{NAYT does not own Harry Potter or Percy Jackson. They belong to J.K. Rowling and Uncle Rick accordingly. NAYT also doesn't own Dairy Milk, Hallmarks or Freddo}

Harry wished he could live in his dreams.

He was dreaming about his mother and father but they were still alive. He and his father were tossing the old pigskin around. His mother sat on blanket, laughing at the two. Everything was peaceful.

But it just had to be his cousin's birthday.

Dudley came running down the stairs, stomping as much as he could on the way down. Then he turned around and did the same upstairs, and charged down, yelling loudly.

"Harry, Harry! Get up! It's my birthday!" Dudley screamed.

Harry reached over for his glasses and put them on. His bedroom (the cupboard under the stairs - courtesy of his uncle) came into focus as he heaved a huge yawn. He stood up and reached for the door. His absolutely smashing cousin slammed the door into his face as he dashed, giddy as a kipper.

Harry groaned and rubbed his temples as he picked himself up and walked into the kitchen. Uncle Vernon met him by the door. He pointed to the hob.

"Go boy," he snarled quietly, "and don't burn anything."

Harry silently went to the cooker and started to make breakfast. He could hear his Aunt Petunia smothering Dudley with birthday enthusiasm.

"Oh, I can't believe my little Dudley is another year older!" He heard his aunt say.

See, Dudley was an only child. And a common thing with only children is that they are spoiled. Sometimes, it's only small things, like the children always getting the thing they want, but not asking for much.

Dudley Dursley was far from being mildly spoiled.

The latest phone. That was in his back pocket. The biggest toy. In the lounge, waiting to be played with.

They even always got him the most expensive chocolate. Personally, Harry preferred a bar of Dairy Milk anyway.

Even though Harry had been brought up with Dudley, his aunt and uncle had raised him like a slave, always making him do the handiwork around the house.

Sometimes he thought they had some sort of prejudice against him originating from his parents he never got to know.

Harry was pulled out of his thoughts and placed the pan of bacon on the table. He had become a very good bacon chef from all the mornings he had cooked it.

Across the room, Aunt Petunia had covered Dudley's eyes and was leading him to the lounge.

'Full of presents.' Harry thought sourly, 'How many have they got him this year?'

Harry followed his relatives into the lounge. The said room was decorated in an abundance of bunting. There was a big foil balloon that read 'Happy Birthday Dedly'. Harry
had to stifle a laugh at the typo. He didn't think the people at Hallmarks were that terrible at literature. Also, scattered around the room were dozens of gifts of various
different shapes and sizes. Different colours and ribbons adorned the boxes.

Aunt Petunia's hands moved away from Dudley's grubby face. He glanced around the room, looking at all the presents. He frowned at his father.

"How many are there?" Dudley asked him. Uncle Vernon looked a little bit worried as he spared a look at his wife.

"36, but..."

"36!?" Dudley screamed, "But last year I got 37!" He looked utterly disgusted with his parents.

Harry took one look at his uncle and worked out that he was trying to work out a solution to this 'major' problem.

Harry was actually exceptionally smart for a boy who didn't go to school. He was also exceptionally talented at reading his uncle.

Harry and his uncle had different questions in mind. Uncle Vernon was thinking 'what am I going to do?'

Harry's thoughts were along the line of 'should I?'

He decided on trying the 'Fuck it' option.

He went over to his uncle and, whilst Aunt Petunia was trying to comfort Dudley, suggested his idea.

Vernon grudgingly agreed that his solution was wise. He told his nephew that he would get a Freddo later that day.

Uncle Vernon turned to his wife and son, who were arguing. Dudley's chubby face was red with anger.

"I got more last year, why have I got less now?" He cried.

"But sweetie, some are bigger than last year?" She said, as if asking herself that question.

"Here's an idea," Uncle Vernon interrupted, "We'll buy you two more presents at the zoo today. How does that sound?"

"One step out of line boy," Uncle Vernon snarled, "and no meals for a week! Understood?"

"Yes Uncle Vernon," Harry replied.

His fat uncle let go of his t-shirt and brushed down his shirt. He went back to his son and was staring at the animals with him.

Harry's visit to the zoo hadn't gone as he'd planned. He didn't get to see the lions like he'd wanted to. In fact, most of the animals had been asleep. Also Harry was extremely pissed at his uncle, as the obese slob had turned his back on the deal they had made in the lounge earlier that day.

And to add to all of that he was sure he was getting stalked.

Everywhere he went, a hooded figure followed. He was sure he didn't know this person, but some gut feeling inside told him he did.

'What the hell would anyone want to stalk me for?' He wondered, as he followed his cousin into the reptile house.

The reptile house was full of different habitats for all the different animals. There were crocodiles, snakes et cetera.

Inside, Harry spotted Dudley watching a boa constrictor through a glass window. Harry walked over and stood beside him.

"Why isn't it doing anything?" Dudley asked with a harsh tone.

"It's asleep," Harry responded calmly. 'Stupid moron,' he added in his mind.

"Well, make it wake up," his cousin huffed, "Daddy! Make it wake up!"

Uncle Vernon toddled over to the window. First, he attempted the diplomatic approach.

"Wake up!" He hissed. That didn't work. So then, he tried a different idea.

He whacked the glass hard and yelled, "WAKE UP!"

That didn't work either.

"Oh, forget it. This one's boring. Maybe there's something that exciting in here," Dudley said as he ran to the lizard habitat.

Harry stayed where he was. The snake's head popped up. So it had been pretending to be asleep. Clever reptile.

"Sorry about him," Harry told the snake, "It must be quite annoying with all the people tapping that glass all day."

To Harry's utmost surprise, the snake nodded. Harry's eyes widened to the size of dinner plates. He continued to talk to the snake.

