A/N : Welcome everybody to my first ever piece of fanfiction. I'll say more at the bottom of the chapter, enjoy !

Chapter One

The surprise

The dark night was slowly descending upon the small village of Godrick's Hollow. The inhabitants of the small settlement were enjoying the night of celebration. The wizards could be seen discreetly disillusioned to watch their kids have fun with their friends. The lights of the pumpkins were faintly illuminating the street. The man could barely be seen with his long cape covering his shoulders and hovering an inch of the ground . His hood up, nothing could be seen of his face, except two crazed blood-red eyes.

Voldemort was walking leisurely, taking his time as he knew they couldn't`t escape him now. His targets had finally failed in their last ditch effort for a protection. He could stop a ridiculous prophecy in advance. He just had to murder a child. It wasn't something he wasn't used to do. He found it laughable that a crazy witch could foresee his defeat at the hands of a small baby. A one-year old child who couldn't speak, much less cast any magic whatsoever. Still, he hadn't become arguably the strongest Dark Lord Britain had ever seen by being reckless and ignoring possible threats. After a full year of research, he was finally putting a term to the prophecy. The child would die. His spy in the Potter family had finally paid off, and assured the Dark Lord of his presence.

Lord Voldemort started to be filled with familiar anger. The Potters had escaped him 3 times. Even though they were above average wizards, they were not even close to his level. The mudblood and her blood-traitor husband had still managed it, something only a couple of pure-bloods had been able to reciprocate. He took this failure quite personally. That they would be in pain what a big euphemism. A small smirk appeared on his lips as he thought about how their horrible deaths were going to destroy poor Albus. They were practically family, Dumbledore assuring a grandfather role to the young Potter. The old fool would finally have his back broken in two, destroying the small organization that was a torn in his foot.

Turning on the road, he finally saw it, the Potter's cottage. He was finally there, and he could see it, not protected anymore by the Fidelius charm. He could feel the strong wards Dumbledore had put there. However strong, they were relying too much on the Fidelius charm and were not expecting a traitor in the house. He entered the wards as he was keyed-in by the rat. He stopped in front of the house, and wandlessly opened the gate silently. His black robe training the ground after him, he approached the front of the house. He got his wand ready, and blasted the lock.

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This wasn't Remus Lupin's night. He had the full moon two days ago and was still recovering of his latest stint in the world of the werewolf. He had gladly opted out of the patrol that night, and stayed to watch James and Lily's kid. Peter was playing with the young Philip in his room as he read the papers of the night when he heard light footstep outside. He probably wouldn't have heard the steps if he hadn't had his transformation so close. His senses were heightened for about a week after the transformation.

He drew his wand and walked rapidly toward the walkway. He stepped out of the living room as the door was blasted out of its hinges. The door slammed on the floor and a dark silhouette stepped inside the house, his powerful aura intimidating and instigating fear. The power was leaking out of the man, a cold, heavy and menacing power. Lupin hesitated for a millisecond before raising his wand and sending a strong stunner at the Dark Lord. Not waiting for Voldemort to make his move, he rolled forward sending a cutting curse at his head. The spells were easily deflected by the dark wizard's shield and he send, looking as if completely bored a cruciatus curse toward Lupin who barely dodged it. He stood back up as he stared at the man lazily watching him as if he was not merely a passing annoyance. He charged again, casting hex after curses toward his dark enemy.

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Peter Pettigrew was, all things considered, a rat. Cowardly, traitor to his closest friend, weak, he represented his animagus form extremely well. So when the front door exploded, he didn't went down to help Remus as he should have done, or help the Dark Lord by killing Remus. He stayed in the nursery, watching the small child crying because of the loud noises the two combatants were making downstairs.

He probably should have told Remus that he didn't need to stay with him to keep the child when their parents were away, he could have saved the only one in the group that he still thought was a good person. The others got what they deserved for their jokes, their teasing of him, even tough he asked to stop, James and Sirius didnt looked like they cared at all.

He was a rat all in all, and as he picked the child from his crib, he wished, not for the first time, that things were different.

