Hey,

This is my first fanfiction ever and the first time I really write in English, so I'm really sorry for all the mistakes. Could somebody please, please help me? ^^

Summary: What if Harry Potter had a younger brother, his parents and godfather still alive and still was the Boy Who Lived? Well, this is the story of his younger brother, William Potter.

Disclaimer: I own nothing except William and Sam.

The Boy Who Loved Brokencyde (Unfortunately)

Chapter 1

This sucks. I can't believe that they really forgot about me. I mean, I understand that sometimes they have to be more with my brother then with me. But forgetting me at home when it's my first day and my first ride in the Hogwarts Express is a bit too much I think. I was so exited yesterday about today that they even send me to bed early last night because I was getting on their nerves. They should have remembered after that… It's always like this. They're all over my brother, making sure he's alright and when he's not here they talk about him non-stop. But me, they never really talk to me and the only time they "take care" of me is when I'm getting on their nerves and they want me out of their way. I don't think they hate me, I just think that they would like me more if I wasn't their son. Which isn't that logical when you think about it. They really hurt me today… It's not only my first day at school, it's my eleventh birthday (yes, I'm going to be the youngest student in my year). Well… I guess I'll have to call a taxi… OH! I just remembered that Uncle Remus was dropping off Kaitlyn for her first day at school today. Maybe he'll give me a ride too.

3 minutes later

YES! YES! YES! I'm saved! Uncle Remus just told me not to worry, that I would have a ride in about 5 minutes. I'm so happy now. I'll only miss Sam when I'm going to be at Hogwarts I think. She's a muggle and my best friend. She knows about magic because her sister, my brother's best friend, Hermione, is a witch and goes at Hogwarts too. My brother, when he realizes I exist, keeps bugging me about the fact that I should date her. My father even started telling me that girls and boys can't really be friends after a certain age and he tried to give me the talk. Lucky me, I ran away fast enough. I mean, the guy never talks to me and now he decides that we should talk about the birds and bees? No way Sir. It's weird, he's nice to me when Harry, my oh so amazing big brother, talks to me. Hypocrite much? I'd have to blame Harry for stealing all the attention I could have, but I won't because it's not exactly his fault. You see, my brother is the Boy-Who-Lived, the boy who defeated Voldemort in his first year at Hogwarts, the boy who beat a Basilik in his second year, who defeated a lot of annoying Dementors, who thought Sirius was Regulus, in his third year and of course, he's the boy who saw Voldemort rise again last year. I'm glad that he's still alive, because he's my big brother and I love him. But I wish that somebody could love me too.