Title: One's Hated Most Name

Summary: Harry Potter's younger brother, Mark was thought to be the prophesized child and Harry was left to the orphanage where Voldemort attended. Harry's adventure as a first year student will turn for the worst.

Red eyes peered from under the dark, bloodstained hood. "Avada Kadavra," a man with a high-pitched voice hollered and a flash of blinding white light melted into Harry's vision.

Harry woke up to a strange dream, yet he felt as though he had this dream before and he just couldn't place his finger on where he had seen this before. That didn't bother him nearly as much as it would have bothered normal people, he was used to have flashes from his past that he couldn't remember ever doing. All the same, this dream was stranger than most.

Harry looked about him. Small futons and garbage bags stuffed with cotton or clothing lined the large back alleyway he was currently staying at. There was large tin garbage can that had kept a fire going and kept the 200 inhabitants of Keepers Alley from freezing during the winter. Though it should be nearing noon, the alley never so much as seen sunlight due to its two massive buildings that surrounded them. Sighing, it was the same surroundings he had fell asleep to.

It had been tough to survive Keepers Alley especially during those first few months after escaping from the Orphanage with Kyle Heartnet. The boy sleeping next to him was Kyle Heartnet, his best friend and had helped him through all the gang fights, food shortages and looting. Kyle had smoked pot a few years ago and even though he had quit, he suffers from a state of weakness of lungs. Basically sometimes, the air needed to supply his lungs might not be enough.

Harry's unruly jet-black hair was slightly longer than normal male hairstyles. He had a fit build though he was seemed younger than his age of 11, turning 12 tomorrow. 'Doesn't matter' Harry thought 'after all, in official records, I'm supposed to be 10 turning 11'.

"Oi, Harry John Preston pay your monthly rent," a burly youth Harry recognized as Scorpion said.

The rent! Harry forgot that today was rent day. Every month, all the residents of this back alleyway had to pay £20. £20 was a lot of money; it was equivalent to a week's food for them. 'How could I forget that it was today?' Harry worried, not wishing to be beat up by Scorpion.

"Here, this is for both our rents," Kyle said handing the boy four £10 notes. Harry's eyes bulged out of its sockets, £40!

"Fine, fine. Just don't forget about next month," Scorpion said and turned to leave.

"Hey! Kyle, how did you get the money? Man, the rest of us here are having trouble just getting the next meal," Harry whispered, "£40! Where did you get that kind of money? Looted it from some rich guy?"

"Yo Harry, you don't have to pay me back but I'm not telling you where it was from," Kyle said winking, "Besides, just think of it as your birthday present for tomorrow."

Harry looked sadly upon his best friend; Kyle's cheeks were sunken obviously from lack of nutrients and his shirt seemed at least ten sizes too big for him. "Kyle, you don't need to tell me as long as I can pay you pack for the money," Harry stated, obviously not going to give in.

Kyle replied smiling, "Ok, ok. Since your gonna pay me back, might as well add on interest and hmm, let's see, yesterdays dinner and that's my futon and-"

"Hey! Don't get ahead of yourself! I'm not paying no stinking interest," Harry cut in, looking alarmed at even the though of having to pay back Kyle more than £20.

"Ha ha, looser! I was just joking! Relax, I-" Kyle started though he couldn't finish and Kyle started coughing uncontrollably.

Pulling out a bit of torn fabric, Kyle pressed it against his mouth. From what Harry could see, it had been stained with blood many times before and the blood Kyle coughed out added to give the fabric an even further taint of red. This happened once or twice a month and although Harry has been with Kyle for 4 years, he never got used to it.

When Kyle stopped, Harry felt relieved, it was his fear that one day Kyle can't stop and would simply fall over dead.

Grinning, Kyle gave Harry the thumbs up, indicating that he was fine.

"Yo, what about breakfast? Man, I'm hungry!" Kyle asked as his stomach rumble loudly. The people surrounding them made movements to hide what precious little food that they had.

"We got nothing, let's go grab some," Harry said slightly annoyed that people thought they might steal their food. Grab obviously meant that Harry and Kyle had to go around town pick pocketing from people.

Just as they stepped out of the alley, two large, muscular boys at least 4 years older than them walked to them. One looked like a pig with a wig and the other looked even dumber than the first one.

"Hey, kid!" the pig look alike sneered with one fat finger pointed at Kyle. "You're the one who stole my wallet from yesterday! I had £40 in there. What did you do with it?"

