1982, a year after the attack on Godric's Hollow.

"Lily Flower, surely it should be safe by now-"
"No, James. It's never going to be safe as long as those Death Eaters are allowed to roam free. Not until Peter Pettigrew is caught and imprisoned in the deepest recesses of Azkaban shall we drop the Fidelius. We can't risk the twins' safety just because things are starting to settle down."

1988, seven years after the attack on Godric's Hollow.

"Mum, I don't get it, why are we moving house? Why can't we stay here? Harry and I just started growing our thistles in the front yard, they've barely sprouted! We really don't need to move, Mum, we're all fine over here, even little Twiddles has started a family of her own in the little flowerpot we put out for her."
"Elli, darling, its finally safe to leave our cosy home and venture out. I thought we always wanted to go out and explore beyond our tiny garden? Go and see the world beyond our yellow wallpaper?"
"But Mum, I didn't mean to leave Godric's Hollow forever, I just, I just wanted to go beyond that small gate for once, not move away from home altogether."
"Yes, but nothing in life can stay the same forever, darling. Besides, your father and I can barely stand living in this house anymore. The bad memories in this house are driving both of us crazy."
"Why, Mum? What happened last time?"
"A story for another time, darling. Perhaps when you're older. Now, off to bed and try to pack more of your things into those boxes tomorrow, alright?"

1989, the first time Elliot and his brother meet the Weasleys.

"The Elliot Potter? The very one who waved his hand and made You-Know-Who go BAM with lots of red sparks? Mate, did you know there's a whole chronicle in Flourish and Blotts about you?"
"Er, Ron, I wouldn't really know if I did all that. And no, I didn't know about the whole book thingy. I mean, Mum literally just told me about all of this two days ago, my brain is still sort of woozy to think that a mere baby which was also me managed to do magic like that. I mean, I still can't manage that Wingardium Leviosa charm that Mum's been trying to teach us, and the most I've done with a wand is nearly poke Dad's eye out. Harry, on the other hand, nailed that charm almost six months ago when we had just started learning magic. Really, he's-"
"Blimey, you're already learning magic and you have a wand? I bet you know loads by now!"
"Ron, you're not listening to me-"

1991, an excerpt in the Daily Prophet. 

'After almost a decade of huddling away, the Potters have finally made their appearance in Diagon Alley just yesterday! The folks there were almost falling over themselves in an attempt to shake Mr. Elliot Potter's hand, and catch a glimpse of that famed scar on our young hero's forehead. The family of four was seen shopping for school books since Hogwarts will be starting its schooling term in the autumn. This would be young Elliot's first year at Hogwarts, and all of us here at the Daily Prophet do sincerely wish him the very best! For more information on the Boy-Who-Lived, turn to page 4 and 5...'
Rita Skeeter, The Daily Prophet.

1991, the night before the First of September.

"Elliot, promise me that no matter which house we get sorted into tomorrow, we'll always stay together? Even if I get sorted into like, Slytherin, with all those slimy gits. Promise that we'll always have time for each other and stick together despite everything? Brothers before best friends, that sort of thing?"
"Silly, you're my best friend. And no way in hell are you going into Slytherin, you hear me? We're both going to write to Mum and Dad tomorrow and tell them we got into Gryffindor. They'll be so proud of us that we'll probably get a ton of food from them as congratulations. Just you wait, Harry! We're both going to have so much fun together at Hogwarts!"

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