Not a Potter, a Dumbledore
Chapter – I
Albus Dumbledore strode down a street in muggle London. Walking around the muggle world was his escape whenever things got too pressurized in the magical world.
It was around midnight and everyone was busy celebrating. Even the muggles noticed something was off, what with the owls swarming around and the stars shooting although it wasn't the season for shooting stars. But you might wonder, why are they celebrating? Simple, that day of October 31st, the Dark Lord, Lord Voldemort, was defeated by a one year old baby boy. The boy is one of the Potter twins, Charlus Potter. He was hailed the savior of the wizarding world and given the title of 'The boy who Lived'. The Potters were extremely proud of their son. On the other hand, how will the other twin, Harry, live with the knowledge that everyone favors his brother over him, including his own parents? That he will always have to live in the shadow of his brother? That on the 31st of October, 1981, his brother defeated a dark lord and came out unscathed while he earned himself a lightning bolt shaped scar on his forehead?
And that's not to mention that Harry's godfather, Sirius Black, died on the same night, trying to save his godson and his godson's brother as he was the one babysitting them at the time while the twins' parents were on a mission for the order.
To add insult to injury, Harry was declared a squib a few hours after the incident.
Indeed, this day might be the life changing day in the twins' lives.
Although they mightn't show it, Albus knew the Potters were ashamed of Harry for being a squib. Personally, he was disgusted of the Potters. You see, Albus had to baby sit the twins on more than one occasion and from what he had seen, the boy was very well behaved and sweet unlike his twin, Charlus. Charlus was a little bit arrogant even for his age. Harry also proved to be quite smart at that young age for he started uttering simple words 4 months before his brother said 'mama' or 'dada'. If Harry was Albus' son, he would still think of him as the sweet boy named Harry and love him no matter what.
As Albus continued his walk, he strode into another street and his senses began to pick up a soft trace of magic coming from one of the houses. Curious, he headed in that direction and quickly a house came in view and a small bundle lay on its doorstep. The closer he got, the clearer his view of the bundle became. At last when he was near enough, he saw that it was a young boy of the mere age of one or two. However, to his surprise, it wasn't any baby boy, it was Harry Potter.
Even though they were twins, the two boys couldn't look any more different. While Charlus has his mother's bright red, straight hair, Harry has his father's jet black, wild, messy hair. Charlus has his father's chocolate brown eyes, Harry has his mother's forest green ones. Charlus is chubby, Harry is thin and boney. All in all, you could easily tell the twins apart, due to the fact that they didn't even look related.
Worried, he picked the sleeping boy up and carefully checked him for injuries. In his mind he was wondering how the boy got there and who put him here. Was he kidnapped? Did a deatheater place him here?
As he was preparing to leave with the baby boy clutched tightly to his chest, he noticed a letter on the doorstep. Picking it up, he read what was written on the envelope: To Petunia.
But that wasn't what got Albus' attention, it was the handwriting. This was Lily Potter's handwriting. Suddenly, a terrible thought struck Albus; the Potters left their son here. It wasn't a question, it was a fact. Feeling furious at the Potters, he aparated to his quarters at Hogwarts(Being Headmaster, he can aparate in and out of Hogwarts), Harry still tightly held to his chest and the unopened letter in his pocket.
He conjured a red and gold crib next to his own bed in his bedroom and placed the slumbering boy in it. He then fished out the letter from his pocket and read it:
Dear Petunia,
Today two major events occurred in my sons' lives. The first one was that a dark wizard named Voldemort attacked my family. He killed our friend, Sirius Black, and headed for our sons. He directed the killing curse to Charlus. Fortunately, Charlus somehow survived the killing curse unscathed while Lord Voldemort died. On this day, Charlus became the first person ever to survive the killing curse. He was hailed the savior of the wizarding world and given the title of the boy who lived. James and I couldn't be prouder of our son, Charlus. Meanwhile, on the same day, his brother, Harry, was declared a squib. (A squib is a person with no magical power, whose parents are magical) Now, you've got to understand that a squib in a noble and ancient family such as the Potters is usually looked down upon and is a shame. For that reason, we decided to leave Harry James Potter in your care. You are not to tell him about the magical world or his brother and you must tell him that we are dead. In a week, we will declare him dead while he is actually with you. We will not contact you at all so that no one gets suspicious.
Your sister,
Lily Potter
By the end of this letter, Albus was fuming. 'So that is what you wanted to do to Harry, right? Well, as long as I'm in this world, Harry will be cared for and loved!' He thought as he decided what he was going to do with Harry.
Albus went over to Harry's crib and brushed his old, aging hand over the tuft of jet black hair.
"Goodnight Harry, my dear son."