Kyle tried to play dumb, "Huh? Sorry I don't know who you are, never seen anyone like you in my life."

Harry had a sinking sensation that Kyle in fact did steal money from dumb and dumber over there and had used it for their rent.

"Yeah, I was with my friend all day!" Harry came to the defense, "He said he didn't do it and he didn't do it!"

"Ha! I don't believe it, let's get him," one said to the other.

The larger one of the two pulled out a knife while the other just relied on his fat ham-like fist. The dumb kid without the knife tried to kick him and Harry jumped over him. From behind, Harry delivered a swift kick to the boy's neck, making a cracking noise and the poor boy fell over noiselessly, not dead but barely breathing.

The one with the knife looked at his friend, "Dudley! Dammit! I'm going to kill you!" He charged at a surprising speed for a boy his size to Harry. Harry didn't have much time to dodge the boy.

It all happened in slow motion. Harry was standing over the boy who had fallen over and behind him, the other boy charged at Harry. Kyle, who was about a meter away, rushed between Harry and the running kid. Blood flew everywhere. Kyle's back was stabbed by the knife, where the fat kid had stuck it. Kyle's grabbed on to Harry as his legs gave way and he started cough again. The knife had pierced Kyle's right lung.

Harry watched as the two fat boys ran away, back to their comfortable suburban lives as just another street kid dies.

"Kyle! Why did you do that? You shouldn't have been stabbed! You shouldn't have been stabbed!" Harry cried out, he was mad at Kyle for budding in, mad at their way of life, living on a fine line all the time and mostly mad at himself for not being able to prevent it all.

"Sorry, Harry. I knew y- you cou- coul- couldn't pay off t- the rent. Look in my po- pockets" Kyle rasped out between coughs. Blood flowed freely through Kyle's wound and found their way onto Harry.

"Shut up! Don't talk. Just don't talk, I…I'll get a doctor," Harry sobbed and was about to up and leave in search for one but Kyle grabbed hold of Harry's worn black T-shirt.

"Harry, my parents were killed. I always regretted it so please try to look for yours. You are different from us, I can tell. You ... Don't end up dy- dying on the str- streets li- like me," Kyle closed his eyes and died the day before Harry's own birthday.

Angry tears spilt from Harry as he reached into Kyle's pocket and retrieved a £50 note and a letter.

Harry read the letter:

To Harry,

I know that this isn't much to survive on but it should last about three weeks or so. My sickness has gotten worse and anytime now, I'd probably die, then again if you're reading this then I'm already on to another world. Harry, keep the money and please forget me and live on.

Your dearest pal,
Kyle

"Kyle! Damn you! Why did you die!" Harry screamed as tears kept leaking from his eyes.'This can't be happening, we've been through so much...I trusted you!"

Standing up, Harry took a deep breath to calm himself down, death wasn't uncommon in this part of the city, Harry brushed away his tears.

'Fine, Kyle. I wont end up like you. I'll start a new life.' Harry thought determinedly, '...a new life.'

Harry needn't pack anything but he pocketed the £50 he had got from Kyle. It still seemed unreal. Just an hour ago, they had been sitting together making jokes and laughing together and now…and now that will be lost to him forever.

Heading to the nearest motel, he signed in as Harry John Preston and paid £20 and received a room. Like all motels in that part of town, it had cracks along the walls, some are covered by furniture, and some cracks that were too big was just left on the wall.

Harry collapsed on the bed. Closing his eyelids, he envisioned Kyle's dull eyes staring back. My parents died…try to look for yours…no…Anybody but Mark…foolish girl…

Harry's eyes snapped open. Where had that come from? Harry didn't remember ever knowing a Mark and who was the girl? He must have drifted to sleep. Looking at the clock in the room, it read 8:00pm. 'Already seven hours eh? So I've been asleep for five hours.' Harry thought.

Looking down upon himself, Harry still had Kyle's blood on him. Some of the blood dried on his skin and started to crack. A smell of old blood now surrounded him. Without much emotion, Harry headed for the shower.

An hour later, Harry was under his covers. Harry wondered 'Aren't I supposed to be crying? There just feels like something's missing. Kyle…' Harry drifted to sleep as a single, lone tear slid down his cheek leaving a trail of water.

It was 11:59 at night and Harry wasn't awake to celebrate his birthday but then again, he probably wouldn't even celebrate if he were awake. 5 seconds till his birthday…4…..3….2…1….

'Bang' the door burst open as Harry jumped awake and James Potter stepped into the small motel room.

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