To her, he truly was a gift from the heavens that she would cherish and love.
Lily had heard all the horror stories about raising a child from her friends. They were adamant when telling their tales of no sleep and chronic headaches. Babies were supposedly the ultimate challenge for a parent. The responsibilities and frustration were astounding. These were usually the only thing a mother would talk about the few months after first assuming the role. Lily, however, experienced none of that. It was absolutely stunning to her friends when she told them the things that Harry would do to brighten up her life. She had no tales of temper tantrums or insomnia caused by a crying infant. Instead, she had only the bright side that every parent looked for in their child to tell about.
It was every parent's worst nightmare to bring their child into a public place and only have them draw unwanted attention by wailing and screaming. Lily had been hesitant to bring her son on their first shopping trip together, but that worry was disbanded almost as soon as they were out of the car. She was carrying him in one arm, and he would wave happily at the people they passed. They whispered about what a cute baby he was, and this brought a bright smile to his face.
The real challenge began as Lily stepped into the store. Children were notorious in demanding anything that appealed to them. Harry, however, was more interested in the people that walked around instead of the items on the shelf. Once in a while, he would tug her hair gently and point to a miscellaneous item that attracted his attention. With a small smile, he turned his head and looked up at her with a sparkle in his eyes that simply said 'please'. She smiled back and nodded. How could she say no to him when he looked at her like that? She laughed as she saw that they would have probably bought that anyway. She placed the desired item in the cart and moved on.
What happened a little later would be forever etched into the deepest part of her memories. As they were leaving the store, five people cloaked in black robes entered and blocked the only exit. Lily felt a shiver run down her spine as she watched them eye the surroundings and then separate to cover more ground. The one who was the supposed leader spoke in a raspy voice that made nearly everyone cringe.
"Ah yes...this will do nicely. A tribute to our Lord Voldemort wherever he may be." He looked around and his eyes landed on a nearby man who was trying to edge closer to the exit. "Foolish muggle. There is no escape! Crucio!" The man fell to the ground convulsing in pain and screaming in agony. All out mayhem broke out as panic seized the nearby pedestrians. Lily watched in horror as the cloaked figures shouted words she didn't understand and waved sticks at random people. The mixture of white and green light engulfed their intended victims. A majority of the people fell to the ground begging for the pain to stop. The others fell lifelessly and Lily could clearly see that they were dead. With a quick decision, she picked up Harry and ran for the exit. She was within reach of the door that led to freedom when a hand roughly grabbed her from behind.
"And where do you think you're going?" Lily turned around and shook in fear as she realized that it was the leader of the attackers who had stopped her. She couldn't make out the rest of his face, but his steel gray eyes bore into her and she found herself unable to move. "Such a pretty face." the cloaked figure sneered. "Pity that we have to kill you. But won't stop me from having a little fun..."
The figure traced a bony finger across her cheek and leaned in towards her. Lily stood paralyzed with fear. Her attacker had her arms pinned behind her and she couldn't move. Tears ran down her cheeks, as her assailant's lips were millimeters away from her own. She closed her eyes and waited for the violation, but it never came.
The cloaked figure jerked backwards unexpectedly as he was pelted in the head with a glass jar. "What the fuck!" He roared and turned just in time to be hit once more in the head.
Harry had watched the entire proceedings with growing alarm. His one and a half year old mind didn't fully comprehend the risks involved, but he knew he had to do something. An image suddenly appeared in his mind. A beautiful woman in her twenties with golden red hair and glowing emerald eyes stood in front of him. The lady gave him a loving smile and spoke directly to his mind so he could understand.
'Harry...' she whispered. 'You need to help your adopted mother. I have seen her heart, and she loves you almost as much as I do. Don't be afraid darling. Protect those that you love.' The lady leaned in and kissed his scar lightly. 'Remember, you will never be alone. I will always be watching over you. Until next time Harry...'
With a flash of golden light, the image disappeared from his mind. The warmth and love that came with the vision didn't disappear, however. It wrapped around Harry like a blanket, protecting him from the cruelty of the outside world. He was brought back to reality by vulgar screaming directed at him.
