Summery: What if Harry had a little brother who was sadly given up by Lily and James because of the danger they were already in with Voldemort already presumably after them because of the one child they already have? What if little John Alexander was left at an orphanage and had to pay the price?

After being rescued from his abusive adoptive family, young Xander Potter is sent to live with his brother at the Dursley's and now he must learn how to start all over after living through 6 long years of near hell. Will the Dursleys accept him? Will his life he just as sad here with his aunt and uncle and what awaits him in his future at Hogwarts? Read and find out!

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A/N: Hello Everyone and Welcome! So I wrote this on a whim just like I've done in the past and I hope it's good! :D. Now I'm going to let you get on with your Reading...

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[May 4th, 1981]

"James, Are you sure that this- that this is the right thing to do?" Sirius Black whispered to his best friend as they stood by the front door of the home that James and Lily currently resided.

"Padfoot- I have to do this he's not safe here..." James whispered back as a tear fell down his cheek and he held his now one hour old child slightly tighter.

"But James-" Sirius begsn refusing to use his friends nickname to emphasise the seriousness of the situation. "He's a two month premature magical child! We have no idea what this could mean for himself or for others around him. Plus, you say Harry's safe here, why not him?" Sirius finished forcefully and with that James could not hold back his tears any longer and without warning he began to sob.

The young Black looked straight at his friend surprised as he clutched his son tightly in his arms and cried as if the small boy were already dead. "Y- you thi- think I want to d- do this!?" he said with such emotion. "He can't stay Sirius! You-Know-Who already knows about Harry! Because there's a goddamned spy in the order and we have no bloody clue who it is!" James said now already attempting to wipe away his tears and compose himself as the infant in his arms squirnwd.

"To be honest Sirius, I don't think this place is very safe for Harry either but it is the safest for him. Nobody knows that little John is even born yet so-"

"Wait!" Sirius interrupted startled. "Do you mean to tell me that Dumbledore doesn't even know?" He asked and at James' nod, he breathed in deeply. "You really want no one to know of his existence huh?" He asked and at this James shrugged slightly as he adjusted the child in his arms.

"It's not that I don't want anyone to know he exists, it's more or less that I don't want anyone to know who he's related to." The hazel eyed man said and his friend nodded.

"And you're sure this is what's best for him?" He asked and James nodded.

"I don't want him to get hurt and I know Orphanages aren't exactly known for producing perfect results with children and I know that if I do this then John will have a difficult life but this is for the best because at least this way, he won't end up dead." James whispered as he looked down at his son and following his friend's gaze, Sirius couldn't help but stare at the tiny wrapped bundle in the hazel eyed man's arms.

"So, if no one else knows then did you..?"

"Yes I did." James stated proudly now smiling as if he were a small child who had just flown on his very first broom. "Before I'd passed out, I'd payed close attention to Harry's birth and with that and loads of research, I was able to do it." He added now possatively beaming and Sirius smiled himself.

"How much did he weigh?" He asked as he looked from his second godson to his friend who replied still smiling.

"3 pounds exactly." He said and his friend nodded.

"Kinda small don't you think?" He asked and looking up from his son, James nodded.

"Well, he is two months early. He was due to be born in early July but I suppose all the stress and worry over all this war and already having one child caused her to go into labor early." He said and Sirius nodded. "Now." he added and Sirius took in another deep breath, seemingly knowing what was to cone next.

"I have a small bag packed for him, a list of instructions and the address of the aorphange I chose, now all that's left is to say goodbye." James stated quietly and Sirius nodded with a heavy feeling in his heart.

[June 8, 1987]

John Alexander sat quietly huddled in the back corner of the garage as he wished not for the millionth time that day that his father would not be angry at him when he arrived home.

Ever since his adopted mother who'd taken him in three years ago had married his adopted father just a year after his adoption, the young now barely six year old had sensed a severe change would come about his life and come about his life it did. It wasn't even a slow change. John thought as he breathed on his hands to try and keep warm.

At one time, his mother or 'mummy' as he'd begun calling her after a week of being her son, had been beautiful, loving, and perfect. Then she'd married Vecton O'Lyall and that's when it happened. Love turned to utter resentment, Beauty to Black and perfect well... things were still perfect...

Perfectly awful.

BANG

He cringed and tried to bury himself even further into his corner as he heard his father for him. It was obvious that the tall 25 year old man was furious and no matter the cause it was always John's fault.

"BOY!" Tears began to Stream down his small already bruised face as he slowly crowled away from the corner and got shakily to his feet. He knew very well that the longer he waited to go, the more blows he'd receive.

That was one of the many rules of his father's that he had to follow. Always come directly to the person who called and never ever waste time because for every second wasted that was an extra blow.

Now standing on his shaking bare feet, John made his way toward the five concrete steps that led into the kitchen.

He was obviously too slow.

As soon as he reached the top of the steps and his little fingers grasped the old rusted handle, the door was yanked open and he fell forward onto his father who upon this, grabbed the small boy by the hair and threw him backwards down the steps. "How dare you touch me you filthy little piece of trash." He sneered as he walked down the steps.

