I welcome you to the adventure of the brother of the Boy Who Lived. My story was inspired by The Santi's Harry Potter and the Boy Who Lived story which I liked very much. But I was dissapointed to see such a good story going unupdated for years.
Disclaimer: Harry Potter is owned by J.K. Rowling
Chapter 1: Past and present
Godric's Hollow Oct. 31st 1981
"Avada Kedavra." With a burst of green light, a man in black cloak killed the Muggle man standing in his way. As if he could be stopped. The Dark Lord's eyes showed nothing, neither anger nor enjoyment. Killing Muggles was a simple service for the wizarding world.
The sound of footsteps behind him made him turn that way. There standing, was a Muggle women with a knife in her hand with tears running down her face. Pathetic.
"You monster!" she shrieked as she made to strike The Dark Lord in chest. But before she could make a step, a bone-breaking curse hit her in the arm and half a second after that another one hit her in the leg. She fell to the floor with a cry of pain.
There standing above her was the world's darkest wizard and he was laughting. "I'm afraid you are a widow now, miss Evans."
After a quick Crucio, he ended it. After all, he's got work to do.
The Dark Lord started to climb the stairs while thinking about how this started.
He was sitting in his usual place at the table in his hideout with Nagini coiled around his throne and her head resting on his right shoulder. He was thinking about his usual raids when a man with greasy hair and pale skin dressed in a black cloak entered with another two Death Eaters trailing behind him. This is going to be interesting.
The man knelt before him and kissed his robes. When he was given leave to stand up, he did. Then he slowly croaked out those damned words. "My Lord, I have bad news". As he said it, he took scroll of parchment from the pocket of his robes and carefully handed it to him. He was even scared of touching him. Good, some more usefull Death Eaters died because of such mistake. Slowly opening the parchment, he noticed the words written there.
The Dark Lord put the scroll away and slowly stood up. His eyes showing his anger. "Lucius, Bellatrix! Bring me every piece of information you can find of childrens born at the end of July last year. Now!" he ordered in the snarl-like voice.
As The Dark Lord climbed to the second floor, he opened every door until he came to the last one on the left.
When he entered the room, he noticed two cribs, exactly as he expected. In the cribs were sleeping almost same boys, only difference was the color of their eyes. They both slowly awoke, feeling their doom nearing. The first one he recognized as the Harry Potter, the boy had green eyes just as his servants said and was born on July at 22:42. Then, he walked to the socond crib where was already crying boy with brown eyes just like his father, that blood traitor. William Potter was born on July at 22:50 and thus was younger and closer to being the child of the prophecy. He had to die or even better, they both had to.
He had done a lot to get here, first they tried to kidnap Sirius Black, but he escaped and went to Dumbledore for help. He hid him under Fidelius and became his Secret-Keeper himself. That plan failed rather spectacurarily.
So a new plan rose in his head. His only spy at the Order was doing his work and was sending letters between that Muggleborn mother of theirs and her parents, while hinting that it would do great to pay them a visit since they didn't even once saw their grandchildren and wanted to do so.
And so they worked up a plan to leave children at their grandparent's house for a few hours with the Rat guarding them. It was done on the Halloween night and so the children's fate was sealed. As soon as Potters left to attend their own matters, the Rat contacted him.
It was time for his plan to be done and so he prepared himself to kill Harry Potter first and then end it with the prophecy child. As he was readying himself he felt some powerful presence enter Godric's Hollow. It could be only Dumledore or a very large group of Aurors. Neither was very good for him.
There was no time to play games and so he quickly aimed his wand at the prophecy child. This moment will be the one that would ensure his immortality. And so he snarled, "Avada Kedavra." With a green light leaving his wand, the history changed. As soon as the dark curse hit the child's forehead, a child began to scream in pain and the curse pooled around his head and flew back at the dark wizard. The surprised Dark Lord was too late to get out of it's way and was struck in the chest.
With a scream of total agony, Tom Riddle felt terrible pain as his body was destoyed.
Godric's Hollow , Oct. 27st 1988
"Please, mum," Harry whined while giving his mum the best puppy eyes he could.
