Harry Potter was an Only Child

By Siriusly Amused

Disclaimer: Still don't own the stuff you recognize.

Chapter Eleven

When I Come Around

May 7th dawned bright and cool. Harry watched the sun rise through his bedroom window. He felt numb. Too many emotions were running through him for him to pick just one. It was D-day. He didn't know what would happen or when it would happen. All he knew was that he wanted to scream.

Once the sun had completely risen, he went downstairs to find his parents at the table, sipping black coffee. They looked like they hadn't slept all night. Harry joined them at the table and they were all silent for several hours before James and Lily started giving him pointers for his adulthood.

"Don't buy a Muggle engagement ring. The jewelry store in Diagon Alley makes rings that specialize in keeping the magic in the relationship."

"Don't wear a tie when your wife is giving birth. She'll end up strangling you."

"James!"

"I'm only telling the boy the facts!"

Harry excused himself from his parents once evening came and searched his room for his wand. He cursed when he didn't find it.

"Language, Harry," Lily stated with a smile, coming into his bedroom. Harry offered her a half smile before explaining that he couldn't find his wand.

"I'm sure it's around here somewhere," Lily stated, eyeing the mounds of dirty clothes scattered around Harry's room. "What do you need it for?"

"I want to go to Hogwarts. To see Gwen and Aiden," Harry replied moodily.

"Take the Floo," Lily instructed kindly. "I'll look for your wand while you're gone." Harry nodded and turned to leave when Lily took a hold of his shoulder and slowly turned him to face her. She stared at him sadly for a moment before standing on her tip toe and placing a soft kiss on his cheek.

"I love you," she whispered.

Harry took her hand and placed it upon his scar. "I know," he replied before turning on his heel and running down to the living room. He threw a fistful of Floo powder into the fireplace before jumping in and shouting out, 'Hogwarts'. The familiar rushing came over him as he tucked in his elbows. A minute later, he stumbled out of a random fireplace in the school. It took him several minutes before he realized that he could hear screams throughout the castle. Something wasn't right.

Harry took off down the familiar corridors until he came to Gryffindor Tower.

"Password?"

"Let me in, you wench!"

"How rude! You're not getting in without a password!"

"You want a password? How about I stick my wand up your…"

"Harry!" Ron had just come up behind Harry. He was clutching both Ginny and Hermione's hands. Ron's blue eyes looked up to the Fat Lady. "Thingamabob," he stated and the portrait swung open.

"Ron, what the fuck is going on?" Harry asked as he frantically climbed in after his friends. A scream sounded somewhere in the dormitories.

"He's back," Ron exclaimed, heading toward the fireplace. "You Know Who showed up at dinner. He had a wand. It looked oddly enough like yours, Harry." Ron was searching the mantle for a pot of Floo Powder.

Harry winced. "Shit."

"He killed a few people then went to the fireplace to use the Floo. He said something about a list," Ron continued, finding the pot behind a cushion of a near by chair.

"Where are my siblings?" Harry asked as the other three inched their way to the fireplace.

"They left already, I think," Ron mumbled, taking a handful of powder. "Went home." Ron threw the powder into the fire and ushered the girls in while handing Harry the jar. Harry watched them escape to the Burrow before he took some Floo Powder and returned home.

He stumbled out of the fireplace in a furry. Angry yells were coming from upstairs. He ascended the stairs two at a time before coming into the nursery. His parents, siblings, Sirius and Nick all stood at the far wall, huddled together as they glared at Voldemort in hatred.

Harry wanted to jump at Voldemort, but something stopped him. He blinked his eyes. The scene before him looked odd. It was slightly fuzzy, as if his vision was going bad by the second. Slowly, Harry came forward and joined his family. They were fading, as was the room around him. Harry reached out a hand to his father, but it went right through him. Small smiles were forming on his family's faces.

