AN: New Poll Up. Also if you're wondering which OC he will be with it's the older sister.
'Well it seems that this timeline isn't all that different than my own,' thought Harry, while closing Modern Magical History.
When he first arrived the in the library, he had forgotten the entire reason he had been looking for it, getting lost in reading the titles of the different books.
There where entire bookcases dedicated to only a single subject, whether it be DADA, Charms, Transfiguration, whatever you could think of there were bookcases for it. There was even one full of books on Alchemy.
Seeing all this Harry couldn't help but make plans on which subjects he was going to tackle first. DADA had always been his forte, so he knew it would be one of the first he would look into, along with Arithmacy and Alchemy.
Ever since Hermione had told Harry that Arithmacy was the study of numbers, and that after learning enough, you could create your on spells, he had cursed himself for taking Divination, over such an interesting class.
"It must be brilliant making your own spells" Harry had told her after hearing what the class consisted of, but she had quickly killed his thoughts of coming up with flashy moves by telling him that to create new spells, he needed a permit from the Ministry of Magic, and that all created spell's had to be submitted and approved by them. Hearing this he thought that it wouldn't be worth making spells if they were only going to be taken away.
It wasn't until two years later that she had also given him the perfect loop hole to be able to create spells, and not have to give them to the Ministry. Where he was sure that people like Lucius Malfoy could pick though them for the best ones.
At the time she had been complaining about how unfair it was that pureblood families could do what others couldn't. When he asked 'what the man was doing to keep her down', she had snorted at his feeble attempt at a joke, and told him that, if someone was from a family of 'Ancient' or 'Noble' status, then any spell they created would be put in their Family Book of Spells. This could only be seen by one with ties to the family. Luckily for Harry his family was both, and he fully intended to use the rule to his benefit.
Alchemy was also a branch of magic that Harry wanted to explore. He had joined Hermione when she went searching for more on it during first year. But going to the library turned out to be a waste of time. They had asked Madam Prince where they could find books on the subject, but where disappointed when she had replied that books on Alchemy where very rare and that the only person that she knew of who had any was Dumbledore, and that they had better not waste his time trying to get books that they would never understand.
With thoughts about what all he planned to read before he went off to Hogwarts, he moved on to try and find out what all he could about this time.
As luck would have it, he only had to go down a few bookcases to find a section on history. Unluckily the section was packed full on books for history on anything you wanted, and even some that you didn't.
"I better get started," he sighed, as he began his search.
What he found out was that the time line was almost exactly like his, there only being a few differences.
First was that Neville was the Boy-Who-Lived. The Longbottoms had refused to go under the Fidelius, and in doing so, they were found by Voldemort on the same Halloween that Harry's original family had been. A big difference had been that Neville's parents had not been home like Harry's had. Augusta Longbottom had been watching little Nevillethat night, and when Voldemort came, she was killed right away. But the rest went the same as it had with Harry.
"Neville's going to be the one to face him this time, and I'll be right there helping him along the way," stated Harry, vowing to help him anyway he needed it.
The second big change was one Harry already knew about. His parents had two other children in this time line.
The little redhead's name was Ivy Potter, and she had just turned four a week ago on July 10th.
Thinking of how awful his old self was, he voiced despondently, "I'm willing to bet that I didn't get her anything either."
His other sister's name was Iris; her birthday was only twenty-nine days after his own. She was a year younger and would be attending Hogwarts next year.
"At least I have time to get her something," He said to himself. "Though anything I get her has a high chance of flying at my head."
With his stomach yelling at him, he decided it was time to try and find the kitchen. Hopefully he would get to see more of his family, and maybe, just maybe, they wouldn't try and take his head off his shoulders.
S2ndC
When he found the kitchen it appeared that no one else had came down to get breakfast yet. So, deciding to whip something up for himself, he started looking for what they had to eat.
Making his way over to the pantry, lost in thought about ways to get on his family's good side, he didn't hear the noises that were coming from the inside until he was just outside the door.
"Agh- Almost got it," came a small voice from inside the pantry.
Harry easing the door open, peaked inside to see who else was up.