"You must be very lonely. I mean without your brothers and sisters in..." Harry took a moment to find out where he was from, "Brazil."

The snake turned its head towards a sign on the side of the habitat. It read, in big red letters:

BRED IN CAPTIVITY

"Oh," Harry said plainly. Suddenly, Harry felt himself fall sideways to the ground. He landed uncomfortably on his left hand.

"Look, daddy, it's awake now!" Dudley shouted from above him.

Harry felt angry. Scratch that, he was enraged. Dudley had pushed him over the line. He was actually having a decent conversation for once, and he ruined it. Sure, it was
with a snake who wasn't actually talking back, but it was better than any conversation he'd had with Dudley.

In front of his very eyes, the glass disappeared. Dudley, who had been pushing against the glass, fell through into the small pond at the bottom of the enclosure. He started
screaming for daddy.

The snake slithered over a branch that hung over Dudley, terrifying the boy. He started whimpering like a little child. The boa constrictor slid out of the habitat and onto the
floor.

As it moved past Harry, it looked at him. It surprised him even more by saying:

"Brazil, here I come. Thanksssss amigo."

"Anytime..." Harry managed. The snake made its way through the reptile house. Screams arose. He watched it slither out of sight in amazement. Nobody would believe him.

"I do," came a voice from behind him. He turned around to see the hooded stalker from earlier.

"Sorry?" Harry asked.

"I believe you," the shaded character replied, "I believe that you had a conversation with a snake."

"Who the heck are you?" Harry said incredulously.

"We'll see each other soon enough," he said as he leaned forward and pulled his hood back a bit revealing his eyes. They were a stunning emerald green, but they swirled a little, making Harry think of them like the sea. Harry could've sworn he'd seen those eyes somewhere else.

He put his hood back in place,

"Hasta luego Harry Potter," he said as he disappeared into the crowd. How on earth did he know his name? However, a girlish scream drew Harry's attention back to Dudley.

He had picked himself up out of the pond, and had tried to walk out of the enclosure, only to find the glass back in place. His eyes widened as he punched the glass in different places. He started to panic. He began to cry and was frantically throwing his fists at the glass.

His parents heard his screams for help and rushed over to help him. Harry couldn't help but laugh at the situation.

Unfortunately, Uncle Vernon noticed and growled at him.

Harry stopped laughing.

Harry was roughly grabbed by his uncle and thrown into the cupboard under the stairs once again. His uncle locked him in from the outside and glared at him.

"You won't be seeing daylight for a week, son!" He spat nastily.

"But I didn't do anything!" Harry protested, "It was like magic!"

Harry's uncle growled deeply.

"There's no such thing as magic!" he snarled, as he closed a small hatch in the door. Harry could hear his vile excuse of an uncle plodding away.

"I still didn't get my god damn Freddo!" He shouted to no one, as he collapsed onto the floor and drifted into sleep.

Meanwhile, a hooded figure was listening from outside the Dursley's house. He smirked under his hood.

"If fatso didn't get you your god damn Freddo, I guess I'll have to."

9 Days Later

There was a knock at the door. Harry went to go get it. He opened the front door and there were two people on the welcome mat: a very thin woman and a teenage boy.

"Uncle Vernon!" Harry called into the dining room. Sure enough, his fat uncle waddled to the door.

"Back to the cupboard, boy," he hissed under his breath. Harry heard and scampered back to the room.

Harry couldn't hear much of the conversation, but he heard the odd word every now and then, such as "adoption" "nephew" and "you have to".

'So I'm getting a roommate,' Harry thought, 'poor chap'

Sure enough, he saw the lady walking with his aunt and uncle past his cupboard and to the door. Papers were (reluctantly) exchanged and soon the woman was gone.

Harry began to play with some little battle figures. They are the only play things Harry owned. They weren't much; just pieces of plastic two centimetres tall. But they were his.

The door of the cupboard under the stairs opened and the boy he'd seen at the door earlier was thrown in.

"Make yourself comfortable," came the ugly voice of Harry's uncle before the door was slammed shut.

The new occupant of the room rushed to the grate and yelled some extremely colourful words at Uncle Vernon. Harry tried to start a conversation.

"Hello," he said simply.

The new boy turned to face Harry. He looked into his eyes. They reminded Harry of the sea. Wait a minute...

"You!" Harry exclaimed. The boy laughed at his reaction.

"Hola mi amigo," he chuckled, "Long time no see."

"We saw each other an hour ago!" Harry replied, quite surprised at his presence.

"So we did," he said, smiling, "So we did."

"I am sure you already know my name, but still..."

"Oh yes, formalities!" the boy said, rubbing his hands together,"So long since I had a formal introduction!"

Harry raised an eyebrow at him. The boy tilted his head at him.

"Harry James Potter," he said, sticking out his hand. The boy opposite him was grinning like a cheshire cat.

"So I've found you," he murmured to himself, "After all these years I've found you..."

The boy grabbed Harry's hand firmly. He looked Harry directly in the eye and smiled. A revelation came to Harry; he'd finally worked out where he'd seen those eyes before.

They were like his own.

The boy finally spoke.

"My name," he said, smiling widely,

"is Perseus Lilith Potter. It's a pleasure to meet you, brother."

So Harry's brother survived. But his backstory is tragic. It may just be me but I feel like the last chapter was better than this because I'm better at writing dark, angsty stuff.

Anyway, on the favs and follows count, I didn't expect 4/4. It doesn't seem like much, but when I got an email saying

rubyred2003 has favourited your story ( you made my day. Have a cookie (::) )

I was ecstatic. You know. Thanks for the follows, favourites and don't forget to give a review (no flames plz)

Signing off

NAYT