A/N: JKR owns Harry Potter and everything to do with Harry Potter. Also, please remember that the first couple of chapters follows' with Brother: The Adventures of Ewan Potter. However, there are little changes in each chapter to make you want to read it.

Chapter 1

It was Halloween night. In a little village called Godric's Hollow resided a little family of four. The father, James was telling his two sons a very scary story about a vampire who was sucking people's blood. His wife, who was not approving of such stories for 3 year old, Ewan, and 1 year old, Harry.

"James, I don't think..." but she was soon cut off by her husband.

"Oh Lily, come on their not babies." whining like a little boy, asking, no begging his wife to let him finish the story.

Ewan definitely didn't think he was a baby at all. After all, he was going to be turning four in December. 'Only Harry's the baby' he thought.

"Mummy, can Daddy please finish the story, I AM going to be four really, really, really soon, please." He started to show his "puppy dog" face. No one can beat his "puppy dog" face, not even his uncle Sirius who could turn himself INTO a dog.

Harry giggled seeing his older brothers face, and his daddy AND brother begging his mummy. He may have been one years old, but he wasn't stupid. After a few seconds of silence, Ewan got a bad feeling. He looked towards the front door, there was definitely something coming.

"Daddy, bad man coming." he said, scared.

James looked to his son. "What? Who's coming?"

"Bad man." Ewan whispered.

"Lily, take the boys and run!" he said trying desperately while pulling his wand out of his back pocket.

Lily, who was scared, no terrified, knew she had to be strong and brave for her boys. She picked up Harry and grabbed Ewan's hand and rushed them up the story. Ewan, who always felt braver with his stuffed lion, pushed his hand away from his Mother grasp and bolted towards his room.

"NO, EWAN" she yelled trying to block the tears that threatened to fall.

Ewan throw open his bedroom door and slammed it shut. Then he grabbed his lion from is bed and threw himself under it.

Meanwhile, in the living room...

The doorway blasted open, as soon as Lily reached the top of the stairway. Through the threshold stood the one and only, Lord Voldemort himself.

"Stay away from my family, Voldemort!" yelled James, hiding the mounting fear.

"Stand aside, boy!" said Voldemort with sneer on his face, praising his soon-to-be defeat of the Potter Family.

"NEVER!" yelled James his heart started beating faster and faster.

"Then die." Voldemort raised his wand; James barley said anything before Voldemort yelled "AVADA KADAVRA!"

A bright flash of green and James Potter was dead on the ground. Voldemort then proceeded up the stair way. Light was pouring out of one of the rooms, so he blasted open the door. As he entered, he saw the mudblood wife of the dead Potter.

"Take me instead, don't take my boys" she said in a whisper through the tears falling down her face.

Voldemort laughed a cruel evil laugh. Harry sensing his mother fear started crying also.

"Please, no" She begged, "Please...".

"Move girl, I don't want you." he said.

"Not my boy's!" she cried, but stayed in front of baby Harry.

"Then you will die along with your family. AVADA KADAVRA!" He said angrily. Lily Evans Potter was dead before she even hit the ground.

Voldemort stepped over her body, pointed his wand at the little one year old and said the curse that killed his parents, and will after the baby is dead, kill his brother. Yet as the green flash came out, it failed to kill its target and instead hit Voldemort. His scream penetrated the air, and his soul fled the scene.

Ewan, now hearing nothing, crawled out of from under his bed, and out of his room, he walked slowly to the stairway and descended them. Upon reaching the landing, he saw his Daddy, laying there on the ground, with his eyes closed. It reminded him of his cat who got hit by a car and passed. His Daddy was dead and he knew it, he figured that his Mummy and brother must be died too. He became very scared.

"Mummy? Daddy..." he cried. "MUMMY! DADDY! Don't leave me!" His tears and cries were heard to know one, his heart threaten to explode, he couldn't breath, he was crying. 'Be brave, be tough' he remembered his daddy saying.

All of a sudden there was a loud crashing noise, 'The roof is falling!' he thought. He did the one thing he could think of, 'run!' He ran from the house, down the street, until he couldn't run no more. He sat down, and the black oblivion claimed him.

***

When Ewan woke, he found himself on nice, soft bed. He looked around; he remembered this as a hospital. A happy looking nurse walked up to his bed.

"Ah, there lad, good morning. How're yeh feeling, hon?" she asked while looking him over.

"Fine" his Mother and Father always told him not to talk to strangers.

"Are you hungry?" she said in a perky voice.

"No" he said quietly, shaking his head 'A bit, scared? Yes. Hungry? No.' he

thought.

"Thirsty?" she said with a little more force.

"No" he said while shaking his head again.

"Do you know where yeh are?" thinking he might be just a lost little boy.

"Yes, a hospital" he responded in barely a whisper

"Do you know why yeh here?" she said holding her breath a bit. Ewan shrugged and shook his head.

"You were found in the streets by a police officer last night, he brought you here". Ewan suddenly remembered the story of vampires, the evil man, the green flashes of light, and his Daddy ... that was... dead. His eyes grew wide with fear. There was a soft knock on the door. A lady, who turned out to be a social worker, and a man who looked like a muggle police officer came in.

"Hi," said the Police Officer, "What's your name, kiddo?"

"Ewan" he mumbled, blinking back the tears. "You a bobby?"

"Yeah, Ewan, I'm a Bobby." said the officer.

"What's your full name, Ewan?" asked the social worker, while taking out a pad of paper and pen.

"Ewan Evan Potter" he said quietly

"And Mr. Potter where do you live?" she said, in a tone that reminded him of in Aunt Petunia, whom he only met a few times before Harry was born.

"In England" he said because he couldn't exactly remember, he never went outside the neighborhood.

The police officer had to hide a laugh, 'In England' he thought, 'the kid's good'. The social worker, who didn't seem pleased, continued.

"How old are you Ewan?" she said with a bored voice

"I'll be four in December." his eyes lighting up with pride.

"Why were you out in the streets last night?"

Eyes growing scared and downcast again, "I got scared because of the evil man", head hung low.

The social worker nodded her head then turned and left the room, the police officer followed her.

"So what will happen to the boy?" he asked "I can take him in till you find his family, my wife and I are foster parents, and we don't have any kids now so we can take him."

"Alright" she said handing him some papers. "He all yours, if you need anything my phone number is on the papers"

"Thanks."

A year had past with no word on any family. The police officer, Jon, and his wife, Lara, loved Ewan, they thought about adopting him, but Ewan had always said that his Uncle Remus and Uncle Sirius would come for him. They had searched for his so-called Uncles but they never came. Jon and Lara finally adopted soon-to-be five year old Ewan.

Meanwhile, the Wizardry World grieved the loss of the Potters: James, Lily, and their oldest son Ewan. Their youngest son, Harry had defeated the dark Lord Voldemort.

Albus Dumbledore, Headmaster at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry had left Harry at his mother's sister's house. His Aunt, along with her husband and son, were now his only living relatives.

Still many mysteries surrounded the Potters murders. For one, why did Voldemort attack the Potter family, two, what happened to the oldest boy's remains, and three, how was Harry able to survive the Killing curse that never failed with only a lighting bolt scar on his forehead? No one thought these questions would be answered, except one.

Dumbledore was the only one to believe that Ewan may also be alive. The wizardry people moved on though, life continued. Though everyone was now lifting their glasses and saying 'Thank you to the Potter family'