Author's Note: Hey guys! Sorry that I haven't updated in a while, but the updates for this will be slow coming because I am concentrating on my crossover story! Thank you for all of the wonderful reviews!

Summary: Voldemort made a mistake and never attacked the Potter on Halloween night in 1981. As a result when Harry is three his mother gives birth to a baby boy on July 31, 1983. Seeing this child as the prophesied child, Dumbledore sends James, Lily, and baby Alexander into hiding. Not wanting Harry to be hurt, Lily reluctantly sends him to her sister; while staying there Harry is taken by Death Eaters as a bargaining chip for the Potters. During his stay with the Death Eaters Harry encounters a boy sealed in ice. Upon his return to his family, Harry notices that no one seems to be paying attention to him any more, no one save for a strange voice in the young Potter's head.........

Warnings: Child Abuse, Near Rape (but no rape), Child Neglect, Morbid Thoughts, Mature Themes, Language, Implied Sex (not until much later), Blood and Gore, Slash/Yoai/ Male and Male Relationships, Het/Heterosexual/ Male and Female Relationship, MPREG/Male Pregnancy, Character Death, Alternate Universe

Pairings: Harry Potter/ Draco Malfoy, Sirius Black/ Remus Lupin, Lily Evans/James Potter, others to come

Spoilers: None

Disclaimers: I don't own Harry Potter and company. I am not making money off of this story; this is for pure enjoyment and experience. The plot however, does belong to me, and as such I ask that if anyone uses this plot to please give me credit. Any and all characters that are of my creation are mine; if one wants to use them please give me credit. I don't own the song Paradise either.

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Spell and/ or Flashback

"Speaking"

Parseltounge


Last Time:

He had brought his mother back, why would she be screaming? Did she want to leave? The emerald eyed child hoped this was not the case. His mother was precious to him, and he was certain that she would precious to the new baby. Tears once again flowed down the boy's face, turning a red-orange color as they mixed with the blood that tainted the innocent face.

"My baby! Where is my baby!?" A melodious voice screeched out.

His mother wanted her baby? Harry's mother had been calling him baby for all of his short life, that he had gotten himself confused with his baby brother.

As Harry began to move toward the wailing woman, the grand door to the room was shot open. Harry's father and two uncles came forth from the door.

Breathing hard, and going unnoticed, Harry hid in the shadows of a far corner in the golden room. His family was scaring him. He had brought back his mother, but they seemed to be forgetting him. His mother had reached out to her husband to take the small bundle in his arms. She was shaking as much as her husband.

She was speaking about how she had seen her new baby boy, with his red hair and golden eyes, calling to her to come back. Lily's new son had told her that he wasn't ready to part with her yet, and not being able to deny her son, the mother of two came back.

Wide, gem like eyes watched as tears of happiness were cried. His uncles and parents hugged each other. Speaking about in hushed voices (as not to wake the sleeping Alexander) about the miracle that the boy was. They spoke about how it was he, baby Alexander who had brought Lily back.

Emerald cried clear tears as they watched from the shadows as the happiness unfold.

That's how it would be for many years to come.

Harry Potter would be showered in shadows, while his family bathed in the light.

Continuation:


It had only been a few weeks, less than three, since baby Alexander had been born. Since the moment that Lily had been brought back, Alexander (or Alex as he was nicknamed) hadn't left his mother's or father's side. He was a loud, happy child when he was awake. He was always gurgling and cooing. Alex's parents were always there to watch him interact with his new home.

Harry watched too.

The green eyed boy also never left the side of his parents or his younger brother, the traumatic of his mother's death and revivification had scarred him. In his young mind he relived every moment, every pain, and every hurt; it was because of this that he promised himself that, for the time being, he would protect his family, just to be sure that none of them were hurt or killed.

Young Harry Potter knew little love in the short time that had passed. One might call him selfish or spoiled, but the truth of the matter was this: Harry James Potter was only three years old, therefore (much like many three year olds) the young Potter was very dependent on his parent's love and attention. Call him selfish, call him spoiled if you wish, but this was the truth. It was here though, that young Harry was different from many other toddlers his age. Were as any other child would fight for the attention of their parents, Harry would not.

