Twin Darkness

Summary: Kendi is the boy who lived, not Harry. Everyone sees him as the savoir, but really, what kind of savoir would be so mean to his own younger siblings?

Disclaimer: I created most of this fic, such as almost all the characters (though some only personality-wise) and the majority of the plot (though there is some taken from the book), but no matter what, it all comes down to the ideas being created by the goddess named J.K. Rowling.

I WILL NOT REPEAT THIS DISCLAIMERAGAIN. This disclaimer applies for the entire story. I will not waste time or effort typing this up again. Just for the morons out there, I will say once more, this disclaimer applies for the ENTIRE story!

A/N: Harry is NOT named Harry in this fic. Quite frankly, it seems too…. plain and pathetic a name. Who in their right mind would call a savoir something so wimpy?

Anyways, I do have a logical reason for the name to be different. When his older brother was born, they were inspired to name him something different. When Harry was born, well, who's to say they couldn't think up something better over all those years?

Oh, and anyone who's about to flame me saying MY names are pathetic, I don't care. Final.

"Sssseshhhaaaras." Victims. Prey. That's all that the Dark Lord was worried about; tracking them down, for them to wish to have died so long ago. What had it been, six years, perhaps seven? He knew not and was concerned even less. Time did not matter; he'd kill them all the same.

The three Potter children; the elder, then the twins. He knew little about them; only what information his followers could gather. Having been hit by the rebound of his curse caused his memory of the night to fail. The only memory he had was of the last moment, watching the light speed towards him while a small, dark figure in the grass lay perfectly unharmed.

According to what was presented to him, the elder, that was the one who had caused his defeat.

"Nagini, soon, the world will be ours. Once we eliminate the Potter line, starting with the valiant, selfless Kendi."

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"Get out of the way!" Kendi exclaimed, shoving his younger sibling aside as he hurried to the door where the reporters were waiting, like always. Messina, their adoptive mother, strode past the fallen girl without a second glance, following the one who had gifted her with all the attention.

"Come on up." Now this was a voice Melantha was happy to hear. Accepting the hand offered, she got up and immediately embraced her twin, Kaden (who most of you know as Harry), in a warm hug.

"Mel, get off before the reporters take a picture," Kaden remarked. Unlike Kendi, the two younger siblings had no liking for the press. Most likely it was because they were ignored, hardly ever mentioned, and when they were mentioned, they were ridiculed.

This time, however, they had to face the flashing cameras and countless questions; they were heading out to Diagon Alley, where they'd get their supplies for Hogwarts. This was not something they were looking forward to; it would mean having to put up with Kendi that much longer.

Deciding that is was time to get moving, the two headed out. Of course, in front of the press, their older brother was completely different. "These two are my younger siblings, the twins, as you should know. They'll be accompanying me to Hogwarts this year; who knows, maybe some of my grandness rubbed off on them."

The short laughter was quickly replaced by the countless questions. "What does it feel like to be related to the Boy-Who-Lived?" "What house do you think you'll be in?" "What's your favourite subject?" "What's your opinion on the ministry of magic?"

"It feels like crap. Who cares, they're just houses? Why do you care? And they're morons!" Kaden snarled, giving the crowd his best glare.

"Now, now, Kaden. Calm down; no need to be rude," Messina hurried said. "What have these nice reporters ever done to you?"

"Just wished to use us for their own benefit. Now can we hurry this up? The quicker we get this over with, the less painful it'll be for everyone," Kaden snapped. There was a brief murmuring in the crowd as reporters hurriedly started writing. He ignored them however. "Come on, Melantha." The girl nodded, and hurried after her twin after shooting the crowd a glare.

A/N: Okay, this is almost painfully short. However, this is just the prologue, so you can't exactly expect it to be long. Besides, it was pretty much just to get a feel for the characters and the setting. Next chapter, I promise will be way longer.

Reviews are more than welcomed, as is constructive critism. FLAMES ARE NOT!