Summary- Harry has always been ignored in favor of his younger twin brother. Who is believed to be the so called boy-who-lived. His parents belittle and to some extent abuse Harry. Because in their minds Harry doesn't fit in their, oh so perfect family, to them he is dark while they're light. They see Harry as something that wasn't supposed to be; a stain in their perfect life. So they do everything in their power to make sure he is kept away from anyone who could possible connect him to them. They get a huge chance to do this when Harry gets a letter to another school, one they have never heard of; best of all it is nowhere near Hogwarts. Quickly they sent an acceptance letter to said school eager to see Harry gone…too bad they didn't read further in to the letter. What happens when Harry goes to a school where he can truly be himself? How will he turn out when the only one from his family that cares about him is his younger sister…who he rarely actually gets a chance to see?

***this had potter bashing as in James Lily and their son bashing***

****Manipulative Dumbldore****

*****I do not own Harry Potter*****

CHAPTER ONE- THE ATTACK AND THE REACTIONS

Lily sat there playing with her twin sons, Harry Potter, the eldest one, and Chris Potter the youngest one. She loved both of her children as much as she could, but it was times like this that made her wish she didn't have twins in the first place.

For it seemed the twins decided to play, ' let's hide mommy's wand; again, for the eight time this week alone. Well, at least one of them did and the other wouldn't tell her where it had been hidden; refusing to rat on his brother.

Sighing Lily picked up Chris in one arm and Harry in the other, she'd just have to get James to summon it for her later; right now though she needed to get her two boy's to bed. That's when she heard James's footsteps running towards her. Turning around to face him, and ask him just why he was being so noisy when it was the boy's bed time, Lily's eyes widened as she heard James panicked cry of.

"Lily run, hide the boys! Peter, that rat, he betrayed us to You-know-who! He's here now!" Tears streaming down her face Lily ran up the stairs; cradling her children desperately to her chest as she did so. Panic and desperation making everything around her seem like a blur as she tore up the stairs.

Sobbing Lily dashed into her children's room looking for a way out; yet finding none. Behind her she heard a thud of what she assumed as her husband's body hitting the ground; followed shortly by the sounds of Voldemort's footsteps coming up the stairs she had just ran up.

Eyes wild and wide with worry Lily ran back towards the door she had just entered trying to exit it in a despite attempt to get away from what she knew was coming. Only to trip over an abandon toy that had been left out by one of the twins. Stumbling Lily accidentally released one of the twins, that were still in her arms, in an attempt to catch herself; it was Harry that she dropped.

Shocked at so suddenly being dropped Harry started to cry and was quickly joined in by the much higher pitched screaming of his younger brother Chris; who did not like the fact that his brother was crying. Scared out of her mind Lily stood up in front of her kids, shielding them both with her body, just as the door in front of her opened. Letting Lily know that she wouldn't have time to pick them up, once again, and make a run for any longer.

Despite, the fact that she was shivering in both terror and horror at seeing the Dark Lord standing directly opposite of her, Lily continued to stand right in front of her children determined to protect the two of them; no matter what it cost her.

"Step aside girl, I'm here for the brats." Voldemort hissed out in a chilling tone.

"Never, never, I'll never let you harm my children!" Lily told the dark lord as she refused to move aside. Angered at being refused Voldemort leveled his wand at Lily before whispering in a deadly tone; letting what he thought of as a foolish mudblood know just how serious he was.

"I said move aside!" not waiting for another defiant answer, which he knew he would be getting if he let her continue, Voldemort shot a stunner as her. As he did this the Dark Lord began to plot out the different ways he, and his deatheaters, would be teaching her the error of her ways; the same for her blood traitor of a husband down stairs. But first before he could get to that bit of fun he had to deal with the brats in front of him.

Voldemort knowing he had to get rid of both of them, seeing as either one could be the one the Prophecy spoke about, began to really look at the twin; trying to decided which one would have the honors of dying by his wand first.

As he was deciding this Voldemort looked from the baby that had been in his mother's arms to the one that was standing….wait standing.

Yes, one of the twins was now standing directly in front of Voldemort, a glare clear on his young face. Voldemort slightly startled at this lowed his want a bit so that he could look into the glowing green eyes of the brat that was standing before him having the guts to dare glare at him. Before bringing his wand right back up to where it had been and turned his wand so that it was right on said child. Aimed right at the one who dared had the audacity do something like that to him; determined to destroy him before he could be of any threat to his plans.

