Author's note: Just a little bonus chapter about what another AU Harry may be experiencing after being displaced by his counterpart. We probably won't write any more about Harrykins, although we may do another bonus chapter or two about different Harrys or Sirius' if the muse strikes us. I also want to mention that we did not write this because we think that this formula is "bad" in any way. Poly and I have both read lots of great fics that use the "Harry's parents are alive, Neville is the boy-who-lived" formula. The joke is simply that there are so MANY of those fics, which isn't a bad thing, 'cause they're fun to read.

I've also noticed that most of these fics give Harry a sister named Rose. I suppose they're going for the flower theme, like Lily's parents. However, Harry is kind of a weird name. Harry. Not Harold. Sounds like hairy. Would they really have gone with something as normal as Rose if they had a daughter? Especially since Rowling showed a penchant for choosing eccentric and even (dare I say it) outright cruel names for her characters. Albus Severus Potter. Need I say more? I think they would have gone with something painful, like Gloxinia. It's flower. Look it up!

P.S. Chapter 2 is well on its way to being finished so you'll have something significantly longer and better to read soon.

Meanwhile, in another incredibly overdone AU . . .

Harrykins Potter Snape woke with a start, sunlight pouring into his room. Sunlight? That wasn't right. No sunlight filtered down to his room in the dungeons, and the Durselys had made sure he never got too close to the windows in case one of the neighbors noticed him. He sat up, taking in his surroundings. He was in a very comfortable bedroom, on the second story judging by the tree branches wafting cheerily in the breeze outside his window. Various articles of clothing were scattered across the floor, and the walls were decorated with several posters of Quidditch teams, music bands, and Gryffindor banners. All in all, it looked like the room of a perfectly normal teenage boy. Harry, however, was not a perfectly normal teenage boy, he already wanted his nursery... the thought of Mr Sparkles prancing along the padding of his crib brought an instantaneous feeling of homesickness. Harrykins loved his unicorns, it only made sense, after all he was a unicorn animagus.

There was a knock at the door and a female voice called, "Harry! Dad wants to know if you're ever getting up, 'cause I want lunch and Mum won't make it until she knows if you want some!"

This was about the point when Harrykins began to scream.

"Mum, Harry doesn't want lunch! Can you make me a grilled cheese?" the voice continued, oblivious to Harrykins growing sense of terror.

"Rose! Did you do something to your brother?!" demanded a male voice. Harry would have noticed a small scuffle and hushed argument outside his door, but he was too busy having a nervous breakdown, crying into his pillow. The door opened and Harry looked up just in time to meet the gaze of the spectacled man who entered the room. The man's eyes immediately lit with concern, "Harry, what happened? Are you alright?" He sounded bewildered.

Harrykins could only gape at the man standing before him. No. This couldn't be. This had to be some death eater trap, but wouldn't his dad have seen that coming? Why didn't he keep him safe? He could only cry harder, "W-who are you? You look like . . . NO! You're not my dad! I want my dad! Sevvy!" He began to wail.

He expected the man before him to lay it on thick, insisting he was James Potter and that he was Harry's real father. He also wouldn't have been surprised if the man dropped the act and began casting Crucios rapid-fire, demanding information on the Order. The man just wrinkled his nose and began rubbing his temples as though he could feel one hell of a migraine coming on. "Oh not another one . . . It's too early for this. And Sevvy?" Harrykins scrambled away from the man until his back was to the wall, still wailing for Snape for all his was worth. James rolled his eyes and let out a long-suffering sigh, "Stupefy," he stunned the boy tiredly, not even bothering to settle him into a more comfortable position as he flopped awkwardly onto his side, feet dangling off the bed.

"Lily! Floo Dumbledore; we've got another one!" James called down the stairs.

Lily popped her head out of the kitchen as James threw himself onto the couch, reaching for a bottle of firewhiskey. "Again?! Where is he?"

"Stunned him," said James simply, downing his firewhiskey in one gulp.

"Was he . . . was another of, you know, his?" Lily didn't seem to want to finish the thought.

"Tom Riddle's? No," a look of disgust came over James' face, "I think this one belongs to Severus."

Lily looked rather embarrassed. "Really? Did he attack you?"

"No, he was just... whiney... don't really think that does it justice though."

"It was another Boy-Who-Lived, wasn't it?" Asked Lily. "They're always so whiney, except that one Sirius fathered."

"Yeah, this one has the scar like Neville does. Oh, and the one with the backbone wasn't Sirius' biological son. There was some weird blood adoption thing going on there. Sirius' son was the one who tried to curse me, remember?"

"Oh, yeah."

"Lily?"

"Yes, James?"

"Don't take this the wrong way, hon, but I think you're kinda easy in every dimension but this one."

Lily blushed, "Oh, come on! My counter-parts aren't that bad! Most of them only got pregnant because they thought you were dead and found themselves being comforted by . . ."

"Hagrid?" James interjected innocently.

"OK, that one was really weird."