That fateful night marked the beginning of a legend. The last battle of a war that marked the beginning of another was won that day by a single boy. The Boy-Who-Lived was being acclaimed and celebrated in every Wizarding home throughout Britain. The name of Adam Potter, the Boy-Who-Lived himself, would be engraved in every wizard´s memory as the savior of the Wizarding World. Books would be written about him, and every wizard would dream of the day they had the chance to meet the Boy. Adam Potter would be acclaimed and celebrated his whole life, his person would become a sign of good fortune and his name would bring veneration to the minds of anyone who heard it.

It was also that day, when the elder of the Potter twins would be condemned to a life of solitude and sadness. Harry Potter would be forgotten by everyone that was important to him. No one would know his name and few would ever remember him. Harry Potter would live forever at the shadow of his younger brother.

It had been four years since that fateful night…

Years that had been pure love and satisfaction for Adam Potter

And only tears for Harry Potter

Harry tried not to show his sadness. It was his birthday and he was supposed to be happy. Except he wasn´t and spent the whole day fighting back his tears. Everyone had forgotten about him. Of course, no one ever forgot about his twin brother. Adam Potter, better known as the Boy-Who-Lived, was never forgotten by anyone. His parents had thrown a great party in his honor and stuffed him with presents and compliments. Many family friends had been invited to the celebration and many people had come by to leave presents. Only none of them were for Harry.

Harry did not care about the presents, he had never cared. All Harry wanted was a show of affection. A hug, a smile, a "happy birthday", even a glance his way would be received with gratefulness. He heard his parents laugh as they hugged his brother. His uncle Remus and his uncle Sirius, Harry´s own godfather, were laughing with them. He did not know why he even cared. It had been years since his parents had spared him a glance and he knew he ought to had given up already, but as much as Harry wanted to forget he couldn´t.

He watched from the sidelines the whole day. He waited…but no one ever noticed his absence. Harry eventually gave up and returned to his room. He fought back tears. He would not cry, he would not… Tears streamed down his face, his small hands trying to wipe them of his face to no avail. It was so unfair. Nobody cared about him, nobody wanted him. Dad and mom only liked Adam. He had wondered throughout all his life why Adam always received the bigger present or the bigger serving of cake. At first he tried to gain his parents attention but his efforts were crushed when his parents thought he was jealous of his brother. Harry tried to convince them otherwise but they wouldn't listen and would only scold him. He eventually gave up.

Harry seeked refuge in the only place he knew; books. Harry had advanced much since the first time he had begun to read. He now could read almost any book easily and without getting confused by the language in them. He read of everything- from basic charms, to arithmancy, to muggle literature and math. He had taught himself to read when he was three. Seeing as his mother and father only had eyes for his brother he didn´t bother telling them. He then got interested in several languages. When he was five he mastered Spanish and French. He was currently quite fluid in five languages including German, Russian, Spanish, French, and English. He could solve math problems with algebra and was quite adept at muggle science.

On the side of magic Harry had already mastered spells that were normally taught during the 4th year in Hogwarts. At first, he couldn´t find a wand to practice the spells he learned. He once tried using his father´s wand but had almost been caught and decided it wasn´t worth the risk. He then had a brilliant idea and decided to try wandless magic. After hours and hours of practice he became proficient at it and started practicing more and more difficult spells.

In few words Harry Potter was what you could call a genius. A secret genius if you may say. Nobody was aware of it. Sure, Dumbledore would notice how brilliant he was when he came to visit and talk to the child but his family just didn´t pay him any attention. His uncle Remus and his godfather would be surprised as to how much he knew for his age but never really considered exactly how advanced for his age he was.

No, nobody would notice because they were too busy training his brother to become a great wizard…his brother, Adam, because he was the bloody Boy-Who-Lived. And no matter how much Harry tried to deny it and hide his thoughts behind his books he still cried himself to sleep some nights when his parents wouldn´t even come up to his room to tell him dinner was ready. After all, all Harry had ever really wanted was to laugh alongside the rest of his family, share jokes, open Christmas presents together, celebrate birthdays and most of all; know he was part of their lives and that he occupied a part of their hearts.

So that day as he sat quietly in his room, looking at the full moon, he decided to calm his thoughts and go for a walk. Harry went out of the Manor without anybody noticing. He walked and walked and disappeared into the night, and just like that Harry Potter vanished from the lives of the rest of his family.