Answer time for some of those questions you've asked. First off Harry is in Ravenclaw, it was mentioned only a couple of time, and John is the older brother. Harry is the better duelist, though John got a lucky shot in with a blasting curse at the ground. I don't care how good you are, physics always wins that battle so Harry was sent flying into a wall and broke his neck. As for Remus and Sirius pooling money, Remus doesn't have much and he and Sirius don't what Sirius to finance all of it and want to split it evenly. Also, Harry is Remus's godson, not Sirius's, so Sirius can't really pay for it all. Finally, to ROBERT-19588, I'm afraid you've been reading too many fanfics that act unreasonable. Now that his is seventeen, all tracking devices on his wand are now gone, there are no more, John is also seventeen and is the older brother, so Harry doesn't get much of an inheritance. There are no such things as Skill/Heritage tests and he doesn't need a medical check-up. Everything you're asking would apply if Harry was leaving with the Dursleys, but his not.

Somehow, Harry didn't know how, Lily was able to reduce Harry's punishment, though not by much. He was told that because it was his birthday after all, he wouldn't be punished that day or the next, but he was still grounded for the rest of the summer. A little surprised, Harry accepted what he got. The next day, the Potters were chatting excitedly about how John would be made Head Boy as they waited for the Hogwarts letters that were due that morning. Smirking to himself about the looks of surprise that his parents and John were going to get, Harry took his seat while saying good morning to Sirius, who was reading the Daily Prophet.

Harry had just finished his eggs when Lily squealed and pointed out the window. Flying towards them were two owls with letters. They flew through the open window and dropped the letters on the table before flying out again. Harry could see the Hogwarts crest on his. He slowly picked up his own letter and noticed that it was heavier than normal. Smirking heavily, Harry tore open the letter and shook it so that the badge would fall into his hand. Sure enough, a gleaming badge fell out of the letter, but it wasn't a Head Boy badge. Looking up at Harry was the Ravenclaw Quidditch Captain's badge. With a jolt, Harry remembered that Jason Samuels had graduated last year leaving the Captain's position open.

Harry's thoughts were broken by a loud whoop. Turning, Harry saw John dancing, the Head Boy's badge held high above his head. Harry felt like he had been punched in the stomach, John didn't have the best grades in school, took almost the minimum amount of classes necessary, had a reputation of being a bully, and a host of other things that should have made his qualification null. Harry meanwhile, was probably second best in Hogwarts after Hermione Granger and had excellent leadership abilities from being a Prefect and Dueling Captain. Yet again he got something he didn't deserve because he was the Boy-Who-Lived. Angry, Harry ignored his parents, John, and Sirius and ran out of the house. Running for a couple of minutes, Harry found the largest rock he could and sent the most powerful Blasting Curse he could at it. The boulder turned to dust in a snap. Still feeling the adrenaline, Harry let out a loud, long scream in frustration. Finally, Harry fell on his hands and knees and cried.

The excitement of John getting the Head Boy's badge did at least one good thing for Harry. Happy that their eldest son was Head Boy, the Potter parents forgot all about Harry's punishment which meant that he was allowed to go flying and visit Luna when she got back from her trip. Knowing that Luna believed in many strange things, Harry thought that she might believe him about his Death experience.

"Wow, you met Death himself? What was he like?"

"Luna!"

"I'm sorry Harry, but you're the fourth wizard to meet Death and live. I'm curious."

Harry just shook his head at his friend's antics. "I told you, I met him before and he's not happy with me or Voldemort." Luna flinched at the name and Harry sighed. He had thought that being friends for almost six years would allow Luna to get rid of her fear of the name. Outside of his family, Harry only knew one person who spoke the wizard's true name; Dumbledore. Everyone else, including John, used You-Know-Who or He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named.

"I imagine he would be, with you dying all those times and You-Know-Who never dying, it must get annoying. Oh, and you're the real Boy-Who-Lived too, that's exciting!"

Harry closed his eyes and thought. He had never given much thought to the idea that he was the real Boy-Who-Lived after his birthday. Like Death said, it made sense. The entire Potter family knew the prophecy that spoke of Voldemort's defeat because Dumbledore revealed it during Harry's fifth year after the man destroyed the recording to prevent Voldemort from getting it. Harry certainly fit the requirements and had the mark to prove it. Harry also believed that he was Voldemort's equal; he had extraordinary dueling abilities, top marks in magic, spoke Parseltongue, and could even sometimes see into Voldemort's mind. He had even defeated two weakened forms of Voldemort, once in his shadow form in his first year and in memory form in his second. His near defeat of Dolohov last year almost proved the whole thing.

"And don't forget about Susan."

Harry's eyes snapped open. "How can I?"

Luna gave Harry a little smirk. "Can't get her out your head already Harry?"

"Luna! I've just been told that she's supposed to be my soul mate, my perfect match in every way; how am I supposed to get her out of my head when I've been told that? I barely know her."

Luna gave Harry a pity smile, scooted closer to him from where she sat on her bed and gave him a one armed hug. "As your best friend and little sister, I'm telling you to take things slowly and get her to notice you before you ask her out. Then, treat her right and make her feel wonderful and you'll have no problems."

Harry smiled down at the blonde girl next to him. "Thanks Luan, you're a real good sister."

Luna gave a mischievous smirk. "So, as a little sister, am I allowed to tease you about her?"

