AN: Hello! Welcome to my newest fic that I probably shouldn't be writing! YAY! Anyway this Idea (ad several others that are currently being written on my Microsoft Word) sort of just attacked me one day. I hope you like it!

Summary: WBWL fic. Instead of "burdening" James and Lily with their useless boy I can simply have them send the child to Lily's sister, so their full attention shall be on the child who deserves it, the child who saved us all.
How different would growing up in an orphanage change Harry Potter, The REAL boy-who-lived? (NO SLASH!)

Parings: None as of yet.

Warnings: Manipulative Dumbles. Angry Lily Potter.

ENJOY!

Halloween '81

Potter home, Godric's Hollow

Oct 31st 1981

He watched as the two Potters went into the backyard to discuss one of their many, many problems caused by his Death Eaters. He started towards the open back door, almost grinning, almost. He had a task to complete that could risk his very existence.

The one with the power to vanquish the dark lord…

Vanquish? Vanquish?! That must never be allowed to happen. The Potter twins must die.

He walked up the stairs towards the nursery that the twins had been put to bed in not twenty minutes prior to his entrance. The door to the nursery was standing open when he reached the top of the stairs and the green eyed child was staring at him through the crack, as if he knew his doom was near.

He pushed the door open to reveal both twins still awake in their cribs. The black haired boy was still staring at him and he decided to let him see the death of his brother before killing the child.

He turned to the red haired boy and picked him up. As soon as the Dark Lord touched the child he began squirming uncontrollably. So much so that he slipped through the hands of his soon-to-be killer, hit the ground, and went still.

"Shame," said Voldemort as he checked the boy for life. "I was hoping to kill you differently." Finding none, he turned to the other twin. "Now child, it is your turn." He raised his wand and stared down his unblinking victim. "Avada Kedarva" The green light of death raced towards the young child. Yet before it could reach him and suck out his life-force, a golden light erupted around the child. Acting as a shield, the golden shield caused the Killing Curse to come back towards its caster. The Dark Lord's final thoughts were those dooming his down fall, and promising he shall rise again.

'Harry Potter may have set me back slightly, but I am far from Vanquished!'

Lily and James Potter were in their backyard when they heard the explosion.
"James. Was that-"

"The nursery?" The man finished for her then nodded.

"Oh Merlin, The boys!" The distraught mother ran inside towards her children, James right behind her.

The sight they saw when they got to the nursery was one of total destruction. "Harry? Alex? Boys? Oh James, tell me they're okay. Dear God tell me they're okay."

Just then Alex began to cry. "Alex! There you are buddy!" James picked him up.
"James! What about Harry?!" Lily looked over to where Harry's crib was to see a small pile of rubble on top of it. "Give me Alex and move that rubble!" She demanded of her husband.

James did as he was told and moved the rubble to see Harry laying down, content with a lightning bolt shaped wound on his forehead. "James, is that Harry?" The man looked up at his wife and smiled.
"He's right here."

"Oh thank Merlin! They're both alright!"

"Lily, does Alex have a wound on his forehead?"

"Does he wha- Oh my, he does!" She pulled the hair away from his forehead to show an arrow shaped cut.

"It would seem that young Alex here has just saved us all." Lily and James both turned to see Albus Dumbledore in the doorway.

"Profess-"

"Lily, I have told you to call me Albus. I am no longer your Professor."

"Sorry, Pro- I mean, Albus"

"It is no worry Lily, none at all."

"What did you mean by 'Saved us all', Albus?" James asked.

"Well, simply put he has just eliminated Voldemort."

"He just What?" James. "But Albus! He is just a boy!" Lily.

Dumbledore held up his hand. "Calm down, calm down, both of you. I believe that, judging from the touch of Voldemort's magic on Alexander, Voldemort had come in here to kill your boys but when he turned his wand onto Alexander the child's accidental magic protected himself and Harry from the Killing curse effectively making the curse backfire onto the caster. Alexander is the Boy-Who-Lived."

Dumbledore's Office

Nov 4th

What to do, What to do… The Potters simply cannot raise both boys while giving Alex the attention he rightfully deserves. I certainly wouldn't want to burden them with Harry. It just wouldn't do, now would it? But what to do with him… I should not place him in the wizarding world, no, no, then the Potters might decide to go to him. Lily is muggleborn after all, maybe her sister- what was her name? Petunia? Yes that sounds right. - I could send the child to her sister. Now I just have to convince the Potters to give me Harry.