Now, Harry was not a passive child. Yes he was quiet, but, whenever he was around family or friends, he was talkative and fun loving. Harry did not give up what he believed to be his easily. His parents and his brother were his. That is the way that Harry saw it.

However, the young green eyed boy showed wisdom far beyond his age in this moment. For you see, young Harry knew that his younger brother, Alex, was going to need a lot of attention and a lot of love. Harry also knew that he himself had almost robbed the younger boy of part of this love. The oldest Potter boy knew that, when he had been born, he had caused his mother's body harm. It was because of this harm that his mother had died during her second child birth.

And, thus so, Harry Potter accepted his roll in the shadow of his family. In the farthest reaches of the young boy's mind, a wistful call for the light that his family shared rung.

It would be ignored by everyone, even by Harry himself.

It would be crushed.

It would be burned.

It would be destroyed.

For you see, the life of Harry James Potter was never meant to be a happy one.


It was dark when the very old man had walked through his parent's door. Harry's father and mother were sitting on the, now cleaned, bed. Alex was cradled against his mother's bosom. Every now and then James would stroke his wife's and youngest son's head. His hand still shook slightly from his scare.

The young emerald eyed boy had been sitting in a chair just off to the side of his parents. He smiled at the old man as he walked past him and toward his parents. Harry watched as the man seemed to glide over the ground, the small boy could see the tremendous power that the old wizard held. His body was old and had a fragile look to it, but his light blue eyes twinkled with unparalleled youth. Harry wanted to trust this man.

'No don't; don't trust the ancient one just yet young one. Never trust so easily. 'Harry could a small voice cry out. It startled him slightly and he jumped.

The new visitor, however, was to busy holding up and examining the newest Potter to notice. Wide emerald eyes glanced around the room rapidly.

'Where are you?' Harry whispered, for some reason he knew that if he was heard talking to this new voice then something bad would happen.

'I am here young one. I am close, but you can't see me. It won't be safe for us to see each other, at least not until the ancient one leaves.' The voice replied back, in the back of his mind Harry wondered why no one else heard it.

'When will I see you?' The very thought of having a friend with him now made Harry want to cry out in joy.

'Soon.' The smooth voice said. Harry didn't make any movement to acknowledge the answer, as the old wizard had begun to speak.

"Yes, this is a very fine boy. He will grow up to do a many deal of great things." The old man, Dumbledore as his parents called him, gently placed the newborn in his mother's arms. "Lily, James, young Alexander may very well be the prophesied child. If he is, you must go into hiding, or I fear what Voldemort will do once he finds you."

Harry glanced at the old wizard. 'What does a moldy wart have to do with my parents hiding?'

"If you believe that it is best," Lily started, "then James, Alex, Harry, and I will do it."

Dumbledore spared a sad glance to Harry and his parents. "I am afraid that the eldest child won't be able to go with you."

Harry gasped aloud, 'Not go with them?! B-b-but, Mommy and Daddy are mine!'

"No!" Lily roared. "I won't leave any of my babies! I won't!"

As gently and quickly as she could, the red head placed her second born in his father's arms and gathered her first born in her arms. It was the first time Harry had any physical contact with his parents in weeks.

At first young Harry tensed, but the warmth and light that his mother was offering to him was much too tempting for him to stray away. He buried his head into the side of her neck. Oh, how he had missed his mother's warmth.

"Please Lily; I only want what is best for you and your family. Harry wouldn't be safe with you, Voldemort would take him. Harry will die if he stays with you." Dumbledore's words cut through Lily like a knife, but she still held strong.

"Harry is always safe with us. James and I will never let anything harm our babies." Harry could feel his mother's arms tighten around him, accepting him into the light and bringing him out of the shadows.

"Lily." James Potter said softly, cradling his youngest son. Lily turned her green gaze to her husband. "Lily, if Harry stays with us, he could die, and so could Alex. Lily if Alex dies, then Voldemort will win."

"James!" The woman cried out aghast.

