𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐎𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐁𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 |𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐏𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫|

Preface

"Oh please name this one after me! Look at him, he looks like a Black!" Sirius whined as he looked at the two babies in the crib. His closest friends had been planing for Harry James, but not for his fraternal twin brother. They only trusted the Marauders to come and see them. Currently Harry was sleeping, but the other child was awake and staring at all the adults surrounding them.

"James named Harry, so i'm naming Thomas." Lily picked her son from out the crib and melted when she saw his bright green eyes.

"Thomas? That's a wanker name—"James slapped Sirius on the back of his head.

"Don't call my son a wanker, you tosser!" James exclaimed.

"You know it's not like that, Prongs! Thomas is a name for a pillock. He'll grow up and become a chav." Sirius rephrased.

"Sirius, you're mad! His name is Thomas after my Father and after Fleamont James Father." Lily explained.

"Fleamont? Even Mr. Potter hated his own bloody name—ow! What was that for, Moony!"

"Thomas Fleamont Potter. Doesn't sound bad at all." Quipped Remus after striking Sirius's arm.

"That's why you're his God Father, Remus." Lily told with a smile as she rocked Thomas to sleep.

"Th-The God father?" Remus was shocked. He thought it would go to Sirius or even Peter, but him? They would trust a werewolf to watch over their son if anything should happen?

"Shame you didn't have a triplet." Said Peter who was gazed at Harry with a solemn expression.

"Maybe the next child, wormy. I want a daughter." Replied James with a pat on wormtail's shoulder.

"Another? Not in a million years, Potter!"
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"Lily, hide the boys!" James panicked as his wife ran up the stairs and he stayed, ready to protect his family. Wandless and alone, he was about to face off the Dark Lord.

Upstairs, Lily went to the closest crib and took Thomas out of it. She hid him in the small cabinet before running to Harry to do the same. She heard a shout and a hiss, then there was silence.

She exhaled shakily. Her husband was dead.

She was close to tears as she kissed her son for the last time.

"Daddy loves you, Mummy loves you, Thomas will keep loving you..." What Lily didn't know she was conjuring up a spell, a spell so powerful it locked onto Harry tightly.

"Move aside girl, I wish not to kill you." He hissed.

"If you want to kill my son, then you kill me too." She mustered up the courage and he sneered.

"As you wish."

A/n
Chapters 1-8 need a rewrite which I may never do because it shows how much this story has grown. But, if you stick around till chapter 9, I assure you this story finds it's footing.