Summary: What if Lily and James had survived? What if Harry's twin was the BWL? He was tired of the emotional abuse, he wanted to run away! And he did, to Australia, but what will happen when they find him?

AN: So, hi! This is my very first fic, Harry will have a possessive boyfriend, a veela, and he will be the submissive one. This story will be slash, and will start with Harry's point of view of how his life is now; he will have flashbacks, of how the Potters treated him. Harry's twin will be stupid and arrogant, and he will not be the heir. Harry will be adopted by Sirius brother, Reggie, and he will be overprotective of him, he will have an older brother who will be very overprotective and friends too! If you don't like this don't read, but I think that if you think like me, are crazy, and are a perverted teenage girl that loves slash and fics like this one, it will be perfect. Well, tell me, I only ask for 5 good reviews, and I will start with chapters and not the crappy prologue.

PROLOGUE:

31 October, 1981:

A beautiful woman was talking with a handsome man.

-James, do you really think that we should leave the kids with Peter? - The woman asked the now named man.

-I'm sure Lily that nothing will happen, he knows what to do if something happens, and he is our secret keeper. He would never betray us- The now named woman sighed. She didn't want to leave her babies.

-Well, okay, but let me say good bye to them-

She went up the stairs to a nursery done in red and gold. It has two cribs, and in each was a sleeping baby. In the one that was nearest the door, was the oldest child, named Harry. He had raven hair, and even if you couldn't see them now, the greenest eyes you could find. You could see that he would be a heart breaker when he is older, and he will have to bat the girls with a forest. In the second crib, was the youngest, named Charles. He had red hair, and brown eyes. He demanded a lot of attention, and cried a lot. In the future, you could see he was going to be average in the beauty department, and even a little on the chubby side.

Suddenly, someone knocked. When James opened the door, he was met with watery blue eyes, and his chubby friend Peter.

-Wormtail! It's wonderful to see you. Give me a minute wile I call Lily, and we will go. Come in!- James smiled, and called Lily. They hugged Peter, and they left.

After waiting half an hour, Wormtail send a patronous to his Master, saying that he could come. Five minutes later, Voldemort was standing in his full height of 6 feet 3, and his red eyes were gleaming with determination.

-Where are the kids Wormtail? – When Peter guided him to the Nursery, he asked again. –And what are their names? -

-T-t-the one that is the crib nearest-t-t the door is Harry, and the other one is Charles- He stuttered. He sounded so afraid.

-Um… well, Peter, you can go now- He dismissed him, and the rat transformed and ran from the house. –Now brats, who will I kill first? – While he was talking to himself, he didn't realize that a pair of Avada Kedavra colored eyes were watching him, until the owner of the eyes cooed. He snapped to him, and he noticed the air of power that he had, and he decided that this one was the one, the Chosen one. –Well, Harry, it seems that you will die first- He laughed and uttered the words. –Avada Kedavra-

He watched horrified when a golden shield went around the baby, and sucked the curse, when it suddenly crashed into his chest. He screamed, and his body turned to ash, just like that.

The roof collapsed, and a piece of wood give little Charles a cut in the hand, in the form of a snake. But little Harry passed out, too tired to care.

(Three hours later)

-Come on James, I want to see my babies-

-Okay Lily, wait for me- He laughed at his wife motherly attitude, but she was like that.

When they got into the house, they gasped and run to the nursery. There they saw Voldemort's robe and wand in the floor, and Charles that was crying with a bloody hand. Lily run to Charles but James noticed Harry, his little bambie. Even if e was the oldest, he got along better whith him, and he would always be his baby.

They called Dumbledore, and when he got into the nursery, he looked both boys over, and he decided.

-I present you, Charles Potter, the boy who lived-

Well, there it was, please review, and tell me if you liked it. Love you all.