Hello, this is my first Harry Potter fanfiction, and I have chosen to go for the age old Harry's twin is mistaken as the boy who lived. I do hope to put my own twist on the story. I should probably warn you that I am terrible with spelling and gramma so please jus don't kill me.
...
Tragedy hits the home of the Potter's once more
Well dear readers it is our deepest sorrow to inform you that the Potter's have lost another family member to the dark. It is well know that Jason Maximus Potter, son of Lily Potter and James Potter, survived the killing curse and vanquished the dark lord five years ago, after his grandmother was killed trying to protect her grandsons. Now the other Potter son, Harry James Potter, has been taken from his family.
We believed that after He Who Must Not Be Named fell we would be safe, we all grieved with the Potter's for the loss of their oldest member, and now we grieve with them for their youngest member.
We at the Daily Prophet offer our deepest condolences to the Potter's, never had we imagined such a horrible turn of events. We must not let this cripple us, the Potter's are still a symbol for hope in our world, now it is our turn to give them support.
If you know anything about the boy please contact the Ministry immediately, and remember dear readers to watch over those you love.
Daily Prophet
...
"Damn them all to hell! My godson is missing and all they can do is offer their condolences? Who do they think they are?" Sirius Black raged, his eyes smoldering blacker than his name. The man ran his hand through his hair.
"Padfoot calm down." The voice of reason came from an old sofa next to the fireplace.
"Moony he's gone. No one payed him.
any attention, there was only so much I could do with work and running House Black. His parent...they changed. It's their fault Harry is missing, I don't even think the boy was taken." Sirius Black crumpled in the seat opposite his friend.
Remus Lupin observed his friend quietly. Despair filled both the men. No Harry wasn't taken, not from the most warded house in Great Brittain. " So what are we going to do about it?"
"I'm going to find my godson. Then I'm going to kick his sorry fathers ass to Merlin's era, all the while telling him what a no good lousy father he is. Then I'm going to come back here and raise my godson." Sirius growls, determination set as a scowl on the usually carefree mans face.
"Sirius I know you're mad at James, I am as well, but Harry is his son. How to suppose you're going to get custody of Harry?" Remus said gently, knowing thought that the words needed to be said.
"Harry hasn't just gone missing Remus. I turn up to their house today and found Harry wasn't there, James and Lily didn't even know. How could they not have known? I can't...I won't let Harry grow up in a house where he isn't loved."
Remus Lupin could see he was fighting a losing battle, hell he wanted to lose, but he had to try anyway, "Harry is loved."
"Sure because you know a child is loved when the child looks under the Christians tree to find that his brother has five times as many presents as he does. You know a child is loved when the child feeds himself for every damn meal. You know a child's been loved when his parents don't even know he's been missing until a man who turns up once every three months...if that...asks them where the hell is Harry? That's not love Remus. Sure James and Lily care for Harry, but they don't love him." Sirius said with absolute certainty.
"And you?"
"And me, well I'm just the crazy bastard to love the kid." A weak smile forms on Sirius Black's face.
...
Cold.
Cold cold cold cold cold. The mantra ran through the boys head. It was so cold, and the big men were scary. They had promised to take him to someone who would care. They had promised.
The men had come to the gate and asked him to come outside. They said that they know someone who was looking for Harry Potter. No one ever came looking for Harry, only Jason, only Jason. They said they wanted to help Harry.
No one had ever taught the poor boy not to talk to strangers. No one had thought to teach him that men with tattoos of moving skulls on the inside of their arms were not to be trusted. Now Harry was learning. He was learning the hard way.
His parents had never hid him, Harry almost wish they had, it would meant they knew he was there. These men knew he was there, came they hit. They hit him not only with they hands but with magic.
Harry had a new least favorite word...Crucio. Harry did not like that word one bit.
Harry was cold, Harry was hurting and he anted to go home. He wanted to go back to where he hadn't existed.
Maybe someone had noticed, maybe they were looking for him.
No one had noticed for eight days.