Sup, fellow Harry Potter fans! How you all doin? Before I start the chapter, I just want to get it all out of the way that I am doing this story because I just need some entertainment, and hopefully it will entertain you guys to. Not everything will be perfect, I know that, but if you don't like the storyline, me, or just the way I write, then I suggest you beat it, because I will pay no attention to any rude, unhelpful comments.

Also, please keep in mind that I'm a young author, so it will not be great.

Anyway, enough of that! Please review and keep in mind what I have said above!

~Kiera~

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN HP!

Chapter 1

Harry James Potter sat on his bed in his room. It was his eleventh birthday, and he would soon be attending Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

Harry was the twin of the Boy-Who-Lived, Hayden Gregory Potter. His mother, Lily, favoured his twin, spoiled him, cherished him. James, their father, loved Harry. He didn't agree with the way his wife treated their other son, he loved them both equally (well, maybe his love for Hayden was dipping at a result of his attitude).

Of course, James had tried to correct Lily, tell her that she should spend time with Harry, too. A few times, she threatened to divorce him.

So, there Harry was, sat in his room while his brother's party went on downstairs. He wasn't allowed to make an appearance – after all, the party was for the Chosen One, not his useless twin.

Harry was an average size boy, with untameable, midnight black hair, bright green eyes that shone like emeralds and a faint – yet vivid – lightning scar on his forehead that no-one paid attention to. It was of no importance, just where a cutting spell had hit him on October 31st, 1981.

There was a knock on his door.

"Come in!" he called. The door opened and his dad, James Potter, entered, holding a plate of cake and a present wrapped in purple.

"Hey, Harry," said James. Harry smiled and sat up on his circular bed.

Harry's room was mainly full of dark colours. His walls were dark purple – almost black – with neon orange, green, blue and pink splattered across it. His wardrobe was black, as was his circular bed with the same colour splats as his wall, his carpet was the same dark purple and everything else was similar. (1)

"Hi, dad," Harry grinned, putting the book on Animagus book down (2). James sat on the edge of his son's bed and passed him the cake.

"Happy Birthday, son,"

"Thanks dad," said Harry, taking a bite of the chocolate cake made specially for him by the house-elves.

"Sorry you can't come down, but you know how your mom is," James apologized, grimacing slightly.

Harry shrugged. "I don't mind, I like it better in my room, anyhow,"

James ruffled his hair affectionately.

"Dad!" he wined, trying worthlessly to fix his already messy hair. James chuckled and gave him his present.

"Here,"

Harry carefully ripped away the paper and opened the box. Inside was some sort of silvery material.

"It's my invisibility cloak," James explained. "Luckily your mum doesn't know about it over wise it would have gone to Hayden,"

Harry hugged him. "It's great dad,"

James returned the hug gladly and kissed the mop of messy black hair. He heard the guests leaving downstairs.

"I've got to go," he said sadly. "I'll see you in the morning and we'll go to Diagon Alley to get your school stuff,"

Harry grinned and hugged his dad again.

"Alright, night,"

"Night, son,"

The next morning Harry made his was to the kitchen – where he and his father usually had breakfast.

"Hey, Tingle, dad up yet?" Harry asked a house-elf. Harry was practically Harry's mum, she helped James take care of him while Lily was either posing for the Press or fussing over Hayden.

"Yes Young Master Harry, he over is there, sir!" she squeaked, pointing to his father who was currently reading the Daily Prophet.

"Alright, thanks Tingle," said Harry. "Could I have some pancakes and syrup for breakfast please?"

Tingle nodded and bowed, before scuttling away to get the food.

"Hey, dad," said Harry cheerfully.

"Hey, kiddo," James replied, closing the paper. "You looking forward for today?"

Harry shrugged. "Well, it's not as though it's a new experience – going to the Alley. But yeah, I'm excited,"

James smiled and dug in to his scrambled eggs.

About an hour later, Harry and James were stood outside the door, waiting for Hayden and Lily.

"C'mon, Lily, dear!" James yelled up the stairs. "Diagon Alley is going to be packed if we don't get a move on!"

