Hi, so here is another story from me, back to this wonderful fandom and these characters I get to play around with. This is a classic if James lived Lily dies with a twist and with Wolfstar which is a first for me and brought on by too many youtube videos.

I hope you enjoy this chapter and this story. I have planned for this to cover the first book and nothing else but I do love a good sequel if you want that so...

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Napoleon's Children

AU-James is not at Godric's Hollow when Lily is killed and Peter gets to Harry before Sirius can. Taking his best friends son and hiding him it's not until Dumbledore finds the magical quill writing out a Hogwarts letter to Harry Potter that he realises that something is amiss.

AU First Year. No Dursley's.

Chapter 1-How To Kill A Friend

Peter Pettigrew isn't stupid. If his friends had realised that then maybe they wouldn't be here now.

The Dark Lord is gone.

Peter would scare believe it if he didn't know it, if he didn't feel the same simmering pain in his left arm as the rest of them did right now. If he didn't feel the scar he had been branded with just this afternoon hot and feverish on his arm. There had been no point in keeping his cover going after this and he had known it, had known that it would end tonight but he had assumed that it would end the way he wanted it too…that it would all end the way he wanted it to. With James and Lily and their baby dead and Sirius blamed for it, Remus cast to the shadows as the outcast he was and the Dark Lord victorious as he had always set out to be.

Now he had no idea what to do.

James had not been here.

Peter didn't understand.

James was supposed to be here, he was supposed to be here with his family. James out of all of them was the biggest threat but he would have caved like a house of cards if he'd have known that his family was under threat. Merlin Peter didn't expect him to even have a wand. Snape was right really, James was arrogant and lazy.

Lily…well…that was a loss. Peter wouldn't deny it. Lily for all her faults and her blood was a loss. She had been kind and welcoming and warm and loving. She was just…a muggleborn.

Peter had not subscribed to the same views totally as some of the hardliners but he did have to admit that most of the jobs, most of the work, most of all of it went to the muggleborns simply because one did not want to be seen against them. They played their part well in this war using quite frankly increasing amounts of manipulation to get themselves into the best positions regardless of weather they had any talent. It was most sickening.

But Lily had been kind and as he looked at her body he found that he was rather sad.

The baby would not shut up.

Wait…baby?

And there he was. Harry Potter crying.

He was lying on his back a lightening bolt scar on his forehead. The baby that had lived while the his mother and the Dark Lord had not and Peter could not understand it. Could barely do anything other than pick the brat up. He had never been good enough with babies to get them to stop but the boy perhaps realising him as someone he knew hiccupped and went still. Peter hated him. The brat who had ruined all of his hard work and his plans. What had been sacrificing Marlene McKinnon for if it had not been for this?

He sighed and held the baby closer.

Well…what to do now.

Clearly he couldn't stay here, the Muggles were already about and he knew soon James would be. Carefully he took the baby and walked away from Lily's body into the woods near the edge of the village and apparated. The whole thing took about ten seconds. James had arrived just as he had gone. He didn't know that at the time but still. That was how close it had been. How close it had been.

He landed in a field somewhere near the Lake District and the baby was crying again.

"SHUT UP" He shouted at it and Harry Potter frightened by the venom he heard in his Uncle's voice stopped crying and started whimpering like a dog in pain. Like Sirius when…

No…

He was not going there.

He had to get rid of this child. He couldn't go back and give to James, James would sure as shit kill him given the chance. No he had to make sure that he was safe, he would dump the kid and then go back to being what he was good at, the rat. Wormtail. James surviving had thrown the whole thing out of whack but if they didn't find him…if he managed to get within the confines of a wizarding family then maybe he would…on the outskirts maybe but he would be able to listen for news. The Dark Lord might be gone but Peter had seen Bellatrix once in action and he knew she was not going to go down without a fight, maybe the fight could continue. Dumbledore was only one man and that man had to be feeling his age by now surely?

But what to do about the baby?

Well…Lily had a sister. But then again…he didn't know enough about the sister only that she had not been at the wedding and Lily had not really cared all that much.

