Bitter resentment was the only way to describe it. The hero and his brother, the boy who lived and the brother cast halfway in the shadows.

Both missing something in this crazy, celebrity mad world, missing true friends (not ones who read the Daily Prophet who's proved to be exceptionally fickle), missing parents who truly love them (not ones who say they love him only to turn away when "their baby hero" enters the room).

Harry Potter would always say that he is not like his "arrogant, rude, and Lockhart-ish" brother.

Charles would always say the he is not like his "boorish, selfish, and too Ravenclaw-ish" brother.

But both were alike in so many ways, both too blind to see the similarities.

So the circle would start again, resentment and hatred between two people who should have been the closest of friends.

The hero found his true friends hidden in Hufflepuff, but alas luck is terribly cruel to whom she bestows her favors upon, and the boy hidden in the shadows will remain while his parents lovingly dote upon the hero.

The hero proves himself to be brilliant in surprisingly Potions.

The hero also shows that he has gifts, as he is revealed to be an Animagus, Parselmouth, and the top student in Hogwarts in his fifth year.

And as stories must go, the villain (Voldemort) rises once again from the ashes. And classically the hero defeats him.

Harry can't help but feel in pang of jealousy as they crowd around his brother unknowing about everything he can do and what his brother once did to him.

Talented and charming, famous and rich, Charles Potter when down in the history books as one of the greatest Minister of Magic in the history of magical Britain.

Forgotten is the boy, who was constantly forgotten in his life. They didn't know about the true reason Voldemort died. It was a silent spell cast by Harry's wand. They would never believe him, not even if solid evidence was shown.

And this is how this story ends, with the hero and his brother, the boy who lived and the brother casted halfway in the shadows.