Prologue: Finding You Again
It was like any day for the boy named Harry Potter while he was not in school. For, though he looked like any 15 year old boy, he was anything but. Just by looking at him from afar, working in the garden like he was, you could not even just that he had defeated the most evil dark wizard in a century numerous times, and no one else could see his torment like I could when I finally found the boy who was my son just as much as he was dearest Lily's son.
One would wonder why I would say such radical things about Lily in such a way. Long ago, my brother came to me and asked if I would do a certain spell that would make a boy my son in every known way including blood. I immediately send yes knowing what I needed to do. Why people would soon, for you see James Potter was my brother. I was 6 years younger than, I idolized him as any sibling would do but he was always different.
When my mum found out she was to have another baby, James told me when I was older; it was quite a shock to my poor parents, because they were just starting to be looked upon by Tom so they were fearful that once he found out about me, I would be as good as dead. It was clever Remus that came up with the idea what to do with me. It was announced that Remus' mother was to have a baby, so no one would even think to look with his parents about a baby born with the Potters.
Unfortunately, as such things would be, when I was not even 2 months old the Lupin parents were murdered by Tom himself. Remus would only talk to James when I was too young to understand, but he was one of the few people in my childhood that would talk it with me, for I actually remembered them in my young age. So he and I moved in with the Potters. There was no one else left in that family and I was glad to be there. I had a wonderful childhood despite the fact that more and more attention went to my family. When I got my letter to go to Hogwarts, it had a completely different name than anyone had ever called me and saw it as a gift. I was to enter school with this name and be not chased.
That was when my dear brother was planning and marrying sweet Lily and he came to me to do the Parent Switch Spell (A/N this is the best name I could come up with). When there first born child turned 16, I would have completely have all of there children and I would get James' power while the eldest would get Lily's. That was done in 1979. By Halloween my 7th year my entire family was died and I still lived the Potter massacre. As soon as I graduated, I wanted to claim Harry, but my brother warned me if I were to do so, the spell would dispel. I found that I could talk to spirits in my youth, so I sent up a system were I would still have information on my poor lost boy.
So with no real name, I went to America to hide from my losses for a time. Yet again I changed my name with 1 tiny exception; I had my Potter birth certificate. I was my 17th birthday present and it was wonderful for me. While Harry grew up, I helped witches and wizards with the losses of losing loved ones and at times others helped me. A week ago, I left for my beloved England; I plan to never leaving again. Yesterday, I finished the repairs on what was and is the Potter estate and sent letters to all my old friends and teachers for a get together to meet my family. My best friend Emily came back with me for she never left my side at all during my years at Hogwarts and beyond and I'm glad she stayed back today. Finally, the energy I need. Thank you James, I can see Harry going through this too. Time to claim my son.
To be continued...
What do you like? Love it? Hate it? Interested? Tell me what you think. Also I don't own any familiar characters. Later.
It was like any day for the boy named Harry Potter while he was not in school. For, though he looked like any 15 year old boy, he was anything but. Just by looking at him from afar, working in the garden like he was, you could not even just that he had defeated the most evil dark wizard in a century numerous times, and no one else could see his torment like I could when I finally found the boy who was my son just as much as he was dearest Lily's son.
One would wonder why I would say such radical things about Lily in such a way. Long ago, my brother came to me and asked if I would do a certain spell that would make a boy my son in every known way including blood. I immediately send yes knowing what I needed to do. Why people would soon, for you see James Potter was my brother. I was 6 years younger than, I idolized him as any sibling would do but he was always different.
When my mum found out she was to have another baby, James told me when I was older; it was quite a shock to my poor parents, because they were just starting to be looked upon by Tom so they were fearful that once he found out about me, I would be as good as dead. It was clever Remus that came up with the idea what to do with me. It was announced that Remus' mother was to have a baby, so no one would even think to look with his parents about a baby born with the Potters.
Unfortunately, as such things would be, when I was not even 2 months old the Lupin parents were murdered by Tom himself. Remus would only talk to James when I was too young to understand, but he was one of the few people in my childhood that would talk it with me, for I actually remembered them in my young age. So he and I moved in with the Potters. There was no one else left in that family and I was glad to be there. I had a wonderful childhood despite the fact that more and more attention went to my family. When I got my letter to go to Hogwarts, it had a completely different name than anyone had ever called me and saw it as a gift. I was to enter school with this name and be not chased.
That was when my dear brother was planning and marrying sweet Lily and he came to me to do the Parent Switch Spell (A/N this is the best name I could come up with). When there first born child turned 16, I would have completely have all of there children and I would get James' power while the eldest would get Lily's. That was done in 1979. By Halloween my 7th year my entire family was died and I still lived the Potter massacre. As soon as I graduated, I wanted to claim Harry, but my brother warned me if I were to do so, the spell would dispel. I found that I could talk to spirits in my youth, so I sent up a system were I would still have information on my poor lost boy.
So with no real name, I went to America to hide from my losses for a time. Yet again I changed my name with 1 tiny exception; I had my Potter birth certificate. I was my 17th birthday present and it was wonderful for me. While Harry grew up, I helped witches and wizards with the losses of losing loved ones and at times others helped me. A week ago, I left for my beloved England; I plan to never leaving again. Yesterday, I finished the repairs on what was and is the Potter estate and sent letters to all my old friends and teachers for a get together to meet my family. My best friend Emily came back with me for she never left my side at all during my years at Hogwarts and beyond and I'm glad she stayed back today. Finally, the energy I need. Thank you James, I can see Harry going through this too. Time to claim my son.
To be continued...
What do you like? Love it? Hate it? Interested? Tell me what you think. Also I don't own any familiar characters. Later.