"Lily! I don't want to leave Harry any more than you do! But you and I both know that if Harry comes, then he will die and in turn so could Alex! I don't want to loose any more of my family Lily! Not after I almost lost you!" James' chestnut eyes were burning with an intense fire.

Lily looked around her, at both Dumbledore and her husband, large tears gathered in her eyes. "I refuse to abandon my child."

With fury burning in her eyes, the Potter matriarch stormed out of their room and ran towards Harry's.


Remus Lupin and Sirius Black sat in their room. Both men had heard the argument that had taken place, and both men praised Lily for not giving into the other men's demand.

The werewolf sat with his resting against his knees, while his lover was pacing around the room.

"I can't believe them Remy! H-how could they even suggest it! To give up their child!" the dog Animagus raged.

Remus knew the rage that his mate was feeling. A pup was valuable, something to be protected and cherished. No werewolf (or any other dark creature) would dream of giving up their pup, even if it meant the death of one or both parents. It was the highest crime in the magical creatures' world, giving up a pup for no reason often warranted in a painful end.

Remus also knew that Sirius was pained because he (Remus) couldn't bare any pups. The ability had been stolen long ago when Dumbledore had been unable to stop Minister Fudge from taking the werewolf to the Ministry. It was there that Minister Officials had illegally forced a fatal poison down the werewolf's throat. Remus had survived, but it had cost him any chance at a pup.

To both men, Harry was like their pup, and they would rather die then see him hurt.

"I won't let them Remy! You've seen how they have been treating our little pup!" Sirius stopped his rant enough to listen to Remus as he rose from their bed.

"Yes I have." Remus started, his voice was shaking. "I have seen as they ignored our pup in favor of their new born, and I have seen the tears that Harry has cried each night. I hate them for it, and I doubt that I will ever forgive them."

"Then we have to do something Remy!"

"BUT WE CAN'T!" The werewolf cried. Sirius remained silent. "It hurt more than any curse or hex, but you and I both know that Harry Potter is not our pup by blood. We can't do anything to spare him from his parents' neglects; we can't even take him away from them. We would all be hunted down and then we would be separated. Harry will be taken away, a-and w-we'll never see him again." A retched sob ripped forth from his very soul.

Sirius gathered his fallen lover in his arms. He knew the truth in the words that his Remy had spoken, but he also knew the truth in his own words. "There is something we can do my mate." He buried his head in his lover's golden hair. "We will give our pup the love that his parents can't- won't – give him. Don't you understand, my love, Harry is our pup, he might not be in blood, but he is in here." He placed a hand to Remus' heart. "And that is the only place that it needs to be real to be true."

Remus was able to break his sobs enough to crack a smile. "You know," He half sobbed, half laughed, "that was probably the most corny and romantic thing you have ever said to me, and that includes what you said our first night together."

Sirius laughed out loud. "Yes I remember. I said, 'my dear wolf, you may have had no other siblings and over protected family, but I have an older brother and cousins.'"

Remus chuckled, and then he sobered. "Siri, that horrible feeling still hadn't gone away. I fear for our pup. Something bad is going to happen and our Harry in going to be in the heart of it."

The ebony haired man just pulled his werewolf tighter to his chest. "Everything will be alright Remy, you'll see." Sirius gave his lover a small kiss on his head.

"I pray that you are right Sirius. With all my heart, I hope to the gods that you are right."


Harry watched in silence as his father, brother, and the unknown wizard disappeared from his view. Wide emerald eyes shown with confusion. His mother was crying and running away from his father and brother, and Harry knew that they had been talking about him. He just didn't know what they wanted to do with him.

Lily Potter forcefully opened her son's bedroom door; she then she shut the door with equal force. She ran to her son's small bed and sat on it, holding her son close to her heart. Crystal clear tears streamed down the woman's face.

"Why?" She whispered. "Why should I give up my child?"

Harry didn't answer, he didn't know how.

"Why should you have to suffer? Why should you be taken away for something that you have no control over?" Her frantic whispers grew harsh. "Why would Dumbledore think me a fool? I know where he wants to send you my baby, and you would be in more danger there then you would ever be here."