"I love you guys," Harry told them. He felt Voldemort probe his mind and he let him. Voldemort cursed as Harry turned around. Everything was just a big blur. Harry smirked. "I win," he told Voldemort. Then everything went black.

For several seconds, Harry couldn't feel anything. Then his senses came back to him. He heard birds chirping. He felt his soft mattress under him and something hard on his stomach. He opened his eyes and saw that it was early evening and that he was lying on his bed in his dormitory with an Advanced Transfiguration book on his stomach. A loud, barking laugh sounded along with the birds and it took Harry several minutes before he realized that the laugh was coming from him.

He ran from his room and into the common room where he found Hermione and Ginny sitting on a couch, studying. Hermione looked slightly tired since NEWTs were apparently right around the corner, but she didn't look like the hollow shell she was in the memories. Harry scanned the crowd for Ron.

"Who are you looking for, Harry?" Ginny asked from the couch. Harry didn't answer her. Instead, his attention was focused on the portrait hole that was opening to reveal Ron coming through, a towel around his neck after just returning from a shower. Harry broke out in a wide grin and plopped into a nearby chair.

"Are you alright, Harry?" Hermione asked, concerned.

Harry beamed at her. "I'm fucking terrific, Mione!"

Hermione gasped at his language and dropped her book.

Five Years Later…

"Moody, what are you doing in a Muggle university anyway?" Ron asked exasperatedly.

"I saw that professor in my foe glass! I saw the whites of his eyes, I'm telling you!" Moody replied with a growl as he fought against Ron and Harry's grasps. Ron looked at Harry from over Moody's head and rolled his eyes. Harry fought back a laugh as he continued to lead his old friend out of the university.

"Moody, that man was 90-years-old and half dead. I don't think he's much of a threat," Seth replied, joining the trio and handing Harry a soda. Harry had been more than shocked to find Seth at the Auror Academy. He was even more amazed when Seth had come up to Harry and introduced himself as, 'Seth McDaniel, illegitimate son of your godfather'. They've been good friends ever since.

"He tried to hit me with his cane!" Moody reasoned.

"After you tried attacking him," Ron shot back.

Harry smiled and shook his head as he returned his gaze in front of him. They were nearly out of the building when something caught his eye. A boy, about eighteen years in age, was walking toward them. He was tall and lean and was obviously a sports player by the track pants and school basketball hoodie he wore. His hands were in his pockets and a school bag on his back. He had a strong jaw, sky blue eyes, and a scowl. His ears were double pierced and his hair was jet black and messy.

The boy locked eyes with Harry as he passed him. Harry slowed his step and turned to watch the boy. The boy's head turned around and he continued to stare at Harry as well. They stared at each other for what seemed like minutes before a group of girls rounded the corner and exclaimed, 'AIDEN!' in excited tones.

The boy tore his eyes away from Harry and joined the girls. Harry was rooted to the spot and breathing heavily. He heard Ron and Moody mutter curses under their breaths. They apparently saw the resemblance too. Harry wanted to follow the boy, but; instead, he turned back around and headed toward the front door. There was no point in starting a relationship with a look alike; Harry Potter was an only child.

Fin

Last Author's Note: I've never finished a multi-chapter fic before. It feels really weird knowing that this fic is slowly going to sink to the bottom of my bio. A bit sad too. I loved this fic. It was highly enjoyable. I'm completely happy with the characters I made, completely happy with the plot, just completely happy overall. I'd just like to thank everyone who has read this fic, whether you've reviewed or not. And to my reviewers: words cannot express my gratitude. Anywho, I brought Aiden back because I love Aiden's character. It's really funny though, because when I first started writing, I was all about Nick and Aiden was just a miniature Harry in my mind. But Aiden's character just took off and demanded my respect and Nick just stepped aside. Some of you might be wondering why Aiden looks exactly the same when he obviously had parents other than Lily and James. The answer is because I wanted him too. Anywho, I guess that's it. Time for me to try to get back into Hogwarts High and try to update that as much as I did with this story.