Standing on her tiptoes was Ivy, her hair messy and only a night gown on, reaching for a box of cereal.
"Do you need any help," he asked with amusement in his voice from seeing her struggling to reach the cereal.
What he hadn't been expecting was to scare her.
S2ndC
Ivy knew better than to try and get things from high up without someone else's help, but she was really hungry, and her mommy and daddy were sleeping. Her big sister was mad about something and was saying the words that mommy said where bad, and there's no way she could ask her brother. He was way too scary, and Iris had told her to never be alone with him.
So Ivy deiced to get herself something to eat. After all she was a big girl like Iris, she could feed herself. Going to the pantry, she was going to get her favorite cereal, but when she found it, she saw that it was too high up for her to reach.
Standing there trying to find a way to her breakfast, time past until, "Maybe if I get a chair, I can get it then," she said. Proud of her idea, she set out to, to put plan under in motion.
Finally getting a chair in to the pantry she climbed on top and, making sure to get her balance, she reached for her desired cereal. Just as she was about to get it, she heard a voice from behind her.
Thinking that she was the only one up, she hadn't been expecting to hear anyone else, but when she did she lost her balance and slipped off the chair.
Feeling the air rush past her as gravity pulled her, she curled up in a ball waiting for the impact. But before she could hit she felt a pair of strong arms grab her, stopping her fall.
Not moving, still feeling sick from the almost fall, she rested her head against whoever it was that saved her. 'Next time I'm going to ask for help. I don't want to die over cereal.'
Taking a few breaths the feeling in her belly started to go away, she looked up thinking it was her daddy or one of her uncle's who had caught her, ready to say thank you, but who she saw instead made her feel sicker than the fall had.
Seeing it was Harry, she tried to get out of his arms, as she stuttered out an apology. "H-Harry, I'm sor-sorry, about getting close to you," her stutter increasing when he didn't put her down. "I-I was hungry, but no one was around, so I was going to make some cereal."
Harry seeing how frightened of him she was didn't put her down, afraid that she would run away before he could calm her down.
"Ivy you have nothing to be sorry about," he said in a calming voice. "I'm the one who should be sorry."
Harry was trying not to laugh at the look of pure shock on her face. "I should have let you know I was behind you. I almost got you hurt. Will you forgive me?"
Ivy was gaping like a fish, not only had her big brother said he was sorry, but he also said more than the word 'move' to her. On top of that he voice that had always sounded pretty to her seemed to sound even nicer than before.
"Hello lil Ivy," he asked, waving a hand back and forward in front of her face. "You still in there?"
Blushing like Weasley at being talked to affectionately by her older brother she responded, "I-Its fine, don't worry I shouldn't have been up there. Mommy and Daddy are going to be upset with me," as she said this she unconsciously buried her head in his chest.
Smiling at her cuteness, he walked out of the pantry with her still in his arms. "How about we keep this between you and me huh? That way nobody will get in trouble okay."
"Promise you won't tell mommy," She asked cutely, raising her head so that he could see her eyes, that wouldn't look out of place on a puppy at the moment.
"I promise," he told her, while he sat her down at the counter. "How about I make you some breakfast, and while I work you can tell me what you like to do for fun."
"I can't."
"Why not? I thought you were trying to get something to eat?"
"Iris said that I shouldn't take anything from you," she answered, not realizing that she had told on her sister. "She says that you would give me something to make me feel bad."
Hearing this Harry had to admit that he would have told her the same thing if it had been him trying to protect her. "Well, then how about you make it with me, that way you can see that it's ok to eat?"
Ivy seemed to take a minute to ponder over whether it was ok to help him, but in the end her stomach won out. "Okay!"
Thirty minutes later Harry and Ivy were sitting down to eat their breakfast, and Harry couldn't have been happier. At first she had been slow to talk to him, but by the time they had put their finished breakfast on the table, he could barely get a word in.
When they sat down she had stopped talking and he figured that she was just really hungry, and that after they finished she'd be back to her talkative self. That is until she asked her next question.
"Harry, why do you hate us," her voice so low that had he not been so focused on her he wouldn't have heard her.