"You little bastard! You'll pay dearly for that!" The figure drew his wand and aimed it directly at Harry. "Crucio!" Lily was broken out of her trance when she heard what was screamed and a flash of white light. Her mind filled with images that contained countless others being hit with the same light and crying in agony. She immediately turned towards the intended target and her heart stopped. It was her son. "Harry!!"
The figure laughed maliciously when the curse hit Harry directly in the chest. "Yes! Feel the pain you impudent little-" he was quickly cut off as Harry picked up another jar and hurled it at the attacker's head. The figure was so stunned that he didn't think to duck. The pain of the object connecting with his forehead broke him out of his stupor. "Un-unbelievable!!" The figured took a few steps back before regaining his posture. "This child can withstand the Cruciatus Curse!!" There was absolute silence in the building. The other Death Eaters stopped torturing the muggles and turned their heads in disbelief to their leader.
"WHAT!"
"Avery! You had better be joking!"
"B-but it's true! This boy shrugged off the curse as if it were nothing! I can't even do th-" Avery was cut off once again when another object struck him in the head. He turned to see Harry glaring at him with bright fire lighting up his intense emerald eyes.
"Kill him! Kill him now! We can't let muggles who can withstand curses run amok!"
Avery nodded and smiled viciously. "Gladly! It's time for you to die little boy. Avada Kedavra!"
"No!!" Lily screamed as she recalled what those particular words do to the victims of that curse. Flashes of people falling to the ground lifeless entered her mind. Their eyes were empty and they looked as if they had their souls sucked out of them. Her son suffering from the same fate was almost too much to bear. The thought of his radiant eyes being drained of life left Lily hopelessly in despair.
"Please god no! Not Harry! Kill me instead!" she begged but to no avail. The curse was already cast and headed towards Harry who stared memorized at the incoming green light. A millisecond before impact, something startling happened. A golden white light surrounded Harry and wrapped around him as a protective shield. The killing curse collided with the barrier and the resulting flash forced everyone to look away. The flash faded in an instant, but the two colors did not. The protective shield was still around Harry, and the green light was now hurling towards the caster at unimaginable speeds.
Avery didn't even have a chance for a last thought as the killing curse engulfed him. The other Death Eaters were rooted to where they stood as they watched one of their comrades fall to his own curse. Avery fell to the ground, a lifeless empty shell.
The silence following what just happened was deafening. Nobody dared to move, as every pair of eyes moved from the lifeless body of Avery to the toddler who threw the killing curse right back at him. The white glow had faded, but Harry didn't look any less majestic as he glared at the rest of the Death Eaters.
"The ministry is coming!" one of them suddenly shouted. This broke the intense standoff and the four surviving Death Eaters apparated away. Harry slowly walked towards Lily and took her hand in his. He gave her a reassuring smile, and in an instant, they disappeared with a pop. The survivors of the attack stood dumbfounded at where a woman and her son were just standing before people in white robes rushed to the scene. Within minutes, nobody remembered anything of what had happened.
***
With a sudden jolt, Lily appeared in her living room. Harry was still holding her hand, and looked up at her. The events that had just transpired had seemed so surreal, and yet she knew it really had happened. The boy holding her hand was proof of it.
A moment later, the consequences of the past hour hit her full force. She had seen people tortured and killed. Her son was subjected to the same methodology, and she couldn't even began to think what she would be doing if she lost him. The emotional dam broke and she collapsed on the sofa sobbing hysterically. Harry climbed onto her lap and hugged her. She held onto him for every bit of emotional sanity that she could possibly receive. In the next hour, various thoughts raced through her mind, but one stood out clearly from the rest.
Her son was indeed godsend.
A/N: Hope you enjoyed this chapter as much as I enjoyed writing it. As you can see, Harry will most definitely turn out different than his Cannon counterpart. Harry should have been an extraordinary child, but this was only if he were cared for and loved. Unfortunately, the idiot relatives that Dumbledore put him with provided none of any kind. This is probably the sole reason that Harry is often portrayed as a miserable, weak, and guilt-ridden boy in other fics and the original HP books.
Disclaimer- I don't own Harry potter or any characters mentioned within SS/PS CoS PoA or GoF. I'm merely borrowing them for use in my personal plot. Keyword: borrowing. As in will return. Unless otherwise noted, all characters are copyrighted by JKR. I guess this could be considered AU.
