A//N Ok, first things first. I have just recently had my computer completely wiped, all of the programs and personal data are gone. I managed to put most of my fanfiction onto my Portable Hard drive so no need to panic, but I no longer have Microsoft word, so I have to do this on Wordpad, and all of my other fics cannot open on Wordpad, so I cannot update them, so please, do not shoot me! I'll be getting Word soon so yeah...bare with me for a time. This is a new fic so I can update this on Wordpad fine so...hmm.

I've had this idea swimming around in my head for a while so I figured I'd get it out of the way while I'm bored enough to do it. I have a thing with giving people twin brothers/sisters or surprise lovers so...yeah...call it my S.W.S! (Signiture Writing Style.) XD. This won't be a long fic so don't expect some long ass chapters, my average chapter is 3, 000 to 6, 000 words long soooo...yeah.

Ok, I know quite a bit about Harry Potter, but I can never remember any complex spells. I know the normal lot and the odd dark curse, but I have trouble remembering Latin... hehehe.

I do not, nor will I ever wish to, own Harry Potter! I do however own the plot for this fic and any OC that pops up...But if Daniel ever decided to come to the Australian Northern Territory he would mysteriously go missing...Lol, just kidding.

I'm not weird I'm gifted!

This won't follow the books ok, just some implied history of them.

Summary: During the summer after his fourth year Harry learns that he has an older brother that everyone says is dark and in league with Voldemort. Harry, determined to find out the truth starts to search for him in secret, and learns that his whole life has been built on lies. He's not amused...

Warnings: Child abuse, swearing, violence, OOC'ness for some and Manipulative Dumbledore.

"Normal is speech."

"Italics is thinking."

"Bold/Italics is Parstletongue."

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Chapter 1: Strange Encounters...

It was a hot day in Private Drive, and none were feeling the heat quite like one Harry James Potter,who was currently crouched in front of his Aunt's back garden pulling weeds. Clad in a pair of baggy draw string trousers and a much too big sweat soaked tan shirt the young Wizard in training made a rather pitiful sight. Raven hair stuck to his lightly tanned forehead as sweat trickled down his brow and into his emerald green eyes. With a huff Harry pulled off his not-quite-but-damn-close useless glasses and wiped his face on his already soaked sleeve, replacing the ugly contraptions before digging out yet another weed, careful not to uproot any of his Aunt's prized tulips, less he face her shrill screeching and Uncle's wrath. Tossing another weed onto the growing pile at his side Harry was about to dig another out when the back door slammed open and his Aunt's shrill voice screeched out.

"Boy! Hurry up with those weeds! Because after that my rose bushes need careful trimming! Now move it or there will be no supper for you!" Harry quickly nodded.

"Yes aun't Petunia." With that he quickly pulled the last few weeds from the garden and grabbed the pile, moving quickly to the bin to dump them. When he returned Vernon was eying his work with beady eyes, searching for any missed weeds. When he was satisfied the whale of a man turned beady eyes on him, his pudgy face tinted red from the heat.

"Well don't just stand there boy! The clippers are in the shed!" Harry hurried to the shed and retrieved the sharp hedge clippers, quickly getting to work on the closest rose bush. Vernon stomped over just as he clipped a dying stem from the bush and grabbed his wrist with enough force to bruise. Harry winced as his uncle shook it once and eyed him. "Touch just one of Petunia's roses with those clippers, boy, and you'll not get any food for a week! Just one boy!" Harry nodded stiffly.

"Yes uncle Vernon, I'll be careful." Vernon Dursley released his wrist with a final squeeze.

"You better be boy, or you'll regret it." With that the whale wannabe stomped off back into the house, slamming the door closed behind him. Harry sighed as he rubbed his now sore wrist, then got back to work, being extremely careful around the roses, how they were even roses though, was beyond him, the things were shriveled and only had little color from the heat, no matter how much he watered them, and if they died, well...His aunt would blame him and he'd go hungry for weeks...that is if his uncle didn't decide to make him sore instead. If something ever went wrong in the house, he was blamed and either starved, or beaten.

It'd been that way for as long as he remembered, when he'd started at Hogwart's he'd thought the Headmaster would take him away from it, but, year after year he'd been sent back with only a 'Take care of yourself Harry' from the old man. He'd told Dumbledore about the abuse before, but the man had told him he was exaggerating and that his relatives loved him very much. He tried telling his friends but Hermione had scolded him and told him not to seek attention. Ron just went with her...He'd told Sirius, and it had taken Remus and his Werewolf strength to stop the man from marching on over to his relatives and cursing them into oblivion! He'd been so relieved that his God fathers had believed him, but three days later the two seemed to have completely forgotten what he'd told them. He'd tried telling them again, but Remus had accused him of being an attention seeker, and Sirius had been appalled that he'd speak of his 'loving' relatives in such a manner. It had hurt so much he'd avoided them for weeks after, and he wondered why no one would ever believe him...or if they did, forget...

Suddenly Harry gasped as a sharp pain came from his hand and accidentally dropped the clippers. He pulled his hand away from the rose bush and studied it. He sighed at seeing red trickling over his fingers and palm, with another sigh he wiped his hand gingerly on his shirt and glared at the thorns he had cut his hand on. "Stupid bloody bush." he growled as he stooped to pick up the clippers, he grabbed the handle but froze when a low hissing came from under the bush, not far from his hand.

