Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter

Summery

Harry's brother, Michael is believed as the Boy-Who-Lived. Harry is always living in his brother's shadow with people always telling him 'why can't you be more like Michael' that is until the day he met the Outsiders

Chapter one: A Outsider's Journal

To say I love my life would be like saying that shit was a lovely rose that you would give your beloved. I hated my life. No, hate didn't even begin to describe the feelings I had for my life. The word was more like loathed. For the past ten years of my life I have grown up in my brother's shadow.

The old man that was so highly valued for his wisdom had declared my brother, Michael Todd Potter the boy-who-lived. What a mistake. I knew my brother was a fake. He was self-centered and not to mention annoying beyond reason. I have lived in his shadow all my life hearing comments like 'why can't you be more lick Michael?' or 'You don't see Michael doing that'. Sometimes there are times when I wonder why my parents had even bothered to keep me. What was the point it they never gave me attention because they were two busy lavishing it on Michael.

Snapping the book I held in my hands closed dust flew from around me. I was in the attic of Potter Manor. No one came up here anymore. It was a vary large room painted a dark brown that just screamed old. There were hundreds maybe even thousands of boxes stored up here. Most of the stuff belonging to my great great grandparents. I put the book back on te shelf I had taken it from. I had come to love this room more then anything and seeing as how no one came up here but me I had rearranged everything to make a relaxed place where I could sit and read while little Michael played boy-who-lived by training.

I looked through the shelf hoping to find something that I hadn't already read. I sighed when I was down to the 15th row and still nothing. But it was the last book on the bottom shelf that caught my attention.

I took hold of the leather binding. It was smooth and gently and I smiled as I ran my fingers over it leaving trails in the dust. It had the old musky smell that book usually do and it's pages were raged and some even torn out.

Sitting down in my favorite chair undid the tie that keep the book closed and opened it to the first page.

April 19th 1887

Alone, I am so alone in this world where I have a large family to surround me. Sometimes I wonder, do they love me? If they do then why have I never been told 'I love you'? I sat on the front porch staring over the grass at my family who were laughing and living in a world where I didn't exist. Dad gave Jane a hug and I saw his lips move to form the world Love but it was deaf to my ears.

This was my life and I hate it. I have been toying with an idea for a while. I've been reading you see and I've learned a lot of things not even a seventh year at Hogwarts would know.

My idea is that maybe I'll start a home of my own. I just recently learned of a spell that you allow my to make hidden room under the ground. I learned a way to make things appear and make them stay. I have a few friends to join me like Freddie Jones and Anna Stewt, they were both outcastes from their family because they had been bitten by a werewolf. Tara Naomi and Benjamin Conway, they're vampires that had been kicked out of their coven. Finally there was Robert Potter, Liam Axi, and Leon Axi. Also all vampires.

We were going to call ourselves The Outsiders.

I sat in that attic for hours reading this ancient journal of the women I had found out to be my great-great-grandmother. Her name was Elizabeth Tyler, or Liz for short. She had married Robert Potter and had been the mother of William Potter and Jess Potter.

The Outsiders still lived on today, she had written. The Outsiders had become lost to the Potter family when Elizabeth died before passing on her secret. Elizabeth believed that many of the outsiders decedents still lived in the underground castle that had been built using the many spells that had been created to make the home of the Outsiders.

They dwelled in the Western forest. Right behind Potter Manor. Where I live!