Harry Potter and the Alternative Universe

Disclaimer: I do not own anything related to the books by Mrs. Rowling, kay?

Pairing: I am a strict Draco/Harry fan meaning that Draco tops Harry kay?

A/N: By the way all of the people in this story are most likely from Britain unless I state otherwise and the time zone is roughly 1700 or 1800 but the exact date I don't think will matter and if it does I'll make sure it's stated clearly later on.

Summary: AU, non-magic, SLASH DM/HP (Draco is top), parody of the Swiss Family Robinson story and the Tarzan story. 'Her husband, James, was gone, killed one year ago by the savage wild, leaving her and her baby to fend for themselves. But she couldn't go on anymore. She was weak and terrified. The gods were smiting her and her family. It was the only reason for so much bad luck to fall on the Potter name in such a short span of time.'

Chapter 1: Prologue

'It's ok baby, my precious Harry. You'll live a wonderful life here, I know you will manage...I just know you will. You've always been such a strong little boy.' A beautiful woman smiled down at her bundle, breathing hard in terror. Her husband, James, was gone, killed one year ago by the savage wild, leaving her and her baby to fend for themselves. But she couldn't go on anymore. She was weak and terrified. The gods were smiting her and her family. It was the only reason for so much bad luck to fall on the Potter name in such a short span of time.

But it was her fault and she knew it. She wanted a new life one where the arms of the great government couldn't reach them. A quiet place to raise her family her own way without the smog of the city clouding their eyes, or the looming threat of a draft that would have taken her husband away from her…that would have taken Harry if he weren't but an innocent baby.

Her husband agreed and they both set off to a new home, a new place to call their own. If only she knew the disaster that had been in their path. Their boat was caught during a terrible storm and hit the rock outcropping of this very island. She had gotten her wish…for a deadly price. Now she was trapped and she was dying.

The fever had taken hold of her only two months after James's death while she huddled in the makeshift shelter he had built, protecting young Harry against the sweltering storm that had been brewing for what seemed like ages. Now ten months later she could no longer hold onto life. Could no longer protect her young one who could not fend for himself either. He would die along side her and that scared her more then her impending death.

"I love you Harry Potter. Don't fear…never fear what the world throws at you. You always need to open your arms…and embrace it…with all…your heart." Her voice was barely a whisper, her throat was closing up on her, her skin was ashen and her eyes felt stiff. Cruel fate, life was…it granted her a beautiful family and a chance to live happily and then there was a sudden death that took it all away.

Her eyes grew heavy, her breath short in her chest but the eyes of her baby kept her alive for just one second more. What she and James had created together was the most beautiful thing she had ever known could exist…it was too horrible that she couldn't see more of his future. With her last breath she breathed her I love you's one more time before inevitably giving into the black. Her last thought was at least she now knew there was no bright light at the end of the tunnel…strangely it comforted her.

An old man, withered by age and most likely harsh weather, stepped out of the brush, absently wiping away a tear. It was too late for the mother that much he was for certain, but the baby was still alive. Gently he extracted the bundle from the dead mother's arms and smiled down at the cooing baby who seemed oblivious of the death that surrounded him. He would care for the baby as if he were his own. For fifty years he had been trapped on this godforsaken island without ever knowing that others roamed it. Fifty years of solitude. Of talking to himself to keep the madness at bay…but now he had a purpose…a friend…a son.