Faith in a Boy
Chapter 3- Growing Up Differently
It wasn't long before even a blind person could see how much Lily Potter adored her newly adopted son. Harry cooed happily from the couch where she was bouncing him up and down on her knee. His ever messy hair flopped wildly and it she caught sight of the lightning bolt scar that adorned his forehead. Curious to what it was, she stopped bouncing him for a minute and lifted his hair completely out of the way.
"Oh my...where did you get this Harry?" she asked as she traced a finger softly against the jagged edges of his scar. She felt him shudder involuntarily and looked into his eyes. It had only been a few days since he had first come live there, but if there was one thing she knew about her new son, it was that he had amazing eyes. They reflected his emotions perfectly and hid nothing from someone who was curious. Sometimes, they would shine with happiness or darken in frustration, but at that moment, there was an unmistakable amount of pain in his emerald depths.
Lily found herself drowning in those eyes that showed tremendous pain. Pain that no one and a half year old boy should ever experience. In fact, she had never seen that look in even an adult. "I'm so sorry Harry." She tried to apologize and lightly kissed his scar. The toddler seemed to understand as he wrapped his little arms around her neck and tried to give her a hug.
Lily sat surprised for a second before hugging her son back. By the time she had first spent a few minutes with Harry, she knew he was special without a doubt. No other child's eyes would light up like his did when she talked to him. It was as if somehow he understood what she was saying. But that was impossible for someone his age wasn't it? Apparently not as Harry giggled at her confused expression. She looked at him with mock sternness and a grin threatening to escape.
"And what do you find so funny Harry?" she demanded playfully. His only reaction was to attempt to squirm out of her grasp. She relented and put him down on the floor. Harry immediately tried to get up and walk towards the window. After stumbling a few times, he quickly got the hang of walking. As Lily watched her son, she could have sworn that she saw a faint white glow surround Harry when he walked into the sunlight. It looked as if an angel's wings were wrapped around him and protecting him from harm. Lily rubbed her eyes imagining that she was seeing things, but the light wouldn't go away. Harry suddenly turned towards her looking almost majestic. His bright jade eyes reflected his mood perfectly.
The sudden ring of the doorbell jerked Lily out of her thoughts and she quickly went to answer it. Over the past several days, she noticed considerable change in her husband. James wasn't nearly as carefree and good humored as he once was. She attributed his behavior to his memory loss but couldn't explain why she would sometimes catch him glancing at Harry in apprehension or anxiety. On occasion, Harry would stare back at him as if they were having a conversation of sorts. She dismissed the foolish thought of telepathy from her mind and opened the door. A figure in white robes was standing on the other side.
"Good day ma'am. I'm Sirius Black. Have you seen this man?" Sirius asked while holding up a muggle picture of Peter. "He's Peter Pettigrew, a wanted fugitive and very dangerous." Lily studied the picture but shook her head. Peter had transfigured himself and she didn't recognize him in his original state.
"I see. Thank you for your time. If you happen to spot him, please call us at this number." Sirius said handing her a number to the Ministry's Department of Muggle Affairs. Lily nodded and was about to close the door when Sirius felt a flare of magic. "Is there someone else in the house at the moment?"
"Nobody else is home except my son." Lily answered shaking her head. Sirius nodded and left trying to dismiss the magic as just another muggle- born kid. However, something was bothering him. The amount of raw magic coming from that household was almost unparalleled. He wasn't into all the pureblooded nonsense that most wizards were into, but he wondered how so much magic could come from a muggle linage.
Lily closed the door when Sirius finally left. The man hadn't even said anything about what department of law enforcement he was from, and she was hesitant to tell him anything. Walking back into the living room, she spotted Harry lying amongst the pillows that were thrown around the room. He seemed perfectly content laying in the sunlight. A small smile adorned Lily's lips as she once again realized how cute her new son was. She took a nearby blanket and covered him while he lay with a content smile on his face. Taking one last look at her son, she retreated back to the kitchen to finish the work she started earlier.