Lily sighted. They had this conversation for too many times now. It was getting worse with her son. "Harry, no. You and your brother are too young to start learning magic and besides you can't even have a wand until you're eleven."
It has been almost seven years since The Dark Lord has vanished. Seven years since her youngest son has been proclaimed the wizarding world's savior. Seven years since she and James had found out all they could about how it all happened.
A lot has changed in their lives since then. After that night, she wanted to live as normally as they could and drop the Fidelius charm that was on Godric's Hollow. But once again that was not destined to happen. Albus was against the idea. He said that it was only for the duration of capturing Dark Lord's followers. After what happened to Frank and Alice she was thankful that she and James listened to Albus. It was even bigger surprise when they learned that Peter betrayed them. He was one of James' best friends since they started Hogwarts. First they thought that he was killed by the Dark Lord, but he was seen enter Knockturn Alley two months after the incident. After next four months he ended up in Azkaban.
She was struck with what happened to her parents, but with James' help and constant work between Order and her children, she slowly got over it. She needed to be her old happy self for her sons.
They wanted to drop the Fidelius charm, but after some known Death Eaters avoided Azkaban, they were once again forced to keep it.
When Harry and Will were five they considered dropping charm but after a small trip to Diagon Alley, that planning was stopped. They were almost overrun by well- wishers and people that wanted to take picture of Will. Both boys had been terrified by the thankfully, they were saved by Albus's timely arrival.
After that Albus suggested they should stop thinking about dropping the charm, after all it would be good for their children to grow up as normally as they could with all that saviour business.
Lily and James were proud to say that they raised their children without any favoritism and when they told them about Will vanquishing Dark Lord as one year old, they made sure to mention that it wasn't any superior magic power but a one in billion chance. This ensured that Harry wouldn't feel inferior with his twin. But even Albus wasn't sure about how it all happened.
"But mum, you said you learned magic before you went to the school, so why can't we?" her older son argued.
"That was completely different Harry," she argued back, "I was ten at the time."
„But we are eight, that's so close to ten."
She needed to talk about something else for a while, and there was something she was curious about. "Where is your brother? I'm surprised he isn't here arguing along with you."
Growing up with no other friends their age, her children were nearly inseparable, of course they had arguments sometimes and in few rare ocasions it ended with accidental magic. Once, Will removed all of Harry's hair and his brother in his revenge, turned his brother pink. It was embarrasing but not harmful, so it was okay.
"He is outside with dad and uncle Sirius," he said with too innocent smile.
She felt herself stiffen at mention of her husband and Sirius doing something with Will. Together, they always turned to their children versions. "And what are they doing?" she asked with suspicion.
"Uncle Sirius promised to teach us how to fly on real brooms in the holiday," Harry told her with a bright smile.
"What!" she thundered.
"Yes, Will is outside testing the Nimbus 1800." Harry said, ignoring his mother's rising anger. "You know, if you would teach us magic, we wouldn't spend so much time with uncle Sirius or bothering dad about buying us new brooms."
Lily felt her eyes narrow and cast suspicious look at her smiling son. "I thought you said he already bought you a new broom. Harry, did uncle Sirius really bought you a new broom?"
He paled visibly at the piece of information he let slip. "Well...he...no, he didn't," he admitted at last, looking guilty about lying, "but dad and uncle Sirius hinted that they would buy us those brooms, either for Christmas or our birthday."
She stared at her oldest kid with increasing horror. James already wanted to buy them brooms for their last birthday and she hardly got him to admit that they were a bit young for such a thing. Thinking about her two sons flying on those twigs of death only increased her ire.
Perhaps she could preserve them from such things by teaching them something. Any wand magic would be impossible. But she could teach them some theory, even some stuff with potions, like Severus done with her when she was ten.
The thought of Severus Snape made her pause a little. She hadn't written to him in over a year and hadn't seen him since Potion convetion in 1985. Their meeting was awkward to say the least. She was angry at him for giving Voldemort the prophecy but she was happy that he confessed to Albus, thanks to him, Albus was in time in her parents' house. After that he started helping the Order and became Albus' spy. She wasn't deluded enought to believe that he would befriend James anytime soon, or ever.