Dumbledore's Office

Nov 5th

"Thank-you for coming, Lily, James," Dumbledore motioned for them both to sit down. "And thank-you for bringing Harry."

"It's no problem, Albus." Said James "Just a little confused on why you asked us to bring Harry."

"Well that's why I asked you both here."

"About Harry? Is he suddenly famous too? Isn't he supposed to be the normal one? Or maybe to tell us he has saved some other world, Mars maybe?" Lily ranted, furious.

"Lily, clam down" James whispered, to Dumbledore he added, "She is just a little on wit's end with all the press…"

"A little?!" Lily asked.

"Or maybe a lot." James finished. Lily glared at him.

"That is perfectly alright, James. And, no, Lily Harry is still perfectly normal. I simply wished to ask you to give him to me for protection, to keep him the normal little boy. So he does not grow jealous of his brother, or so no one goes after him to get to Alex." Dumbledore explained.

"You want to what?" Lily asked, dangerously calm.

"Lily flower, he just wants to keep Harry safe!" James tried to calm his furious wife.

"Safe? Safe?! Safe, living with some stranger, with us knowing exactly nothing about how our little boy is growing up, I think NOT! He is one of my babies! You will not take him from me and give him to a complete stranger! He—" Dumbledore cut her off.

"Lily, he will not be going to strangers, I assure you that you know them."

"Well then who are they?"

"I cannot tell you th—"

"'Cannot Tell' us? What do you mean you can't tell us?!"

"It is solely for Harry's protection. If you were to be caught and tortured you cannot tell them what you do not know." Dumbledore explained.

"What I want to know," started James "is, why Harry, why do we put Harry into hiding and not Alex?" Dumbledore cursed himself silently. "The answer there is simple, Harry is in more danger. People would be more likely to go after him to get to Alex rather than go the extra mile and kidnap Alex himself."

"Oh, well I suppose that makes sense." James consented.

"Sense? James how could you?"

"Lily, you wouldn't want him to be kidnapped would you?" James countered.

"Well, no, But—"

"Then trust Dumbledore and let him put Harry into protection."

"We will give you monthly updates on the boy." Dumbledore added, probably lying.

"Oh, alright. But there is no way in hell that I am happy with this!" Lily relented, begrudgingly.

James handed Dumbledore Harry.

4, Privet Drive, Little Winging, Surrey

Nov 5th, evening

Dumbledore placed the child on the doorstep, rang the doorbell and apparated away. He only left the child and a letter, explaining that the Potter's and Alex were dead and the Dursleys were the only living relatives able to take him. In other words, not a word in that letter was true.

Nov 6th, early morning

Vernon Dursley opened the door to step out to work and nearly stepped on, is that a BABY?

"P-petunia! Come quick!" he shouted.

"What is it Vernon, dear?"

"It's a b— it's a bab-" Petunia went around him and saw the baby. She picked up the letter and her eyes widened when she saw the name, 'Harry Potter.' She quickly tore open the letter and read it just as fast. Then, picking up the boy, she brought little Harry inside. "Petunia? What in earth are you doing?" Vernon questioned.
"We need to help him Vernon."

"Who is he?"

"One of my sister's boys, Harry."

"Well then, why can't your sister take care of her son?!"

"She's dead."

"WELL THE- Wait, dead?!"

Petunia nodded. "Yes, Dead."

"And they bring him to us?!"

"It says we are his only living relatives."

"Who the bloody hell cares?! Why not just dump him off on one of their freak friends' doorsteps!?"

"But Vernon he's Fa—"

"I WILL NOT HAVE ONE OF THOSE- THOSE THINGS LIVING IN MY HOUSE!"

"But where will he go?"

"I don't care. Dump him off in an orphanage for all I care. Just don't let him be here when I get home." The man stalked out the door and slammed it behind him, making the entire house shudder.
Petunia looked down at her nephew's unblinking eyes. "Such a good boy, shame that you have to go. But I would rather have my sister's child alive and at an orphanage then with me and dead."

She wrote out a new letter, picked up the boy and drove to the orphanage. Where she then set him on the doorstep, knocked, then ran off.

