|The Forgotten Child
Author: shampoo147 PM
Harry was a forgotten little boy in the Potter Manor. The work of an odd mentor is enough for Harry to trod dangerous paths; hardly by his own will.Rated: Fiction T - English - Harry P. - Chapters: 12 - Words: 22,888 - Reviews: 315 - Favs: 283 - Follows: 543 - Updated: 12-24-09 - Published: 06-03-07 - id: 3573528
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Shampoo147: Wow, I finally got finished redoing the first chapter. I'm sorry, but, well, I just felt that I bashed the Potters too much, I'm supposed to be neutral during the story, you know.
Ayame: Listen, this is the only time we're going to say this for the entire story, WE OWN NOTHING. NOT THE CHARACTERS, IDEAS, OR WORLD. WE DON'T OWN ANYTHING. NOTHING NOTHING NOTHING!!!!!
Mittens: Please enjoy the story!
Shampoo147/Ayame: OH MY GOD! MITTENS, YOU'RE ALIVE!
-Mittens is now being smothered by Shampoo147 and Ayame.-
"James, today's the day!" Lily Potter-nee-Evans shouted to her husband as they got ready for their daughter's birthday. Everything had to be perfect.
Upon hearing that, the very birthday girl walked in and smiled, showing a row of newly acquired mature teeth. She had flowing red hair, her mother's auburn hair, falling down in curly cascades down her back. She had her father's warm hazel eyes, and soft freckles coating her nose (Lily had assured her that they would go away, they ran in the Evans line) and soft, brown skin. The skin of a girl who would much rather be flying, or running in the woods than reading in her room.
"Oh, Rosy, you weren't supposed to be up for another few hours!" Lily exclaimed upon seeing her youngest child before they were ready for her party.
"Today's my birthday, I'm supposed to be up at the first possible moment!" Rosy explained as she jumped on her toes for her presents.
At this, Lily smiled at her over-energetic daughter. Filled with such childlike care, only seeing her presents and the quick joys.
And with such child's energy.
(It won't last forever)
Quickly, Lily shook her head and shivered, her war days still echoed in her subconscious.
"Hey, my little girl!" James proclaimed as he picked her up and twirled her around. She giggled and shouted, "Daddy! Today I get a lot of presents!" She cried gleefully.
"YES! It's today isn't it? I forgot!" James said, pulling on a poor serious face.
"DADDY!" Rosy exclaimed, scandalized.
"Oh, well, I suppose that's the reason your mother is putting up all of these decorations! I'll make it up to you by taking you flying on your new broomstick!" James cried in a playfully 'needing to please' tone. Rosy smiled and nodded enthusiastically.
James flicked a quick smile at Lily and took his hyper daughter (Who let her have chocolate this early in the morning?) out to go play Quidditch before her party.
Lily smiled as she turned back to the stairs, startled to see her son on top of the stairs, smiling as he jumped the steps down.
"Dylan! How many times have I told you to never jump down those stairs like that!?" Lily cried in both laughter and a mother's fretting.
"Ah, mom, I had to come down early so I can wish my little sister a happy birthday!" Dylan cried with a bright smile,
"Is she having a new broom, like I did on my birthday?" Dylan asked selflessly.
"No, sorry, honey, I know you wanted to have some more competition on your quidditch games, but that broom was very expensive, and it was for a limited time. Your sister got a Purple Dragonfly, that's a very good broom for a girl like her, though, I hope that's okay." Lily said, smiling softly to her son, he needed something to challenge him so much.
"Oh, I was hoping that my sister would finally provide some challenge in quidditch, you know, since I'm better than her, but maybe if Dad taught her more pointers on these things . . ." he trailed off, knowing what his mother would say now.
"Sweetie, you know that you don't have much time to play, anyway. Your training doesn't allow that much time for play. I'm sorry, but you have already sacrificed so much to meet the final battle of Voldemort." Lily said with a faltered smile.
Dylan gave a humorless smile and said, "That's right, I know, Mom. I'm the boy-who-lived. I was giving hopeful wishing out loud."