The mother's hold on her child grew tighter.

"Listen to me my son, and listen well. As long as I love you, I swear that I won't let them take you away from me. I promise you. I promise!" Lily's pale hands began to stroke young Harry's wild hair.

"Love is like a light, Harry. It never goes out." The whisper of his mother's voice was pleasant for the young boy to hear.

Yet he knew the truth.

Love may be a light, but some creatures were never meant to stand in the light…


James sat in his room with Dumbledore. They had both spoken, and they both knew that if Harry was to stay with them, then they risked loosing one or both of their sons.

Something had to be done.

To protect his sons James would do anything.

Even if it meant abandoning his first born, and tricking his wife.

Now, one must understand, James Potter didn't want to give up his first born. Oh no, he loved his young Harry with all of his heart. He would die for his son in an instant if it meant that he would be safe. Harry was his first born, and he would always hold a certain place in his father's heart.

The very thought of giving up Harry torn James' heart in two.

Yet, James Potter also knew that certain things had to be done in order to keep both of his sons alive.

Alex would stay with Lily and James, and they would go into hiding, with Voldemort chasing them every step of the way.

Harry would go to Lily's sister, Petunia, and there he would be looked after and protected by his aunt's blood. Harry would never have to worry about the dark lord or his evil minions.

But, if Harry was taken with them, if Harry went into hiding with his mother and father; he would die. Harry would die and he could very well cause the death of his younger brother.

For you see, the spell that was going too placed on the Potters needed some one to hold onto the secret location, that some one would be Dumbledore. Dumbledore knew what it was like to have to go into hiding as a young child, and he knew how Harry would want to go out.

Dumbledore knew much about the Potter blood that flowed through the young boy's body. This blood was rebellious, headstrong, rash, and very, very cunning. The young boy would find a way out, and when –not if- the emerald eyed boy found his way out, the Death Eaters and Voldemort would be waiting.

Dumbledore also knew what it felt like to have no childhood, he had had his ripped away by a similar prophesy that now held onto the youngest Potter heir. The old wizard didn't wish to steal Harry of his childhood.

Harry could have that childhood with the Dursleys. He could be happy.

It was on this logic that Albus Dumbledore and James Potter were going to convince Lily Potter to give up her eldest son.

'They are making a grave mistake, I only hope that young one is able to survive.' A soft voice hissed, though no one could hear it.


Many hours later found the young Lily Potter watching her first born child sleep. Her dark green eyes watched as his small chest rose and fell with every breath. The very breath that she had given to him the moment he was born. (1) Harry's long, dark eye lashes barely touched his plumb, cherub like cheeks.

'He looks so innocent.' Lily thought as she continued to gaze. 'How can I possibly give him up?'

Her son's face was peaceful and happy; it was at this time that Lily had just begun to realize that it had been a while since she had watched her son sleep. It was something that her husband and she use to do all the time. They would watch with wonder at the young life that they had helped create, and every time that they watched, their breath was stolen away.

Here was a child, who looked so much like his father but had his mother's eyes. A pure innocence shined in his eyes every time he graced some one with a look. His lips were always pulled into a smile, and though he still young, he would cry for those that could not cry for themselves. Here was a child who could light a grey day when he smiled, but loved it when it rained.

Harry Potter had the potential to do great things, and deep down Lily knew this in her heart.

Yet, in a horrible mistake that would soon come to pass, Lily Evans-Potter would forsake her heart for one moment in time, and within that moment, the light would cast into the shadows, never to belong and never to be able to leave.

There was a soft knock on the door; with barely a whisper the young woman spelled the door open. Her husband and her mentor walked into the room, with them they had a lit candle that gave the dark room a little light. Lily remained silent, her attention was still attuned to her son. Both men stopped a small way away from the woman.

"Lily-" James was cut off by his wife.

"Look my love." His wife spoke softly. "Look at our child, look at him sleep."

James was startled by the request, but complied anyway. "Yes." He said a moment later. "Our son is beautiful, and he looks happy, but Lily he is not our only son, not any more."

