AN: This is my first story. I do not know how often I will update this story. I have read many Harry Potter fanfics online and thought I would try.

Disclaimer: This does not belong to me. I am just using them. Anything recognizable belongs to JK Rowling.

Halloween 1981

A man clothed in black blasted his way into the house. The whole house shook and he slowly made his way upstairs and into the nursery. He entered and saw a baby staring wide-eyed at him, he turned away and swept his gaze across the room. He had a purpose. He then saw them in the corner of the room, two children sleeping peacefully next to each other.

"Damien and Isabelle Potter" he hissed softly, he raised his wand and leveled it at the two sleeping one year old twins, "Avada Kedavra!"

A jet of brilliant green light shot from the top of his wand and raced towards Damien and Isabelle. Suddenly a flash of light and a gold and silver sparkling dome shimmered above them and the curse rebounded. The man barely had time to turn, but registered the magic came from inside the room, before he being struck with his own curse. An inhumane scream was heard and an explosion rocked the house.

Damien and Isabelle started crying in pain as they had been hit by flying debris. But the baby was lying not making any sound and looked asleep.

Frantic footsteps could be heard and voices yelling outside. Then three people entered the wrecked nursery, two looking wildly around the room, the third calmly surveying the damage.

"Albus?" the tall man with scruffy jet black hair queried, as he was trying to comfort his wife.

The man he was talking to walked over to the two crying children. Albus picked them up and said, "James, Damien and Isabelle defeated Voldemort and are the Twins-who-lived."

James gaped at him and his wife, Lily looked up and raced over to hug her two children who had just faced and defeated the Dark Lord.

A boy, aged four, cautiously walked into the room and saw his parents checking and fussing over his younger twins Damien and Isabelle. He had heard the older man's proclamation and did not fully understand what he meant.

The boy looked around the room and cautiously walked to the opposite wall and finally saw what he was looking for. "Mum? Dad?" he called out hesitantly, but both ignored him and carried on fussing over the twins. The boy wondered what to do as he could see his youngest brother Jake lying in his cot not making any noise. He looked over to his parents and saw them calling house elves to help sort out and rebuild the house, "Daffy?" he called.

POP!

"Yes, Master Harry. How can I help?" Harry pointed at his youngest brother and the house elf hesitated for a second before checking the baby over.

"Is Jake alright?"

"Master Jake is unconscious. He seems to have used too magic. He should wake up soon, Master Harry." Daffy replied. Harry nodded.

[TIME SKIP]

31st July 1986

Jake sat on the stairs looking into the living room. He could see all the decorations and the mountain of presents. They were all for his older twins, Damien and Isabelle, who were turning 6. Jake was staring at the party, wishing that the attention they were getting he could have as well, but he was the silent Potter known to everyone as the Boy-Who-Lived younger brother.

"Hey," a voice startled him from his thoughts. Jake turned and saw his oldest brother, Harry, coming to sit next to him. He felt sorry for Harry as their parents never acknowledged him and always forgot about him. Harry was forgotten and ignored and Jake could tell that Harry disliked their parents as he rarely spoke to them.

"Hi," Jake murmured back. Harry pushed a rectangular package into his surprised hands. "You remembered?"

Harry laughed, "Of course I remembered my brother's 5th birthday! When have I ever forgotten?"

Jake thought and could remember exactly how many presents he had received, what they were and who from. He could do this because he has an eidetic memory. Jake realized that Harry had always said Happy Birthday to him and given him a present ever since his first birthday. Jake smiled and opened his present, "I promise to look after it." He ran excitedly up to his room to start reading the book. Harry's smile slowly left his face as he turned and looked at the scene in the living room. Harry felt no emotion as he had long since realized his parents were more bothered about the twins than him, he also vowed every year on his siblings' birthday not to let Jake ever feel alone and left out and he would try to support himself and his brother when he became of age.

Harry tried to look after his brother as his parents did not but as a child himself he found it hard and had to look at the House Elves for help.