Gritting his teeth at how anyone could hate their family let alone someone as cute and loving as lil Ivy. "I don't hate you, Ivy, "he said his anger barley slipping into his voice, not that she noticed, "I know in the past I was mean, and acted like I didn't like anybody, but now I want to play with you, Iris, Mommy, Daddy, and uncles Moony, and Padfoot." He hoped that by putting it as simply as playing, she would understand better.
"So does that mean you'll play with me now," she asked, her eyes lighting up at the thought of having someone else to play with.
"Yes I'm going to play with you from now on," he said as the fire place flashed green.
Out came Sirius, closely followed by Remus, dusting themselves off, they looked up to see Harry, sitting with Ivy by themselves.
Harry had to fight himself not to run up and give them a hug, but he figured that if he did, they may react worse than Iris did when he had said sorry.
Looking at them closer he could see panic in their eyes from him being alone with Ivy.
"Hello Remus, Sirius, how are you two today?"
For the third time that day Harry had rendered people speechless, simply by saying everyday things. 'How hard is it going to be to get through to them,' wondered Harry.
"Um good morning Harry how are you today," asked a shocked Lupin. Harry had never greeted him or Sirius before, and when he had spoken to them it was always said in a way to refer to them as dogs.
Harry was going to respond, but was cut off by Sirius briskly walking over to Ivy, picking her up. "How are you this morning red, staying out of trouble," he asked, as he discreetly pulled out his wand and cast a charm over what little food was left on her plate, making sure that there was nothing wrong with it.
Harry seeing this, didn't say anything about it but instead responded to Remus. "I'm fine Lupin, thank you for asking. Sirius how are you this morning?"
"I'm fine thank you," came his clipped replied. "It's rare to see you around the house, Harry, what brings you around today?"
Harry couldn't help but to chuckle at the fact that someone who didn't live here, was asking why he was in his own house. "I'll be going off to Hogwarts soon and I thought I better spend some time with my family before I leave. I'm hoping to spend some time with you two as well."
'What's he up to,' thought Sirius, as he placed Ivy back in front of her breakfast.
"I look forward to getting to know you better Harry, and there's no reason to call me Lupin. You may call me Remus or Moony, if you like."
Remus didn't know what was going on but everything about Harry had changed. The wolf in Remus had always told him that he should attack the youngest male Potter, that he was a threat to those he considered being his "pack", but now it was telling him not to cross him, that he was the alpha.
Harry had always had power rolling off him, that, to be put simply, reeked of darkness, but now his power was more than twice as strong as he had been just days ago. The thing that surprised him more than the change of attitude in his wolf or the power increase was that his power seemed to be gray.
One of the few benefits of being a werewolf was the ability to tell someone's alignment. Lily, James, and Sirius had always been strongly in the light, and when Peter's started to turn dark it had given Lupin the chance to inform the Order to it, resulting in them finding out that he had taken the dark mark.
So when he saw that Harry's was now a steel gray he was stumped. 'It's impossible to turn colors that fast, not to mention the sudden power boost. Spending time with him will give us a chance to see what's going on with him.'
"Okay Moony it is then, "said Harry, happy to see that another person was going to give him a chance, though with the way Sirius was acting toward him, showed he was going to have as much trouble out of him as he would Iris.
"Hey red why don't you go get Prongs and Lily for us? Tell them that Uncle Moony and Padfoot need to see them," Sirius told her, trying to get her out of the room.
"Kay" She ran off to go wake her parents.
When he was sure that she was gone he turned on Harry. "What are you doing?"
"Nothing, just trying to spend time with everyone," answered Harry. He was trying to stay relaxed but after dealing with as much as he had, it was hard sitting in front of Sirius when he seemed ready to attack him.
"Why?"
"Because like I said before, I'll be leaving soon, and I want to get to know everyone."
"But why? Why do you care now, when in the past you did care at all," he said in a voice that was boarding on accusation. "If you ask me, I think you're up to something."
Remus who had been quiet up to now, decided to speak up. "Harry you have to admit, that it's strange that after years of not wanting anything to do with us, out of the blue you suddenly want to get to know us better," he said as he placed a calming hand on Sirius's shoulder.