Lily nodded, barely. "I know that James, but when was the last time that we watched our son sleep? When will we be able to see him sleep again? Tomorrow, the night after? Maybe in a week or the next? Or even in a year or a decade? I like to watch our son sleep my love. I love how happy he looks."

A strong hand was placed on his wife's shoulder. "That is why we must give Harry up, my flower. You watch him as he sleeps now, but think about the future. Think about how well our oldest son will sleep as we run from the enemy, think about how out son will sleep while he asks us why he can't go out and play or make friends. Can you really take away this chance he has at a normal childhood?"

For the first time since Dumbledore and James had entered the room, Lily turned her sad eyes to them.

Large, forest green eyes were filled with tears, some of which had escaped and were now flowing freely down a pale face. Full pink lips were pulled into a sorrow filled frown, trying to keep from sobbing. Fiery red hair was pulled from its once neat braid, random frizzes appeared every where.

"O-our son." Lily almost sobbed out. "Our s-son must leave us. He c-can't be with us, h-he c-c-can't be w-with me." Sobbing harshly, Lily pushed herself into her husband's chest.

James held on tight to his wife, but his gaze was on his first born. Harry had a right to be happy, he had a right to have a childhood.

James and Lily were only doing what was best for their son who was currently sleeping in their room and their son who was currently sleeping in front of them.

However, some the worst things in history had the best of intentions behind them.


Harry had woken up in the late morning hours, alone. The sun shown through his large window, the light spilling across some of his toys. Small hands rubbed fiercely at wide, emerald eyes, demanding the sleep to leave them.

The young boy squinted, his eyes were not yet accustomed to the light, was he still in his room? Where was his mother? Where was his father?

For once, in a long while, Harry chose to ignore his racing mind. For some reason he wanted to enjoy his time that he had with his toys.

Pulling the warm covers from his stilled clothed boy, Harry slid off of his bed and onto the floor. Grabbing a small puzzle, the young wizard began to put it together. The puzzle was of a tiny 3-D pyramid, it only had a few pieces to it, but it was still advance for the toddler.

For what seemed like hours, young Harry worked on the puzzle. Its creamy white pieces were handled with much care as the young boy tried to fit the pieces into the right spots.

As Harry Potter worked on the puzzle, he began to sing a small tune that he had heard his mother's rade-dee-oh play.

As the beautiful boy sang the tune, he could hear a soft feminine singing the words to him.

'Once upon a year gone by,

She saw give in

Every time she closed her eyes

She saw what could have been

Well nothing hurts and nothing bleeds

With covers tucked in tight,

Funny how when the bottom drops

She forgets to fight…'

Harry continued to sing the tune, not knowing what the words really meant, but he didn't need to know.

He was happy.

His mother would never leave him, for she would never stop loving him.

'And it's one more day in Paradise,

Once warm day in Paradise,'

Another piece went into its slot. The puzzle was nearly finished, and when it was, young Harry was going to give it to his mother.

To show that he would never stop loving her either.

'As darkness slowly steals the light

That shined within her eyes,

She slowly swallows all her fears,

As she sooths her mind with lies,'

Harry smiled as the tune was heading toward his favorite part.

He thought that the girl's light must have been beautiful, just like his mother.

'Well all she wants and all she needs

Are reasons to survive

A day in which the sun will take

Her artificial light

Her light'

Harry giggled happily as his puzzle neared completion.

Soon he would give it to his mother and let her and his father know that he would never stop loving them, just as they would never stop loving him.

'And it's once more day in Paradise

One more day in Paradise

It's one more day in Paradise

One last chance to feel alright,

Alright.'

Wide, innocent green eyes laughed with merriment.

'What is paradise like? I bet mommy, daddy, and Alex are there!'

'Don't pretend to hold it in just

Let it out

Don't pretend to hold it in just

Push it out

Don't you try to hold it in,

Just let it out

Don't you try to hold it in,

Hold it in,'

Why would Harry want to hold anything in? He loved his parents and they loved him.

They promised that they would never leave as long as they loved him.

Just as Harry placed the last of the creamy, white puzzle pieces into its correct spot the door to his room opened.

