p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;"span style="font-size: 18.666666666666664px; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"Chapter 1/span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;"span style="font-size: 18.666666666666664px; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"Harry and Leo Potter were born minutes apart. They were equally loved and coddled by their wonderful parents James and Lily Potter. They were beautiful babies; Leo had the vibrant red hair of Lily and the eyes of James. He was very temperamental, and cried a lot. Leo was the younger and the larger of the two boys; his skin was a slightly pinkish olive tone like his father. Harry was the eldest and smallest. Harry was an enigma, he had the emerald eyes of his mother, his skin was an alabaster white, and his hair was a raven black hiding a tint of red. The one thing he didn't have was the trademark messy hair that all Potters inherited at birth./span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;"span style="font-size: 18.666666666666664px; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"Harry was special though, he not only had an eidetic memory but he had triple layered cores, cores that were hidden from the normal wizard's core tester. These camouflaged cores were so vast, a Royal Blooded Phoenix would have trouble believing such a force existed. It was as wide and vast as an ocean, waves of magic shifting within./span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;"span style="font-size: 18.666666666666664px; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"Harry was aware of everything around him and hardly needed any sleep. He loved magic, loved it with a passion, for Harry had a special gift. Harry Potter could see magic as it was, a sentient force in all living things and inanimate objects. He could feel it's form, and hear its whispering of knowledge. Because of that, Harry Potter would learn more in listening to the sentient magic in the air and ground and sounds all around him than most in their entire life. He would often smile for magic could sense his awareness. The magic surrounded him, almost cooing at him, it's own newling mage. Magic used to be the only companion of Merlin, and in its solitude had craved the arrival of his successor./span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;"span style="font-size: 18.666666666666664px; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"Harry was a flood of power and knowledge, and when he learned to use his voice, would be able to communicate in all tongues, beast and human alike. Currently though he was content in the Potter's humble hideaway. Soon though, that would all change./span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;"span style="font-size: 18.666666666666664px; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"October 31, at solid year and three months after birth, Harry and Leo Potter were sleeping peacefully in the comforts of their shared cradle. They were dreaming about much different things though. Harry's dreams were always supplied by magic, so he dreamed of the wonders of the mermaid tribes and the fierceness of the dragon herds. While Leo dreamed of colors, shapes and sounds./span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;"span style="font-size: 18.666666666666664px; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"It was at this moment magic sensed a dark presence in the household of its' newling mage. It forcibly wakened its' cherished one and warned him of the presence. In the short time Harry had been alive he had effectively mastered all of the magical languages, including that of the ancients. Harry looked up at the disturbance in the house./span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;"span style="font-size: 18.666666666666664px; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"His parents had just left for an Order of the Phoenix meeting, they'd left in a rush after Dumbledore had flooed over and told them of it. Harry knew better; he'd had magic perform passive legilimency on the old man and had discovered that Dumbledore intended to sacrifice the twins to Voldemort in hopes of destroying him for now. Harry didn't like the old man./span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;"span style="font-size: 18.666666666666664px; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"Voldemort stared into the nursery; one of these children was the supposed bane of his existence. The child who met his eyes was disturbing. The emerald orbs seemed far too intelligent to belong to a child./span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;"span style="font-size: 18.666666666666664px; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"Voldemort met the child's gaze for another second, "Child I believe I will kill you first, meet your maker young one. It's not every child that receives the honor of being slaughtered personally by Voldemort." The man smirked at his own wit, "Avada Kedavra," he almost purred the words. Magic wouldn't have any of this though, it had just received the newling mage and would not let it go that easily. Magic formed an impenetrable shield of the ancients around it's little one, causing the curse to reflect back to the stunned man and blew him to dust. The impact of the rebounding curse shook the house to its very foundations, starting a fire that tore through the house. Harry was not left unmarked though, a lightning bolt/span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;"span style="font-size: 18.666666666666664px; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"Minutes later Dumbledore arrived with the entire order in tow, expecting there to be at least one casualty, but to his utter shock all he found was a burning house, the top floor untouched by the flames. In the nursery, by the door, lay a pile of ash and robe, the wand of Voldemort protruding from the center. The Order members gave loud gasps at this sight. "Headmaster, what happened?" Lily Potter asked, fearful that her beloved twins were gone./span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;"span style="font-size: 18.666666666666664px; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"The Headmaster strode purposefully over to the cradle and scanned both of