"I can't... explain why I feel this way all of a sudden," spoke Harry trying to come up with a way to get them to see how he felt. "I just know that if I don't get to know them now, I may never get the chance to."
His words seemed to get through to Lupin who smiled and nodded his head in understanding. Sirius on the other wasn't buying it.
Shaking off Remus's hand, Sirius walked up to him and grabbed Harry by the shirt lifting him out of his chair. "I don't know what's going on with you, but I don't believe in this sudden change of yours. You remind me to much of my cousin Bella," he spoke in a chilling voice. "I made the mistake of not stopping her before it was too late, but not this time. If you step out of line, I'll put you back in."
"Sirius, what are you doing to my son?"
All three of the kitchens occupants turned to see an enraged Lily Potter standing in the doorway, the wand in her hand shooting off emerald sparks.
"I... I was just talking to him," he said, as he stumbled over his words, trying to figure out a way to explain the scene she walked in on.
"And what was it that you had to say that required you to put your hands on him?"
"Lily I wasn-,"
"I don't care what you have to say for yourself Sirius. I won't have you in my home if you feel like you can threaten my children," each word spoken shaking in rage, her wand still shooting sparks.
"Look at you, you still haven't let go of my son."
Realizing that he was still holding his godson by the shirt he let him go as if burned, backing away from him quickly.
"What did he do that required you to grab him like that? And you Lupin why are you standing there doing nothing, while this was going on," she asked, looking back and forward between the two men who were her brothers in all but blood.
When they didn't say anything she turned to Harry to try and find out what was going on. As much as it hurt her to look in his eyes that always screamed his hate for her, maybe she could get some answers out of him.
Harry couldn't help but be impressed by the presences his mother commanded. The only way he could describe her was as a flame. A flame take could give life and take it.
When he looked into her eyes, a world of emotions flashed across them. But it was two particular emotions that hit him hardest: love and hurt.
He could tell that she wanted nothing more than to be a mother to him, but years of him being a monster had hurt her more than he would ever know. He would be damned before he let her go another minute of being hurt because of him.
Slowly walking forward, Harry wrapped his mother in a loving hug, and spoke in a gentle voice, "Mom its okay. It was just a misunderstanding. Sirius wasn't trying to hurt me." Hoping more than anything, that his words would sooth her.
Lily couldn't move, for the first time in years, her baby boy was letting her touch him. The last time she had held him, was when he was five and fell asleep on the couch. She had jumped at the chance to hold him. She had taken him to his room, held him for hours, and just ran her hands threw his beautiful hair. Even back then he had never liked anyone, and if you tried to touch him he would lash out. So what had happened to change him? What miracle had happened to give her this gift, to be able to hold him again?
She was brought out of her mussing as he started to let go. Before he could pull away, she latched on to him bawling. She didn't know if she would get another chance like this again, so she was going to make sure she made it last.
"I love you so much," she wept into his shoulder, forgetting the scene she had walked in on completely.
Tears running down his face, that were all happy, sad, and angry all at once, he wrapped his arms back around her, pouring all his love into the hug.
"I love you to Mom, and I promise to never let you forget it."
AN: SO? How was this chapter? As you can see (hopefully) there will be different reactions with different people. If you say that the reactions are unreal look at the like this.
Ivy is a small child, she can be swayed by the smallest of things. I dont really know how to put the realtionship between them. He scares her one minute, but you have a clue to her liking him when she thinks about his voice.
Sirius is very protective of those her cares about, since he's never really had a he's going to give Harry a hard time.
Lupin has his wolf telling him that Harrys changed and it's never failed him before, as seen with Peter.
Now Lily I know its weird that all it akes is a hug, but a mother and son bond is weird in of itself.
Also we haven't seen James reaction yet. I hopt this clears up any questions. Next chapter will have the final (I think) meeting with Kar.
Finally theres a poll on his animagus form on my profile, check it out and vote.
Tell me am I doing well writing? I've only been learning english recently. Is there anything I need to work on? I love you those who review comeback again soon.