"I'm coming, James!" she yelled. A few seconds later Lily left the house. She was wearing some extremely expensive-looking white satin robes and matching accessories. Her red hair was darker than it was all those years ago and was cut so it reached her shoulders in loose curls; her emerald green eyes that were once full of kindness and motherly love were replaced with rays of arrogance.

Hayden had messy dark red hair with some natural black highlights, hazel brown eyes that had a hint of murky green – they held the same arrogance as his mother. The part about his features that made him recognisable was the famous 'v' shaped scar on his cheekbone – the thing he loved best about his scar was the fact it was constantly on show and there was no way to hide it except for a bandana. His clothes were a lot richer than Harry's too – who was wearing a black shirt, jeans, and scuffed up black converse.

"Finally, I thought we were going to have to go to Diagon Alley ourselves!" said James, throwing his hands into the air as if to prove his point.

"Oh, you would never," Lily laughed, brushing past Harry and across the magical boundaries. She placed a hand on Hayden's shoulder and apparated.

Harry sighed, remembering the times many (many) years ago when he, Hayden and Lily would spend time together. "Mum's changed,"

"I know, Harry, I know," James nodded, also apparating. They appeared in the Leaky Cauldron, where reporters and photographers were gathered around Lily and Hayden, who posed happily for them.

The father and son waited in the courtyard for half an hour for the unofficial photo-shoot to end, before finally entering the Alley.

"Lily, I'm taking Harry to go and get his stuff," said James.

"Alright, hun," she replied, almost absent-mindedly as she posed again for a fan. "See you later! C'mon, my little Hay-Hay, mummy's gonna buy you a fifth gold cauldron and..."

"Bye," father and son chorused rather glumly and set off into the crowds. They went to Flourish and Blotts first, then the apothecary, then Madam Malkin's Robes for all occasions, and a few other shops before stopping outside Ollivanders.

"Well, let's go then, son," smiled James. They entered the shop and looked around.

"Ah, Mister Potter, it's a pleasure to see you both," said a misty voice. An old man stepped out from behind a large pile of wands.

"Hello, sir," said Harry politely. "I'm here to get my wand,"

"Why did you now come last year when your twin did?"

"I was going to bring him but Lily insisted he didn't have enough control over his magic to get one. I didn't know if she was telling the truth or not, she's the one that tutors them," James explained. Harry suddenly coughed, making a sound that sounded a oddly like: "Lies!"

James raised his eyebrows at his son.

"Hayden still can't control his accidental magic, while I can use it whenever I want – I read in this old book I found in our library that that's the sign of being ready for a wand, and I have been able to do it for years," he said hurriedly. "That last part sounded a little like something Hayden would say, didn't it?"

"Anyway," said Ollivander. "Let's get on with it. Here, Mister Potter,"

Harry went through about forty three wands before the old shopkeeper picked a rather dusty box from the shelf.

"I wonder..." he muttered. Still talking under his breath, Mr Ollivander hobbled over to the two Potters and handed Harry a dark-wooded wand.

In an instant, warmth spread through his fingers and up through his body as red and gold sparks shot out of the tip of the glowing wand.

James cheered, happy that his son had found his wand, and also that he wouldn't have to sit there much longer listening to Ollivander mutter about other wands he had sold.

"Curious...curious..." Ollivander breathed.

"Excuse me, sir, but what's curious?" Harry asked.

"What is curious, my dear boy, is that the wand that happened to choose you, is the brother to the very wand that gave you and your brother scars,"

Harry's breath hitched.

"That, doesn't mean he's like the owner, then?" James asked worriedly.

Ollivander shook his head. "Of course not. It is a powerful wand, that one is, I have had many, many people pass through this shop who have tried this wand out. Non of them were able to show enough sign of power to possess it. Be proud, young sir (3). Now, seven galleons, if you please,"

James handed over the money and left the shop.

"I think that I'll get you one more birthday present," said James after a few minutes silence. "Your mom has probably bought your brother about twenty more, anyway,"

Harry grinned and allowed himself to be lead over to the pet emporium. They emerged a few minutes later carrying a large cage with a snowy owl inside.

"What are you going to name her, Harry?" James asked.

"Hedwig," he answered immediately. "I remember reading the name in Hogwarts A History,"

James grinned and ruffled his son's hair.

