Chapter 1

Harry Potter was miserable, he was coming home after his 5th year at hogwarts and he was not alone either. His brother Charles a.k.a. The Boy Who Lived, was on the train home as well. Harry was sitting alone in the compartment and was staring out the window, then the door opened and he turned around to see his brother Charles walking in with his two best friends Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger, and they all had smirks on their faces.

"Hello brother." Charles sneered

"What do you want Charles, I don't have time for you crap so make it quick."

"Well brother I'm here to remind you that mum and dad will be giving me all the love and attention when we arrive and you will get none because you're just a little freak who doesn't deserve their love and anyone who says otherwise is a damn idiot."

"Shut up Charles, I've had enough of your crap to last 10 lifetimes."

"How dare you talk to the savior of the wizarding world like that!"

"Shut it Weasley I'm sick of your shit too!"

"Don't talk to my boyfriend like that Potter!"

"Whatever Granger."

"Just admit it brother, you're worthless."

"Shut up Charles."

"Guys I think we should teach little ol Harry here some respect."

Suddenly Charles drew his wand from his back pocket.

"Crucio!"

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA"

Then Charles broke the curse.

"That should teach you to respect your superiors."

"What did I ever do to you Charles." Harry managed to say while trying to stand up."

"You were born."

Charles and his friends left the compartment.

"Some day Charles, I'll get you and then you'll be sorry."