Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or anything in it.

General Warnings: AU, (most likely) GEN, language, Twin!fic, Wrong BWL, Smart!Powerful!Ravenclaw!Harry, Abusive!Dursleys, Bashing of a lot of characters

Summary: Sometimes too far is too far, and Harry is tired of being the scapegoat. They can all go burn and die for all he cares, because this time, he's not going to save them.

Author's Notes: I've been in a good writing mood lately. Anyways, this has been stewing in my head for a while, and I finally got it down on paper. I'm not entirely sure where I want to go with this though. Any thoughts? Should I continue it?

Chapter 1

Hadrian James Potter had never been a normal boy. Some would even go as far to call him freakish. And it was true.

It wasn't just the fact that he was a wizard ― a honest-to-god magic-wielding wizard.

It wasn't the fact that he could talk to and control almost any reptile he put a mind to (though it worked particularly well on snakes).

It wasn't even the fact that he could remember anything and everything he laid eyes upon, from the moment of his birth to the present, and not even a memory charm could wipe it (a fact he had become aware of in his second year of Hogwarts, when he had confronted his Defense teacher about the inconsistencies in his books and promptly gotten an Obliviate for his troubles).

No, it was his unfortunate tendency to attract trouble, defeat said trouble, and then have the credit taken by a worthless wimp, while receiving some sort of unfair misfortune that, in his opinion, made him so unusual. Seriously, whose luck worked like that?

Defeating Voldemort in at the age of one: credit taken by his useless twin who had done nothing more than sit there and cry because of the scar left by their mother's wand when it had flew out of her hand as she had collapsed. Harry was sent to the magic-hating Dursleys while his oh-so-beloved brother was given to his godmother, who, by all rights, should have taken him in too.

Saving the Philosopher's Stone from Quirrell: credit taken by Daniel bloody Potter, the so-called Boy-Who-Lived, who had gotten to the mirror room nearly an hour after he had defeated Quirrell, covered him with his invisibility cloak (after finding out that it would burn him if he tried to steal it), and promptly left him and told Dumbledore (the fool) that he had been the one to defeat Quirrell. Harry had woken up almost two days later (he thanked and cursed the fact that there had been no classes, as it was after the end-of-term tests, and he had no friends, so no one had noticed him missing), aching and sore, and gone down after a nice bath to find that Gryffindor had stolen the House Cup from Ravenclaw due to Dumbledore's unjustly awarded points for the rescue the brat had not actually accomplished.

Stopping the petrifications: credit taken again by the useless twin he was seriously considering disowning, who had eavesdropped on him when he had confronted Ginerva Weasley (who Luna, his newfound friend, had assured him was acting quite oddly that year, even taking into account the symptoms of homesickness) in the Myrtle's bathroom and stunned him from behind (like a bloody coward) after he had destroyed the diary that had been possessing her with Gryffindor's sword that Fawkes and the Sorting Hat had given him. Harry had woken up on the cold tile floor hours later to find a wailing Myrtle explaining how "the lying arse" had dragged Weasley out of the bathroom, woken her up in some abandoned dungeon (giving her the impression that he had rescued her) and taken her, the sword, and the Hat (though, according to Myrtle's gleeful smirk, Fawkes had refused to let him touch him and had disappeared in a flash of fire, leaving the bastard with a face full of soot) up to the old coot's office before proceeding to feed him some cock-and-bull story about how he had bravely set out to rescue Weasley alone after his friend, Ronald Weasley, had been accidentally knocked out by that incompetent, Lockhart, and how he had heroically rescued Weasley and defeated Slytherin's monster ("a giant snake" were his exact words ― Harry had snorted; he had known it was a basilisk months ago; he was surprised it had taken Granger so long to figure out) and the evil spirit possessing Weasley with the sword that he had bravely pulled from the Hat. And later, Gryffindor had stolen the House Cup again (more last minute points), and he had been given detention for attempting to "slander" a celebrity (Potter) by "spreading rumors" through an "already distressed ghost" (Myrtle). The only consolation had been that he had at least not been blamed for Lockhart's memory loss.

The year after that had, believe it or not, been the worst. He had saved all of them ― them being Sirius Black, Snape, and, as he had dubbed them, the Idiot Trio (because while Granger was good at academics, she really wasn't all that bright about real life, and Weasley and Potter weren't even worth mentioning for either) ― from an idiotic werewolf who really should have known better than to forget his Wolfsbane, driven off a hoard of Dementors (who, by the way, affected him a lot more than the others, seeing as he had an eidetic memory and his life was practically made of bad experiences), and prevented the escape of one Peter Pettigrew. He had single-handedly ensured that Sirius Black would receive a fair trial with the new evidence brought to light instead of being swept under the rug, and that Lupin would not face any charges for putting students in danger (aiding Sirius Black was, at the time, a crime after all, not to mention running loose on the school grounds without his Wolfsbane), though he hadn't been able to do anything about his job. He had even gone through the trouble of buying Buckbeak off Hagrid and clearing him from all charges as a backup in case Sirius really was convicted. And who got all the credit? Danny. Effing. Potter.

It was like clockwork. Did luck even work that way?

And how could they have believed that the other Potter had done all those things? They didn't even look alike ― how could anyone mistake them for each other? How hard could it be to tell the difference between Potter's neat, red hair and his messy, black hair? His squinty, hazel eyes and Harry's large, emerald eyes? His large, bulky body and his thin, scrawny body? Even if it was dark, it shouldn't have been hard to spot Potter's flaming red hair sprawled on the ground, the owner of said hair being as useless as always.

He had been so hopeful too. He had even gotten all the adoption papers drawn up. Anyone was better than the Dursleys, even a man who had abandoned him to chase after a rat, and not even acknowledged his part in his exculpation. But then, he had had all his hopes shattered with a single word, spoken by the black-haired, grey-eyed man when confronted in a quiet corner about Hadrian James Potter.

"Who?"

He didn't even remember who he was. His own godson. Harry had hidden his sob behind a long-perfected mask, with the expertise of years of practice, of years of betrayal, of years of crushed hopes and broken dreams. And he had turned away.

"I apologize. I must have the wrong person."

And now, sitting at the very edge of the Ravenclaw's table, he vowed that this time, he wouldn't get involved. This time, he wouldn't let them take the credit. This time, they could solve their bloody problems by themselves.

And, as if the universe was answering him, the Goblet flared crimson for the fourth and final time.

"Daniel Potter."

Harry looked over at the paling boy without a glimmer of pity. He watched him glance up at the unreadable headmaster and around at all of the stony faces. He watched the other Potter, who had made his life so miserable, look over, as if he expected him to save him, and sneered as the coward flinched back at the ice that stared back. He watched in satisfaction as the boy made his way up the dais and down the antechamber, his back slumping ever so slightly as he went.

This time, they could bloody well deal with their own problems. He wasn't going to help them. Not this time.

And beside him, Luna smiled.

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