Summary: What if Harry knew Hermione before his parent's death? Smart Harry and Powerful Harry. H/Hr pairing, Weasely/Dumbledore bashing and M rated later on. This is my first fanfic.

Key: "Speech", 'Thoughts', §Parseltongue§

A/N: Hey guys, I know it's been awhile (almost 3 years) and I'm sorry for not continuing. It was my first year in High school when I wrote this then I got distracted with my responsibilities and kinda forgot about it. Whenever I saw that you guys followed ,faved, or reviewed, it made me feel guilty that I hadn't continued. So I decided I'd try to. I'm going into my senior year so I'm going to be worrying about colleges and life, so I can't promise regular updates. When I can I'll post a new chapter as soon as possible. Thank you to all that have supported me and for the new people that came to find this little fanfic. You gave me some much needed inspiration. I decided to rewrite the first chapter since it had plenty of errors. And so I would like to give credit to Nessie , Hi12, and Reader for helping me with those errors in the reviews. I really appreciate it. But enough of my jabbering, on with the story.

Disclaimer: I do not own anything

It was a cool July summers night and a small group of people in a St. Mungo's Pregnancy Ward are surrounding a young red-headed woman with emerald-green eyes laying down on a hospital bed.

Next to her was a her husband with messy black hair and light brown eyes that showed through his glasses . Holding her hand as she squeezes it in pain, to the point where he thought she might break it.

"It hurts James." She exclaimed screaming in pain.

"I know love, but you have to keep pushing." James encouraged worriedly.

"I can see the head." the nurse announced.

"Come on Lily, were almost there." James said anxiously.

After a couple more pushes and curses later, the room is filled with the sound of a baby crying.

The baby has a small patch of black hair like his father and a pair of startling emerald-green eyes like his mother.

"It's a boy." the nurse cooed with a soft smile, as she cut the umbilical cord.

Cleaning him with a few spells and wrapping him in a blue blanket, the nurse hands the baby boy to his father.

"Look Lily, he has your eyes." James exclaimed with joyful tears, cradling the little boy in his arms.

Sirius walks up to James, "But he looks like a miniature version of you Prongs."

James chuckles rocking the little one gently, "Yes he does."

Sirius smiles looking over at Lily, "So Lils, have either of you thought of a name for the little Pronglet?"

"Well..." Lily started catching her breathe, looking at James, "I was thinking Hadrian, Hadrian James Potter, Harry for short. What do you think dear?" Lily inquired tiredly.

"I think that's perfect, love." James said happily as he hands Harry over to his exhausted wife. "Harry James Potter, that has a nice ring to it." He grins, turning to Sirius.

"Hey um Padfoot, Lily and I were wondering if you'd like to be Harry's Godfather?"James asked looking from Lily to Sirius.

"Really? You want me to be his Godfather?" Sirius said hopefully.

James smiles, "Of course Padfoot, you're a brother to me with everything, but blood and we want you to be a part of our son's life."

"Well if you're sure, then I would be honored." Sirius said proudly.

"Great. Now I, Lord James Potter hereby claim Lord Sirius Orion Black to be the Godfather to my son Hadrian James Potter so mote it be." James declared with his wand raised.

"And I, Lord Sirius Orion Black is hereby honored to accept the role of being Hadrian James Potter's Godfather so mote it be." Sirius said excitedly with his wand raised and a soft glow surrounds them symbolizing their magic accepting the vow.

James grins then turns to the other two men in the room, "Moony and Worm tail we want you two to be a part of Harry's life as well. Would you guys like to be Harry's uncles?" James asked.

"Well I can't speak for Peter, but I would love to be Harry's uncle if you want me to." Remus says sheepishly.

"I would also like to be Harry's uncle." Peter smiles shyly.

Harry's POV

As I'm taken away from my mother's warmth, I immediately am blinded by the light in the room. The pain from the sudden brightness makes me start to cry as my umbilical cord is cut, I'm cleaned and wrapped in a blanket being handed to my father.

I keep my eyes closed too tired to do much else, curling up slightly enjoying the warmth from the blanket.

Meanwhile, in a house somewhere in Crawford, London was a little girl who looked no more than one with wild curly brown hair and deep brown eyes. She sat being read to on her mother's lap,as her mother rocks gently in a rocking chair, next to the little girl's crib.

The little girl however then suddenly starts crying from the feeling of pain in her eyes.

Emma stops her rocking, looking down at her daughter concerned, "What's wrong Hermione?"

Hermione doesn't respond continuing to cry on her mother's lap.

Emma gently picks her up, standing holding Hermione gently. "Shhh it's alright Sweetheart, let's get you to bed. You must be tired."

Emma walks over to Hermione's crib humming softly , placing her down carefully. Then covers her with a blanket, kissing her head. "Sweet dreams, my darling."

The little girl looks up at her mother sniffling, having ceased her crying then closes her eyes letting sleep claim her.