Disclaimer: Harry Potter is not mine. Do you really expect J.K Rowling to be on this site? Anyway this disclaimer will cover the whole story.

Summary: This is the first year of Harry, Hermiones and Ron's lives. Thanks to everyone that left their names, I'll include as most as possible. I may not be able to have you all friends with Hermione, as she was in great demand but I'll try and squeeze you all in. Also, I don't think you will all be able to be friends, maybe some that make fun of them. If this is ok with you, let me know.

Again, I'll say this. If you would like to be part of the story, leave your name in your review and I will include you as a friend of Harry, Hermione or Ron's, or a relation e.g. cousin. Let me know what you would like to be, too.

This chapter is in a different perspective again. I am just going to write in whatever way feels right for the chapter.

This story is written so that basically, if you have never read a Harry Potter book, you can read this and get an idea of the story and the beginning, and make it easier to comprehend the other Fanfiction stories on here.

Chapter 2

Harry

My first birthday. The first and last birthday I will ever spend with my parents. It was a fun day, spent down at the park. We fed the ducks and had a picnic. That year, my parents were killed. Up until I was 11 I had been under the impression that they had died in a car crash, but I then found out that they had been murdered by none other than lord Voldemort. Betrayed by one of their so-called 'friends', Peter Peddigrew. But my mother had saved me, begged that her life was taken over mine. But once she was killed, Voldemort still tried for me, and, amazingly enough, I survived. I drove Voldemort into hiding and all I emerged with was a single scar.

And that night I earnt my nickname: The boy who lived.

That night I was delivered to my aunt and uncles house, to live with them. They grudgingly took me in, intending to never tell me about my parents, or, in fact, my life before I showed up at their doorstep, wrapped into a neat little bundle in a basket.

Ron

For my first birthday my family and I had a barbecue. Being a baby I had no idea what was actually going on, but I enjoyed the presents and the attention. I got a jumper, as is the Weasley tradition, plus some baby-type toys. One of my few memories from that year is the fuss and celebrations when 'The boy who lived' defeated, or at least, drove back, Voldemort. The celebrations lasted all night, and was very noisy, so, I turned red and cried. As you do when you are a baby.

When I was 1 and 7 months, I said my first word, 'muggle'. Well, actually, it was more ike 'uggle' but everyone knows that translated it means muggle, so my parents were overjoyed.

Hermione

For my first birthday, I received a child's picture book (on the importance of brushing your teeth). At first I just looked at the pictures, but I actually managed to decipher them. By the time I was 1 and a half I could read some words. I could already say three words by that time, 'um' (mum) 'adda' (dad) and 'ook' (book). At 1 and three quarters, I was already putting words together, for example: 'Adda, ook now' (Dadda, book now).

A/N Good? Bad? I will probably start including those people in the next couple of chapters. I need reviews to continue! I probably won't continue until I get at least 5 reviews now. So review, review, review! Also read some of my other stories.

CandyCola