the twin's cores. What Dumbledore failed to realize was that the next action he took would irreversibly damage the lives of many. "I give you, Leo Godric Potter, THE BOY WHO LIVED!" The resounding cheer was heard for miles. Many lavish parties were given in the later weeks to come honoring the savior and his wonderful deed. The Potters doted over their sun and basked in the limelight he brought./span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;"span style="font-size: 18.666666666666664px; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"The one thing everyone forgot about was the twin of that boy, who sat alone in a new cradle in the attic of the newly refurbished Potter Manor. Harry Potter cried. He cried and sobbed, and begged for his parents to take him out of the dark, smelly, dusty room they had seen fit to name his. But no one could hear, in fact no one was listening because from the night of the 31/spanspan style="font-size: 11.199999999999998px; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: super; white-space: pre-wrap;"st/spanspan style="font-size: 18.666666666666664px; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;" on, Harry Potter became the invisible twin who was declared a squib in the privacy of the attic the day after the attack./span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;"span style="font-size: 18.666666666666664px; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: italic; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"Flashback/span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 27pt;"span style="font-size: 18.666666666666664px; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: italic; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;" The night had been long, full of celebration and revelry. In Potter Manor, however, unfortunate news was being given to Lily and James, "Lily, James, I know that this will be hard to hear, so I decided to hold off on telling you as soon as I found out. My dear ones, Harry has no magical core, not even a spark of one like squibs usually do. I am sorry to say this, but Harry needs to be separated from Leo. If they were to grow up together I fear that Harry would end up being a destructive force only capable of jealousy." Lilly looked disgusted, James looked outraged./span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 27pt;"span style="font-size: 18.666666666666664px; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: italic; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;" "Lily-Flower don't worry, I'll make sure that squib doesn't contaminate our precious Leo." James looked at his wife, holding her hand. Lily nodded her head at him. "I don't want him harming our Leo with negative emotions and attention grabbing, we must make sure they don't interact, he may lose his magic if the squib tries to mooch off our powerful little boy."/span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 27pt;"span style="font-size: 18.666666666666664px; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: italic; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"End Flashback/span/p
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p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;"span style="font-size: 18.666666666666664px; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;" /span span style="font-size: 18.666666666666664px; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"That day marked the end of and positive emotion Harry Potter would receive for a while. His only companions were the sentient magic and the house elves. His mother came in to take his brother for feedings, changings, or just to coo at and play with him. Harry was upset. He was hungry, he was starting to get rashes and sores from being left unchanged, and he hurt. Harry called out for his mother; for his father. Nothing worked, they didn't listen, and when he cried they would come in and hit him till he was knocked unconscious./span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;"span style="font-size: 18.666666666666664px; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"Harry was often locked in the room with no human contact; James and Lily rarely even fed their son. Without the house elves Harry would've died within the first month of their neglect. Tippy was the one who taught Harry how to form words, read, and write. If Harry hadn't had her he would've been terribly illiterate. Tippy made sure he was properly fed, and clothed. She also set up the attic with many unused rugs that would insulate the room and keep him warm. The day of his birthday had been a disastrous affair; Harry had asked Tippy to swipe him a slice of his brothers' cake when the roaring party was in full swing./span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;"span style="font-size: 18.666666666666664px; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;" /span span style="font-size: 18.666666666666664px; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"Sadly for the first time in months his father decided that would be a good time to feed their other son, so when he found him eating a slice of cake, James Potter had assumed that Harry had snuck into the party, possibly contaminating Leo, he lost it. That was the last time Harry Potter was physically abused, James hit Harry for ten straight minutes; with whips, fire, knives, and curses; leaving Harry broken and bloody on the rugs of his attic. He had a single word carved over his shoulder blade, Freak. James carved it again every time it stopped bleeding. Harry had pleaded the whole time, promising to be a good boy, but only if James could please stop, stop hurting, stop kicking and hitting. Finally, James brought out his wand, and crucioed his eldest saying, "You deserve this you ungrateful freak, you should just die. Trying to steal magic from your brother, the destroyer of Voldemort, you ungrateful little git, this'll teach you. This'll teach you not to try and infect your brother with your freakishness." James touched his wand to the carved letters and muttered a curse that would make a permanent scar out of them, cursed to be angry and red against the pale flesh, a reminder./span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;"span style="font-size: 18.666666666666664px; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;" /span span style="font-size: 18.666666666666664px; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;""Remember this boy, freaks don't deserve to be near respectable people, freaks don't get nice clothes, or expensive foods, freak stays where Freak Belongs! IN THE ATTIC!