Author's Note: Shut up ,I know that I shouldn't be writing another story when I have so many that I need to finish, but I promise that this one will be relatively short......... just about ten to fifteen chapters dodges thrown fruit and veggies He, he sorry! Okay this is my first Harry Potter story by itself. This was inspired by a dream, so please don't my idea and if there is some one out there that had this plot before hand I promise that I hav never read your story.

Summary: Voldemort made a mistake and never attacked the Potter on Halloween night in 1981. As a result when Harry is three his mother gives birth to a baby boy on July 31, 1983. Seeing this child as the prophesied child, Dumbledore sends James, Lily, and baby Alexander into hiding. Not wanting Harry to be hurt, Lily reluctantly sends him to her sister; while staying there Harry is taken by Death Eaters as a bargaining chip for the Potters. During his stay with the Death Eaters Harry encounters a boy sealed in ice. Upon his return to his family, Harry notices that no one seems to be paying attention to him any more, no one save for a strange voice in the young Potter's head.........

Warnings: Child Abuse, Near Rape (but no rape), Child Neglect, Morbid Thoughts, Mature Themes, Language, Implied Sex (not until much later), Blood and Gore, Slash/Yaoi/ Male and Male Relationships, Het/Heterosexual/ Male and Female Relationship, Character Death, Alternate Universe

Pairings: Harry Potter/ Draco Malfoy, Sirius Black/ Remus Lupin, Lily Evans/James Potter, others to come

Spoilers: None

Disclaimers: I don't own Harry Potter and company. I am not making money off of this story, this is for pure enjoyment and experience. The plot however, does belong to me, and as such I ask that if anyone uses this plot to please give me credit. Any and all characters that are of my creation are mine, if one wants to use them please give me credit.

'Thoughts'

Emphasis

'Telepathic Communication'

Spell and/ or Flashback

"Speaking"

Parseltounge

"Who is to say what is good and what is evil? There are no such things. There are no pictures of black and white. There are only shades of grey and blood red."

It was late at night. The midnight bell had only just rung moments before. The sky was gloomy, dark clouds that held the promise of rain, howling wind that drowned out any comfort one might take from the songs of birds, and the trees swayed causing bare branches to scratch against the window.

There was a house, a modest one, in the middle of a field surrounded by woods. From the house came a cry of pain, shouts soon followed.

"Some one get the medi-witch! Lily is going into labor!"

"Get some hot water and towels! Hurry!"

"She's losing a lot of blood! Hurry Poppy!"

There was a sudden pop as a woman dressed in a medical uniform came rushing out of no where and into the house. She entered through the back door and made her way from the kitchen to the master bedroom. Without a moments hesitation she ran towards the woman who was laid out on the bed.

Three men hovered over her. The one man with midnight black hair and chestnut eyes held onto the hand of his beloved wife. She was giving birth to their second child, and it had already been a difficult pregnancy. Poppy was worried that the woman, Lily, would die from complications.

The old medi-witch shooed all the men save for the husband out of the room. Both men, Sirius Black and Remus Lupin, stood just outside of the door. Even as the door shut they could still hear the pain filled cries of their beloved friend Lily. Remus grabbed a chair from a near by room and proceeded to sit, while Sirius remained standing. The silence around them was only broken by the cries emanating from the room in front of them.

"Do you think that she will be alright Siri?" The young werewolf said suddenly, causing the other man to jump.

A confident smile lit the face of Sirius Black. "Yes Moony, I know that she will. She is as stubborn as an ox, and as strong as one as well. You'll see once this is over, we'll have another Pronglet to spoil rotten."

A less than confident smile came upon the Amber eyed man's face. "Padfoot, I know that you get tired of hearing this, but you have to believe me! Something is going to happen tonight, and I fear that it won't be something that is welcomed among us. This child will be a blessing yes, we all thought that Lily wouldn't be able to conceive another child, but there will be a payment for this blessing! I can feel it Siri!"

"Hush Remus, there is nothing to worry about. Lily will be fine, we will have another Pornglet to spoil. Every one will be happy, you'll see." A strong arm wrapped itself around the small werewolf.

"I hope you're right love. For all our sakes I hope that you are right."

"Hope that who is right, Unc' Moony?" The child's voice startled both men, causing them both to stand and point their wands at the intruder.

In the dark Corridor of the house, they could both see the silhouette of a small boy. The boy was the eldest Potter child, who had inherited his father's looks and his mother's eyes. Wild, ebony hair was toss around even more by the sleep the child must have woken up from, and wide, innocent, emerald eyes watched from behind thick frames as both men lowered their wands. The child was holding onto a pillow and blanket in fear.