Back at the Leaky Cauldron, Hayden and Lily were sat with a bout ten large bags next to them.

"Finally!" exclaimed Lily. "Now we can get dinner. Poor Hayden has been starving for five minutes!"

Harry resisted the urge to roll his eyes as Lily smoothed Hayden's hair even though it was already plastered to his forehead with a sticking-charm and ordered him a mountain of food.

They ate their dinner (or rather Hayden inhaled his and then proceeded to steal Harry's when James wasn't looking) in silence and floo'ed back to Potter Manor.

"Harry, what did you get?" Lily asked sweetly. Harry and James groaned silently.

"I got everything I'll need for September – and an owl," said Harry glumly. Hayden spotted Hedwig.

"Muuuumm!" he whined. "I want Harry's owl!"

"Harry, give your brother your owl," Lily commanded. Harry gaped.

"Lily! You can't do that – and besides, Hayden has Hephaestus," James protested. Lily shot her husband a glare and told Harry again to give Hayden Hedwig.

Harry reluctantly did and ran to his room, tears blurring his vision.

"Lily, we need to talk," James sighed. Lily nodded and walked into the living room.

"What do you need to talk about, love?"

"Harry," said James. "You're not treating Harry fairly,"

"He's not the Boy-Who-Lived," Lily replied simply.

"But he's still your son! You should treat him like that!" James yelled.

"Hayden is more special than that scrawny brat," Lily hissed, sounding more like her sister Petunia.

"What happened to you, Lil?" James asked quietly, feeling his heart crush into even tinier pieces as his wife's statement. "What happened to that beautiful young lady I had a crush on in Hogwarts?"

"I'm still her, I'm just famous,"

"No, you're not," said James firmly. "I'm sorry, but I can't stand it any more, I'm leaving – and Harry's coming too,"

"Hayden needs a father!"

"And Harry needs a mother! We're both leaving, I'll be back in a week to get all of my family heirlooms and so you can sign the divorce sheets. Goodbye and good luck, Evans,"

James stomped upstairs and entered Harry's room. His son was sat in the corner, resting his chin in the palm of his hand with tears streaming down his face.

"She took her," he mumbled when James sat next to him on the floor. "She made me give away my only true friend – apart from you, dad,"

"She won't be taking any else away from you, son," said James, putting an arm around his shoulders. "We're leaving,"

Harry looked up. "What?"

"I can't live with her anymore, she isn't Lily," sighed James. "I'll shrink everything so you can pack,"

He shrunk all of Harry's furniture, and kissed his forehead, right where his scar was.

"I'll be back in a minute, I need to talk to your brother,"

Harry nodded and went to putting his stuff in a rucksack.

James went down the hall to Hayden's room. Inside the walls were red and gold. Near the window, Hayden was prodding Hedwig, trying to get her out of her cage.

James cleared his throat.

"Go away, dad," Hayden commanded.

"We need to talk," James said.

"No, I don't want to. GO!" repeated Hayden.

"Hayden, now," James ordered. Hayden huffed and sat on his large bed.

"Harry and I are leaving, son," said James. "You'll be staying here with your mum,"

"I. Don't. Care. LEAVE ME ALONE!"

"Hayden!" exclaimed James angrily. He sighed at the thing his wife had turned their son into and shook his head. "Never mind, I'm taking your brother's owl too,"

Before the 'Arrogant One' could protest, James stood up and took Hedwig's cage back to Harry's room.

"C'mon, son," he sighed, giving Harry his owl and taking the rucksack from him.

"Where are we going, dad?" Harry asked.

"We're going to Padfoot's place,"

"I thought Uncle Padfoot was in America with Uncle Moony?" asked Harry.

"He was," James nodded. "But he came back yesterday. He and Moony wanted to see you but Lily told them – without my knowledge – that you were ill,"

"Alright,"

James wrapped an arm around him and kissed his head, before leading him into the floo.

"Say number twelve, Grimmauld Place, and wait for me," James told him.

Harry obeyed and stepped into the fireplace. James looked around his childhood home, and stepped into the green flames.

When he re-appeared Harry was hugging his best friends, Sirius Black and Remus Lupin.

