New Life needed

Prologue

"James! What the fucking HELL are you doing?!" Remus yelled with good reason. He had just walked ion to witness his 'friend' whipping his five-year-old son Harry. James frowned and whipped his eldest son's bare backside.

"He deserved it." James claimed calmly. Remus stared in shock.

"What could a pup have possibly have done to deserve this?" He looked at the nude, bloodied, scared body of the boy. Harry was crying, tears mingling with the blood on his face. James' frown deepened. He didn't like half-breeds questioning him.

"He ignored Tommy. Tommy was upset; after all, Tommy deserves the attention because he is special, he did get rid of Lord Voldemort.

Remus was about to retort and yell at the abuser in front of him. A child was a precious gift, not a whipping boy. But he closed his mouth, realising Harry was not going to get much love from his parents, so he would be there to do that job. He backed away and waited for James to finish so he could heal Harry. A few weeks later Remus was still there for Harry, after a spell was cast, to help and heal him, but every time it hurt Remus badly but he continued to help all he could.

Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

"Sybil, could I use some of your tealeaves please, I need some for the heat potion." Professor Severus Snape drawled.

"The time is coming" Sybil Trelawney answered. Snape furrowed his eyebrows and Headmaster Dumbledore entered.

"What are you talking about woman?"

"The child raised in and by darkness is rising more powerful

The mistake will be revealed with Jupiter,

The boy will face his destiny as a man

The darkness that raised him will have succeeded

The boy will know love and cherish it

The first one of the womb is Amoret's son returned

Be aware of him

Hurt by the different child, the womb and the other he will retaliate

Blessed by the Dark One he will join

Unless love of his parents is returned."

With that Sybil fainted.

7 years later, Potter Manor attic.

Harry sat in the cold, bare attic by himself. Outside it was warm and sunny and Harry could see his little brother Tommy and his parents sitting in the garden laughing. Harry had been stuck up in the attic for 3 years with little human contact. Remus owled over to his room as much as he could, which was plenty. Harry smiled. He adored the werewolf who loved him. If the Potter's didn't have such a brilliant reputation Harry would have been out in a second. But that wasn't the case and Remus was in no position to adopt him due to the werewolf laws.

Suddenly, Harry heard a noise he hadn't heard in a long time. The attic trap door opened! Harry felt hope flood his heart, did his parents love him again? Harry got up from the spot and ran into the inter-joining room and saw a man, not his father, but recognisable all the same, going through some boxes.

"Uncle Padfoot!" Harry squeaked and as Sirius turned round he saw a little raven-haired boy run up and hug him. Sirius put his arms around his Godson in shock. Lily and James had said Harry was dead! Sirius tried to figure out how old Harry most likely was now. 13? 14? It didn't matter, his prongslet was back! But, what was he doing up here anyway? He knelt down by the only four-foot high boy.

" Harry, what on earth are you doing up here?" Harry's face fell slightly as he frowned.

" Mother and Father don't love me anymore. Not since Tommy was born. They said I was a good for nothing squib and I am going to go to hell. So Father locked me up here. But I found lots of Mother and Father's old spell books so I practised magic while I was up here, look! Lookus timaniou!" Harry's hair changed to blue. "Finite incantum!" It turned back to black.

Sirius stared open mouthed. The boy was a magical miracle! Only Merlin himself could cast wandless magic and even he was restricted to simple first year spells. Sirius decided on a spilt decision to use legitimacy on Harry, just to find out his level. He was shocked by what he saw, contraire to the normal whirlwind of memories on normally encountered, Harry's thoughts were well organised, but the memory of James hitting him and Remus' help struck firm in Sirius' mind. He was shocked at James' behaviour. On a whim he summoned the first-born son Potter heirlooms and apparated to his humble home with Harry in tow.