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AN: IMPORTANT! This fanfic is almost defiantly going to be SLASH (HPSS), if this offends you, then please do not read! There will be defiantly be Hermione/Ron though.

Summary: A hidden prophecy tells of two wizarding brothers who will change the Wizarding World forever. On July 31st two Potter brothers are born, a new hope in a war-torn world. When Voldemort murders Lilly and James, an old wizard is put in a difficult position, for the prophecy tells that one brother will be their savior and the other will be his downfall. One son is taken to train to be a great wizarding warrior, while the other is hidden away from their world, neither knowing that the other exists. But fate will always have her way and the brothers are destined to meet again...

Blood Brothers

By AkashaWinters

Prologue

The Parting of the Ways

For almost 10 years Lord Voldermort had reigned terror on the wizarding world and in these times of uncertainty couples were getting married quickly, and those who had openly opposed the Dark Lord had gone into hiding.

It was this that found James Potter and his wife Lily locked away with in the secluded manor of Godric's Hollow. For almost a year now they had been locked away with little contact from the outside world, and things were looking bleak. It was the discovery of his wife's pregnancy that lightened the weight on James's shoulders. As the date of the birth came closer it also became more and more obvious that there was a spy and James Potter sat down to write what would become his last ever letter to the outside world. He wrote to his longest and closest friend, Sirius Black, to tell him of his great news; the impending birth of his child.

When the time came on the 31st of July, just before midnight, James Potter, alone in the manor with his wife, witnessed what the most important night in wizarding history; the birth of his two sons. They both had dark strands of hair and rosy skin. Their parents sat holding them on the bed marveling in the miraculous moment.

"James, look, I think he's smiling..."

"Which one, mine or yours?"

"The one with the hazel eyes."

"What should we call them, Lily? We can't just keep referring to them by their eye colour."

"No, I suppose we can't."

"What about Harold after my father?"

"I don't know...it seems too...stern...for a child...maybe for a middle name..."

"How about Harry then?"

"Yes, Harry, I like that."

"Which one?"

"The one with the green eyes I think. And James, for the middle name?"

"Harry James...and the other one?"

"I've always liked Oliver."

"Is that a muggle name?"

"It's a nice muggle name..."

"Alright, Oliver it is. Should we give him a middle name too?"

"I can't think of another I like."

"Well then, there it is. Harry James and Oliver Potter."

In the following months the Potters watched their sons grow and forgot the outside world. About a year later on a cold dreary October night, James sat in the kitchen watching the flickering light of a candle through the face of a carved pumpkin and listening to the sounds of his wife putting their children to bed. A cold chill seemed to fill the air and James' hairs stood on end. He knew in that instant and called out to his wife, telling her to take the children and run.

The door was blown off its hinges and James Potter fell to the floor, his last breath already gone as the Dark Lord made his way through the house. Lily a mother till the end defended her children, but all too soon her efforts were brushed aside as she too lay breathless on the wooden floor. It was here that the Dark Lord paused, as two pairs of eyes looked up at him, one set hazel, the other green. Sneering he picked the colour of death as he took aim and within seconds the room was filled with bright green light and the Dark Lord was no more.

Time passed as the house crumbled to the ground, finally an old man with long white hair and a long white beard arrived at the ruins of Godric's Hollow and pushed aside the rubble finding the brothers. Two. It was true then. The prophesy; the second half that no one save he had every heard; the prophesy that said there would be not one son but two, and that one would bring about the downfall of the other and would change the fate of the wizarding world forever. The old man looked down at the two, one pair of hazel eyes and one pair of green. Each boy had his name embroidered on his baby clothes and each was covered from head to toe in soot and testing the power of their lungs. Which one would cause the downfall and which one would be the Saviour? The prophesy said that the Saviour would be marked...Picking up each child in turn the old man cast protection charms over them and examined them closely. Harry James was bleeding from the head and cheek where he had been cut, possibly from falling timber, the old man used a healing spell to stop the bleeding before exchanging him for his brother. Oliver Potter had a small cut across his lower lip, and more noticeably, a pattern comprised of three spirals meeting in the middle burned into his left cheek. The mark that the prophesy spoke of was clear as day.

Sending a message to his most trusted employee to collect the boy-who-lived, the old man bundled the other son up and disapperated away with the boy. He would return with his arms empty and it would never be known that there was every more than one Potter son. For knowing the prophesy, knowing that the brother would be the downfall of their Saviour, the old man did what he knew he had to. Better for Oliver to never know he had a brother, than know that his brother was destined for such darkness. Hidden away from the world and out of sight, he would not harm to anyone.

AN/: This was just a taster, hope you enjoyed... next time you'll meet the boys.