"-should be more careful with sharps, silly boy might loose a finger..." Harry blinked, what the?

"What the hell, since when do we have snakes in the yard?" Harry released his hold on the clippers and bent lower to the ground in an attempt to see under the rose bush, his movements slow as not to startled the serpent into striking his face, that would be troublesome.... "Hello?" he hissed as he tried to find the reptile. He heard what could only translate to a snake gasp and squinted.

"He speaks? uh-oh this could be bad." Harry frowned, this snake spoke differently from other snakes he'd heard. They always spoke in riddles, and one would normally call him a hatchling while this one called him a boy... he decided to bring this to the snakes attention.

"You don't talk like a normal snake, why is that?" there was silence.

"Er...I was raised in captivity?" Harry blinked, that would make sense...but why did it pose the answer as a question? He mentally chalked it down to it being a weird hand raised snake.

"What are you doing under there? Do you have any idea what my Aunt would do if she knew there was a snake under her 'precious' roses?" He squinted even more when he saw something shift amongst the undergrowth.

"Aunt? Oh you mean the annoying banshee that lives with that whale and baby whale? I'd like to see her try anything." Harry decided he liked this snake, however strange it was. But he still couldn't see it!

"Where are you, I can hear you but I can't see you." The snake hissed a laugh.

"One would think with those windows there you'd be able to see me." Harry glared.

"Hey, these 'windows' as you put it are the only things stopping me from running into things, but even then they aren't that good." The snake gave a sigh and suddenly he saw something shifting again, until finally he could make out a tail, half a scaled body and finally a black coffin shaped head emerged from under a rather large branch.

"Happy?" Harry smiled slightly as he took in the snakes midnight black scales and odd green eyes. Then he noticed the coffin shaped head and a passage from a reptile book he'd read popped into mind. "Your venomous aren't you." and it wasn't a question. The snakes mouth twitched into something that looked oddly like a smirk...could snakes smirk?

"Highly." Harry groaned and sat back on his haunches.

"Argh, please don't bite anyone in this house, or I'll get the blame." The snake blinked, then hissed angrily.

"Stupid muggles." Harry started slightly.

"W-what did you just say?" The green eyed snake suddenly pulled a dear-caught-in-headlights look.

"What did I say? I er, said um...what did I say?" Harry raised a brow.

"You said muggle! How do you know what a muggle is?" The snake's eyes widened and it's tongue flickered out a few times, then it seemed to deflate.

"Ok, ok you got me..." It heaved a sigh. "I was...argh, I was a...er...familiar...a wizards familiar..." Harry blinked as the snake suddenly rolled onto it's back and gave a dramatic sob. "It was horrible! He never fed on time! He made me bite rubber jars and the tank he kept me in was cold, soo cold!" Harry backed away slightly as the odd snake flopped onto it's belly again. This was one weird snake...Maybe it was forced to swallow weird potions? Harry didn't know, but it was crazy. Suddenly the back door slammed open and Vernon Dursley's purple face appeared.

"Boy! What in blazes are you doing! I've been hearing that freakish hissing of yours for five minutes! I told you when we took you back from that freak school that if I see or hear anything freaky from you I'd beat the lesson back into you!" Vernon had advanced forward through his rant until he was finally in Harry's face. Harry heard the snake give a disgruntled hiss from under the rose bush but he didn't get a chance to understand what it said when a meaty hand connected with his face. H stumbled back with the force and hit the ground, his cheek stinging and head ringing from the fall. He didn't dare get up as his uncle continued to growl obscenities at him, but he did try to curl up into a ball when his uncle drew back a leg and aim for his ribs, the blow however didn't come, instead Vernon gave a mighty shout and fell backwards, hands going for his leg where two, fang sized holes bled through his trousers.

"That's right you fat oaf, feel the burn! You'll be dead in ten minutes!" Harry's eyes widened at this but widened ever more when Petunia burst through that back door at Vernon's screaming.

"Vernon! Oh Vernon what happened!" She cried as she tried to get the man to talk to her. Vernon only continued screaming until finally she noticed the bite on his leg, she turned to Harry with a glare. "You freak! You told a snake to hurt my Vernon didn't you! Freak! Get away! Get off of our property, and never come back!" Harry, too shocked to do anything but nod, climbed to his feet and ran inside for his things. When got to his room he let Hedwig out of her cage then threw his meager belongings into his trunk and pocketed his wand. he turned to his companion.

"Go to Sirius' house girl, I'll be going there to ok?" Hedwig hooted in affirmative and nipped his fingers in farewell, then flew out the window and disappeared. Grabbing his trunk Harry hurried down the stairs and found his aunt in the kitchen screeching into a phone.

"Yes please hurry, he's in so much pain and the evil creature got away!...No I didn't see exactly what it looked like only that it was black!" Harry could still hear Vernon screaming in the backyard but decided this was a good thing, because it meant no beatings. With that thought Harry left No. 4 Private Drive and made his way to the park even as the sun began to set.

When he reached the park he was still in shock and could only fall back onto the curb with a sigh. He looked around himself slowly, taking note of the setting sun for the first time. He sighed and rubbed at his eyes. All this over a weird snake.

"This day just couldn't get any worse."

CRACK!

He jumped when the sound of apparation echoed through the street and looked up just in time to see a Death Eater notice him. He groaned. "Me and my big mouth."

A//N Lol, sorry to end it there but I've had enough for one day, I'll start another chapter tomorrow after school.