Chapter 1

I got some wonderful constructive criticism on this story being a bit confusing, so I've decided to come back and do some editing.

Harry is the intellectual property of J.K. Rowling, but the plot is mine, and I don't appreciate thieves! You have been warned!

Harry Potter didn't like to show off, least of all the inch long lightning bolt scar on his forehead. He had gotten the wound when his twin sister saved them both. When the spoiling had begun it had seemed right to the boy that his sister would get the attention, Harry hadn't done anything special. What neither of Rosy Potter's parents realized was that the attention that came with being the Girl-Who-Lived had spoiled the girl's personality.

The Potters doted on the little girl and all of the praise and gifts had gone to her head. No one wanted any of the attention to fall on the younger twin but fall it did. When people met Harry the first thing they noticed was Harry's eyes, the enchanting green was often described as emerald but anyone who had fought in the Wizarding War I was well aware that the bright colour was the same as that of the life ending Killing Curse. People were unsettled by the colour and the way that it seemed to cut through anyone who fell under the child's gaze. The discomfort the child caused never faded, and his sister made sure that everyone knew he was a freak so he had never had friends. Without friends the small boy turned to books for company, he allowed the words to carry him away and when he didn't understand a word he went to the dictionary the Potter Family House Elves had retrieved for him and learned the meaning. In this way, he learned to read. Stealing his sister's discarded workbooks gave him what he needed to learn how to write like this Harry began his education which he continued through more independent study.

Harry wasn't old enough to realise that the rose coloured glasses needed to come off until his little sister was born. Harry could see that Rosy wasn't a nice person, but their parents loved her anyway, and he couldn't bring himself to stop wanting that. When Harry tried to tell his Momma that Rosy was picking on Neville the woman took him inside and put him in time out for telling lies about their little hero, and Harry spent the night thinking about how being nice to his sister might help him win his Mommy over. James forgot to get Harry as they were leaving the World Cup Final but Harry brushed it off as a simple mistake.

Harry allowed his desperation for love to grow until he was doing handyman jobs around Godric's Hollow for money, because maybe if he were less of a monetary burden, then his parents would like him more. His patrons often tried to comment on the maturity and determination that the child shows during a job, and Harry had hope that they would be proud of him, but they stopped noticing when Rosy got her newest interview. The final breaking point came when Harry was eight and Lily gave birth to a second child. Harry was often called into the baby girl's room to watch his little sister while Rosy held a press conference or book signing, but Harry didn't mind. Mere months after Calla Lily Potter was born she had her big brother wrapped around her finger. The little boy happily spent some of his money on simple toys for the girl and often gave her his own finger to chew on as he massaged her gums when she began teething. Harry officially broke ties with his family when Lily stopped coming in to relieve Harry of babysitting duty. Harry cried for the little girl as he saw a repeat of what happened with one-year-old Harry. The tears he shed that night solidified the eight-year old's resolve never to let his old family ruin his life again. Harry and Calla Lily became a package deal, and the parental bond continued to grow between them.