Leaving Normal Behind by Lady Squish

In a world where Neville was claimed the Boy-who-lived and, due to Dumbledore's manipulations, harry never got his letter, our young raven grew up with his aunt and uncle. Now at 16 his world is turned upside down when the family makes a move to Washington.

Disclaimer: I am making no money off of this and as such do not mean any harm to the author, editor, ect. of Twilight or the Harry Potter series.

Pairings – Harry/Edward, Remus/Sirius, Carlisle/Esme, Alice/Jasper, Rosalie/Emmet, maybe Jacob/Bella

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Notes: Due to the timelines not quite matching up I've changed some dates. Harry was born in the year 1987, but his birthday is still July 31. Everyone else in the HP world is born accordingly.

Some of the following comes directly for Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone by J. K. Rowling.

On another note I would like to make it clear to everyone reading this that I have not plagiarized from any other author. I have recently seen an abundance of similar stories and would like to inform readers that I have been working on this story much longer than some of those have been posted. I realize that no idea can be truly unique with the number of similar stories out there.

And on that note I want to say thanks for reading and I hope you enjoy it.

Prologue

October 31, 1988

The night had been a calm and peaceful one, surprising with two small boys running around. James and Lily were proud of their little Harry who was so kind to Neville Longbottom, Alice and Frank's son, who had been invited over for the night. While both families were in hiding, the war having turned heavy and a prophecy hanging over the heads of both families, they had all agreed that it was unhealthy for either of their children to spend so much time alone without another playmate. Due to this agreement, the two families would try to get the boy's together once every couple of weeks and let them play; giving one set of parents a small break from family life.

Now, as the hours stretched toward midnight both boys were tucked safely in their beds, while Lily and James snuggled on the couch, a fire crackling cheerfully in the fireplace.

If someone had been watching what happened that night, they would have agreed that the events happened too fast for any real chance of escape. The two on the couch had leapt to their feet at the sound of the proximity alarm being breached. James had run to the door, trying to buy his wife some time as she rushed up to the nursery. Both boys who had been sleeping peacefully, had woken at the sound on the alarm now sat up in the crib sniffling from being startled. Lily ran to them buy couldn't quite reach them before the door was flung open a tall dark shadow looming in the doorway.

"No..." She whispered quietly, trying to deny to herself that this was really happening. Looking back at the tall figure she saw the raised wand and as the spell was called off tried to reach for her son.

"Harry!"

The figure didn't spare a glance to the body that now occupied the floor as he stepped further into the room. Looking into the crib he paused for a moment, briefly take by surprise that there were two children, not just the one that he expected. Then he grinned to himself and realized this just might be his lucky day. He had sent Bellatrix to deal with the Longbottom's, but now he saw that there had been no need. Oh, well. He'd let her have her fun with the parents.

Lifting his wand he looked the two children over deciding which one to deal with first, before shrugging to himself and deciding to just go on as planned. He'd kill Potter then move on to Longbottom.

The spell shot out of his wand, hitting the raven haired boy perfectly, but before a satisfied smirk could make its way onto the wizard's face the world exploded around him, dragging him into darkness.

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When Sirius came looking for his best friends, he found the two boys in the partially collapsed nursery both sniffling for a round of crying. Before even getting a chance to check that they were all right Hagrid had arrived and swept the two boys off to Hogwarts while Sirius went to search for the rat that had killed his family.

Back at Hogwarts Poppy Pompfry looked over the two boys, healing scratches here and there, while Hagrid and Dumbledore hovered in the background. Once she was done, Dumbledore looked the two over. One of these boys was supposed to be the savior of the wizarding world, but which one? It was then that he noticed...there on Neville's temple there was a jagged scar in the shape of a V. Could that be it? He looked over at Harry who had drifted off to sleep and from first look could not notice any scars. It must be. There was no other explanation; Neville was the Boy-who-lived.

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Privet Drive was dark and quiet, a low mist hung in the pre-dawn air. The quiet and very very normal area was suddenly interrupted when Albus Dumbledore appeared on the corner. With a quick rustle of his robes he pulled out a small cigarette lighter and with a flick of his wrist the street went dark. Putting the contraption away, he crossed the street and sat on a low wall just outside of Number 4 where a cat was sitting watching the old man work.