Still, she knew Severus was teaching at Hogwarts and that he demanded nothing but the best from his students. He simply didn't have patience or temperament to expect anything less from them. It would certainly be in her child's best interest to come prepared.
"Harry, it was wrong of you to lie to me," Lily admonished,"you know how angry I would be with uncle Sirius and you know how much I dislike apoligizing to him."
Even though he was chastised, he couldn't help but feel the small smile spreading on his face at his mother's comment.
"But I suppose, that I could teach you and your brother some magic," she waited while he let out a small whoop of joy, "but there will be some rules, first, no wand. That means you will be learning only theory until you start school, okay?" After he nodded his head she continued. "I will teach you how to brew things but you must promise me, that you will never brew things without me being there."
Harry could only nod his head and promise that he would be always very careful.
"Alright, Harry you should go tell this to your brother now."
Harry's excited expression reminded her of herself so much. She also wanted to know everything she could about magic, and was upset when she found out she couldn't get wand before she went to Hogwarts. She remebered Severus' smile, not that smirk he did now but a real smile as she ranted about how she couldn't get a wand until she turned eleven. How much has their lifes changed now.
She remebered that day their friendship ended, when Severus called her a "mudblood" that day after their OWLs. She had been heartbroken that he could do something so cruel, and had refused to listen to his apologies that summer. She knew he had abusive father and had to be very careful in his own House because he was Half-Blood. Even when she saw him hanging out with the rough crowd in their sixht year, she never thought about him becoming Death Eater. Not Severus.
But he was. For how long, she didn't really know, but he was.
She grudgingly admitted to herself that it was partially her fault that her once best friend had descended into Dark Arts. Sha had been an emotional teenager. She felt betrayed and hurt by her best friend, so she lashed out on him and abandoned him. She was angry with him but she never wanted him to fall the way he did.
Making up her mind, she slowly stood up. She had a very long and overdue floo call to make, and an old friend to make up.
Godric's Hollow, July 31st 1991
"Will, hurry up, we're going to be late!" Harry yelled up the stairs.
James only laughted at his son impatiance. "Relax Harry, we have plenty of time. The alley isn't going anywhere."
"But dad, we've been eleven for hours already, and Will is taking forever."
"I'm here. I'm here," Will said before jumping a few last steps.
"Finally," Harry said with impatiance and a small roll of his eyes.
Will only laughted and said, "Don't worry Harry, the bookstore will be waiting for you."
"Yeah, well, unless we hurry, mum won't let you stare at all those new brooms in the store," he shot back as Will and James exclaimed a look of utter horror.
"Lily dear, we had best be leaving. We don't want to fight the crowds," James said as he entered the kitchen with the boys.
"So soon?" she asked.
"Well, better be safe than sorry," James said shiftily.
She just stared at James, looking appraisingly for amoment. "Okay, Will if someone asks your name, what will you say?"
"Dudley Dursley," Will smirked.
Lily did not look at all pleased with James. "This is not funny. The poor boy can't even hear word Magic without grabbing..."
"His overly large butt," supported Will, but fell silent after a glare from Lily.
"We fixed everything Lily," James said soothingly "and the boy clearly overreacted..."
"It caused him to grow a tail, James," Lily said angrily "and it was his first experience with magic."
"He was being a bully" Harry pointed out calmly.
"That's no excuse to stoop to his level," Lily said heatedly before calming herself, "I'm not having this argument again. Let's go."
After few glamour charms, the now unrecognizable Potter family floo'd to the Leaky Cauldron and made their way through the brick wall to the Diagon Alley.
"Do we have enought money Charles?"Lily asked, using James' middle name.
"Yes, how about we split up? Will has his stuff for Potions and I know that Harry has run out of his," James said.
"Alright," she agreed, "let's meet at Ollivander at noon." After seeing ecstasic look on James' face she quickly added."But I warn you, if you show without any of the Dudley's school supplies and an grin on your face I will make sure you will be banned from Quality Quidditch for a life time."
Properly chastised, James quickly led Will towards Madam Malkin's while muttering about getting their shopping done quickly.
"So where to, Harry?" Lily asked.
"To Flourish and Blotts," Harry said immediately, earning a big smile from his mother.