As soon as his head slammed onto the concrete, John felt himself losing control. His father was obviously more angry than usual and more than likely he was out for actual blood today. "Get up you piece of swine." The man barked and not wanting to be hurt anymore, the young six year old moved his arms to push himself off of the floor but instead of moving like his left, pain shot through the young boy's right arm and his hand wouldn't move currently. It was obviously broken.

"ARE YOU DEAF BOY! I SAID GET UP!" The man bellowed as he aimed a hard kick at John's stomach. He was just on his butt when the blow hit and falling over on his side, the small boy released the nonexistent contents of his stomach and as he did this, he couldn't help but let out an ear-shattering scream.

"DID I SAY TO MAKE NOISE FROM THAT UGLY TRAP OF YOURS!" the man shrieked and no longer being able to even move the small boy whimpered and began to silently beg for god's help.

Another blow came and this time, the boy was flipped onto his back so now as he stared up at the enormous man before him, he could see the man's hatred and as he stared deep into those cold, empty dark blue eyes, John himself was suddenly filled with an emotion that he himself had never felt before but despite this he knew exactly what it was.

For the first time in his short life, John Alexander knew what hate felt like.

this man- this slimy, smelly good-for-nothing loser had nothing better to do then pick on a small defenseless child and for what reason..?

No reason other then the fact that this man was a loser!

Another kick brought him to his senses and now focusing his new found hate and looking back into his father's cold eyes, he willed himself to hate this man, he willed the lord to kill him! He wanted this man to slowly burn in the depths of-

Suddenly his father screamed and shaking his head slowly, John's eyes went wide when he realized what he was seeing.

His father, who only a moment ago had been perfectly fine was now engulfed in dark blue flames, which despite their entensity and heat did not jump onto the boy before the man and at this the young boy cried out again as all in his world went completely dark.

[June 9, 1987]

"Another Child but how?"

Severus couldn't even breath as he stood completely still before Dumbledore, his blood pressure rising quickly. How could Lily and that Potter have had a second child and not even Dumbldore knew about him until now? Why had Lily given him up and kept Harry? The now Potions Master took in a deep breath and letting it out slowly, he let his body relax slightly for a brief moment as the Headmaster's next words sank in.

"Severus, When Harry was three months old Lily got pregnant with another child that later she and James claimed had miscarried. Of course, this was before your spying so you didnt know. I have no honest idea why they lied or why I did not see the lie but I didn't. Lily and James had seemed so distraught that I figured-"

"Well, you figured wrong." Severus interrupted coldly and Dumbledore gave the young man a sad look.

"I know Severus but-"

"Where is he?" Severus interrupted, now bound and derterminded to not allow the old man to speak his piece.

"He's in the Hospital Wing." He said and without letting another word be spoken between the two of them, he turned and left the room, closing the door behind him with a snap.

It didn't take The Potions Master long to reach the medical wing and as soon as he entered and walked over to the bed, he gasped and took a step back in horror.

The child in the bed was barely even recognizable as a person. appearing to be the size of an average four year old, the small red headed boy was covered from head to toe in bumps, bruises, burns and scars. He lay motionless and if it were not for his slow deep breaths, one would assume he was dead but he was not and for that The Potions Master was thankful.

[June 11, 1987]

"So he won't speak?" Dumbledore sighed as he looked from Madam Pomfrey to the small boy who was now sitting up on the bed, wide awake. He no longer had hundreds of the injuries he had previously sustained but even still, one could tell that this child had seen his fair share in his short 6 years of life just by simply glancing at him.

"No Albus, it's like I said before. He won't make a sound, he just sits there and stares into your eyes and it's so sad. His eyes- they've seen so much and even still, when he looks at you, it's like he's taking all your pain and resting it onto his own shoulders..." She trailed off , the Headmaster looked at the boy as if reading his thoughts.

"John Alexander Potter." The old man suddenly said and the woman standing at his side crossed her arms.

"Did you-?"

"That's your name correct?" Dumbledore asked the boy ignoring Madam Pomfrey who at this, scoffed and went to go look over her charts.

The child looked up at the old Headmaster and as he did, the elder man couldn't help but mentally remark on the boys resemblance to his family; with his dark red, nearly black messy hair and his hazel colored eyes which like the madam had said seemed to see right into you just as they appeared to change with the light.

"Ju- Just John... Just John Alexander." The boy spoke in a small quiet voice that was barely above a whisper and after a moment of thought, Dumbledore nodded.

"Your full name, your birth name is Potter, that was your mum and dad's last name." He said not showing his surprise that the child actually responded to him.

"I don't like my name."

"Potter?"

"No.. I- I do- I don't like John. John is the name that my mummy used to call me." He whispered and with a nod, the headmaster thought for a moment before asking.

"Very well then, How does Xander sound? It's still your name, just a nickname of your middle name and it's not John."

He finished and after another moment of silent thought, the young boy nodded with a small smile. "Alright then." He said and with that both he and the headmaster new that this wasn't just a rescue but the true beginning for Xander Potter.


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