AN: Hello. I've just created this account and I thought it would be the perfect place to unleash my new fanfiction upon the Potter-sphere. This is my first fanfiction that I've taken seriously (that I haven't just written on a whim and never bothered to update. I love this idea.) I have had this idea for a year or so and thought that now is the time I should actually put together my ramblings into something accessible by the public. It is basically what would have happened if Voldemort had been found guilty for setting the Basilisk on Myrtle; henceforth sending him to Azakaban for life. Harry would lead a normal life with both parents, or as normal as your life can be when you're Harry James Potter that it. Enjoy, and read on...

Disclaimer: None of the characters, creatures, spells, places, you recognise belong to me. They all belong to Jo Rowling. If I was her; I wouldn't be writing this fan-fiction. I'd be working on my James Potter and the marauders saga. But, I unfortunately am not J K Rowling. But please read on despite this fact!

Harry Potter thought he was a perfectly ordinary boy, thank you very much. Well, as ordinary as a 10 year old (almost 11) wizard could be. He had a loving and caring set of parents, an amazing family, great friends and an owl called Mercury. Today was the day that he would receive his Hogwarts letter; he had been dreaming about this day his whole life. Ever since he could remember he had heard tales of his parents adventures at Hogwarts; finally it was his turn. The Muggle clock on his bedside showed the time 03:39. Both of his parents would still be in bed. His father had scheduled a day of work in honour of his eleventh birthday. The Potters were planning, along with Remus and Sirius, to go to Diagon Alley and purchase his Hogwarts supplies.

Harry clambered out of his bunk bed and tried not to fall out of it, he couldn't go to Hogwarts if he broke his neck. Well, he probably could take a healing potion. It wasn't, in Harry's opinion, worth the risk. The bed had been bought for him by his godfathers even though his mother was of the firm belief that her son would plummet to his death. James' opinion that his magic would be able to save his son, and begrudgingly placed a cushioning charm on the floor around the base of his bed.

Once he had made it down the stairs, he realised that the owl had not come while he was asleep; but would arrive when he was having breakfast, like it did for everyone else. Harry was so excited about going to Hogwarts. His father and, both of his godfathers wanted him to be in Gryffindor. Although his father had said that since Lily was so smart that he wouldn't be too upset if the sorting hat placed him in Ravenclaw.

What if he didn't receive his Hogwarts letter? Would he have to go to Hogwarts anyway? Would Dumbledore kick him out of the castle and force him to live life as a Muggle? Harry didn't think he would be able to do that. He had been around magic all of his life, it was a massive part of him and he didn't know what he would do if that was taken away from him.

Slowly, Harry opened his eyes. The August sun was streaming through the opened blinds and into the kitchen. His mother was standing at the stove, cooking pancakes. His father was sitting, with his feet propped up on the table, reading the Daily Prophet. Lily turned around to place a plate piled high of pancakes onto the table and noticed her husbands feet. She grabbed the tea towel and shooed his feet away with it. James merely laughed and turned a page of his newspaper.

Harry heard a scuffling at the window: an owl. he leapt up and ran to the window. He struggled to reach for the window. James, seeing that his son was far too short to reach the window catch, lazily flicked his wand. The catch sprang open and the owl flew into the room. The letter was dropped onto the kitchen table, right on top of the pile of pancakes Lily had spent cooking for her son's birthday breakfast. With trembling hands, Harry reached out and grabbed the letter. The envelope was sealed with the Hogwarts crest. On the front it said:

Mr Harry Potter,

Pevrell Place,

Godric's Hollow

Somerset,

Somersetshire,

England.

"Open it son, you've waited your whole life for this!" Both his parents smiled down at him as he, so very carefully, opened the envelope which was the start of the rest of his life.

I hope you like it so far. As I've been writing this I've realised how much will be different, not only for Harry. But for all of the characters in this. Please comment anything you want to say/ or what you think of this idea. My Easter holiday starts on Tuesday (25th) so I'll be updating regularly. Even if I'm not updating regularly; I'll either be writing this on Word or revising for my gcse's because...they are sort of important. Typical me to start a big fanfiction just as I'm going to revise for my exams...

Hope you enjoyed this.

Bye fellows witches and wizards.

Sophia x