Summary: Aelyk & Luke Potter are dubbed the Twins-Who-Lived. While the public showers their attention on the twins, Harry is cast to the shadows of anonymity. Sadly, he never seems to be able to avoid the attentions of certain people…Extended Summary inside.

Extended: Lily & James Potter are normal loving and respectable parents. It's the twins who are menaces. On the surface, the two seem to be charming and slightly above average twins if one were a muggleborn stranger (with the exception of Hermione & other bookworms). Harry, on the hand, knows differently. Dubbing Aelyk a heartless bossy demon and Luke a lazy irresponsible jerk, he sometimes wonders if the Sorting Hat is defective. There was no way his brothers were not Slytherins.

Disclaimer: T.T Fanfiction. Not authorfiction. XD

Perhaps it was because they were fiercely competitive (by their own unique and oftentimes convenient standards) that they turned out like…this- the Twins-Who-Lived. Luke and Aelyk Potter had long since decided that whoever came up with that moniker ought to be Aveda Kedavra'd. Harry was just secretly glad that there was someone out there in the vast universe that was on his side.

"Harry."

Harry, crouched behind a row of bookshelves, felt a plummeting feeling in his chest – he wasn't sure which organ it was that was plummeting. Reluctantly, he bookmarked his book, Invisibility and Avoidance; Tactics for Any Good Spy, and stood up silently. It wasn't that he wanted to be a spy. Rather, he just didn't want to be noticed by his brothers. He had yet to succeed.

He mentally frowned at the five rows of bookshelves that might as well have been nonexistent separating the large plush chair his brother was in and himself. He wondered how his brother knew he was there. Waving a hand above the back of the chair, Aelyk summoned Harry.

Sighing, he plodded over, "What now?"

Sprawled out in the large overstuffed chair, Aelyk shifted his gaze away from a foreign newspaper to study Harry. Lily had demanded that her children be taught at least one foreign language so that they'd be fluent in it by the time they'd go to Hogwarts. James had no choice but to acquiesce to the demands once he'd lost spectacularly to a bet.

He still refused to tell anybody what it was while Lily still smiled smugly, like a cat who'd caught a canary, at the slightest hint of the bet.

Harry rolled his eyes at the regal way Aelyk easily dismissed him as below his attention, when Aelyk returned his focus back towards the newspaper.

"I saw that."

Harry tugged over a foot-cushion, "What did you want?"



"Mom's cinnamon rolls. Two to be exact. In five minutes, no sooner and no later." The newspaper rustled faintly as Aelyk turned a page.

Harry slid off the cushion so that it was between him and that … garbage-disposer of a brother. Crossing his arms on top of the black fabric, he perched his head on his arms and glared up at his brother from behind his shaggy black bangs. "Why should I?" he asked flatly.

Casually, Aelyk shifted to reach his pocket. One hand patted his pockets for his wire-framed glasses, while the other pulled out a thick leather-bound book with random pages sticking out in a haphazard fashion. Harry stifled a groan. It was his brother's journal, or more aptly put, it was a devil's guide- brimful of blackmail. There were several editions organized by time of observations and by age-group of the subjects of his observations.

Dark brown eyes, normally icy grey with contacts when he felt too vain to wear glasses, poured over his precious material with dark detached amusement.

"January 1st. 8 AM. You walked straight into a pole. Pictorial evidence attached. January 1st. 9 PM. You wanted to surprise mom with muggle sparklers that I managed to obtain for you, free of charge. February 2nd . You broke Dad's broom and sulked for half the day before I convinced Luke to pitch in to buy a new one. While the monetary debt has been recovered, the service debt is still pending. February –"

Harry sighed. It's not like Aelyk hadn't milked those moments for all he could. Lily had been delighted with Aelyk's gift during New Years' (never mind the fact that it was Harry's idea) while Harry had to find another one for New Years'. James was ecstatic when he received his spontaneous gift of a new broom.

It really wasn't Harry's fault that the old broom hadn't been fast enough for him.

"Ok, ok. I get the idea." Pushing himself up, he shuffled out in the direction of the kitchen. Now he remembered why he hated owing anything to Aelyk. Grudgingly, if he had to look deep down into himself- really deep down, he might – emphasis on 'might', be grateful to Aelyk for instilling a sense of independence in him. Utter, complete independence.

He still wasn't sure whether or not Aelyk punched Harry's tormentor from their muggle school because (A) the bully had messed up Harry's delivery for Aelyk, (B) Aelyk felt protective over Harry (hah bloody hah), or (the answer Harry would choose after A), (C) he felt Harry was his, and thus his conduct fell in accord under a subset of rule #2.

