AN: this is my fanfic based on Harry's younger twin brother being the supposed 'BWL.' The wizarding world think voldemort dies.

Disclaimer: I do not own harry potter but any oc's belong to me. Enjoy.

Traitors are everywhere

These were the words the Dark Lord Voldemort thought as he approached Potter manor. The rat, who was a close friend of the family, gave him the location when they changed secret keeper so that he would go after Black. This would have worked except they had handed the rat the secret keeper post.

Opening the gate, Voldemort approached the door, using an unlocking charm the door swung open to a hallway decked in sleeping portrait. Voldemort smiled, how stupid were the potters, to leave their home no protection what so ever not even a nanny for their sleeping children. Voldemort walked up the stairs . He opened the door to the nursery to find a raven haired toddler around one years of age standing and looking at him with focused green eyes. For the first time in years Voldemort felt pain not physical but yet hurting much more as if his mind was slowly being ripped apart.

Then it hit him a memory of a sorts but Voldemort had been in enough pensives to know it wasn't. A women wrapped up in bandages stood before him. a rip appeared where her mouth was and a green smoke was let out. It engulfed Voldemort.

''The chosen one has 2 fates

One to raze

One to rule

If light he sides with he shall raze

If dark he sides with he, his father shall rule with iron

But rule they justly

The fate of the chosen rests on the lord of the dark, the father.''

Slowly the words turned into images a ginger boy with brown eyes being Fawned over by two adults, green eyes filled with Tears watching them from a second picture was the boy in the arms of a cloaked figure. the figure turned his head and Voldemort saw the crimson red eyes.

Suddenly the dark lord was pulled out of his head. He again was in the nursery with the two cots, staring again into the green sea of the raven haired boy.

He advanced towards a cot leaving green eyes following him. What he saw in that cot made him release some magic, a chubby red haired boy slept. It was the boy that was being worshipped in the prophecy. Voldemort fled the room accidental dropping his black cloak in his haste. The ray of accidental magic shot through the room. It collided with the light bulb making the light bulb shatter into pieces. A shard fell on the ginger boy and there the false mark was created a mark that wizards and witches would falsely worship. A mark that would turn once loving and caring parents into attention seeking, neglectful parents.

It was at that moment Dumbledore ran into the room followed by Lilly and James potter and then the rest of the order. Dumbledore looked at scar on Erics forehead and then at the cloak putting two and two together Dumbledore picked up Eric. Raising him up above his head he shouted "the prophecy has been fulfilled. I give you Eric potter the boy who lived" everyone eyes were drawn toward the lightening shaped scar on the boys forehead.

If anyone in that room could read magical cores they would have noticed a dark haired boys magical core filled with power more power than everyone in the room put together.

And then they would have noticed the ginger boys, practically non existent just above the level of a squib, able to do magic but poorly .

But no one could.

AN: This is an updated version which does not have so many grammatical errors but there are still some