A/N: Welcome to What If? An AU Harry Potter Dramione fanfic. I'm not sure if these particular ideas are original but I did write this story on my own. I do not own the Harry Potter Characters, though I may throw in an OC or two. Who knows? This is full of what ifs while still following the general plot of the Original Harry Potter Series.

I hope you enjoy! :3

Chapter One

That's the Boy Who Lived?

"Lucius, dear, are you sure?" Narcissa busied her hands with fixing her husband's already pristine robes, her delicate brows furrowed in worry.

Lucius gently took her hands, causing her to look up. She was surprised at the resolve in his eyes despite the threat against their lives. Tears welled up in her own and he brought a hand up to brush them away with his thumb.

"I've never been more certain of anything in my life," Lucius' eyes shone with love as his face softened, looking passed her to their infant who was sleeping soundly and blissfully unaware of the state the world was in. Narcissa followed his gaze and leaned into his chest, tears still falling from her eyes. "I won't put our family in that situation; I won't let You-Know-Who dictate our lives."

Narcissa was still in tears. She wasn't sure if it was pride in her husband's decision or fear for the still possible attack on her family but she seemed to make her mind up about one thing as she watched her baby boy sleep. She would stand with her husband to protect their family; to protect their son.

"Father would be proud of you," Narcissa smiled through her tears, squeezing her husband's hand to emphasize those words.

Lucius chuckled despite the circumstances, "I would wait till he had passed before doing something worth his approval," he leaned down and kissed the top of his wife's head. "Wish I could say the same for your parents…"

Narcissa shook her head, "They would have supported him too," her voice full of sorrow, "Perhaps if I hadn't married you, I would be at You-Know-Who's side, with my sister." For she, too, had been raised with the pure blood superiority ideology.

Lucius hugged her in reassurance, "I can't even think about my life without you; without him." He kissed the top of her head once more, "We'll be alright, I promise."

Harry had been hidden with the Order, but Voldemort still went after the Potters, none the wiser to his target's absence.

Until he began torturing the boy's parents.

"He's not here, Severus. How is that possible?" Voldemort asked, looking up at his right hand man while continuing to Crucio Lily Potter. His eyes narrowed, as if observing. His anger was apparent by the strength of his curse; by the volume of Lily Potter's screams.

Severus Snape could not answer him at first. Her screams were too distracting. But the betrayal in her eyes gripped his heart. He didn't think they would actually be here. They were supposed to be hiding with Harry. Why were they here? Why hadn't they listened to him? Did they think they could stop the Dark Lord on their own?

Hmph. Arrogant James Potter. And Lily… ever the Gryffindor.

Impatient with Severus' silence, Voldemort spoke again with an edge to his voice, "Would you rather torture her instead? You're staring at her quite intently."

"My Lord?" the inflection in his voice almost gave himself away but he recovered quickly, quite glad the distraction of his silence halted the Crucio. "They must have hid the boy as a precaution. Due to the prophecy."

"That much is obvious," Voldemort growled through clenched teeth. His patience was wearing thin.

"He is but one of the possible candidates. There is also the Longbottom child – "

"Very well," Voldemort cut in, seemingly placated and ready to move on. "Deal with this," he vaguely gestured to the practically unconscious couple that currently lay on the floor, turning away as if in disgust and apparating without a word.

Severus could only stare blankly after Voldemort had left. He knew they would never be the same again. The Dark Lord might as well have killed the Potters; killed Lily. It was a bittersweet feeling that she was alive. Not to mention tempting to kill the defenseless James Potter where he lie.

Instead, Severus cast a patronus and sent it to the Order so they could take the Potters to St. Mungo's. It would be quicker to apparate them there himself but it was too dangerous for both parties if he was seen transporting them. As well as the danger of apparating them in such a state. He only hoped the Order would come in time or their minds might be lost forever.

Taking one last, pain-filled glance, he turned away and apparated to the next target, which would be the Longbottom's home.

By the time Severus arrived, the current situation confused him immensely. He could hear a crying infant but considering the dead man on the floor, shouldn't the child be dead as well? Unless he had come just in time for the Dark Lord to snuff out the young one's life. He made his way towards the now wailing child, finding the babe alone and the Dark Lord nowhere to be seen.

Slowly approaching the child, Severus was careful not to disturb his lifeless mother's body as he looked into the crib and inspected him closely. There appeared to be know physical wounds… aside from a scar that he was sure the boy had not been born with. He was well-versed in the Dark Arts and surely this was the result of a curse.

But where was the Dark Lord? In fact, his very presence was undetectable, though Severus was quite certain the wizard had been here. Voldemort had been eager to get rid of the boy himself.

Peering closely at the Longbottom child, focusing on that scar…

It can't be… did the curse somehow backfire and destroy the Dark Lord? Severus immediately sent out another patronus. It was possibly a bit rash but the signs were all there. He looked back down at the child who had calmed after he cast his patronus. He didn't know how exactly it happened but all that mattered was that it had. He almost smiled, foreseeing great things from the boy. He would definitely fill the shoes of his parents who were great Aurors, and a great witch and wizard above all.

Looking to Alice Longbottom and then looking off into the distance where Frank Longbottom lie, he closed his eyes in a moment of silence. Both Harry and Neville had lost their parents tonight. Of course, many had lost their lives in this war but hopefully it was over and no one else had to.

All thanks to Neville Longbottom, who would soon be known as "the boy who lived".

A/N: Already so different, ey? I have an idea of the next chapter, which is more insight on other characters, but I would love feedback before going into the third chapter. Should I started from First Year and work my way up? Or possibly later? Please let me know what you think.

Thank you for your time and I hope to hear from you soon ~ :3