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This chapter is beta read by WyrdFyre.

CHAPTER ONE : LOST OR ABANDONED?

It had been three days since he had started living at St George's orphanage. He was lost in the train station, or maybe he was abandoned. His parents had never really cared about him. It was always his twin brother Danny that got their attention. Harry was always forgotten. He was never abused, cause his parents had long since forgotten him. They were too caught up in the fame of being the parents of the boy Who Lived. He was simply incomparable to the chosen one, the defeater of the You Know Who.

Harry was a bright child, intelligent too. He had even performed his first accidental magic before Danny, but it went unacknowledged. His beautiful emerald eyes, straight nose and unruly hair were simply too adorable, for someone not to love him. Although that was only when that someone doesn't know that he was twin brother of Daniel Potter, the Boy Who Lived. Then, he was just a shadow. He loved his books, forever in the library at Potter manor, but he was a lonely child, and always had been. Maybe it was because no one wanted to be with him.

He had always wished to be the identical twin of his brother, maybe then, his mother might hug him, or his father might pat him proudly.

They'd forgotten him, but he thought that they still loved him. Though they never celebrated his birthday, never hugged him, never smiled at him. But he still thought... they loved him... like a sinking man holding onto straws.

Danny always picked on him when he was with his friends Ronald and Neville. Grinning as he blamed his mistakes on his brother, watching maliciously from the side lines as he got scolded.

Harry clearly remembers the day when his parents took him and Danny to London to meet his aunt. Lily thought that the children should get to know about muggle ways. Their aunt had invited them for a family get together as was their granny's last wish. Granny had always made cookies for Harry whenever he was over to her house, but she was now gone to where Granpa was. He really liked her, but she had also maliciously forgot about him.

They were at railway station. It was crowded. His mom and dad were walking fast with Danny. He was trying to keep up with them but then he bumped into a big man, not as big as Hagrid, and he fell on his backside. The big man helped him to stand and after saying sorry, walked away, but when Harry looked for his parents they were nowhere to be seen. Frantically He dashed towards the direction they were walking to, but they were gone. They had forgot him again, Harry thought angrily. Now he was alone. So, he did the only thing a seven year old child would do, he started to panic, his breath becoming laboured. He didn't know what to do, telling himself to calm down. He scolded himself not to cry but tears started streaming down his cheeks. He hadn't cried for a long time, and he certainly wouldn't start now. So, he took a deep breath and sat down on a bench and hoped to Merlin, his mom and dad or Danny would remember him soon and come back.

He waited for hours. He was hungry and thirsty. Then a women came to Harry asking why he was sitting there alone, he told her what had happened. She took him to a room where some other people were wearing strange uniforms. She told them something in whispers. Then they asked Harry some questions and he answered. They even gave him milk and cookies. Then a women came and took Harry to a big red metal thing with wheels. It must be some muggle thing, Harry thought. When they were sitting in red metal thing, Harry fell asleep as he was extremely tired.

Next time he woke he was in a bed at St George orphanage.