Surrey Charity Orphanage

Nov 6th, Afternoon

The Matron opened the door to find a small child wrapped in a blue blanked and a lightning bolt scar on her doorstep. "Oh my goodness!" She exclaimed, picked him up, and brought him inside.

She noticed the letter while she was setting him down in one of the cribs. "Well then, what might this be?"

Dear Orphanage Matron,

This boy's name is Harry James Potter and His birthday is July 31st .His Parents are dead and I have no way of caring for him. Please take care of him.

The letter wasn't signed. But the Matron was used to anonymous drop offs. Just not in November! Poor Harry must have been freezing! She looked down at the child, he sat there looking up at her. "Such a good boy, it seems a shame that your parents are dead." She picked him up. "Come Harry! We are going to get you fed." The boy snuggled into her warm arms and went to sleep. "Or maybe a nap is in order." She said, chuckling.

Surrey Charity Orphanage

August 22nd 1987

"Ha, ha! Yeah you get him Jake! Get the squirt!"

The boys were out in the yard again, bullying the new kid. This kid had been in at least four orphanages before, or at least that is what the Matron told everyone.
Harry watched as the Matron walked out and broke up the group. She walked back into the orphanage with the new kid.

Harry turned away from the window, adjusted his glasses and went back to his book. He heard the door to the 5-9 year old boy's room open. Looking up Harry saw the Matron and boy walk in. The Matron turned to look at Harry. "Harry darling, would you mind keeping this boy right here company while I finish making the Friday Chili?" She said, but Harry translated her words to find her meaning. 'Protect him' was the general gist of it. Harry nodded and the Matron looked at him gratefully.

Most of the children at the Surrey Charity Orphanage avoided Harry if ever possible. According to them, he was weird. That and, though being one of the younger children in the orphanage, he had been here the longest without getting adopted. A few people said he was favored by the Matron and that was why he never got any interviews with people. That also gave people another reason to avoid him, Little Doggie they called him, referring to the term "Teacher's Pet." Not that Harry really minded being ignored, in fact he loved having no friends in this place! Many of the people who came through here were, to put it nicely, not the nicest people. Jake was the current "King of the Fools" as Harry liked to call him, but he would leave, they all do at some point.

Harry put his book up, stood up, and walked over to the kid. "My name is Harry Potter, What's yours?"

He mumbled something that Harry couldn't hear. "What was that? I couldn't hear you."

"I said my name is Parker, Parker Stephens."

"Nice to meet you Parker. How old are you?" Harry asked.

"I'm six, just turned six in June." Parker answered.

"Really? I'm seven. Where are you from?"

"London, how about you?"

"Don't know, suppose I'm from Surrey, but I don't really know."

"You didn't know your parents?" Parker asked

"Nope! Well, a few glimpses every now and then but don't know their names. I have never really met them. Matron says they're dead."

"Me either. I was dropped off on the doorstep of one of the London orphanages. They only know my name 'cause it was written on my shirt."

"Wow."

"Yep, don't even know if they are dead or just didn't want me. No one ever does." He finished miserably.

Harry didn't quite know what to say to that, he had never really gotten that kind of lonely feeling before. Sure, he had gotten rejected loads of times, but he always got a hug from the Matron when he did. Yet standing here in front of him was a boy who had no one. Harry at least had the Matron, if nothing else, but Parker, he had absolutely no one. He got no hugs when he was rejected he was all, alone.

"I do." Harry surprised himself by saying.

"What do you mean?" Parker asked, confused.

"I mean, if you want we can be, brothers." Friends wouldn't do it. He- they both needed someone that they could call family.

"Brothers?" Parker looked at Harry with awe filled eyes. "You would do that, for me?" Harry nodded.

"A brother, I have a real brother!" Parker smiled wide and hugged Harry, effectively surprising him.

Harry looked down at him and said, "So do I, Parker, So do I" and hugged him back.

The Matron walked back in to find the two boys on Harry's bed. It seemed that Harry was teaching Parker how to read. She smiled, it seems those two will be getting along just fine.

AN: Well, I would love it if you would review and tell me if you like it, but you could also review and tell me if you don't, I'm not picky. Yeah seriously though, i hope you all like it. Tell me if I should continue. If so i will post the next chapter sometime next week

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