It all started when Voldemort, the resident Dark Lord of Britain, blasted the door off of its hinges, knocking Lily and James Potter away and burying them under rubble. Voldemort decided to cut to the chase and go after the brothers. When he came upon them, he sneered.
"So weak" he said, glaring at them. How were they supposed to be able to defeat him?!
The older brother, who was about 5, glared at him defiantly. Voldemort's snake like lips curled into a smile
He raised his wand, and spoke the dreaded words.
"AVADA KEDAVRA!"
Before the sickly green light impacted onto the elder brother, another green light, this one more natural, came into view and blocked the spell, before bouncing it back onto him. The beam of green light hit Voldemort, and he screeched in pain, dissolving into black dust.
The new green light came over to the elder brother, Harry, and carved a small symbol onto his arm. It was a long sword, entangled in the branches of a willow tree. Strangely enough, the scar did not hurt. The symbol of Wuju a voice whispered.
Suddenly, the roof came crashing down, and the remaining dark magic interacted with the wards on the pieces of rubble, a wave of energy blasted through the room, hurtling them in opposite directions. Harry slammed against a dresser, getting only a minor concussion, while his brother, Damien, with his more babyish skin, impacted onto a mirror, which carved a V shaped cut onto his forehead.
The door opened, and Dumbledore strode in, followed by many members of the order, and a limping Lily and James Potter.
They both cried out when they saw their children, relatively unharmed, and tended to the cut on Damien's head. However, it scarred, the scar wouldn't go away, due to the dark magic.
"Where's Voldemort?" cried out James. He couldn't see the evil man anywhere in the room.
Dumbledore took some time in responding. "Voldemort is gone, but he is not dead."
The members of the order froze. "Voldemort, gone?" repeated James faintly.
"Yes" said Dumbledore. "And little Damien here is the one who destroyed him."
It was all the incentive they needed. The order members burst into cheers. Laughing they grabbed Damien and hoisted him onto their soldiers as they skipped down the stairs, bringing the news to the minister. Soon the whole country was in celebration, and Damien became known as the famous Boy-who-lived.
And in all this commotion, little Harry was forgotten. Soon enough, Damien started to torment him, asking his parents if he could use Harry's things, and then breaking them. Tossing Harry's pets out a window. Smashing Harry's gifts the day before they were to be opened. And most of all, he drew all the attention away from Harry.
Lily and James started neglecting him, forgetting to feed him for days at a time. He would be like their own private house-elf, doing everything for them, and getting nothing in return. Soon enough, he would be forgotten by everyone, and was driven to the brink of suicide.
But every time, he would roll up his sleeve, stare at the scar, and whisper to himself "The symbol of the Wuju..."
And soon enough, Harry would discover the true meaning on the word.