***
The weeks flew by in the Potter household. Lily grew to love Harry more with each passing minute. Some days, she could have sworn that he was a godsend to her life. He seemed to know exactly what to do at exactly the right time. When she was exhausted and moody from a long day's work, he would climb onto her lap and snuggle up to her. She took one look at those calming emerald eyes of his and instantly felt all her aches and pains melt away. He would give her his disarming smile when she needed it most, and her heart would forget all the anxieties. She knew that she could not love him any more even if she was his biological mother. To her, he truly was a gift from the heavens that she would cherish and love.
Lily had heard all the horror stories about raising a child from her friends. They were adamant when telling their tales of no sleep and chronic headaches. Babies were supposedly the ultimate challenge for a parent. The responsibilities and frustration were astounding. These were usually the only thing a mother would talk about the few months after first assuming the role. Lily, however, experienced none of that. It was absolutely stunning to her friends when she told them the things that Harry would do to brighten up her life. She had no tales of temper tantrums or insomnia caused by a crying infant. Instead, she had only the bright side that every parent looked for in their child to tell about.
It was every parent's worst nightmare to bring their child into a public place and only have them draw unwanted attention by wailing and screaming. Lily had been hesitant to bring her son on their first shopping trip together, but that worry was disbanded almost as soon as they were out of the car. She was carrying him in one arm, and he would wave happily at the people they passed. They whispered about what a cute baby he was, and this brought a bright smile to his face.
The real challenge began as Lily stepped into the store. Children were notorious in demanding anything that appealed to them. Harry, however, was more interested in the people that walked around instead of the items on the shelf. Once in a while, he would tug her hair gently and point to a miscellaneous item that attracted his attention. With a small smile, he turned his head and looked up at her with a sparkle in his eyes that simply said 'please'. She smiled back and nodded. How could she say no to him when he looked at her like that? She laughed as she saw that they would have probably bought that anyway. She placed the desired item in the cart and moved on.
What happened a little later would be forever etched into the deepest part of her memories. As they were leaving the store, five people cloaked in black robes entered and blocked the only exit. Lily felt a shiver run down her spine as she watched them eye the surroundings and then separate to cover more ground. The one who was the supposed leader spoke in a raspy voice that made nearly everyone cringe.
"Ah yes...this will do nicely. A tribute to our Lord Voldemort wherever he may be." He looked around and his eyes landed on a nearby man who was trying to edge closer to the exit. "Foolish muggle. There is no escape! Crucio!" The man fell to the ground convulsing in pain and screaming in agony. All out mayhem broke out as panic seized the nearby pedestrians. Lily watched in horror as the cloaked figures shouted words she didn't understand and waved sticks at random people. The mixture of white and green light engulfed their intended victims. A majority of the people fell to the ground begging for the pain to stop. The others fell lifelessly and Lily could clearly see that they were dead. With a quick decision, she picked up Harry and ran for the exit. She was within reach of the door that led to freedom when a hand roughly grabbed her from behind.
"And where do you think you're going?" Lily turned around and shook in fear as she realized that it was the leader of the attackers who had stopped her. She couldn't make out the rest of his face, but his steel gray eyes bore into her and she found herself unable to move. "Such a pretty face." the cloaked figure sneered. "Pity that we have to kill you. But won't stop me from having a little fun..."
The figure traced a bony finger across her cheek and leaned in towards her. Lily stood paralyzed with fear. Her attacker had her arms pinned behind her and she couldn't move. Tears ran down her cheeks, as her assailant's lips were millimeters away from her own. She closed her eyes and waited for the violation, but it never came.
The cloaked figure jerked backwards unexpectedly as he was pelted in the head with a glass jar. "What the fuck!" He roared and turned just in time to be hit once more in the head.
Harry had watched the entire proceedings with growing alarm. His one and a half year old mind didn't fully comprehend the risks involved, but he knew he had to do something. An image suddenly appeared in his mind. A beautiful woman in her twenties with golden red hair and glowing emerald eyes stood in front of him. The lady gave him a loving smile and spoke directly to his mind so he could understand.
'Harry...' she whispered. 'You need to help your adopted mother. I have seen her heart, and she loves you almost as much as I do. Don't be afraid darling. Protect those that you love.' The lady leaned in and kissed his scar lightly. 'Remember, you will never be alone. I will always be watching over you. Until next time Harry...'