Harry had taken to learning magic from his mother like a fish to water and Lily couldn't help but feel proud at her son's enthusiaum. Ever since she started to teach her boys, she was doing everything to keep it interesting for Harry and not go over Will's head with material. This slowly got impossible as Harry took to reading every book they owned in their library. She couldn't count how many times she found him sleeping with a book draped over his chest or practising wand movements of some spell with a stick in the backyard, while Will played Quidditch or practised some pranking magic. Once it had gotten to the point where she had to order Harry to go play with his uncle and brother.
While not completely identical, both boys shared their father's build and black hair. They enjoyed mimicking their father's unruly hairstyle. Only diffences were they eyes and Will's bolt like scar.
"Okay, Harry? Remember, I already have your list and you can pick only three other books," Lily said as she guided her son into shop.
Fifty-five minutes later an exasperated Lily Potter guided her son from Flourish and Blotts and quickly went about finishing his shopping. She couldn't believe they wasted so much time in there. She had to keep Harry away from Flourish and Blotts or any other bookstore for some time. If she was one to be late at Ollivander, James would never let her forget it.
Arriving outside Ollivander, she checked her watch and saw that they are five minutes early. With that peaceful thougth in her mind she opened the door to the shop and entered. She immediately noticed James and Will sitting there, waiting.
"You got here early," Lily commented.
"Dad got us here twenty minutes ago," Will grumbled.
Lily couldn't help but smile, she still had James wrapped around her finger after all this years.
An excited scream of joy alerted Potters to the now dancing Irish boy with a wand in his hand. Seven Galeons later, boy's mother led him out of shop with a quick apologetic glance at Potter family.
"Ah, so today both Potter kids will be needing their wands?" Ollivander asked excited.
"How did you know?" James asked while removing his glamour,"No one recognized us whole day."
"My boy, I remember every wand I sold. Dragon heartstring, twelfe inches, rather good for transfiguration, isn't it? And Mrs. Potter. Willow with unicorn hair, rather bendy. Still a good wand for Charms. I wonder what these will end up with? Who's first?"
Will boldly stepped forward and Harry watched as his brother was measured by a magical tape-measure and then given wand after wand for testing. After what felt like hour of Will lifting wands and Ollivander snatching them back, the old man went to his workstation and after a minute of looking for something, he returned with the wand in his hand while deeply in thought.
"Try this Mr. Potter. Holly and Pheonix feather, eleven and three quarters of inch."
Will took the wand, and immediately waved it around causing red and gold sparks to fill the whole room.
"Bravo, Bravo, Mr. Potter, well done," Ollivander said as Harry, James and Lily congratulated Will.
"Curious, most curious," Ollivander mumbled.
"Excuse me sir, but what's curious?"asked Will still grinning.
Ollivander peered over his small spectacles at Will, "As I said I remember every wand I sold and pheonix that gave feather for this one gave only another one. It is curious that you would be destined for the wand which brother gave you that scar."
The atmosphere in the wand shop quickly dropped as Will looked at the wand in his hand in horror. Seemingly obvious to the tension, Ollivander turned to Harry."Well, Mr. Potter you're next, if you are going to take half as long as your brother we will be here for some time."
With the tension seemingly broken, Potters settled down and watched as Harry tried different wand combinations that Ollivander handed him. "Maple and Dragon heartstring...no, not right. Rosewood and Unicorn hair...simply not. Holly and Dragon heartstring...no, no, no. Maple and Pheonix feather... absolutely not. Ash and Dragon heartsrting, ten inches. Very temperamental wand, good at everything but best at nothing. Please try this one."
Harry took the wand in hand and immediately felt shiver run down his spine, he waved with the wand and the silver stream of magic impacted with the nearest wall where it bursted into swarm of many colored sparks.
"Succes," Ollivander said cheerfully, as if nothing of the previous discussion happened, "I daresay that you found your wand, Mr. Potter."
"Thank you, sir. No warnings about how my wand is brother of Grindelwald's, right," Harry said casually, making Will smile.
"No, I'm afraid not," replied Ollivander. "That will be fourteen Galleons, Mr. Potter."
So, I hope you liked my first chapter. I will try and update every week. I hope to read your opinions in the reviews soon. :D