And…and he…he wasn't feeling guilty per say but…well…

He would find a nice orphanage. Or a safe haven place. Yes that is what he would do. He would find a nice muggle woman or man and hand the baby over tell them his name and then obliterate himself from their thoughts.

Then he would go and hide and wait it out.

James was fickle Peter knew…he was sure…he was sure that James would move on.

Eventually.

Anyway he apparated again to a small town and looked for a Fire Station. Surely a Fire Station or a Hospital would be the best place for this baby.

He found a little Fire Station and paused. Gently he summoned some paper and one of those muggle pen things and wrote Harry's name and date of birth on the piece of paper and then tucked him into the corner. Someone would find him he was sure.

Peter turned to look at the little baby who was fussing again and then he sighed.

He really didn't want it to end like this.

But it had…and there was nothing that he could do.

And with that he apparated away and began to live his life as a rat.

Harry Potter had grown up knowing three things. One. His mother was dead. Two. He was what the foster system called an 'undesirable candidate' and three…they all thought his father killed his mother.

Okay so maybe the last one was guessing a little but as Harry had overheard one social worker saying it to another it was not out of the realms of possibility.

His mother was dead. That much they believed. And the foster system had after nearly ten years not found him a suitable family. There had been families over time. There had been people who had tried to take him in and give him a loving home but it had never worked out. He had been with a family once for three years and then they had sent him back because they'd had their own kid, he had been with one for six days and then they had sent him back because they had said that he was abnormal.

Harry hated that label.

Sometimes strange things did happen to him but he didn't know if that meant he was abnormal. He was just…on a different wavelength than other people. That is what Lauren had said to him. Lauren who had been one of his caseworkers and his favourite by far who had been in his life for a whole year. She had died in a car accident and Harry had cried himself to sleep at night even though the older boys would tease him for it.

She had told him though that he was on a different wavelength and that wasn't a bad thing. It made him special.

Harry Potter didn't want to be special.

On the morning our story begins he was in a foster home in Surrey. This was his fourteenth home and it was small which was always code for where they sent the special children too that they thought were never going to be adopted. Harry had learnt a lot in the last ten years of being shunted around pillar to post but he had to give credit where credit was due, this was not the worst place to be.

The house was small and his bed was under the stairs but he was happy with the spiders and the dust if only for the fact that he had his own space. Even at ten he knew that privacy was king in this place and he ate his breakfast in silence and then disappeared for most of the day. If he was back before six then he got in before he was locked out. And if he wasn't…well…it was summer so what did it matter? Harry had done a whole winter outside in one home when he was seven so what did a summer in the warm air matter?

Sometimes he wished for something different. He wished for someone different. He didn't know if that one whispered rumour about his father was true but he wished for him to appear. He wished someone would take him away from this life. From it all…he just…he couldn't help it.

He knew he wasn't totally normal. One time he had landed on the kitchen roofs…to hell with the explanation that, that was the wind catching him mid jump, he had known that wasn't normal.

But the point was…he wanted to get away from here. He was soon going to be eleven and as the years ticked along by Harry knew that he would soon be running out of chances of finding a family. He just…he didn't want to think that he was unloved you know?

His mother might not even be dead he rationalised. Maybe she had not wanted him but had regretted it, maybe his father still wanted him…

Or maybe he was on his own.

Maybe he was always going to be on his own.

It was a sobering thought at ten.

Harry Potter looked down at his books and found for the first time in his life that he hated, he hated his father. Hated him for leaving him in this hell hole. Hated him for not coming back.

Hated him now and hated him forever.

He didn't know that a letter was being formed in his name that would change the fate of his life. Didn't know that it was all a lie…all of what he had believed so far had been a lie. Didn't know what was coming his way.

Then again he was turning eleven Sunday.

That was the age that they said it all changed.

Though granted…he might be wrong.

He was Harry Potter after all.

And there you go...hope you enjoy.

Next Chapter-James's point of view.