Magic swirled, surveying the newest children with access to The Gift. Magic looked down at the Potter twins, held in a redheaded woman's arms. Magic swirled in closer and examined the twins. The rather ugly screaming one he immediately dismissed, its conduits were shrunken and the magic flow was sluggish, thickened with negative emotional Magic. Magic then lit upon the smaller baby, emerald eyes, raven hair, and it was obvious that its magic conduits could be larger than a fully grown adult's, even though they were currently a little bit below average. However, in order for that to happen, some large magical trauma must blast them open and even then, some major training would be needed to keep them open. It wasn't very likely that would happen, but Magic would keep an eye on this one. This small human child, Harry.
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The twin brothers were curled up in their cradle. Ryan was hogging most of the space. Harry was curled up against the bars, not complaining. Ryan rolled over, almost squashing poor Harry. Harry balled up and scooted into the other corner. Lily and James were sitting downstairs on the couch, listening to the Wizarding Wireless radio and picking out colors for the twins' room. James looked up, the wards sensed someone entering the boundaries.
"It must be Peter!" He said, getting up.
"At this hour?" Lily said doubtfully.
"Sirius then?" James asked, pausing.
"Oh James, you know Sirius, he would be in bed for his beauty sleep or out at a bar 'scoring babes' with the effect of his beauty sleep!" Suddenly, the door was blasted into the room, showering the two with plaster and dust. James's wand shot up, a shield charm bursting out.
"Lily! RUN! Peter betrayed us! Get the kids and-" James was cut off as a powerful nightmare curse hit him, blasting through his shield. Voldemort smirked cruelly as he surveyed his work with an experienced eye, nodding in satisfaction when James collapsed and started to twitch. He nonchalantly strode up the stairs to the twin's room where Lily cowered, attempting to shield her children.
"Don't bother my dear Lily, I won't kill you, but when you wake up," the pale snakelike man smiled coldly, "Your sweet children will be dead."
"Please! No! Take me instead!" Lily cried, moving to shield her children further.
"The prophecy must be stopped, they are too much of a risk." The Dark Lord said. With a flash, Lily was drawn into the world of nightmares. She slumped to the ground, leaving the twins defenseless.
"A pity though, to kill this one." He said, examining the emerald eyed, raven hair baby who was staring him in the eye defiantly.
"This one will be no loss." He said absentmindedly, nudging the cowering sobbing mess of ugly baby. Ryan.
"Both must go." Voldemort said, with a flick of his wand, a green light shot out of the tip, straight for Ryan's head. Simultaneously the twins moved towards each other. Harry to protect Ryan, Ryan to use Harry as a shield. Though Ryan was a baby, he had instincts. Harry had his bravery and subconscious intelligence. The green light, aimed for Ryan, hit Harry, striking a fine, sharp, lightning bolt in the center of his small forehead. The light blossomed around Harry and shot out of his head, straight back at the dumbfounded Dark Lord. Voldemort crumpled, screaming as his soul was torn ruthlessly from his body. As he faded away, the magical backlash shook the house, causing a large chunk of plaster to fall and strike Ryan over his heart, creating a large V shaped mark. Harry's magic reached out and healed the wound.
With a pop, a wizened old wizard appeared in the room, quickly bending over the boys. The trace of healing magic still swirled around Ryan's wound, while dark magic pulsed in Harry's. Dumbledore contemplated the tow for a moment then turned to Ryan. He inspected the wound and nodded. The wizard then proceeded to end the spells placed on Lily and James and introduced them to The Boy Who Lived, the Vanquisher of Voldemort, the Bane of Dark Lords, a rather ugly baby that went by the name of Ryan Potter.
After all, Voldemort did begin with a V. And what did symbol of Zeus have to do with anything? It's not as if it was signifying that Harry was special, anything could have made that cut! Harry was ordinary, Ryan was extraordinary. Harry was small and Ryan was bigger. Ryan was born first. Ryan was more aggresive. That was that.
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Magic watched the scene with intrest, glowering when the old man picked Ryan over Harry. Even a toddler should be able to tell the difference between a curse scar and a cut from some plaster! Then Magic smiled, oh well, all the more pure he will be when it was time. Harry wouldn't be tainted by those magic restricting wands or the "rules" of magic. Silly humans, of couse you could make food! All you really had to do was make sure the chemical composition was right! And what was this mess concerning dark and light magic, seriosly! With a sigh Magic calmed itself and continued to watch over its charge. The trauma was here, soon the training would come.
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Baby Harry sat in the living room, burbling and shaking his rattle. Ryan crawled over and grabbed the toy from his younger twin. He then proceeded to hit Harry in the head with it, causing the rattle to snap. Harry looked pained and scooted away from Ryan. Ryan was looking at the rattle, his small face twisted into an angry grimace. Ryan squalled, the noise was too much for small Harry. He broke into tears too. Alarmed, Harry subconsciously sought to quiet the annoying boy, to calm himself down. Harry directed his magic and caused the rattle in Ryan's hands to start fusing back together just as James and Lily entered the room. Harry smiled up at his parents, glad that they had seen him fix his twin's toy. Maybe now they would love him at least as half as much as they loved his brother. Harry's face crumpled as the parents dashed towards Ryan, smothering him with praises and love. They automatically assumed that Ryan had done the deed, after all, Harry was less important than a squib, and Ryan was The Boy Who Lived. Harry crawled into a corner, forgotten. Suddenly something swirled around him, giving him a sort of emotional hug. Harry was frightened at the strange sensation.
"Shh... Harry. My name is Magic, I'm your friend!" Harry hiccuped and looked confused. Wasn't magic just a thing that you used for spells?
"Oh sweet Harry, I am the essence of Magic." The young boy sniffed, he didn't know what an "essesnce" was, but he did know it was nice. But his parents used to be nice, maybe Magic would like Ryan better.
"No Harry, I'll never leave you! Ryan doesn't deserve me..." Harry calmed down and crawled out of the room, Magic still soothing him. Fine, he didn't need them, he had Magic as his parent.
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A/N: So, this is the alternative. Which should I continue?