Hello Everyone! I had this little plot bunny in my head and had to write it down. I hope you all enjoy.

Disclaimer…HP and Co. belong to the wonderful JK Rowling.

Harry Potter was a bright and cheery two year old. Currently he was at St. Mungos where is mother was giving birth to the second Potter child.

He giggled and ran down the hallway away from his godfather, Sirius Black. "Harry James Potter! You come back here right now!"

He turned around and stuck his tongue out and responded with a whomping, "NO!"

Harry paused as he was lifted up off the ground. "All right little man. Let's give your poor Uncle Padfoot a break." Harry smiled a big toothy grin at his father, the one and only James Potter. "Daddy! See Mommy!"

James Potter couldn't keep the grin off his face. His oldest was just the cutest thing on the planet. He had inherited the Potter hair and it was black and slightly on the long side but that was okay as it looked cute on Harry and he had Lily's green eyes that sparkled like jewels. He nuzzled the boy's stomach and got another giggle for a reward.

He placed the toddler on his hip as his best friend finally caught up to them. James cracked a grin at Sirius. "Old age catching up to you?"

Sirius glared at James. "I'll have you know that you're just as old as I am…so it takes an old geezer to know an old geezer." He then glared at Harry who smiled innocently at his favorite uncle. "For that young man…Padfoot is off limits."

Harry's eyes immediately began to tear up and his lower lip started to tremble. "No Pads…" Sirius crossed his arms and closed his eyes, not wanting to look at the adorable puppy dog face that was Harry Potter.

He opened one eye and his shoulders slumped. He couldn't say no to that face. "Fine…you win."

Harry's face brightened. James laughed. "He has you wrapped around his little finger."

Sirius glared at James. "As if your not wrapped around the same finger."

That shut James up who quickly turned around to head to the room where Lily was in. He opened the door and carried Harry over to the bedside where Lily sat with a bundle in her arms.

She brightened as James entered with Harry and gave her oldest a smile. "Come see your new brother, Harry."

Harry looked at his father then looked back at the small bundle. Slowly the baby's eyes began to open and when they did Harry was a goner. Harry slowly reached out a small hand to gently touch the newborn and made a silent vow right there that he would always protect this life and any others that came after. He would be the best big brother in the world.

Harry turned his eyes to James. "What's his name?"

James kissed Harry on the side of his forehead and held him tight. "His name is Blakely Alexander Potter."

October 31, 1981:

That day Harry could tell that something had upset his parents. They weren't their usual cheery selves.

It was evening and Harry walked over to where his father was sitting. He pulled on James's pant legs. "Daddy…why you upset?"

James pulled Harry into his lap and squeezed his oldest. "Daddy's just tired. That's all."

Harry looked doubtful or as doubtful as a three year old could be. He seemed to accept the answer though and leaned back against his father's chest and was soon fast asleep.

Lily came in from putting Blakely down in his crib and she smiled at the picture. Harry was cuddled into his father's chest and they were both asleep. She snorted. It was so easy to tell that they were father and son. They were so alike. She moved forwards so that she could take Harry and put him to bed when she paused at a crack she heard out the window.

At that moment the door was blown off it's hinges. James was instantly awake and thrust Harry into her arms. "Take Harry and go!"

Voldmort sneered as the mudblood woman and her child ran up the stairs. James narrowed his eyes at Voldemort. "I won't let you hurt them." Voldemort gave a cold laugh. "I'd like to see you stop me." He waved his wand and James Potter was down before he could say anything. He stepped over the body and slowly made his way up the stairs.

Lily held Harry close to her chest and ran up the stairs to the nursery where Blakely was. Placing Harry in the crib with his brother, she was frantic in trying to figure out what to do.

She gave a cry as she heard a thump that meant James had fallen and as the door slammed open she whirled around with her arms out, protecting both her children. "I won't let you have them!"

Voldemort sneered. Why did people always have to play the hero? Another wave of his wand and Lily Potter was down on the ground, and unconscious.

With the obstacles out of the way Voldemort made his way over to the crib to see two young boys. They'd both woken up at the sounds and the younger one was crying for it's parents while the older one just gazed up at Voldemort. He had no clue as to which child it could be, so he would just have to kill both of them.

"Your bad."

Voldemort paused. The older one had spoken and was looking up at Voldemort with a unparalleled strength in them. Something that not even adults had when they faced him. He could admire that and would save this child for last, so he raised his wand and pointed it at the crying baby.

"Aveda Kedevra!"

The sickingly green spell burst forth from his wand and what Voldemort didn't see was Harry had managed to move in front of Blakely. Combined with his power and love for his brother the spell was sent back at Voldemort who vanished with a painful scream, leaving young Harry with a small lightening shaped cut on his forehead. In the following backlash young Blakely was hit with debris that caused a small V shaped scar on his collarbone. The two passed out.

Sirius Black was frantic to get to his friends. He appearated to Godric's Hollow and his heart almost broke when he saw the state of the house. "James! Lily! Harry! Blakely!"

He ran in and cried out at the sight of his friend lying on the ground. He bent down next to him and gave a cry at relief when he felt a pulse. "Enervate."

James Potter opened his eyes and bolted upright. "Lily! The boys!" Ignoring Sirius he ran up the demolished stairs and thought the worst at the state of the nursery. His heart broke as he saw his Lily-flower lying on the ground and checked her pulse. Tears of joy ran down his face at the weak pulse, but it was a pulse none the less. "Enervate."

Sirius meanwhile had gone over towards the crib. He didn't want to think the worst but he was starting to, when there! He shifted debris and almost cried from relief. Both Harry and Blakely were here and alive. He picked them both up and carried them over to the distraught parents.

James took Harry while Lily took Blakely. Both parents crushing the boys to their chests, glad that they were alive.

"Come on. Let's head to Hogwarts." Sirius said.

Dumbledore was sitting in his office when his fireplace flared green and the Potter family was admitted and Sirius followed.

He stood up. "Your alright?"

James plopped down into a chair as Lily nodded. "What happened Albus?"

Albus gazed at the two boys asleep in their parents arms. He could sense that dark magic had been involved but on which boy, he wasn't so sure. Harry's magic core was severely low, while Blakely's was at a normal level. That could only mean one thing.

"It seems that Blakely here managed to kill Voldemort. Blakely is the boy-who-lived." Dumbledore proclaimed.

Lily paled and clutched the boy closer to her chest. "Are you sure?"

Dumbledore nodded.

"What about Harry?" Lily asked, glancing at her oldest who was sleeping in James' arms.

This would be the crucial moment. Dumbledore closed his eyes and sighed. "I'm afraid that Harry's magic core is almost non-existent. This might have caused him to become a squib."

If possible Lily paled even more. "Then what should we do with him?"

James jumped out of his seat. "Do with him! What do you mean Lily? Harry is our son. Who cares if he's a squib."

Lily bit her lip. "But James…Blakely will need more attention and time, plus if Harry has no magic then he might be jealous…"

James held up a hand. "You can't be serious about thinking giving up Harry?"

Lily bit her lip.

They were at a stalemate. Dumbledore sighed. "Why don't you just think about it?"

James looked doubtful but finally nodded his agreement.

Sirius Black was fuming mad. How could James just sit there and take this? Harry Potter a squib? The idea wanted to make Sirius laugh. He vowed right then and there that he would always be there for his godson, even if no one else was.

Harry Potter slept on not knowing that his whole world had changed in one night.

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For those who are reading The Wizard Thief, I haven't forgotten about it but right now I am writing the next chapter…so hopefully it will be out soon.

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