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Part I

Prodigy

"Tyailnya lairilcc alvyco anira amemcw el anira ceviran,

fyan eyan eo evlemillnya lairilcc sema wilmnlalala fa feml"

—The Book of Anira Weelela

"Peace shall engulf the world in the light,

but out of ignorance shall more darkness be born."

Year I

Chapter I

That Defining Friendship.

Sunlight peered through the windows of Potter Manor on the morning of September 1st, ten years since the day that the Dark Lord Voldemort has been defeated and the entire wizarding world raised their glasses in celebration.

For the Potters, it was their moment of stardom, birthing a son who could just be the next Merlin reincarnate. So for years they doted on him, giving him what he wanted, encouraging him to be whatever he wanted, and loving him regardless of what he did and said to others. To them he was an angel, a saint, a gift from the divines unto the world and this was his biggest day, the first day he would be attending Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry. They were sure that once he entered those halls he would show the world and the minds of his professor that he wasn't the boy-who-lived for nothing.

The truth about the boy-who-lived was that he wasn't a saint, but an arrogant boy who saw that because he was famous that the entire world should bow at his feet, and be elated that he was in the same room as them. His brown eyes were always looking haughty on his pudgy face, darting around with greed, if he saw something he liked he would get it one way or another. This is one of the many reasons he disliked his brother, elder by just a few minutes, Harry Potter.

Harry didn't seem to care that his brother was famous; he didn't jump up to offer him things, and wouldn't part with what things he had just because Alex would want them. Their parents, didn't ignore eldest son, Lily tried to spend what time she could with the eldest twin, but the demands of Alex called her attention more than enough, James, though seemed not to notice the lack of attention that he gave his son, always speaking of how proud he was of Alex

When Harry was younger, this had bothered him, it bothered him that whenever he managed to have the full attention of his mother his brother would always find a way to take it, it bothered him that his father didn't seem to notice or care.. But that was years ago, past the time that such things affected him so. He knew his mother loved him, she had made sure of it whenever she could. Come birthdays and Christmas she always took special care that he got exactly what he wanted without have to ask him what these things.

It has always been like this for as long as he could remember, these days the only times he truly obtained alone time with his mother was time spent in the library, where she delighted to teach him the subjects of potions and runes, the same subjects she enjoyed when she attended school. Whenever Lily would talk about her boys to a friend or a coworker she made sure that they always knew about Harry, always commenting on how he'd change the world with some incredible discovery. Harry knew his father, somewhere inside of his father loved him as well, even if he didn't show it. In regards to his twin though, they were polar opposites, even down to their looks.

Years of gorging oneself on candies and unhealthy food made Alex Potter a bit chubby, he wasn't good at many sports, not that he really cared for sports, and while he enjoyed quidditch but didn't enjoy falling off his broom when he tried to play with his father. His hair was the shade of copper not the deep red of his mother's locks or his father jet black untidy hair. His eyes were small and watery, the color of dirt, Harry often entertained the idea that his brother's eye color was showing that he was always full of crap, but never voiced this thoughts so he wouldn't have to deal with the fight from his brother after word. He wore round wire rimmed glasses similar to his father, and always talked about how he'd become a legendary auror, after all what would one expect from the boy who lived. But he was lazy, arrogant enough to make Lucious Malfoy ensure his son wasn't as spoiled. It didn't help that wherever he went, people would applaud, thank him for ridding the world of an evil.

Harry on the other hand was a spitting image of his father. The black untidy hair upon his head to his thin body, the only thing he was missing was the thin round glasses like his father wore. The only thing he inherited from his mother was his eyes, the color of emerald that shown brilliantly. Unlike his brother he was studious, reading from an early age and devouring any and every book he could pick up and reach in his family's extensive library. This first began as an escape from his brother's constant torment, knowing his father wouldn't punish his brother for whatever he's done always saying "where's your proof?" It continued when he realized the family library was the one place he could be with his mother unmolested by his brothers vying attempts for her attention.

By the time Harry had reached the age of ten he was well versed in multiple languages and spell theory not to mention spells. He felt well prepared for the upcoming school year.

With a sigh he straightened his collar on his uniform shirt, before taking one last look around his room before deciding he should get ready to meet his family in the main hall, so with a smile he lifted his trunk and left, intent on making a name for himself.

