Living in Potters shadow

Why. Why does Potter get all the glory. I work so much harder than that stuck up glasses wearing moron. Even my parents love Potter more than me. It was a cool summers evening when my OWL results came through. Top marks I'm going to be a Aura. I was so happy with myself. I turned to my parents expecting to see the same amount of glee on my parent's faces. I was wrong. I mean they put on a fake smile but I could see straight through the ruse. "All you have to do now is to beat Voldemort like Potter did " he chuckled my mother also began to chuckle with him. I looked down at my feet. Crestfallen. Bloody Potter all he does is not die. I don't even know why he gets the credit I mean it was his mothers spell the saved his life not potter himself. If we should be cheering anyone for Potters survival and the death of Voldemort it should be Lily Potter not Harry. But thanks to his mothers act he now gets to cruise though life, without doing anything at all and is still the toast of the wizarding world. It would get worse tomorrow though, for it's the start of my final year at Hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry.

I went to Diagon Alley many weeks in advance to collect my things using up a huge majority of my allowance to get the best goods, but for Potter its completely different all he has to do is waltz into any shop and they'll give him it all for free. But as I was saying another long year of living in Harry Potters shadow. For many being in Gryffindor was an honor, always classed as hero's and it was obviously Dumbledore's favorite house. For me though being in Gryffindor was a curse upon my life. You see if I was in Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff or even Slytherin, I would be able to make a name for myself. But no. That damned sorting hat put me in Gryffindor even my entrance to Gryffindor house was ruined by Potter. Everyone else had been cheered and clapped when they had been called but guess who had come before me? Harry bleeding Potter! My name was called out without any recognition because they were all babbling away on how great it was to have Potter.

Sometimes as I lay awake at nights I wonder how different my life could and would have been if Potter had died that night in Godric's Hollow. How I would have been the toast of Hogwarts, I would of been Dumbledore's favorite going off and saving the world. But most importantly my parents would have recognized as their great wizarding child not just some second-rate creature to Potter. I mean the pain that comes from being blanked by your parents is the deepest pain in the world.

At the nursery I used to go to where we were taught basic magic was when I realized my parents weren't really mine. I mean yes biologically yes but in practice no. We had been learning the wingardium leviosa charm and we were all showing our parents. Everywhere around me I saw parents faces beaming with glee as their little darlings making sticks and stones fly but the reaction on my parents faces was much different. I was the best in my class and instead of lifting up a measly stone I was making the contents of the classroom hover. My mothers reply, " very good darling but we must hurry up to get to my Harry Potter fan club". I mean at the age of three I was performing magic that may of surpassed that of some adult wizards would struggle with and all she could think about was that scarred infant.

I can hear it now from my bedroom as I try to cram in some extra studying to be on top of my class when school resumes. Its one of their old Harry Potter documentaries about his life. That boy is every wear in this house, on my mother's bedside table, in my father's wallet there's even one on my bedroom wall. I have tried to destroy it many times using the incendio spell but they've put some sort of protective hex upon it that absorbs thee fire and disarms me.

But I'll show my parents soon; I'll show the world soon. With my top OWL results I will become the most powerful Aura in the world. I will be the Ministry of Magic go to guy. I will be front-page news in the big papers such as The Quibbler and the Daily Prophet. But my main aim in the world is to prove to the world that Harry Potter is a fraud I mean its all well and good that he's destroyed the Dark Lord twice but what happens when he gets into the big wide world I'm sure everyone's very grateful at the moment but what happens in ten years time? He has no OWL results as he's been away all the time I bet my parents 100 Galleons that in 20 years time I would see Harry Potter begging on station 9 ¾.

I fell asleep that night dreaming of the battle of Hogwarts in which I saved a group of first years from Fenrir Greyback by shooting him backward using the Alarte Ascendare spell.

But in this version of reality I was standing in place of Voldemort in a dueling stance. The crumbling remains of the once imposing courtyard walls loomed over me. I looked on expecting to see Voldemort as I was already in the dream but no a all more pleasing sight met my eyes. Harry potter stood in front of me. He began to raise his wand. "Expelliarmus', I yelled my voice full of twisted glee. I stared at him my eyes full of burning hatred. I raised my wand, he flinched and a tear leaked down his face.

" AVADA KEDAVRA"

And if anyone had come into my room that night they would of seen a smile deeply etched upon my face.