With a flash of golden light, the image disappeared from his mind. The warmth and love that came with the vision didn't disappear, however. It wrapped around Harry like a blanket, protecting him from the cruelty of the outside world. He was brought back to reality by vulgar screaming directed at him.
"You little bastard! You'll pay dearly for that!" The figure drew his wand and aimed it directly at Harry. "Crucio!" Lily was broken out of her trance when she heard what was screamed and a flash of white light. Her mind filled with images that contained countless others being hit with the same light and crying in agony. She immediately turned towards the intended target and her heart stopped. It was her son. "Harry!!"
The figure laughed maliciously when the curse hit Harry directly in the chest. "Yes! Feel the pain you impudent little-" he was quickly cut off as Harry picked up another jar and hurled it at the attacker's head. The figure was so stunned that he didn't think to duck. The pain of the object connecting with his forehead broke him out of his stupor. "Un-unbelievable!!" The figured took a few steps back before regaining his posture. "This child can withstand the Cruciatus Curse!!" There was absolute silence in the building. The other Death Eaters stopped torturing the muggles and turned their heads in disbelief to their leader.
"WHAT!"
"Avery! You had better be joking!"
"B-but it's true! This boy shrugged off the curse as if it were nothing! I can't even do th-" Avery was cut off once again when another object struck him in the head. He turned to see Harry glaring at him with bright fire lighting up his intense emerald eyes.
"Kill him! Kill him now! We can't let muggles who can withstand curses run amok!"
Avery nodded and smiled viciously. "Gladly! It's time for you to die little boy. Avada Kedavra!"
"No!!" Lily screamed as she recalled what those particular words do to the victims of that curse. Flashes of people falling to the ground lifeless entered her mind. Their eyes were empty and they looked as if they had their souls sucked out of them. Her son suffering from the same fate was almost too much to bear. The thought of his radiant eyes being drained of life left Lily hopelessly in despair.
"Please god no! Not Harry! Kill me instead!" she begged but to no avail. The curse was already cast and headed towards Harry who stared memorized at the incoming green light. A millisecond before impact, something startling happened. A golden white light surrounded Harry and wrapped around him as a protective shield. The killing curse collided with the barrier and the resulting flash forced everyone to look away. The flash faded in an instant, but the two colors did not. The protective shield was still around Harry, and the green light was now hurling towards the caster at unimaginable speeds.
Avery didn't even have a chance for a last thought as the killing curse engulfed him. The other Death Eaters were rooted to where they stood as they watched one of their comrades fall to his own curse. Avery fell to the ground, a lifeless empty shell.
The silence following what just happened was deafening. Nobody dared to move, as every pair of eyes moved from the lifeless body of Avery to the toddler who threw the killing curse right back at him. The white glow had faded, but Harry didn't look any less majestic as he glared at the rest of the Death Eaters.
"The ministry is coming!" one of them suddenly shouted. This broke the intense standoff and the four surviving Death Eaters apparated away. Harry slowly walked towards Lily and took her hand in his. He gave her a reassuring smile, and in an instant, they disappeared with a pop. The survivors of the attack stood dumbfounded at where a woman and her son were just standing before people in white robes rushed to the scene. Within minutes, nobody remembered anything of what had happened.
***
With a sudden jolt, Lily appeared in her living room. Harry was still holding her hand, and looked up at her. The events that had just transpired had seemed so surreal, and yet she knew it really had happened. The boy holding her hand was proof of it.
A moment later, the consequences of the past hour hit her full force. She had seen people tortured and killed. Her son was subjected to the same methodology, and she couldn't even began to think what she would be doing if she lost him. The emotional dam broke and she collapsed on the sofa sobbing hysterically. Harry climbed onto her lap and hugged her. She held onto him for every bit of emotional sanity that she could possibly receive. In the next hour, various thoughts raced through her mind, but one stood out clearly from the rest.
Her son was indeed godsend.
A/N: Hope you enjoyed this chapter as much as I enjoyed writing it. As you can see, Harry will most definitely turn out different than his Cannon counterpart. Harry should have been an extraordinary child, but this was only if he were cared for and loved. Unfortunately, the idiot relatives that Dumbledore put him with provided none of any kind. This is probably the sole reason that Harry is often portrayed as a miserable, weak, and guilt-ridden boy in other fics and the original HP books.