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Remus gritted his teeth and as he raised his wand, he knew he was making his last stand. It was a pity, he hadn't even been able to have a wife. He would have loved to start his own family one day.

His wand pointed at the man responsible to all of is friends pain, he shot his own spell at the Dark Lord. Being a werewolf, he always had a strong reaction to dementors and had become a living expert in the patronus charm. He was able, with the non-negligible help of Lily, to create his own spell to use it offensively. His eyes glinted as he shouted : "Patronum Ignis"

A big Patroni appeared, howling at the invisible moon. He glanced around the room, locking eyes with a curious Voldemort who was waiting what his pitiful prey would be doing. The wolf growled and suddenly fire enveloped him completely. With an explosion of heat and fire, the fiery wolf charged toward the man enveloped in the dark robes. Just as the creature of fire was going to reach him, Voldemort quickly gave a snap of hand, sending the wolf flying toward the wall. He exploded upon impact, but clearly reformed from the fire. The wolf howled menacingly and sent a small fireball from his swishing tail. The ball disappeared on contact with Voldemort's shield, enraging the beast as he ran toward his enemy, his mind set on killing the black dressed man.

Voldemort drew his wand and began and incredibly complicated sequence of wand movement before pointing it a the ground. Almost immediately water surged from his wand splashing the ground. He then pointed his wand at the now confused wolf who had climbed on a chair to stay alive. In a flash, a translucent tentacle flew out of the water and took the snarling wolf with it in the water, effectively killing it. Voldemort reported his attention to the werewolf, on his knees, his wand held shakily in front of him. The spell had obviously exhausted him. Seeing his fun on his knees, ad without sparing him a glance, he fired a silent killing curse, hitting the werewolf Lupin straight in the chest, killing him instantly. Stepping over the limp body, he went up the stairs.

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Pettigrew's entire being grew numb with guilt when he finally heard a deafening silence. His regret to not save his last friend, his cursing of himself for being what he was came a halt when the cold voice of his master was heard beside him. He turned around and saw Voldemort at the entrance of the nursery, his wand raised toward him. His breath caught in his throat as he watched his master stalking closer to the crib.

"M-M-Master," He said in a shaky voice. Hen couldn't't shake the feeling that something was going wrong with the plan.

Voldemort turned his head toward the almost whimpering man in front of him and smiled cruelly. He had never intended pay back the rat, his usefulness had ran his course. He raised his wrist, prepared to take the life of the human slug in front of him as a idea ran in his head. He could leave the man to be a dormant agent, striking when the time was right. He could still use a spy in the pathetic organization.

A gleam in his eyes, he stared inside his servant eyes, using legilimency to protect a few memories from Dumbledore. When he was finished, he broke the contact and, with a flick of his wrist sent the panicking rat writhing on the floor in pain. He tortured him until he lost conscience and then advanced toward the small child. The one-year old had been staring openly at Voldemort with his unflinching hazel eyes. The Dark Lord unease grew as the boy didn't cry when he had tortured Peter in front of him, choosing to stare at him defiantly instead. His hazel eyes were hard as a rock yet still had the same will his parents possessed. He would clearly have been a powerful wizard have the prophecy hadn't existed. The kid was a threat and he had to erase threats with overwhelming force to shut down any opposition.

His wand rose, and as he pronounced the Killing Curse words, he knew he had just made his worst mistake. An horrified look appeared on his face as the beam reflected on the baby's shoulder back to him. A torning sensation left him in a world of pain and without a body able to move, he disappeared into the night as people started appariting in Potter's cottage.

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The aurors and the Order tried to find Voldemort's body, but it had clearly disappeared, leaving only a large cloak on the ground. The remains of Remus Lupin were recovered, and as a Post-hum sign, they gave him the Order of Merlin 1st Class, for his heroic actions and helping defeat He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named.

Pettigrew was interviewed by Dumbledore himself who saw in his mind the torture that Voldemort had put Peter under to retrieve the location of this place and the obviously botched obliviation he put on him. He was released and hailed as an hero for putting his body in front of the child, which earned him an Order of Merlin 2nd Class for his courage.

