93A/N I'm back! I know it's been really really long since I updated but I banned myself from going on the site at all for the whole season of lent. And then when lent started I was on vacation in Jamaica with no computer, so, now I'm back. Plus I've been spending all my time on Pottermore. Anything that you recognize I do not own.
To the compliants about the naming of Harry's twin, I have decided to change his name, It is now, Albus SIrius Potter.
Nearly ten years had passed since the Potter's had been targeted by Voldemort. But Godric's Hollow hadn't really changed at all. The sun rose on the same white fence, and lit up the brass letters that spelled Potter on the door; it crept into the living room, which was exactly the same as it had been on the night when Mr. Potter had tried to fight Voldemort. Only the photographs on the mantelpiece really showed how much time had passed. Ten years ago, there had been lots of pictures of what looked like a large pink beach ball wearing different-colored bonnets – but Albus Potter was no longer a baby, and now the photographs showed a large red-haired boy riding his first bicycle, on a carousal at the fair, playing with a toy wand with his father, being hugged and kissed by his mother. The room held no sign at all that another boy lived in the house, too.
Yet Harry Potter was still there, asleep at the moment, but not for long. His mother was awake and it was her voice that made the first noise of the day.
"Albus, get up, you don't want to be late for your special day." Of course. It was Albus's birthday. How could Harry forget? After all, it was his birthday too. Today was Albus's big day! Every year his parents invited 15 of their closest friends. Usually Harry would have to stay and watch his family celebrate his brothers birthday without him, but this year, with Albus getting his Hogwarts letter, there would be so many people there he could probably escape to his room.
Maybe Neville would join him. Neville did make good company, even if he rarely talked. Maybe Ginny, Fred and George would come too. Those were the only Weasly's Harry could stand. And Arthur and Molly, as long as Molly wasn't smothering her kids. Ron was Albus's best friend; but Harry didn't like to think of them.
Breakfast was sure to be an interesting feat. He briefly wondered if today would be one of those days were his mom and dad remembered him. Harry didn't hold on to that thought, though, because with today being his brother's birthday, there was almost no chance of him being recognized.
Which was why Harry was completely surprised when he heard his mother's voice call, "You too, Harry. Your letter will be arriving soon."
Harry knew better than to expect her to pay any more attention after that. She always ended up forgetting. But it still hurt every time she did, even if he expected it. Harry knew it wasn't her fault, Albus was a handful, but sometimes he just wished that she would pay more attention. James walked passed Harry's room and said, "Happy Birthday, squirt." Harry almost thought that he was talking to him, but then he saw that Albus was awake and walking past his dad.
Walking downstairs, Harry saw his family gathered at the table. There was an empty seat next to Lily, so Harry reluctantly sat down. The whole breakfast Harry kept waiting for his parents to ignore him, but it never happened. And Albus wasn't happy.
"So, Mom, what did you get me for my birthday? Are those presents mine?" Lily smiled and nodded, looking at the giant pile of presents in the corner.
"And Harry, your presents are right over…" Lily frowned and looked around. "Hmmmm…. Harry sweetie, I'm sure they're here somewhere." And there it was. They had forgotten to get him a present. Again.
"It's okay. I'll just go back to my room now." Harry tried to keep the disappointment out of his voice. His mom frowned, looking troubled.
"Aren't you going to finish your breakfast?" She seemed to actually care. Harry tried not to think about that though, it only made it hurt more when they forgot.
'I'm sure mom."
When Lily looked ready to protest James said," let the kid go. He said he's done." Turning back to Albus, James was already starting to forget Harry. Lily nodded hesitantly, and Harry ran back to his room where they couldn't see him cry.
A/N: That was short, but I was just trying to show that Lily and James did love Harry, they just sometimes got so wrapped up in Albus's fame they forgot him. I would like naohter 3 reviews.