Lily smiled sadly as she said, "Don't worry, Sweetie, after the party, I promise all of us will play Quidditch with you." At this promise, Dylan brightened considerably as he nodded. It was difficult to be the boy-who-lived, but it was worth it. He sacrificed so much, but he also got so much in return. He got tons of presents on his birthday, the press was constantly trying to veer for his attention, and everyone (But Death Eaters and Lord Voldemort) loved him. He was constantly adored and cherished, but he also went under intensive training, and knew that it would be up to him if the Wizarding World survived Voldemort when he returned.
No child had it worse off, or better, than he.
The party was a hit. Rosy got a new broom from her father and a deluxe prankster's kit from her Uncle Padfoot. Her Uncle Remus had gotten her a rather nice picture book, but she understood that he had very little money to spend on them, so she had been happy with that.
It was another wonderful birthday to put into the scrapbook.
Come to think of it, they haven't done anything but stuff pictures into the scrapbook.
After their promised Quidditch match, Lily dragged the others inside and, after fixing them all a cup of hot chocolate, she pulled out the old scrapbook and put the pictures aside as she opened it.
"Whatchya doing?" Sirius asked from his place on the couch, having pushed James off of the best seat and claiming it for himself.
"I'm cleaning out the scrapbook. It's a mess, so I'm organizing through the old pictures we have in here." Lily replied as she sat on the floor so she could have better access to the book on the coffee table without hurting her back. "Dylan, Rosy, you want to help Mommy?" she inquired innocently as she opened the book. The two were quick to scramble over and look at the pictures.
Rosy was first to giggle as she proclaimed, "Oh, Mommy, you don't look any different from this picture!" while pointing to the picture of the Potters' wedding day.
Lily smiled at her daughter and said in a motherly flattered voice, "Oh, Rosy, thank you."
Rosy smiled and pointed to her father as she cried, "Oh, but Daddy, you didn't have those white hairs then?" in surprise. James flushed and started to fluster while the others laughed.
Growling, James grabbed the scrapbook from the coffee table and looked at it, all the while crying, "I don't have white hair!"
Lily smirked and said, "Well, James, if you do have white hairs, you wouldn't see it in a picture that's eleven years old." James growled as Remus and Sirius roared with laughter, and his children smirked at him.
As they worked through the book, Lily suddenly frowned. "James, have we ever had another boy?"
James, startled, looked up and said, "No, Lily, if we had another kid, would we forget about them?" as if she was slow.
Lily looked up and pointed to the picture she was looking at. It was the day Dylan was born, but Lily was not only holding a flaming haired child, but another boy who looked like he took after James, and also had brilliant green eyes. James gasped and groped to the memories just floating through his subconscious, but it was too elusive for him.
Remus leaned over and looked at the picture while Sirius tried to calm James and the kids tried to soothe their mother.
"Blinky." Remus said softly. When Lily and James had gotten married, they had all of the house elves magic tied to Remus and Sirius, so the house elves served them as well as they served the Potters.
There was a 'pop' and Blinky poofed into the room and bowed to them, "Can Blinky help Masters?"
Remus held out the picture and tapped the unknown boy as he asked, "Blinky, do you know who this is?"
Blinky glanced at the picture before nodding and saying, "Oh, yes, Blinky knows who baby is! It is Master Harry! Sir Dylan's twin brother!" Lily promptly fainted. Remus cleared his throat and asked, "Blinky, do you think you can find . . . Harry and bring him here?" Blinky nodded and was gone with a 'poof.'
James held Lily, trying to wake her up while Sirius played with the little ones, trying to keep their minds off of the new problem that has arisen. Remus shivered and sat back in his armchair, trying to properly collect himself.
There's such a sad love
Deep in your eyes
A kind of pale jewel
Open and closed
Ayame: Quit singing!
There's such a fooled heart
Beatin' so fast
In search of new dreams
A love that will last
Within your heart
I'll place the moon
Within your heart
As the pain sweeps through,
Makes no sense for you.
Every thrill is gone.
Wasn't too much fun at all,
But I'll be there for you-ou-ou
As the world falls down.
Ayame: Urgh! –throws hands up in disgust-
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