/span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;"span style="font-size: 18.666666666666664px; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"Harry Potter lay crying in the aftermath; finally accepting that his Daddy and Mummy didn't love him anymore, because they thought his brother killed the evil man. Harry cried in bitterness and frustration, it had been Harry not Leo that had done it. Pain wracked through his young body, and magic tried to sooth his aching and grieving heart. That night James put a fidilus charm around the attic with a house elf as a secret keeper. He locked away his son and in the next few years to come would forget about the eldest son in the Potter family./span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;"span style="font-size: 18.666666666666664px; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;" /span/p
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p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;"span style="font-size: 18.666666666666664px; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"Harry and Leo Potter were born minutes apart. They were equally loved and coddled by their wonderful parents James and Lily Potter. They were beautiful babies; Leo had the vibrant red hair of Lily and the eyes of James. He was very temperamental, and cried a lot. Leo was the younger and the larger of the two boys; his skin was a slightly pinkish olive tone like his father. Harry was the eldest and smallest. Harry was an enigma, he had the emerald eyes of his mother, his skin was an alabaster white, and his hair was a raven black hiding a tint of red. The one thing he didn't have was the trademark messy hair that all Potters inherited at birth./span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;"span style="font-size: 18.666666666666664px; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"Harry was special though, he not only had an eidetic memory but he had triple layered cores, cores that were hidden from the normal wizard's core tester. These camouflaged cores were so vast, a Royal Blooded Phoenix would have trouble believing such a force existed. It was as wide and vast as an ocean, waves of magic shifting within./span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;"span style="font-size: 18.666666666666664px; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"Harry was aware of everything around him and hardly needed any sleep. He loved magic, loved it with a passion, for Harry had a special gift. Harry Potter could see magic as it was, a sentient force in all living things and inanimate objects. He could feel it's form, and hear its whispering of knowledge. Because of that, Harry Potter would learn more in listening to the sentient magic in the air and ground and sounds all around him than most in their entire life. He would often smile for magic could sense his awareness. The magic surrounded him, almost cooing at him, it's own newling mage. Magic used to be the only companion of Merlin, and in its solitude had craved the arrival of his successor./span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;"span style="font-size: 18.666666666666664px; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"Harry was a flood of power and knowledge, and when he learned to use his voice, would be able to communicate in all tongues, beast and human alike. Currently though he was content in the Potter's humble hideaway. Soon though, that would all change./span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;"span style="font-size: 18.666666666666664px; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"October 31, at solid year and three months after birth, Harry and Leo Potter were sleeping peacefully in the comforts of their shared cradle. They were dreaming about much different things though. Harry's dreams were always supplied by magic, so he dreamed of the wonders of the mermaid tribes and the fierceness of the dragon herds. While Leo dreamed of colors, shapes and sounds./span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;"span style="font-size: 18.666666666666664px; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"It was at this moment magic sensed a dark presence in the household of its' newling mage. It forcibly wakened its' cherished one and warned him of the presence. In the short time Harry had been alive he had effectively mastered all of the magical languages, including that of the ancients. Harry looked up at the disturbance in the house./span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;"span style="font-size: 18.666666666666664px; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"His parents had just left for an Order of the Phoenix meeting, they'd left in a rush after Dumbledore had flooed over and told them of it. Harry knew better; he'd had magic perform passive legilimency on the old man and had discovered that Dumbledore intended to sacrifice the twins to Voldemort in hopes of destroying him for now. Harry didn't like the old man./span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;"span style="font-size: 18.666666666666664px; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"Voldemort stared into the nursery; one of these children was the supposed bane of his existence. The child who met his eyes was disturbing. The emerald orbs seemed far too intelligent to belong to a child./span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;"span style="font-size: 18.666666666666664px; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"Voldemort met the child's gaze for another second, "Child I believe I will kill you first, meet your maker young one. It's not every child that receives the honor of being slaughtered personally by Voldemort." The man smirked at his own wit, "Avada Kedavra," he almost purred the words. Magic wouldn't have any of this though, it had just received the newling mage and would not let it go that easily. Magic formed an impenetrable shield of the ancients around it's little one, causing the curse to