The child was found sleeping, alone on the ground, unharmed except for a Lightning bolt scar on his shoulder. He was quickly brought to his parents, James and Lily Potter, who were at the hospital, Lily just having had her second child. Remus' death really shook to the core the little family as James became a little more serious and Lily more protective of her children. Sirius, the oldest child's godfather, left early the next morning, on his motorbike and didn't came back until a year later. Everybody thought Peter blamed himself for the happenings inside the cottage, so no one intervened when he decided to take two years to travel before investing in a business like his father before him

The parents were trying to find a moment of calm in this whole story, having been harassed by journalist and tabloid's reporter wanting to interview the parents of "The Great Philip Potter, The Boy Who Lived". The hospital was finally obligated to contact the Magic Law Enforcement when a enraged stag tried to kill a certain blond reporter. A security cordon was then put in place to leave the grieving family alone with themselves.

James, standing by the bed, looked down worriedly to his wife, Lily, who was sitting in the bed, cradling Philip while their other child was sleeping in a nearby crib. She looked up and smiled a little sadly, thinking about how loosing Moony hurt James. He panicking at having lost a friend, blaming himself with guilt as if he was the reason he died. She was sad at seeing her husband destroy himself with guilt. She liked way better his cheery and happy normal self. She took his hand in hers gently, startling him out of his thoughts.

"Lils ?" he asked, uncertain of his own voice.

She smiled up at him, encouraging him to speak his mind. He cleared his throat with a cough, and began to explain his opinion of what he had thought over all day long.

"I… I think his second name should be Remus. He was going to be his godfather and he deserved it." He said in a hoarse voice from having clearly cried himself dry.

James looked at Lily with a sad gleam in his eyes waiting for her approval. He had thought about this all day. His name was supposed to have his mother's name as a second name, the same way his brother Philip had his name.

Lily started to laugh in her musical tone, looking over to the crib seeing the small baby enrolled in his covers.

James, looking really confused now, waited for his wife to regain her calm over the situation.

Shaking the last laughter off, she turned to him and smirked smugly, causing him to raise a confused eyebrow, resending her into another fits of laughter.

With an heavy sigh, James went to go search for a cup of water knowing that she would be having the hiccups. She always did when she laughed like that, it really was endearing.

Sure enough, as he came back, cup in hand, she started to hiccuping, causing her to stop laughing and to frown at her own tic. Giving her the cup, he saw a flicker of surprise in her eyes before being replaced by love and compassion. Sipping the cup, she sighted of content, relaxing on her pillow before turning herself completely toward James, putting small Philip beside her on the bed.

"That's exactly why I laughed" she said, pointing the cup, a small smile on her lips. "I already knew what you were going to ask me before you did, as you knew I would finish hiccuping, as well as the one thing that makes it go away for me.

I know you James Potter, and don't you deny it. You have placed so much guilt and responsibilities upon your shoulders, way too much weight for a man to support alone. And you're in luck, you're not alone here. You have me, you have Sirius, you have Albus, Frank, Alice,and all the others. Don't try to make it your own personal burden, it's a common one for all of us to bear."

Speechless, James stood still watching his wife straight in the eyes, promising himself that no one would ever touch her or their kids ever again. He sat next to her, taking her in his arms, relaxing comfortably against each other, thinking about what the future would bring.

A/N : So, if you hadn't guess yet, this is a "Harry has a brother" story. However, it will not be a story concerning an ignored child, but a real epic. I have a plan that goes a long way in the future and I intend to get there. I have some ideas of who to pair Harry with, but if you have any idea, you're invited to send me PM about it !

Now, I am not a English speaker naturaly, so I am asking for your help. If someone could Beta me, or just give me tips about writing in general, I'll be forever grateful.

I'll try to update it the best I can, but it won't go faster than once a week. I have time now so I'll write a lot in advance of when I can't anymore.

So yeah, tell me what you thought about it !

See Ya !

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