So its been a while but I finally got over my period without any idea where to lead this story. So here's the next chappie!

Harry Potter was born late in July, to a pair of loving parents with a fun loving godfather and a werewolf uncle. In this life there was no prophecy that caused the young Harry Potter tragedy instead, he grew up to be a well adjusted in a home far away from his Aunt Petunia, Uncle Vernon, and Cousin Dudley Dursley.

Then came the day of his Hogwarts letter, the child was excited to finally be going to the school his parents considered a second home.

And so while buying the school requirements at Diagon Alley, he was left at Madam Malkin's to get his uniform fitted when he encountered the young and arrogant Malfoy heir.

After a terse conversation between the pair, Harry soon left to see his parents speaking to a muggle couple with their muggleborn daughter, Hermione Jean Granger. As the adults talked among themselves he soon found himself discussing with his soon to be schoolmate about the finer points of the three different houses, Gryffindor, Lily, and Slytherin.

The girl, Hermione, spoke of wishing to be a part of House Lily as that were the house that many of the greatest, if eccentric, wizards and witches were sorted. He found the himself telling Hermione about how his father was the first of his family to be a member of House Lily and his mother almost being one as well.

After speaking of the finer points of each house, Gryffindor with their Bravery, Slytherin with their Cunning, and Lily with their Eccentricity.

The adults watching the pair of children smiled glad that their child already had a friend for when they arrived at Hogwarts.