"Harry! What are you doing up this late?" Remus had lowered his wand and made to pick up the boy,

"I woke up to sc-scra- yelling," the child struggled on a word before choosing another one more suitable to his young mouth, "Where's mommy?" Tears came to the boys eyes.

Another scream rattled the house, this time it was accompanied by thunder and pouring rain.

"Hush Pronglet, don't cry. Soon you will have a new baby brother or sister. Your mummy is inside her room trying to take them out." The explanation earned the young man a knock to the skull. "Ow! Moony what was that for!"

"That was for telling a child that horrid explanation!"

"Hey! I was only trying-"

Harry tuned out the rest of his uncle's fight, having heard them many times before. His child mind was trying to make sense of the current situation. His mommy was getting his new little brother or sister out of her stomach, but why was she yelling? Did it hurt? Or did she not like his new sibling?

No, that wasn't it. His mommy was the best mommy in the world. She would love any child of hers, and she would love them all equally.

Harry could remember watching his mommy cry when she thought that he wasn't looking. Was she sad about the new baby? This was the only explanation that the emerald eyed child's mind could come up with. 'Then when she comes out I will show her how much I lover her and the new baby! Then she won't be sad, and she will stop hurting.' Deciding that that wa the best solution, Harry waited patiently in his uncle's arms for his mother to return.

The screaming continued, and more yelling followed.

This continued for hours.

It wasn't until nearly noon (not that you could tell with the blackened clouds in the sky) that a new high pitch cry joined the screaming. Another cry of happiness came as James announced that the newly birthed child was a boy. The cry of joy soon became a cry of anguish as Poppy examined James' beloved, only to find her dead from complications from the birth.

The Hogwarts' nurse walked out solemnly from the room. Upon looking at the two sleeping men, who were cradling a small boy who was also asleep., the woman felt tears in her eyes. Pity welled up in her as she looked upon the boy who had just lost his mother at such a young age. Poppy knew that there was little to no chance that the boy would remember what his mother was like as he grew. A sob escaped her throat and it woke the young boy.

Wide emerald eyes blinked away the sleep. Seeing the door to his mother's room open, Harry paid no heed to the strange woman standing near it and ran into the room.

What he saw would be burned into his memory.

There upon the large bed that his parents shared, the very bed he had crawled into when ever he had had a bad dream, was his mother. She was covered in a pretty dark red color. She seemed to be sleeping, and Harry moved closer to her to wake her up. As he neared her bed he was accosted by a horrid metal smell. Crinkling his nose, the young ebony haired child noticed his father standing near the bed, looking at his mother but not seeing her.

"Daddy?" Harry called as he saw the small crying bundle in his father's arms. "Is that my new baby brother Daddy?"

James Potter couldn't hear his first born, nor could he see him. All he could see was his dead wife, and how happy she had been for this new baby, and how she had made him promise to take care of the baby if she should die. The father held his youngest son closer to his body, 'If that was her will, then I shall fulfill it. Alexander shall never be ignored as long as I am around.' It was with these thoughts that the man left the room, never knowing that his firstborn was aching for his father's attention. James Potter would never know how he left his son in the room that housed his dead and bloodied wife, he wouldn't know until much later, when it was far too late do repair any of the damage.

Green eyes watched as his father left the room without so much as a look towards the boy who owned them. Harry was confused. Had his father not heard him call for him? Harry nodded. Of course, that had to be the reason, his father would never ignore him. The young boy went to follow his father, when the door of the room was suddenly slammed shut. The young boy ran to reopen it. He jiggled the door knob.

It was locked.

Harry shook slightly, he was scared of being cage into a room by him- wait he wasn't alone! His mother was laying on the bed, He just had to climb into the bed and he would be with her.

A wide grin made its way to the boy's lips. He turned around and went back towards the gold- now stained red- bed.

As he reached his destination, Harry realized that the pretty, dark red color that his mother was covered in was actually wet. It was wet, and it smelled metallic, it was also dripping from the covers and onto the floor. But still, the young emerald eyed boy ignored it. Whatever that thing was he would deal with it after he was with his mother.

Small hands gripped the wet, slippery clothe. Harry grunted as he pulled himself above the covers and onto the bed. He didn't realize that his clothes were now covered in red, and his hands were bathed in it too. He noticed nothing put his mother who was laying still on the bed. Her beautiful, fiery, red hair was spilled around her head, like a the halo to one of those angels that she had told her son about before. Lily's pale skin seemed even paler for some odd reason, and Harry noticed that her chest wasn't moving up and down like it usually did while she slept.

"Mommy, wake up mommy! Come 'n see the new baby with me!" Harry said happily.

His mommy didn't respond.

"Come on mommy, I know how sad you are, but 's okay. I love you mommy!" Harry leaned in and gave his mother a kiss on her cheek.

He pulled back instantly. Her cheek was so cold! It was like ice!

