A.N. just for the reader's awareness, Harry's years appear unchanged up to book five with the exception that Sirius does not die.

Disclaimer: this is probably by now self explanatory there fore I will just say that I don't own Harry potter and I am not the glorious J.K. Rowling.

Chapter 4:

Half an hour later, the couple moved from their steps and trekked back across their street to what was left of their home.

They took one last look around for anything that could give them a sign of hope.

The only thing that they could find was a small picture of Harry, which used to hang on their aluminum fridge, laughing happily for all to see.

James picked up the picture, careful not to break it, and placed it safely in his robe pocket, where it was it laid next to his wand.

What was left of the Potters, or so they thought, took one last look at their home. The home where Harry had grown up, the home where they had fallen into the roles of parents, the home that had been destroyed along with Harry because of Peter and Voldemort. They then apparated away to a little town in Ireland, where they would continue to mourn and eventually move on...

Harry himself had just come to a new town as well. Harry had just left the Wizarding World, a supposed orphan of only one year old, which had temporarily defeated Voldemort, to be placed on the doorstep of his mother's sister's house with nothing but a letter explaining how his parents had supposedly died and how Harry needed to stay with them.

Harry would be discovered early the following morning when his aunt Petunia would come out to fetch the milk bottles.

Harry was asleep in his basket, unaware that half the world at the moment was mourning the death of the parents that he did not know, and celebrating the fact that he had "defeated" the darkest wizard to arise since Grindewald, of which he had no clue he had done.

/ 1997/

James Potter sat in his kitchen staring at his first born's, Harry, picture. Today was his sixteenth birthday. He had been "dead" for fifteen years, and not a day passed when he and his wife did not think about him.

Over the past fifteen years, they had both slowly come to terms with the death of their beloved son, and gradually moved on they had two more kids, Twins. Isabelle and Brandon, they were both a year younger than Harry.They loved their kids unconditionally, but they had always held a special place in their hearts for Harry. Not only was he their first born, but he was just such a bright and lovable kid, and the fact that he was no longer with them hurt like hell.

James and Lily had left the Wizarding World that day. They still used their wands, but preferred not to they usually did things the muggle way.

Isabelle had been uncovered as a witch when she accidentally dyed her fathers head green after a heated argument. It was then that Lily and James had to come clean with the fact that they were a witch and Wizard to their children. Their children in turn told them that they had suspected for quite a while now.

Brandon had also soon discovered that he was magical when he accidentally blew up the TV after they had canceled his program.

Lily and James did not want to go back to the Wizarding World, so instead they taught their children all they knew; which in turn was a lot.

Lily, who used to work alongside her husband as an Auror, had taken up a job at a local school teaching muggle English. All her students supposedly liked her and her teaching methods. They said that she was not at all like the drone they had had before her. Lily was happy about that.

James had taken up a job at local sports store where he had recently been appointed store manager. He was happy, but it was nothing like the thrill of being an Auror had given him.

Their children, of course knew of Harry, though they had never met him personally. They always walked past his picture when they entered the kitchen, where it hung on the aluminum fridge just like it used to.

James and Lily felt horrible about leaving the Wizarding World, but they could not face returning knowing what that world had caused them to lose. They hoped that Sirius and Remus understood.

James sighed as he remembered his little baby boy. Harry had always been a happy kid, always with a smile on his face, especially when his godfather Sirius made a fool of himself in the living room of their old house. He missed those times; in fact he missed his best friend almost as much as he missed his son.

James always wondered what would happen if he went and knocked on Sirius' or Remus' door, but then again why couldn't he; it would not do too much harm, would it?

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