A/N This fic is inspired by Harry and the Veela by Z-bond and Harry Potter, Rise from Dust by Bluezz-17. The pairing will be revealed slowly, then I'll include it in the summary. Feel free to skim this chapter, I'm sure you've heard most of it before.

Disclaimer: Anything recognisable isn't mine, though I do own a few original characters like Atlas, Morgana and Lucille.

HP and TLTNW, Year 1, Chapter 1: The Boy Who Lived

It was a seemingly quiet night in October, the 31st to be exact. A few children were running around in costumes begging for sweets but otherwise, the road on which Godric's Hollow was located lay perfectly still, peaceful even. Not many were aware of the cottage's existence, if they did they thought it had been deserted years ago. There was a reason for this. James Potter, his wife Lily and their two small children were in hiding. Now, this family wasn't your average family, they were magical. They were hiding not from a normal criminal but a dark lord who could bring death and suffering by uttering two words.

James and Lily Potter had been fighting the dark lord ever since they had left the haven of school, they were prominent figures amongst the light. They had defied the dark lord on many occasions but this was not the reason they were hiding. There was a prophecy known by few and feared by those that did. The Potter's sons, Harry and Oliver, along with the son of two other infamous enemies of the dark lord, could be the subject of the prophecy that stated that a child born at the end of July would vanquish the terror of the dark lord. With Harry and Oliver both being born at the end of July, Lily and James were naturally worried for their darling boys' wellbeing.

James had just returned from a successful raid on a death eater's residence and was cuddled up to Lily on the sofa. Suddenly James felt the wards of the house being breached, he jumped up, surprising Lily, and drew his wand, "It's him," he whispered, his face ashen. He gave his wife a hug and told her to get the boys to safety. When a distraught Lily had dashed up the stairs, James stood, determined, at the foot of them, wand drawn, ready to fight.

The door crashed open, revealing a hooded figure. The hooded figure was Voldemort, the dark lord whom everyone feared. He laughed at James' attempt, "Foolish boy, as endearing as I find your pitiful attempt, you will die tonight. First I must find that wretched son of yours, Petrificus Totalus!" James' body stiffened as he fell to the ground.

Lily Potter had been horrified to discover that there was no floo powder left in her babies' bedroom, she glanced at her sleeping boys and sighed, she'd have to fight him off. Just then the door burst open and she found herself face to face with Voldemort, "Ah, as stupid as your husband eh? I'll deal with you later, the quicker that boy is dealt with the better!" Voldemort's Stupefy easily devoured Lily's Protego, the woman fell to the ground, leaving her children to their fate.

Voldemort turned to the two cribs presented in front of him, one was labelled Harry James and the other Oliver Sirius. A small black haired boy, no older than 3, hauled a younger boy over the barrier that separated their beds, as if to say, "Nobody hurts my little brother!" the smaller boy had a mop of dark auburn hair that stuck up in all directions. The powerful wizard made his choice, extended his wand and paused to stare into the pools of green that seemed so unafraid of death, he had to admit, the boy's determination was admirable. After shaking of the single drop of sentimentality that had wormed its way into his mind, Voldemort cried, "Avada Kedavra!" a bright green light filled the room, it began to shake from the sheer power of the spell. Harry held his palms out, as if this could save him from the force of the magic. Voldemort suddenly felt intense pain, like his body was being shredded into a million pieces. There was a loud thud and he disappeared from the room. Chunks of wood that held the roof up fell down, showering the boys, one, still full of magic from the spell, left a gash on Oliver's cheek in the shape of a 'V'. Harry collapsed from magic exhaustion, a blanket falling over the small lightning scar on his right hand.

Sirius Black was on the way to visit the Potters, James had been his friend since they started Hogwarts, the school for young witches and wizards living in Britain. He stopped in his tracks when he reached the gate. Or what had been the gate. There was wood and glass strewn over the small garden, the door was non-existent and Sirius thought he could smell smoke. He found James lying petrified on the floor, he stepped over his best friend and rushed up the stairs. Lily, wonderful Lily, was lying motionless on the floor of the nursery. Sirius bit back the tears as he made his way to where the boys should be. He picked up Oliver first, as he was bawling rather loudly and examined him. His mouth fell open in shock as he saw the blood trickling down his godson's cheek, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a pouch of floo powder, deciding to fire-call Albus Dumbledore.

Harry was still asleep when the elderly wizard arrived. Albus revived the Potter couple and marvelled over the fact that Oliver's scar was full of magic. He examined the older boy and found that his magic reserves were very low. He came to the logical conclusion that Oliver, a baby, had killed a very powerful dark wizard. That night, Oliver Sirius Potter became the boy who lived.

A/N Thanks for reading! The reason that Sirius is Oliver's godfather not Harry's will become apparent soon enough. Sorry if this chapter seems rushed, it's more of a quick introduction to Harry's situation than a proper chapter. I think each chapter will be 3,000+ words.