Disclaimer: I only own Leanne Potter, everyone else belongs to JKR

Chapter 1:

Potter Estate:

"Daddy!" the obese red headed girl shrieked, causing the house elves to scatter throughout the manor. "Let's go!"

James Potter raced down the three flights of stairs separating his study from the main foyer. "Sorry Leanne. Just finishing some paper work." He explained to his impatient daughter. Looking out the window, he sighed. "Are you sure you want to go to Diagon Alley today? We'll have to go again next week to get your school supplies."

The young girl's glare was one that could have rivaled her mothers, though Lily would have never made such a face over not being permitted to by a broomstick; maybe if she were forced to get one, but never over something so silly. Not that James really cared; every expression on his little angel's chubby face reminded him of his late wife, who gave her life the night Leanne saved the wizarding world. Again, James found himself wondering if his son, Leanne's dead twin Harry, would have looked like him as Leanne looks like Lily.

"Daddy!" Leanne snapped. "You are not listening! This is important!"

The man shook his head before beaming down at his little princess. "Sorry love. What were you saying?"

The red head rolled her hazel eyes, the only feature she inherited from her father. "I said that the owner of the Quidditch shop himself sent an owl last night saying that the Nimbus 2000 I special ordered was in."

"Yes," James agreed, "but it is reserved, meaning it will still be there next week when we get your things for Hogwarts."

"But Daddy!" the girl whinned, tears welling in her eyes. "The broom comes out in two days for express orders, then next week for the 'general public'. Meaning if we pick it up next week I won't be the first to have it!"

James looked at his daughter sadly. There are days where he knows Lily would hate the way Leanne turned out. And though he agrees with Dumbledore that she deserves the best, there are times where James loathes the spoiled brat he had raised. Which then causes him to hate himself and to spoil Leanne even more, if only to delay his own guilt. The single father is positive that his 10 year old is at least unconsciously aware of this. James would rather think Leanne wants to feel loved by her father as opposed to being this upset about a broom that she technically owns but isn't holding at the moment.

Pushing his thoughts aside, James grinned at his daughter. "Alright, how about this. When we go to Diagon Alley to get your broom, we also get your robes, that we don't need the letter for."

Leanne beamed. It would be easy to convince her father to buy more than just those dumb robes. All she has to do is cry.

Number Four Privet Drive:

Harry had just finished mowing the lawn when his stomach growled loudly. Panicked, he looked around to be sure none of the Dursley's were around. It has been over a day since he last ate and Uncle Vernon's favorite form of torture was kicking the young boy in the stomach whenever he heard it growl, followed by telling the boy he had lost another meal.

The record for his little game has been one week, which occurred two months ago. Harry had been playing dodge ball in gym when he suddenly passed out. Thankfully, Dudley had hit him with a ball so the teacher simply assumed that Harry had been knocked unconscious. Dudley received a detention at school and Harry received a beating at home.

At least he got to eat.

Since then, the Dursley's have been careful to feed Harry every three or four days. Breakfast and dinner on the weekends and during the summer; lunch and dinner on school days. As there was only a small window of time where Harry was allowed to eat the scrapes he received for breakfast and Dudley usually took his lunch at school, Harry knew he could at least rely on some form of food a few nights every week. That, along with whatever Mrs. Figg gave him.

The first four or five years Mrs. Figg babysat Harry, she made his time extremely dull. Sitting on her scratchy couch, Harry was forced to look at pictures of all her dead cats and listen to fun little stories about each cat, while the three living cats watched him. However, when he was 6 years old and the Dursley's had used on of their bi-weekly excuses to dump Harry with the old woman, the child was introduced to Mrs. Figg's new kitten, Holly. As Mrs. Figg when on about how this was her first kitten on over 20 years and her first ever Siamese, Harry reached out to pet the kitten.

For some reason, Holly freaked out and clawed her way up the boy's arm. Now, unfortunately, Harry was used to pain at this point and did little more than wince. Despite this, Harry was furious. No matter how hard he tried, it seemed that everyone just hated him. I can't get back at the Dursley's, the little boy thought, but maybe I can get back at Holly.

To his horror, the second those thoughts crossed his mind, Holly suddenly turned bright green. Mrs. Figg gawked between the solid green kitten and the petrified child. Instead of shouting at Harry or hitting him, she burst out laughing. After giving the shell-shocked boy a thick slice of cake, she managed to get Harry's side of the story.

Beaming despite herself, Mrs. Figg explained that what had occurred was perfectly normal, for some people. After promising not to tell the Dursleys, Harry was told the most remarkable thing; that magic was real and that he was a wizard. Mrs. Figg told him everything she knew about Hogwarts and that when he was 11, he would get to go.

Since that day, Mrs. Figg's house became a safe haven for Harry, though he continued to act as if he hated going there so the Dursley's would continue to "force" him to go. Over the years, Arabella managed to obtain several books detailing the world which shunned her when her Hogwarts letter never came. Every time Harry came over (which increased as Dudley got older and his parents wished to spend plenty of time with their little boy before it was too late) Harry would sit on the couch (now covered in a soft blanket) and read about the wizarding world with his only friends Mrs. Figg and Holly by his side.

A/N: Just a heads up, all the Harry parts may be kind of dull until we get to Hogwarts. I'm just having so much fun with Leanne as I have so many ideas about her and James.

Also, I like to plan ahead. So I know it is only the first chapter and two of the main characters haven't even been accepted to Hogwarts yet, but I would like to talk about relationships. Should I go canon and do Harry/Ginny, Ron/Hermione? Should it be a Drarry? Dramonie? You, my readers, are encouraged to vote, I am willing to consider anything. However, I am not big on Harry/Hermione or that Snarry crap (no offense) so I will not be writing that. Anything else I will be happy to consider. Just remember, they are 10, no real relationship stuff until at least 4th year.