Summary: Harry Potter and Christopher Potter were twins born to James and Lily Potter. On the night Voldemort attacked Godric's Hollow, the Killing Curse rebounded off Harry, vanquishing Voldemort and leaving the lightning-bolt scar on his forehead. In the debris, a shard of glass flew at Christopher, forming a scar down his cheek. Christopher is proclaimed as the Boy-Who-Lived, when it is actually Harry. James and Lily let the fame get to their heads, and neglect Harry. At the age of five, Harry runs away, to a place he can call home. Ten years later, Harry, now leading the Rebel Force, comes to defeat Voldemort, as the truth about Christopher is revealed.
The Rebel Force
Chapter One: Neglected
For four years, Harry Potter has been neglected by his family.
Ever since Lord Voldemort was vanquished by his older twin brother, Christopher, Harry's mother and father pampered Chris, forgetting all about Harry. At mealtimes, there was no place setting for him, on holidays, there were no gifts for him-Harry was invisible. Christopher's fame from being the Boy-Who-Lived and the Savior of the Wizarding World got to their heads, and they soon became very arrogant.
The only people who acknowledged Harry were his godfather and his surrogate uncle, Sirius Black and Remus Lupin. Sirius adored his godson, yet when he spoke to James and Lily of their treatment towards him, they simply yelled at him for wasting time they could be spending with Chris.
Christopher and Harry were nothing alike, even at age five. Harry, who was practically starved, weighed 30 pounds, while Christopher weighed 57. The Boy-Who-Lived took after his mother's facial features, giving him an almost feminine look, and inherited light brown hair from his grandfather. His eyes were the color of his father's, which was hazel. He was very chubby, and wasn't very athletic. James and Lily were proud of this, all the same.
Harry, on the other hand, had the "curse of the Potter hair", as Sirius joked, which was black, unruly hair that was forever stuck in a "just got outta bed" look. His eyes, which came from Lily, were emerald green, and stuck out against his tiny face. The boy was stick thin, and seven inches shorter than he should be. All in all, malnourished.
"Anyone in there, pup?" Sirius called through Harry's bedroom door. Harry toddled over to his door, reaching up to grasp the doorknob. "Hi, Sirius!"
"Hey there, kiddo. Can Remus and I come in?" Sirius asked, kneeling down in front of Harry. Harry smiled widely and took Sirius' hand and Remus' hand before yanking them to his bed.
Chris' bedroom was four times as large as Harry's, just because he wanted it to be. It was James' idea to paint the room red and gold, and Lily decided to shower the brat with millions of toys. Harry? No, Harry had two single toys: a stuffed dog and a stuffed wolf. He called them Padfoot and Moony. His room was painted a light spring grass green, courtesy of Remus.
"Look, Uncle Sirius, Uncle Remus, look! I can do a spell!" Harry said excitedly, standing on his bed. Remus stood beside the little boy, to make sure he wouldn't fall.
"Accio book!" Harry called, looking pointedly at a thick encyclopedia on the floor, obviously having practiced this. The encyclopedia flew in the air, and knocked him in the chest. As Harry fell, Remus swerved and caught the boy in his arms. Both he and Sirius were stunned. The Summoning Charm was Fourth Year material. How could a five-year-old perform it correctly? For that matter, how did this five-year-old learn it?
"Well done, Harry! But, er, where did you learn that spell?" Remus questioned, setting Harry on the bed gently. Both Marauders came to stand in front of him.
"I was reading! Chris says reading is for losers, but it isn't! He's just jealous he can't do that!" Harry cried happily, clapping his hands. For once, Harry could do something Chris couldn't. Both men understood, and felt their hearts crack. This toddler deserved more than this.
"Padfoot! Moony! When'd you guys get here? Come play with Chris, he's been dying to see you!" James strode through the door, not seeing the flash of disappointment on Harry's face.
"James, Harry just did a Summoning Charm," Sirius announced proudly. James didn't acknowledge this. He kept talking.
"Rita Skeeter has asked to interview him and his family, and we need you guys to be prepared before she comes!" James said, and he pulled his two best friends out of the room, leaving Harry on his bed.
Am I part of your family, Daddy?
Author's Note: If you didn't notice, I deleted several of my older stories. Stories that I won't ever finish, so I apologize. I hope this story (which is highly cliched, I might add) turns out to be a good one.
The Rebel Force is a group of people who do not fight with the Light, but fight against the Dark. They are not part of the Order of the Phoenix. The Rebel Force is extremely famous, especially since they have stopped hundreds of deaths and injuries, and the Wizarding World believes that their leader, who was given the codename Phoenix by the other Rebels, is more powerful than Albus Dumbledore himself. There are around 50 Rebels, but only 10 are in the Rebel Force. Harry, obviously the Phoenix, is the leader. Who should be in the Rebel Force? Sirius and Remus are definitely in. Not Ron. Or Chris.
Who else?
1. Harry Potter
2. Sirius Black
3. Remus Lupin
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Review and tell me who should be in the Rebel Force. Whoever gives me six people in the Rebel Force that I approve of (must be canon characters) first can create an OC as the seventh Rebel Force member!
-SparkledDreams