"4 minutes and 50 seconds left." Aelyk commented to Harry's retreating back before flipping another page in the newspaper.

His parents had always been supportive. They rarely showed favoritism, and even when they did, it was never constantly in one person's favor. Lily was adamant that her family would have a good relationship, unlike the one between herself and her sister.



However, in order to have any free time and to keep up with other responsibilities, he had learned a wide assortment of random talents to satisfy his brothers. Grumbling he searched the kitchen for his brother's order of cinnamon rolls to no avail.

Aelyk had two loves. Usually anyway. Himself and his mother's food. Family was included in that heart of his…somewhere. He also had a set of rules that he expected everyone around him to automatically know. Rule #1: He gets first choice for food and fashion. His parents happily obliged. Harry was too scared of the repercussions not to oblige. Rule #2: Do not undermine his authority.

That rule had a lot of subsets. One of them was the freedom of expression or lack thereof when in his presence; thus Harry learned how to keep a straight face…most of the time. Ok, really just when he felt it was worth it. Plodding his way up the stairs, Harry desperately hoped that Luke or Sirius hadn't eaten the rest of the rolls.

Luke, what to say about him? Reaching Luke's room, Harry knocked twice before stepping in, mentally preparing himself for whatever strange position Luke's sleeping body might be. Luke never argued with Aelyk mainly because he was too lazy. His only code he expected people to follow was to let him sleep.

While he'd never expend his energy on being angry, he would find subtle and annoying ways to show his displeasure at being woken up for insignificant reasons. Sometimes, annoying could translate to mortifyingly embarrassing depending on the occasion for which he was woken up. Like Aelyk, he was extremely observant behind those half-lidded eyes and utilized these observations to his victim's displeasure.

His best works were often unknown. Though Harry suspected…

Noting that the room was empty, Harry hurriedly darted to the window and scrambled out. He was sure he'd spent almost two minutes in the kitchens casting locator spells and detector spells so as not to mix with the magic in the kitchens. The last time he rashly casted the summoning spell, the food had ended up smeared up against the inside of the cabinet and the toaster had refused to work for a week after that.

The kitchen window over the sink had also spontaneously developed a personality akin to that of Sirius' mother.

Lily replaced it within the hour.

Harry hauled himself over the rooftop with ease and again noted the absence of Luke. From the corner of his eye he spotted his brother at the edge of the field close to a main road. He sprinted lightly to an overhanging tree branch, climbed on, and quickly located his broom. Within seconds, he felt the wind shriek against his face as he zoomed towards his brother.

Slightly out of breath, he jumped off the broom and rolled to a stop on the grass. Springing up, he saw his brother languishing against a tree trunk, watching the clouds drifts by. "Accio!" he summoned back his broom and hurried towards Luke.



Before he could utter a word, Luke turned towards him and smiled.

Harry felt an ominous chill down his back. Luke didn't smile. He smirked- and the smirk could barely qualify as that, because it really was more of an upwards twitch of the lips. Apparently it was too much energy to expand, just to express joy. Suddenly, Harry sensed several presences across the road and some on the trees closest to the Potter's property.

Luke waved exuberantly, "Luke! What are you doing here? I thought you were sleeping on the roof?"

Harry, about to establish his true identity, caught the flash of Luke's eyes. He almost whimpered. Before he knew it, Luke had hugged him, thanked him for bringing over the broom, "I know it must have been a hassle. You're awesome bro", climbed on and drifted lazily off- leaving Harry to face the sudden appearance of reporters by his lone self.

That was the irresponsible part of Luke. The three Potter boys all looked similar. Luke had dark auburn hair, but dyed it black to better match Harry's. When he could, he would direct all the reporters' attention to Harry, and escape amidst the confusion. It was only during these evasions, that Lily learned how fast her son truly could move.

Harry never even had time to develop any envy towards the attention his brother's garnered. He was too busy fending off the reporters he gained through Luke's diversions.

Harry felt a growl building deep within his throat as several camera flashes blinded him momentarily. He didn't have much time left. With an impatient flip of his hand, he lifted his bangs to show the lack of an identifying scar.

With a careless attempt to fend off arguments, "Dark magic would resist glamours," Harry sprinted towards a birch tree and grabbed a bell hanging from one of its branches, "Dorothy's adage. Home sweet Home."

He felt the pull of his navel and the wards examining his person before he materialized in kitchen where the house elves worked. With quick efficiency, he mussed up his hair, ruffled his clothes, and got down on two knees- the very image of desperation.

