Here's Chapter one of a very AUish story
Disclaimer: I don't own the Potterverse at all. As for the show's harry is going to be influenced by... well I'm mostly going but I what I grew up with. As it stands this is going to be fixed to the actual Harry Potter timeline, so no shows from the middle nineties or anything until they get there.
Also don't own any of the shows mentioned either.
Tivor Chapter 1:
“Exactly why are we here Prongs?” Sirius asked his best friend as said man was pacing back and forth in front of the main fireplace at Godric's Hollow.
“That is a good question Padfoot.” Remus said. “What's got you so riled up James?” he asked as he leaned back in the more comfortable armchair.
“Well, I was busy turning the spare bedroom into a nursery for the coming baby when it happened. I was fiddling with one of the light fixtures when I slipped and struck my head. It was after I had regained consciousness that I had not only a massive headache, but a moment of revelation! I finally understood how the wizarding wireless worked, and a way to use the base spell work in a much, much better way. We're going to be rich gentlemen!”
“What exactly have you got planned Jamesie?” Sirius asked his friend. Mrs. Black had kicked him out but couldn't remove him from the family so he still had access to his trust vault. He wasn't exactly stripped for Galleons.
“Radio is very outdated. I figured out a way to make something much better.” James said with a grin.
Remus put his head in his hands. “Oh god, this is about your Dr. Who fixation isn't it?” Remus asked him.
“Dr. Who? Who's who?” Sirius asked.
“It's a television show Padfoot.” James said.
“A telewhat?” Sirius asked.
“Exactly!” James said with a grin.
“James discovered the wonders of Television on his and Lily's all muggle honeymoon. She had to pry him away from it to leave the hotel.” Remus said dryly.
“It distracted you during your honeymoon?” Sirius asked, eyes wide. “Is it better than....?” Sirius trailed off.
James shook his head quickly. “No, it's not. But it's close. I've also heard that they show that on something called Cable and in seedier theaters.” James said.
“Really?” Sirius said suddenly much more interested in the concept
“Now, let me show you what I've worked out so far.... where's Peter? I called him too.” James said after drawing some calculations in the air.
“I think he's got a date again.” Remus said.
Sirius snorted. “Probably some Fugly girl of something.”
“Meh, he didn't even take arithmancy or runes anyways. His loss.” James said with a shrug before going back to his base calculations.
When he was halfway done both Sirius and Remus understood where he was taking the formula.
“This is going to be big, but it'd have to have a power source of one type or another when it isn't recording right?” Remus asked him.
“Hadn't gotten to writing that part out yet, we can do it with two different methods.” he said while drawing a side formula. Both Sirius and Remus nodded their heads at the calculation.
Sirius started grinning. “This is big, very big. It's going to take a lot of work, and we'd have to make the design idiot proof for universal usability. I'm going to need some parchment.” He said while his hand started twitching for a quill.
Remus grinned and joined the two in the work. This would take all of their best efforts.
Six Months later.....
A very pale James Potter apperated to Sirius Black's place of residence.
“James? What's got you so shaken?” He asked his best friend.
“I was working on the prototype mirror that you wanted, and Lily found it...” James said after taking a generous sip of Firewhiskey.
Sirius winced. “What happened?”
James laughed sharply. “I panicked. I did what I had to do. I did that joining feature on all the mirrors and sent it forward.” James said as he took another swig of whiskey.
“That variant of the messenger spell Remus made so we could hold off our homework to the last minute? Wait.... how far ahead did you send the mirrors?” Sirus asked worried.
“Padfoot, she was so mad she went into labor. I sent it forward to the theoretical limit of the spell, seven years.” James said before adding, “It's a boy by the way. You're the godfather.”
“Seven years? The war is escalating! What if you don't live that long?” Sirius said aloud.
James took another long sip. “It'll go to the next living male Potter then, Harry.”
“Harry? Not something more traditional? Celestial maybe?” Sirius suggested.
“He's the Godson of a Black, not a Black.” James argued as his best friend took the whiskey away from him.
Sirius took a big swig. “I guess. Let's go see him then drink more afterwards. It would be unseemly for us to both be sloshed coming out of the Floo at St. Mungo's.” He said before capping the bottle and walking to the fireplace.
Reluctantly James got up and followed his friend. Hopefully Lily would forget about this little incident seven years from now. Well, now he had time for that other project.
“That dimensional trunk? The Tarduck or something you called it?” Sirius asked him when James brought it up as they exited the Floo at St. Mungo's.
“Something like that, thing is I'd need several charged magical sinks and I'm a few short.” James said.
“I can get a few.” The 'disowned' Black said. “You'd need to leave it in highly magical environment for an extended period time Prongs, and I mean highly magical.” Sirius said.
“I was thinking a vault in Gringotts. Say maybe the Trust vault. Lily wouldn't have any reason to go into it until Harry starts Hogwarts.” James said as they got into the elevator.
“Brilliant! Now that's two projects that will take time to complete. Can't you make anything that will make us rich now?” Sirius whined.
James shrugged. “I'm good at transfiguration not conjuring. Steps in a process Sirius. You're too impetuous.”
“I'm working on being less rash. Really.” Sirius said before both were quiet for a few seconds followed by uproarious laughter.
July 31st, 1987....
Harry Potter was bored. He knew it was his birthday, and apparently his relatives did too since he was sent to bed extra early with less food than normal. He sighed as he watched one of the spiders he shared his cupboard with skittered up the far wall.
While he was being mildly entertained by the arachnid, there was a shimmering directly in his line of sight. Suddenly a simple rectangular mirror dropped into his lap.
Harry almost let out a gasp, almost that is. He slowly picked up the mirror. He felt a tingling in his hands as he did so.
The reflective surface lit up like a television screen.
RECOGNIZING.... The screen said.
SUBJECT... HARRY JAMES POTTER AGE 7. LEVEL 5 RESTRICTION...
WELCOME TO TIVOR. PLEASE CHOOSE A PROGRAM......
Harry's eyes widened.... The mirror's surface was full of different names... some he recognized as television programs.... all of which his family never allowed him to watch. Tentatively he picked a program he knew his cousin liked.
Once the episode was over, Harry had a huge grin on his face and said only one word.... “Wowsers!”