reflect back to the stunned man and blew him to dust. The impact of the rebounding curse shook the house to its very foundations, starting a fire that tore through the house. Harry was not left unmarked though, a lightning bolt/span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;"span style="font-size: 18.666666666666664px; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"Minutes later Dumbledore arrived with the entire order in tow, expecting there to be at least one casualty, but to his utter shock all he found was a burning house, the top floor untouched by the flames. In the nursery, by the door, lay a pile of ash and robe, the wand of Voldemort protruding from the center. The Order members gave loud gasps at this sight. "Headmaster, what happened?" Lily Potter asked, fearful that her beloved twins were gone./span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;"span style="font-size: 18.666666666666664px; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"The Headmaster strode purposefully over to the cradle and scanned both of the twin's cores. What Dumbledore failed to realize was that the next action he took would irreversibly damage the lives of many. "I give you, Leo Godric Potter, THE BOY WHO LIVED!" The resounding cheer was heard for miles. Many lavish parties were given in the later weeks to come honoring the savior and his wonderful deed. The Potters doted over their sun and basked in the limelight he brought./span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;"span style="font-size: 18.666666666666664px; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"The one thing everyone forgot about was the twin of that boy, who sat alone in a new cradle in the attic of the newly refurbished Potter Manor. Harry Potter cried. He cried and sobbed, and begged for his parents to take him out of the dark, smelly, dusty room they had seen fit to name his. But no one could hear, in fact no one was listening because from the night of the 31/spanspan style="font-size: 11.199999999999998px; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: super; white-space: pre-wrap;"st/spanspan style="font-size: 18.666666666666664px; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;" on, Harry Potter became the invisible twin who was declared a squib in the privacy of the attic the day after the attack./span/p
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p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 27pt;"span style="font-size: 18.666666666666664px; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: italic; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;" The night had been long, full of celebration and revelry. In Potter Manor, however, unfortunate news was being given to Lily and James, "Lily, James, I know that this will be hard to hear, so I decided to hold off on telling you as soon as I found out. My dear ones, Harry has no magical core, not even a spark of one like squibs usually do. I am sorry to say this, but Harry needs to be separated from Leo. If they were to grow up together I fear that Harry would end up being a destructive force only capable of jealousy." Lilly looked disgusted, James looked outraged./span/p
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p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;"span style="font-size: 18.666666666666664px; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;" /span span style="font-size: 18.666666666666664px; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"That day marked the end of and positive emotion Harry Potter would receive for a while. His only companions were the sentient magic and the house elves. His mother came in to take his brother for feedings, changings, or just to coo at and play with him. Harry was upset. He was hungry, he was starting to get rashes and sores from being left unchanged, and he hurt. Harry called out for his mother; for his father. Nothing worked, they didn't listen, and when he cried they would come in and hit him till he was knocked unconscious./span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;"span style="font-size: 18.666666666666664px; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"Harry was often locked in the room with no human contact; James and Lily rarely even fed their son. Without the house elves Harry would've died within the first month of their neglect. Tippy was the one who taught Harry how to form words, read, and write. If Harry hadn't had her he would've been terribly illiterate. Tippy made sure he was properly fed, and clothed. She also set up the attic with many unused rugs that would insulate the room and keep him warm. The day of his birthday had been a disastrous affair; Harry had asked Tippy to swipe him a slice of his brothers' cake when the roaring party was in full swing./span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;"span style="font-size: 18.666666666666664px; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;" /span span style="font-size: 18.666666666666664px; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"Sadly for the first time in months his father decided that would be a good time to feed their other son, so when he found him eating a slice of cake, James Potter had assumed that Harry had snuck into the party, possibly contaminating Leo, he lost it. That was the last time Harry Potter was physically abused, James hit Harry for ten straight minutes; with whips, fire, knives, and curses; leaving Harry broken and bloody on the rugs of his attic. He had a single word carved over his shoulder blade, Freak. James carved it again every time it stopped bleeding. Harry had pleaded the whole time, promising to be a good boy, but only if James could please stop, stop hurting, stop kicking and hitting. Finally, James brought out his wand, and crucioed his eldest saying, "You deserve this you ungrateful freak, you should just die. Trying to steal magic from your brother, the destroyer of Voldemort, you ungrateful little git, this'll teach you. This'll teach you not to try and infect your brother with your freakishness." James touched his wand to the carved letters and muttered a curse that would make a permanent scar out of them, cursed to be angry and red against the pale flesh, a reminder./span/p
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