"Fancy seeing you here Professor McGonagall."

He turned to smile at the tabby but in its place was now Professor Minerva McGonagall, A rather strict looking woman with hair drawn back in a severe bun and glasses perched precariously on her nose.

The woman didn't even deem to give Dumbledore a reply, but instead cut right to the chase.

"So...are the rumors true? The Potter's....?" She let her question trail off too afraid to know the answer. Dumbledore looked down at his boots intently for a moment , before giving her a reply.

"Yes, I'm afraid so. The Longbottom's too."

"But the boys?"

"Neville has been taken in by his grandmother and Harry will come here. I've had Hagrid bring him. They should both be here soon, I should think.

"And...You-Know....Voldemort? What of him?"

"Gone I believe." but not for good, I think. Dumbledore thought to himself.

"So, which one...?" She paused not quite knowing how to phrase the question she wanted to ask.

"Mr. Longbottom seems to be the one that destroyed him. He has a scar on his temple in the shape of a V and the feel of it was very similar to a curse scar, but then both boys had that feeling to them, left over from the actual even I believe. However, seeing as Mr. Potter didn't have any markings on him, I do believe that it is Mr. Longbottom."

They both paused for a moment lost in their thoughts and mourning the loss of the past students.

"How are the muggles here related to Harry? What makes you think that they'll take him in?"

"This is Lily's sister's home." He replied pointing at Number 4. "She will have a duty to take in her nephew and I have a letter explaining everything."

"But surly.... Albus! You really can't think to leave the child here. I've been watching them for a good while and I'll tell you they're the worst sort of muggle. The child cries and screams all the time, and he kicked his mother earlier when he didn't get what he wanted and that husband of hers..."

Dumbledore held up a hand to stop her.

"Minerva, please. This is the safest place for him. While he might not be the boy-who-lived, he could still be in danger. There are many that I've heard that don't believe that it's Neville, simply because they were at the Potter's house rather than the Longbottom's. Here Harry can grow up away from all that. I'm actually starting to think that it's best if he doesn't come back to the wizarding world at all." Dumbledore admitted, with a sigh.

"Albus...how could you say such a thing?"

"The boy will always be reminded of what he's lost, if he returns. Not only that, but he will also always be in Mr. Longbottom's shadow. "

"I still don't believe that is the correct thing to do. He will need his magical education."

"It doesn't matter at the moment anyway, plus it's not our decision to make. I've left the option up to Petunia. She can choose whether Harry receives his letter when he turns of age or not."

"I still think..." But her argument was interrupted by a low rumbling noise. It grew steadily louder as they looked up and down the street searching for headlights. it swelled to a roar making them both look up...and a huge motorcycle fell out of the air and landed in front of them Hagrid astride the vast beast.

"Hagrid, finally. I thought we had lost you." Dumbledore said, relieved. It had been a very long day.

"Where did you get that motorcycle?" Professor McGonagall asked, looking at it, her lips thin in disapproval.

"Borrowed it from Sirius Black." Hagrid stated, as he pulled a bundle out from under his heave fur jacket. "I've got him right here, sir."

"Ah, lovely. No problems, then?"

"Nope, not a bit. Fell right asleep as we was flyin' over Bristol."

Nodding in reply, Dumbledore sighed before holding out his arms for the bundle.

"Well, hand him hear, Hagrid. We'd better get this over with."

The three turned together toward the house, and Dumbledore very gingerly stepped over the low garden wall and walked toward the door, He laid Harry gently on the doorstep, took the letter out of his robe and tucked it inside Harry's blankets, before turning back to the other two. Hagrid was openly bawling at the thought of leaving poor Harry with these muggles and Professor McGonagall was blinking furiously.

"Well," Said Dumbledore, "that's that. We have no business staying here. I'm going back to Hogwarts. You might as well go join the celebrations."

Nodding to each other the three departed, Hagrid on the bike, McGonagall swiftly turned back into a tabby and pranced off leaving Dumbledore the last to leave. He took out the silver gadget again and with one click Privet Drive glowed again.

He turned back one last time to look at Number 4, where he could still see the small bundle.

"Good luck, Harry." He whispered and then vanished with a small pop.

It would be years before anyone noticed the small lightning bolt shaped scar that was located right under Harry's hairline and even longer before others realized the grave mistake they had made.