"Do you have your books?"

"Yes, Daddy."

"Parchment and quills?"

"Once again yes daddy!"

"Is that cheek I hear?"

"Me? Giving you cheek? Never!"

Severus Snape smiled at his daughter as she feigned innocence. She truly looked like her mother, "Now what house should I expect you in?"

Zia Snape chewed her bottom lip in thought, "Gryffindor?"

He let out laugh, "May the world split into two and a void from the otherworld spill out upon us before I allow that."

Zia smiled and hugged her father, "I'll see you at Hogwarts daddy."

The father smiled, "Enjoy the train ride, Draco will be on there, I'm sure he'll welcome your company."

He ignored the grimace that crossed her face before his attention was taken by a loud commotion by the barrier entrance to King's Cross. A large group of wizards and witches, holding old fashioned cameras, whose oversized bulbs were flashing continuously as three people walked through the group. He sneered as he began to pick out little snippets of what the reporters were shouting.

"Mr. Potter! Over Here!" a break in the crowd allowed the potions master to glimpse a chubby red haired boy with round glasses strutting arrogantly in front of his parents, his chest puffed out as he looked adoringly at the photographers. Snape saw the carbon copy of his old school bully Harry Potter, sliding seamlessly through crowd, his mother Lily alongside with hm as her other son and her husband absorbed the spotlight. He turned back to his daughter who he noticed had a look of disdain on her face, obviously remembering the last time she had met the boy-who-lived during a brief visit Diagon Alley when she was seven, apparently the impression the boy made on Zia wasn't a very good one.

"I'm sure he won't bother you, but if he does, try not to hurt him," he smiled at Zia, "I don't think I can deal with Professor Mcgonagall if my daughter was to get a detention on her first day."

She smiled, "I'll try, maybe I'll sit in the back, hopefully avoid both of them."

He nodded and hugged her, "quickly onto the train before it leaves, and I'll see you at school later tonight."

With one last smile she jumped onto the train waving goodbye to her father before disappearing into the depths of the train car. With one final look around the platform he turned on the sport and vanished with an audible pop.

Zia Snape was excited, the appearance of the arrogant boy Alex Potter, whom she met once when she was visiting Diagon Alley with her new headmaster Albus Dumbledore, on a day in which her father had business he needed to attend. She chose not to recall that memory, for today was her first day of school, an event in which she had been waiting for since she was six, and could fully comprehend where her father worked.

She angled down the narrow hallway dragging her trunk to the last compartment on the train, she opened one compartment which had all the blinds pulled shut, figuring this would be the best place to hide from unwanted attention. So to her surprise there was someone already inside sitting in one of the seats reading a book.

"Um hi," she greeted with a shy smile as the boy in question looked up at her. She took that time to take him in. Jet-black unruly hair, emerald green eyes and a skinny frame of the boy, who was already in his Hogwarts robes holding what, looked to her to be a book on runes and arithmancy turned to look at her.

"I don't mean to intrude, but is it possible I could sit here? Or are you waiting for your friends to join, because if you are I can just find somewhere else, sorry for bothering you with your reading, but I have to say I'm very surprised a first year can understand runes or arithmancy so early on before taking the introductory courses," She stopped feeling her face heat up as she realized she just babbled out an entire sentence in one breath without stopping.

The boy looked amused, "A hyper little thing aren't you? Or is it just excitable?"

She wanted to retort, to make an insult at him, but part of her felt he wasn't trying to be mocking like Draco Malfoy usually was to her, but was just amused by her continuous outburst. In the time she was thinking on this the boy pulled out his wand and flicked it at her trunk making it float up to the rack above her. She gaped at the display of magic, surprised he already knew some spells, and quite a little jealous too, seeing as her father didn't allow her to practice with her wand yet. She sat down across from him, seeing his eyes dance in obvious amusement at her astonishment.

She smiled again, thinking to herself she just might like this person and offer her hand, "Hi, I'm Zia Snape."

The boy took it, "Harry, pleased to meet you."

And like that the two began to share interests, what subjects they were most looking forward to and of course what house they thought they'd be in. Feeling that yes they might just be best friends but not knowing for once, that their friendship would be down in history and their actions together would be known for ages.