'One more day in Paradise

One more day in Paradise

Its one more day in Paradise

One last chance to feel alright.

"Mommy! Daddy!" In the years to come Harry would remember how happy his voice had been, and he would remember the promises of joy that it held.

Promises are meant to be broken.

In his mother's hand was a plain brown suit case, filled with his clothes. The young emerald eyed wizard watched in horror as his parents said that he was going to go and live with his aunt, uncle, and cousin for a while.

The old man that had been in his parents' room earlier gently, yet firmly, took Harry's small hand into his own withered one.

"Come along now young Harry, we must leave quickly." Came the gentle voice of the old man.

This voice wasn't as soft as the one singing a song that only Harry could hear as he was taken away from his family.

'Once upon a year gone by

She saw herself give in

Every time she closed her eyes

She saw what could have been.'

'Mommy and Daddy don't love me?'


Author's Note: Well that is the end of that chapter. Please review!

Review Response:

Reviewer

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Chapter

Type

incybincer

2005-01-17

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omg that i SO sad! please please PLEASE write more! i must know what happens!

- I think that the ending to this one is going to give you more of a reason to make you think that this is going to get sad. . -

HarrySlytherinson

2005-01-13

1

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this is amazing please i just gotta read more!! Please update soon!

-EEEEKKK!! Thank you! I hope that this one was just as amazing as the first!

Moonjava

2005-01-10

1

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Really nice I like this.

-You do?! Thank you!

lita-2003

2004-12-21

1

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I love it so far! Please update soon!! I can't wait till the next chapter!

Lita

- I hope you loved this one too, please love it! /puppy dog eyes/

Rima

2004-12-07

1

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Aw...that's so sad! But it's really good so far-keep it up! Up-date soon -'

­-BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!

Anonymous

2004-12-02

1

Anonymous

That was an amazing story! Please update soon

-I hope that this was soon enough!

Brigitte

2004-11-20

1

Anonymous

I feel so bad for baby Harry! On a less emotiona note I can't wait for your new chapter.

­-Do you feel any worse for him now? If not just you wait. /evil laughter /

twodollartrick

2004-11-17

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Oh I hate stories when children see their parents die and don't understand fully at first (The Lion King - tearjerker!) Anyway, good job. Take care love jordan x

- I love the Lion King for just that reason! I have always loved angst with a happy ending!

nightwing

2004-11-15

1

Anonymous

Great beginning. I am looking forward to seeing where you take it.

­-Whoa, I seeing double. .

nightwing

2004-11-15

1

Anonymous

Great beginning. I am looking forward to seeing where you take it.

-I will be taking it all over the place, even I don't know what I am doing! O . o

bri

2004-11-12

1

Anonymous

Love it, can't wait for the next chapter

-I hope that this one was good too. .

Natalia )

2004-11-12

1

Anonymous

Hi!, I think this story is great, it´s interesting, well-written, and best of all, it´s original, I hope you keep on writing it and I´m looling forward to read the next chapter, good luck.
Natalia

-THANK YOU!! I can't tell you how happy I am!

sak

2004-11-12

1

Anonymous

Quite the power young Harry has. But the ignoring of Harry is painful to watch and it has only started. I anticipate an interesting story.

-Harry's pain had only started, but don't worry he will be getting something great later on!

kt

2004-11-12

1

Anonymous

this is a very original idea and it really grabbed my attention i hope you update soon

-Is this really original? Thank you so much! I love hearing that my work is original.

kyra

2004-11-11

1

Anonymous

that was very good keep up the good writing

­-I am glad that you liked it! I only hope that you liked this chapter too!

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Skittles the Sugar Fairy

2004-11-11

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OMG. that i so sad! Please get some up as soon as you can!

-I hope that this was soon enough! X D

Nauriell

2004-11-11

1

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How dare you not tell me you were writing another story. shakes fist

...and all the err's I found too! Like the first 2 times you meant to say 'pronglet' you said 'pornglet'...makes it sound dirty. dirty, dirty girl you are.

- Some one needs to shoot you Nau Nau!

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