Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or the World, that belongs to this talented J.K Rowling.

Also in this story, there will be some Weasley Bashing and Light Side Bashing. There will be a Dark but not Evil Harry and I will favor the Malfoy's so if you don't like that don't read the story. It's as simple as that. Don't waste your time reading this story if you don't like the Malfoy's because I do.

Alright I hope you like it.

ShakespearePoet101

Harry Potter, watched from his place in the corner of the room. As all the adults fawned all over his, brother Hayden. Hayden of course loved the attention, he loved that he could get whatever he wanted, when he wanted.

Harry's cold green eyes stared at his parents, as they talked with the Longbottom Lord and Lady, Alice and Frank. Their son Neville was sitting uncomfortably by Hayden, who was probably going on and on about his new broom. Even, though he couldn't fly to save his life. Neville was looking around the room, probably for him. Harry and Neville had been friends for a long time, but they weren't best friends, no Harry's best friend was Draco Malfoy.

The blonde, and Harry had hit it off, quite spectacularly. Their, friendship fueled by their hate for the Chosen One, Hayden Potter. Draco's hate was centered upon the fact that if Hayden Potter was so powerful then why hadn't he done any extraordinary accidental magic, like Harry had. Harry's was mostly centered upon, the fact that Hayden should not be revered by something he didn't do. Of course, Harry never told anyone this but he remembered that night very well. He was the one hit by the Killing Curse, while Hayden cut his cheek on a piece of rubble that fell from the ceiling.

Harry rubbed his lightening bolt scar, in agitation. But, of course Hayden was revered the savior even though he couldn't find his way out of a paper bag with a map. But, of course Hayden's scar was in the shape of a weird V. So that had to stand for Voldemort, all the while Harry's scar was considered accidental.

If anyone hadn't seen the twins before they would have thought that Harry was the savior not Hayden. Hayden was slightly chubby, and had wild auburn hair. He had pale skin, that didn't look good because he was usually red in the face. His teeth were slightly yellow and his eyes were hazel. He always had a sort of a lost look in his eyes, like he had no idea what to do. He usually slouched and was completely clumsy. He wasn't kind or chivalrous, of course in front of people he was but when he was alone with a few others, he was a complete dick. Keep it in mind that these few others are children. And, he could usually be found failing at flying, at least that's what Harry usually thought.

While Harry was the total opposite. He had soft raven black hair, that was always beautifully styled. He had Killing Curse green eyes, that seemed to be able to look into people's souls. And, they sparkled like the spell itself. He was lean, and tall, and had neither tan nor pale skin. He had high cheekbones, and a chiseled jaw. He walked with grace and dignity, he always held his head high. But, of course he was usually cold or indifferent to everyone he met. He was usually to be found in either his room or the library reading or was out exploring the forest that laid on the Potters property.

Harry, wasn't always this cold, no he was once a very happy child. But that was before his family got greedy and started to love the fame his brother brought to them, to much. Harry knew he was once loved, but now his parents couldn't give a shit on what happened to him. All they cared about was their precious Golden Boy. Harry looked at his GodFather and Hayden's. Hayden's GodFather was Sirius Black, or Padfoot as he was usually called around the house, while Harry's was Remus Lupin, or Moony.

Harry honestly felt like he won, concerning the GodFather perspective of his life, while Sirius was loud and obnoxious, Remus was calm and quiet. He was the only one that honestly cared for him, besides the Malfoy's and the House Elves. He would always give Harry books and contraptions, and Harry loved them. Which brought Harry to why he was in the corner of the room in the first place.

It was his and Hayden's birthday, of course to everyone else in the room it was just Hayden's birthday, to all but a few. Harry always spent his birthdays with either Neville or Remus, since Draco wasn't invited. Speaking of Neville he seemed to of, finally found him by the way he was walking over to him. Harry moved slightly on the bench to give Neville some room.

Neville sunk down next to Harry and sighed happily. "Your, brothers a piece of work Harry." Neville said, Harry glanced over to where Neville had just come from, to see his brother talking with his best friend Ronald Weasley, or Weasel as he and Draco liked to call him. The boy, was as Light as they come, to blindsided by Albus Dumbledore to realize what was actually happening in the world. Harry realized from a young age that the Dark was winning, and that the Lights whole purpose of fighting the Dark was a sham.

The Dark were supposedly trying to kill off all muggles and MuggleBorns, but really they were trying to keep the Old traditions alive, trying to keep the Wizarding Worlds customs alive. The reason why they were targeting the MuggleBorns was because they were the cause, when they came into our world they heard about Werewolves and Vampires and remembered the tales from the muggle world. And, of course they didn't try to understand them, they got scared and the Ministry of Magic, instantly made their races discriminated, they used to revered and now they can't even get jobs. Or when they heard about our holidays they renamed them to the holidays in their world, and again the Ministry of Magic complied to them and changed the sacred names of our holidays so the MuggleBorns were happy, like All Hallows Eve changed to Halloween. They changed the Wizarding World and we let them. And, besides just because something is Dark doesn't mean it's Evil just like if something is Light doesn't mean it's Good.

Harry, turned his attention back to Neville who looking at the two in disgust. Harry smirked, Neville was a confident boy but no one ever gave him the chance. "I know, what have I been trying to tell you for years." Harry said. Neville chuckled slightly, it was running joke with them for Neville to be surprised on how awful Hayden really was and for Harry to tell him that he had been trying to tell him for years. "I wish Draco could be here though." Harry said with a sigh. Neville looked at him with sympathy, Draco and himself were really the only friends Harry had. Remus wasn't there, it being the full moon. Draco, was never invited to these parties since his family was considered Dark. Even though it was as much of Harry's birthday as it was Hayden's.

Harry always put on a show with the guests, seemingly being happy even though he always wondered, why his family didn't love him as much as Hayden, the answer was always the same, greed. His family was greedy and craved fame just as much as his brother. Harry couldn't stand all the attention and all the crowds, it was to loud. "Go on Nev, don't want miss the festivities." Harry said softly. Neville looked at him ready to protest, but Harry threw him a sharp look, which cut off the protest before it even left his mouth.

"Why, don't you join me Harry, it's just as much as your birthday as it is his." Neville said trying to reason with Harry to join him. Because as long as he could remember Harry had not once joined in on the celebration of the twins birthday. Neville tried every year, to get him to join them, but he hadn't succeeded yet.

"You know that's not true, Nev. On this day it is only the boys who's name has to be hyphenated, birthday, and I learned to accept that." Harry said, to one of his longest friends. Neville looked at him sadly, knowing it was true, even if Harry was there he would just be another guest. Neville nodded slightly, before slipping a small package from his coat pocket and handing it to Harry, before getting up and heading towards his family.

Harry looked at the package in his hands, and smiled slightly. He put it in his pocket before getting up and leaving the room, and all the people in it behind. He ascended the Grand Staircase, heading towards his room in the West Wing of the Manor. He could hear laughter from where he stood in the dark hallway, and the song people were singing, a song that should have been sung to him to but never was. Harry sighed softly to himself, before going to his rooms door and opening it and walking in, the door closed softly behind him. Not even stirring the stillness around it. And the people in the Grand Ball Room, except for one, didn't even notice that someone had left. No one noticed that it was another boys birthday as well. They didn't notice because to them he didn't exist.