Disclaimer: Not mine
A/N: This is a slight AU fic. The only thing different about it is Sirius didn't die in fifth year. The fight still happened, but Neville died instead. Also, I have my own sixth year events, because this is the summer after sixth year.
Prologue
A small boy sat up and looked through the bars that surrounded him. His messy black hair stood up in all directions as he blinked sleepily displaying his vivid green eyes, framed by thick black lashes. A woman walked over to the crib and lifted him out.
"Oooh, are you awake now? Come on baby, lets get you something to eat," she said spinning him around. "Do you want Cheerio's'?"
"Cheeri!" exclaimed the baby grabbing a lock of her flaming red hair.
The woman laughed and disentangled her hair from the baby's fist. "Now, now," she admonished, "don't pull mummy's hair."
"Mummy, Mummy!!"
The two continued down the stairs, and turned into the kitchen. The woman had just put the child into a highchair and turned around to get the Cheerio's when a man entered the kitchen.
"DADDY!!"
The woman turned around to see who had entered.
"No, sweetie, not daddy, Padfoot," sighed the redhead, tucking her hair behind her ear. "Padfoot."
"Daddy!" came a stubborn cry.
The man laughed, picked the child up and began tossing him into the air.
"How are things, Flower?"
"Just fine," snapped the redhead, rescuing her baby from his grasp. "Is there something you needed?"
"You mean I need a reason to see my favourite godson?" he demanded, faking a hurt look. She just glared.
The baby seemed to notice.
"Mummy! No be mad," he begged.
"Yeah, mummy! Don't be mad," said the man. "I just dropped by to tell you that Prongs isn't coming back tonight. He said it'll be at least a week."
"Oh," she sighed, her spirits sagging. The baby planted a kiss on her cheek in an attempt to cheer her up. She smiled briefly and went back to getting the Cheerio's, her son in her arms this time.
The man looked around awkwardly.
"Uh…I'll be at Moony's if you need me." He barely waited for a nod and Disapparated out of the kitchen.
The woman sunk down into a chair. "Oh Bambi," she muttered. "No wonder you keep calling Padfoot Daddy. He's here more often than your father."
The baby, noticing her mood, stayed quiet.
"Oh, well. We have each other, don't we," she said, trying to be cheerful. It seemed the baby agreed with this because he clapped his hands and giggled.
"Oh, Harry," she whispered kissing the top of his head. "I'll always love you…"
A/N: Hello everyone! Umm…please be kind, this is my first fic. Please review. This WILL become longer, most likely just the summer, but may extend into 7th year. No, this is not a Baby!Harry fic, this is just the prologue. Next chapter he will be at the end of 6th year.