"Why are you so cold mommy?" Harry's young mind couldn't comprehend why his mother wasn't talking to him. He couldn't understand why she was so cold, he couldn't understand why she wasn't breathing. And just what was that red stuff-

Then it finally clicked in the three year old's mind.

The red stuff, it was blood.

She wasn't breathing.........

She was so cold.........

She wasn't talking to him.........

She was dead.

Sirius Black held onto his best friend as he walked away from the room. James was holding on to the baby in his arms like a lifeline. The stag Animagus murmured every once in a while a few nonsense words to his new bon son. In one of rants, Sirius had found out that Lily had named the golden eyed baby Alexander.

Sirius and Remus had led James to another room, in hopes of returning him to his mind. Madame Pomfrey had left only minutes before, mumbling something about getting the Headmaster and telling him the news about the new birth.

"Come on James, come with us to the nursery. We can talk there." Sirius gently pushed the shocked man down the hallway.

"N-no Padfoot, Al-Alex has to be fed, yes he does. Lily should feed him." The Potter patriarch was shaking hard, barely managing to keep the baby in his arms still.

"Hush Prongs, hush. You'll see your little flower eventually, but now is the time to be with your son and friends." This time it was Remus who was pulling the slightly insane man into a room on the opposite side of the house.

"Y-y-yes, every t-thing will b-be okay. W-won't it Alex? I-I'll t-take good care of you. J-just like m-my flower wanted, W-we'll b-be family."

A family............

Bright, emerald, eyes were wide in fear. Harry's mother –his­ mother- was dead. Here she was, laying in a pool of her own blood.

Harry might have been young, but he had been reading since he was two (with some help from his parents), and he knew what happened to people who had the misfortune of dying. They were placed in the ground, and dirt was poured on them. They don't breathe and they don't talk. They don't laugh and they don't cry. People cried for them, because of them yes, Harry had seen many people cry over people who died because of an 'old wart'.

For people who died, there were no princes who would come and rescue them, there as no magic spell that brought them back, and there was no life for them. They were just dead, and their loved ones would be alone.

Harry would be alone.

"NO! Please mummy! Please don't die!" The young wizard's hands fisted a handful of his mother's night gown. "I dun wan you ta leave! Please! Pwease!" Harry's speech became distorted as his despair grew. Sobs tore from his throat.

How horrible this was!

Here a young boy would grow without the mother that he so desperately craved, his mother had been the center of his world (like the world of most three year olds), and now she had been snatched up by death's cold hands!

'No. HE CAN'T HAVE HER!' Emerald eyes darkened to an almost black/ green. Pupils disappeared and the white in young Harry's eyes clouded into red. "Give her back." The voice out of his mouth was much older than he. "Give her back! She is not yours to take, not yet! Give her back!!"

Harry Potter's entire body was bathe in a brilliant green light, not unlike that of the killing curse. The light swirled around him for a moment before leaving him and wrapping itself around the dead woman, bringing forth new life into her.

Drowsy eyes watched as the woman arched her back as she took a greedy gasp of air. So startled by the sudden movement of the once dead woman, Harry fell off the bloodied bed and onto the floor. Lily Potter began to scream out, the reason why was lost to Harry.

He had brought his mother back, why would she be screaming? Did she want to leave? The emerald eyed child hoped this was not the case. His mother was precious to him, and he was certain that she would precious to the new baby. Tears once again flowed down the boy's face, turning a red-orange color as they mixed with the blood that tainted the innocent face.

"My baby! Where is my baby!" A melodious voice screeched out.

His mother wanted her baby? Harry's mother had been calling him baby for all of his short life, that he had gotten himself confused with his baby brother.

As Harry began to move toward the wailing woman, the grand door to the room was shot open. Harry's father and two uncles came forth from the door.

Breathing hard, and going unnoticed, Harry hid in the shadows of a far corner in the golden room. His family was scaring him. He had brought back his mother, but they seemed to be forgetting him. His mother had reached out to her husband to take the small bundle in his arms. She was shaking as much as her husband.

She was speaking about how she had seen her new baby boy, with his red hair and golden eyes, calling to her to come back. Lily's new son had told her that he wasn't ready to part with her yet, and not being able to deny her son, the mother of two came back.

Wide, gem like eyes watched as tears of happiness were cried. His uncles and parents hugged each other. Speaking about in hushed voices ( as not to wake the sleeping Alexander) about the miracle that the boy was. They spoke about how it was he, baby Alexander who had brought Lily back.

Emerald cried clear tears as they watched from the shadows as the happiness unfold.

That's how it would be for many years to come.

Harry Potter would be showered in shadows, while his family bathed in the light.

Author's Note: Okay that is it for this chapter. Please Review as this is my first Harry Potter story standing on its own, and this is only my second slash.

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