"Luxie!"

With a pop, a wrinkled kindly looking old house-elf appeared. She blushed under the scrutiny of the puppy-dog green-lantern eyes trained on her.

The two had an unspoken system. The more desperate Harry looked, the less she fussed. Well, the less she fussed before his deadline. She made up for the lectures afterwards. It was fun. Master Harry was very entertaining. She tilted her head, ears flopping once.

The words spilled out, "Mom's cinnamon buns, two, Tempus, ah…and 31, 30seconds."



Luxie closed her eyes and tilted her head to the other side for a second, before snapping her fingers. Opening her eyes, she held up a dish of the requested items to Harry.

He grabbed the plate with clear relief and gushed out his gratitude as he took Luxie's hand. When he stopped for breath, she spoke, "Master Harry must stop taked Luxie's job."

Harry nodded fervently, "Of course." They both knew it wasn't going to happen. With another snap of her fingers, she transported them to the front of the library. "Master must call Luxie next time."

Harry nodded and opened his mouth only for Luxie to grin, "10 seconds, sir."

With a hurried thanks, he rushed into the library. As she watched the doors close, she felt the presence of her mate Dobsy appear silently. A gruff looking creature, to whom Lily and Remus had secretly assigned the manor's security , Dobsy had a monocle twisted in his white beard, and tufts of grey hair that earned him the nickname of "Einstein".

Leaning against her husband, Luxie smiled softly, "Humans, they take so much looking after."

"Hmm," Her husband agreed absentmindedly.

o.O

Aelyk raised an eyebrow, "Two seconds early. Penalty."

Harry collapsed into an armchair, burrowing his head underneath the pillows. It just was not worth it sometimes. Heck, scratch that, all the time!

He missed Aelyk whispering into a cell phone that he had hidden upon Harry's appearance, "Mm, jue ding jiu si jue ding. Ciao."

Translation: Mm, A decision is a decision. Ciao.

He closed his cell and discretely tucked it into his pocket, before snapping open the newspaper again. He hid his demonic smile behind the papers as he heard Harry's flinch of surprise at the sound. Sometimes, being the older brother by just a couple months was … delightful. Being almost a foot taller helped too. He wondered if maybe there were other reasons Harry listened to him.

o.O

Luke dangled upside down, legs hooked on Harry's broomstick. He frowned at the runes on the underside of the roof tiles on the very top of the manor. "Are you sure we're being distractive enough?" he grumbled into the cell phone. His shirt was starting to fall into his face and a bee seemed about ready to examine his belly button. Wait, no. Maybe it was a hornet. It's butt was skinnier.

"I doubt anyone has suspected."



Luke attempted to study the clouds upside down, "Well, we haven't heard from our loony associate. And are we sure about the minion recruiter?"

"It's the mini minion recruiter."

"Blondie would have been a shorter name."

"Semantics. Also, too many 'Blondie's"

Luke stiffened as the bee came closer. "Two seconds early. Penalty," came in faintly through his cell.

Luke looked askance at his cell, "What?"

"Mm, jue ding jiu si jue ding. Ciao."

Luke stared as the steady sound of a dial tone was emitted from the phone. Maybe I shouldn't have taken Harry's broom, he thought to himself. He shrugged, carefully replaced the tiles, still upside down, before gently directing the broom stick to the roof space above his room. He then proceeded to drop gracelessly onto the tiles and catching the broomstick before it hit him in the face.

Naptime. He smiled sleepily at the white clouds above. Yes. Sleep reigns us all. He closed his eyes.

A/N: I'd like just 1 review telling me whether or not it's worth it to pursue this story. I want to be able to tell the difference between someone clicking, taking a glance at the summary, scoffing, and clicking out and someone who thought it was worth it to read it to the end of the page. It'd be great if I could get a beta to look at my punctuation and an expert on Harry Potter.

Anyone spot the references? Aelyk was inspired the older sister in "Seigi no Mikata" and Hiruma. Luke inspired by Shikamaru in Naruto. The second to last line of dialogue was a reference to Firefly in the episode where Simon is shot by Bounty Hunter Early despite River's plans. The whole plotline is a twist on the whole Harry is neglected by his parents and a sibling who is spoiled and the Chosen One.

If there is a next time: We'll delve into why people think the brothers are the Twins-Who-Lived; a quick glance at some blond players in this story, and why Harry would even think that Luke was competitive. Maybe it could be written from someone's point of view if people would prefer. Hah. people. I'd love the plural.

Btw. Harry does still have the scar. That'll be explained later… if ever.