I'm only gonna say this once. J.K. Rowling owns The boy who lived.

Chapter 1

Voldemort was not a happy person. He had just learned that one of four children could destroy him.

He'd start with the half bloods. They wouldn't be a huge deal if they died.


Lily Potter was a happy woman. She had three birthdays to celebrate today.

Her triplets had their very first birthday.

Her youngest, Hera, was a demanding baby. She would always cry if she didn't get what she wanted. She had red hair and

This was just like the middle child, Henry. He had raven hair and scheming green eyes. He would cry constantly. He was a bit on the heavier side.

The last was the odd one out. He was a normal baby. He cried rarely. He looked exactly like Henry. He however, was much skinnier.


"You protect them." James said as the dark lord burst through the door.

"Your children shall die Potter!" The dark lord laughed.

They began to duel. James had thrown out several distracting jinxes. Spells that have almost no incantations.

"So you try to buy your wife time. It's a useless effort." The dark lord said before knocking him out with a simple stunning hex.

He'd torture the man and his wife later. They dared to have the children who could spell his end.

He walked up the stairs. He tried the door knob and found it stuck.

He took his wand out and blasted the door to pieces.

"Take Harry. Just leave Hera and Henry alone. Take Harry. Just leave them alone."

He remembered Snape's request. Snape was the one who told him the prophecy. He would leave the Mudblood alive. He'd let Snape toy with her.

"Stupefy." She fell to the floor. Unconscious.

He looked into the two cribs in the room. One housed two children. They both were fairly chubby. They both cringed in fear.

He checked the second crib. He didn't notice the fact the crib was poorly made. Or the fact that there was no blankets in the crib. The child looked at him with a blank expression.

This had to be the one. He had his own crib. That was a sign of importance. Only someone that could destroy him would look at him like that.

He looked at the child and muttered the curse.

"Avada Kedabra." He said. He broke. He was nothing but pain.


One week ago

"I'm sorry Mrs. Potter. It appears that your son Harry possesses no magic. He is a squib." A healer said.

This was the magical level test. A healer would look at a magical child's magical core and check the levels.

Hera and Henry had a 6 out of 10. This was slightly above average.

Harry, however, was a zero. The healer sensed no magic in his core.

"I can't have a squib for a son." James Potter said. He belonged to a ancient magical family. He had to act it.

"There's nothing wrong with having a squib for a son." The healer said.

"I know, I know." James Potter lied, his voice trailing off.


This was the point where Harry's life took a turn for the worse. He was ignored almost constantly. He was given his own crib, a crib on that usually gave him splinters.

He was rarely cared on. His diaper was changed once every two days.

He was alone. Abandoned.


One Day Before Halloween

James Potter was pissed. He had a squib for a son. That boy dared to ruin the noble house of Potters.

He was also pissed at the Magical Rules of Houses. The law was that a head of house could only disown someone only if they were over sixteen.

"Lily? Do you have any ideas on how to get rid of that squib?" James asked.

"My sister. We'll pay her to take him in." Lily said. "We'll talk to her this weekend."


Halloween

"It appears that Hera and Henry have destroyed the dark lord." Dumbledore said. "It's without a doubt that Voldemort's death eaters would want to kill them for revenge."

"What can we do?" Lily asked.

"We must make sure that they are trained." Dumbledore said.


Later that week

"Petunia, I'll pay you 300 pounds a week for you to watch Harry." Lily said.

"Only half the year. I'm not going to watch that dumb brat." Petunia Dursley. "He'll corrupt poor little Dudley."

Petunia knew that the last word to describe him was little, but she kept silent.

"Fine." Lily said, fuming over the fact that she would be seeing the pathetic excuse of a son for half a year.


Over the Next Several Years

Harry had one of the worst childhoods.

He spent July to November with the Dursleys. He was put in the cupboard when he was three. He had eaten about two meals a day. He had to cook meals for the Dursleys since he could reach the stove. He had never gotten a gift.

Dudley's favorite game was Harry hunting. He would always fight him since he was four. He would attack Harry every day.

When he had gotten friends, then they joined in. Dudley had once cracked his ribs by sitting on him.

"Piers, grab him." Dudley yelled. Dudley was in no sense fast, but he had people to do that for him.

They all punched him unconscious. Before he passes out, he promised that he would learn how to fight against him.


His life at the Potter castle was worse. His room was in the dungeons. This meant that he would be nearly frozen solid during the winter.

He had one thin sheet for a blanket. He had to steal that, of course.

He learned very early how to sneak around. That was one of the few ways for him to get food. He'd have to be back at his room at seven at night, because his father would check.


Harry's eighth Christmas was a horrible event. He had to watch Hera and Henry get spoiled with presents while he would watch from the corners.

Then Sirius and Remus arrived. They were one of the few people who cared about Harry.

Sirius cared about all the children equally. He would give them all equal gifts.

Remus didn't like Hera and Henry. He knew that thy were spoiled. Why should the fact thy were the twins who lived be a factor in how anyone loved them.

He knew they would grow up to be idiots.

"Uncle Moony! Uncle Padfoot!" Harry said, excited. They were the only people who cared about him.

"I've got you something." Lupin said, handing him a present.

Harry opened the package, and found a book, customs of the Wizarding world.

"Thanks." Harry said, truly thanking him. While Hera and Henry enjoyed spending their time in the spotlight, Harry preferred a quest for knowledge and physical exercise.

"I've got something for you too Harry." Sirius said. He pulled out a unwrapped chessboard. Harry liked the glassy look on it.

"It's a muggle one. I didn't think that wizarding chess boards would work with you." Sirius said.


Two hours later

Harry cried as his father threw his chess board in the fire.

"It serves you right, you freak." Henry yelled. His brother and sister watched as he was mentally tortured.

Harry was helpless. He was thankful that his father hasn't taken his book.

"You stupid squib." Hera said, not caring about her brother's tears.


Do you like this?

You might find it confusing that their triplets. I chose that because, I read a story where Harry had a sister. I couldn't decide which gender should be the _ who lived. So they both are.

Do you think that the characters are too harsh? Tell me. Do you guys want Harry to be evil.

I'm gonna give him a sword as a weapon. He'll keep it. NO. I'm not gonna give him a gun. Too OP.

No, Harry will never get magic. At least, not the kind your thinking of.

Any feedback is appreciated. It'll be awesome.