"Hey, guys," said James moodily, burying his hands deep into his jacket pockets.

"James!" the boys exclaimed, moving in to hug him. He accepted the hug gladly.

"What's going on, James?" Remus asked. "Harry popped out of the fireplace, said that you broke up with Lily Pad and-,"

"I can't live with her anymore, Remmie," sighed James. "She's not the Lily Flower I fell in love with,"

"You can stay here," Sirius offered. "For as long as you both want,"

"Thanks, Siri,"

"No problem – Harry? Do you want to come and choose a room?"

"Alright," Harry nodded.

"I'll be up soon, son," James called, watching his son descend the staircase. Harry mumbled a response and followed his Godfather, sticking his hands in his pocket like James had.

James groaned and collapsed on to an armchair.

"Do you want to talk?" Remus asked quietly. James shook his head.

"No, I'm fine for now, I just need some time with Harry,"

The werewolf smiled and rubbed James' back.

"Alright, I'll be in the kitchen if you need me,"

James nodded and lay back in his chair. A few minutes later Sirius came downstairs.

"He's found his room, just across the hallway from mine, and next to yours if you're planning on staying,"

"Thanks, Padfoot," James smiled. "I'm gonna go talk to him,"

"Good luck, mate,"

James slowly climbed the stair-way – thankfully not having to look at the elf heads (before Sirius hand Remus had left for America they had got rid of everything Dark or unwanted (4)). He found Harry's room and pushed the door open.

Harry was sat in the corner (even though Sirius had placed his furniture in the room), with his arms hugging his legs to his chest, with his chin on his knees. James went and sat next to him.

"Hey," he said lamely.

"Hey," he replied.

"How are you feeling?"

Harry shrugged. "I'm not sure, mum was never a mum to me, but..."

"I know," James sighed. "I tried telling myself years ago, that I should stick up for you and me. Tell her that she needs to open her eyes and treat you both fairly. I tried to put off the fact that we were barely in a relationship anymore,"

Harry looked up with wet eyes.

"Why?" he whispered.

"Why what?"

"Why did you leave Hayden? He's the Boy-Who-Lived, he's the one that should be loved and-,"

James cut him off with a hug.

"Don't you dare repeat that, Harry James," he warned. "You're my son and I love you – Boy-Who-Lived or not you should be treated with just as much love as Hayden receives,"

He stood up and led him over to his bed, where he sat him on his lap.

"She didn't want me," Harry sobbed. "My mum hates me,"

"She doesn't, Harry," James tried to soothe the distressed boy. "She loves you, she's just been blinded by fame,"

Harry sniffled and wiped away his tears.

"Would you like to sleep?" James whispered. Harry nodded.

"Will you stay with me?"

"Forever and always," James replied, lying down on the bed. Harry snuggled up against his chest, still on his lap, and James wrapped his arms around him.

Lily may have spoiled Hayden rotten, and left Harry out. But he didn't care. He didn't want anything that Hayden had. This was all he wanted from both parents.

Alright, hope you enjoyed that. I wrote this a while back, like most of my Harry Potter fics, and I also have a cold.

Here are some comments I want to make about certain parts, but I didn't want to distract anyone (a reviewer in my other HP story suggested this)

1) I personally love this design for a room. I read it in another story like this and loved it. In fact, my bedroom is being done up the same way but white walls with dark and light blue splats.

2) Harry will be an animagus later on, I'm thinking of giving him multiple forms.

3) My version of how a wand works. It's kind of the canon way: "The wand chooses the wizard," but power is also a factor

4) Just to make my point clear, THIS FIC IS NOT A SIRIUS/REMUS FIC! The pairings will be canon, so Harry/Ginny, Ron/Hermione, you get the picture.

I hope you like the first chapter for the Arrogant One, I must say I quite like it myself. Tell me what you think, and remember that this is mostly for fun, so reviews are not necessary, though it would really make my day to see some!

I also don't mind corrections, just as long as they are civil and nothing like: "WHAT WERE YOU THINKING MAN! THAT IS SO TOTALLY WRONG YOU DESERVE TO DIE!"

You with me? Good. Until chapter two, then, peeps!

~Kiera~