All too soon the killing curse came from the tip of Voldemort's wand going straight towards the still standing baby; sending him fly back and crashing into a nearby wall. Voldemort let loose a absolutely bone chilling smile as he saw hiss spell hit the child's head, and as said child went slamming into the nearest wall. A smile which quickly turned into a shriek of rage as a solid pitch black shield appeared from nowhere caught Harry before he could really slam into the wall, and then forced the spell that was hitting him to come straight back at the caster; at twice the speed it had come from in the first place.

In a desperate attempt to save himself before his spell hit him Voldemort pushed all of his magic in front of him. Desperately trying to either recreate the shadowy shield that had protected child before him, or make his own pure magical shield that would be able to block the killing curse that was heading straight for him.

But all his efforts were for not , and like all of his other victims before that night, all the so called dark lord could do was watch as the killing curse blasted through the visible magical shield he had managed to put up, shattering it, and tore Voldemort's spirit from his body. Enraged the spirit of Voldemort fled, paying no attention as the magic of his now deceased body ripped apart the house around it. Nor did he take any notice when a large part of his magic entered the fallen form of Harry and merge with the already large amount magic that was already present the small boy's body; leaving no traces it had done so for the time being at least.

As the house began to fall apart around them a sharp and broken piece of the roof came plummeting down; hitting the remaining twin on his head. Giving him two deep slashes; one right on top of the other like an equal sign. Just as this happened a loud pop was heard as a young man, with shoulder length black hair and bright blue eyes, appeared and began to immediately shouting his friends name; in an utterly worried tone.

"JAMES! LILY! Where are you?" While running towards the house. His eyes widened when he saw the condition the house was in. Then after throwing caution to the wind the man ran as quickly as he could into the now burning house; dreading what he'd see when he got in there as he did so.

Much to his joy the man found his friends under what looked to be a darker version of the stunning spell, and not dead like he had feared they would have been; like he had thought they would have been. Seeing this, and knowing how dangerous the spell they were under could get the longer you were under it, the man quickly preformed the counter curse. Once he did this the man found that all he could do at the moment was waited for his friend to recover.

Not much longer after the counter spell had been performed then did James jump up from his fallen position and began to talk to the one who had released the spell in the first place.

"Sirius that you?" The man now identified as Sirius answered positively and waited to find out what happened; praying it wasn't what he thought it was. Unfortunately it was and this was proven true when James started screaming.

"OH MY GOOD PETER HE BETRAYED US! VOLDEMORT WAS HERE…OH! LILY AND THE BOYS!" James then tore up the stairs; Sirius quickly following right behind him. James, who didn't even seem to be touching the stairs as he all but flew up them, ran towards his children's room; where he heard crying their coming from.

Avoiding the burning and broken wood that littered the floor all around the twins nursery room, James quickly looked around; looking for his wife and his children. Finally after what seemed like a life time of searching, and in reality was probably just a minute at most, he found her and to his utter joy she was still alive. Though it seemed that she was under the same spell he had been under. Seeing this James whipped out his want and in less than a blink of the eye had cast the counter curse on her; wake her up.

"Oh my head…OH MY GOD JAMES THE BOYS! YOU-KNOW WHO WAS HERE AND THE BOYS…OH THE BOYS!" Was the first thing out of Lily's mouth the moment she woke up, and those words sent the group into to a world of panic as they started looking franticly for the twins.

A cry suddenly alerted them to one of the twins, James and Lily quickly turned around looking for where the cry was coming form. Seeing their youngest son Lily picked up Chris and gasped loudly when she got a good look at him.

"James! James! Look at this!" Lily cried out as she pointed at the bleeding cuts on top of Chris's eyebrow. James vanished the blood and healed the cut the best he could before looking at Chris's new scars, once he did he loudly exclaimed.

"It's an equal mark! Chris must be the one the prophecy spoke of. You know it did say something like ' he will mark him as his equal' and that's an equal mark; so it must be Chris. He then started playing with Chris's stomach trying to get him to laugh.

While he was doing this Lily was loudly cooing at how strong how her baby boy was going to be; both of the happy parents seemed to have forgotten about their oldest child Harry. Who was now in his Godfather's arms watching the scene with sad eyes; as if he knew what was going to happen.