Despite Luna's helpful, and sometimes not so helpful advice, Harry still had no idea how he was going to approach Susan at the start of the school year. Reviewing his memories of her at Hogwarts, he was surprised that he had never noticed how beautiful she looked. While neither overly short nor tall, Susan looked to be average at a first glance, but a second revealed much more. Standing just an inch or two under Harry, she had long orange-red hair, a joke in the Potter family about their women, and bright light brown eyes. What he remembered of her personality was that she was a little shy and soft spoken, but a very loyal and good friend, a trait of her house Hufflepuff. He spent days working on how to speak to her once he saw her either on the Hogwarts Express or at the castle itself. In the end, he decided to wing it when they surprisingly met in Diagon Alley.

He was in Flourish and Blotts, looking for a new Defense Against the Dark Arts book, when he saw a flash of red behind the shelf in front of him. Peering through the small gap between the books, Harry looked for a couple of seconds before asking, "Susan?"

There came an 'Eep!' of surprise and the sound of falling books. Moving quickly, Harry moved around the shelf and saw that it was Susan who had been behind it, her books all over the floor.

"Harry, you scared me."

Harry gave a small smile; Susan was one of only a small handful of students that could tell him apart from his brother. Sometimes, being twins was just annoying. Being identical twins, Harry and John had very few differences between them. The most obvious was the scars, Harry's lightning bolt to John's star. These scars also attributed to another feature that told the two apart; their hair. John kept his hair short so as to show off his famous scar to all who saw it while Harry liked to keep his long to hide his scar. These were the major differences, but there were other, smaller ones like how John kept himself as pampered as a peacock. Thinking looks were everything, John kept himself looking his best, getting tips from Lockhart when he was their teacher before the two entered into a small fame war. Knowing that girls wouldn't like a fat hero, John also kept himself in good physical shape, though he hated exercise. Quidditch training helped out a bit here.

Bending down to help Susan pick up her books, Harry apologized. "Sorry Susan, I thought I recognized you and had to ask." He gave her a small smile.

Blushing lightly, Susan said, "It's O.K. Harry, I'm just a bit jumpy these days, yah know?"

Harry nodded, he knew how she felt. "Sorry," he said again before turning back to her books. Looking closely, he saw that one of the books he picked up was about shield spells while another was about basic jinxes, hexes, and spells. Looking up, he asked "Looking to join the Aurors like your Aunt?"

Susan shook her head sadly. "No, I just grabbed them for some study work, I'm horrible at Defense. However, I want to be able to defend myself so I'm getting them to help. What I really want to do is become a Healer at St. Mungo's, that way I can help in the war without fighting. My Aunt is really pleased."

Standing up, Harry handed the books back to her. "If you want, I can tutor you in Defense, I'm fairly good myself." The words just flowed from Harry's mouth without any thought and he felt himself slightly blushing.

Hugging her books to herself, Susan's smile grew a bit. "That would be really great, and helpful, thank-you Harry. I'll give you some times that could work for me once we reach Hogwarts."

She then turned around and started to walk away. Sad that she was leaving earlier than he would've liked and wanting to continue talking with her just a little longer, Harry called out, "It's a date" before he could stop himself. Susan turned her head slightly so that they could make eye contact.

"Sorry Harry, but I'm actually dating Seamus Finnegan right now. Sorry." She gave him a small shrug and continued walking, her long hair swinging behind her.

Felling as if someone had just punched him in the gut, Harry stared after her and said so quietly that he could barely hear himself, "Oh, good-bye." Depressed, Harry tried to finish his shopping as quickly as possible just so he could escape the Alley. He barely paid any attention to what he was buying and didn't spend any extra time on most of the stuff he normally would have. He even avoid going to Quality Quidditch Supplies to look at the new model of broom that had just come out with his father and brother. He thought that what he was feeling on the inside must be showing on the outside as his mother gave him a sad look when she saw him and Luna patted his arm sympathetically as they continued shopping.

For the rest of the summer, Harry ignored John's boosts about his new badge to the best of his ability. Everywhere Harry went, John found some way to annoy Harry, even when he was in his room, John would fly past the window yelling loudly. Harry thought that John knew that he was actually unqualified for Head Boy and that Harry would've been the real recipient so he lorded it over him as much as he could. In some ways, he was actually happy that he didn't get the badge; being Head Boy was a large responsibility and he already had a large work loud with taking seven N.E.W.T. courses. He knew that the Hermione would most likely be Head Girl and that she wouldn't fall because she didn't have any extra activities like he did with the Ravenclaw Dueling Club and Quidditch Team.

To prepare for the upcoming school year, Harry reviewed his notes and books from the past two years as well as his new ones. He also started to plan strategies for the Quidditch Team and Dueling Club. However, much of Quidditch depended on who made the Team and how they flew. The Dueling Club relied on similar things; who joined and good they were, though Harry planned to make sure everyone who joined was the best at Hogwarts, there were rumors that this year there would be some trophy. If anything, he wanted that trophy to prove that he was the best, no doubt John would join the Gryffindor Dueling Club to try and claim it for himself. He also helped Luna with her homework that she missed while she was in Norway.

On the morning of September First, Harry Apparated to Kings Cross with his things. Without waiting for the rest of his family to arrive, Harry made his way to the barrier between platforms nine and ten. He had just reached the barrier when he heard John's complaints about him still having to Side-Apparate. Smirking, Harry went through the barrier and onto the platform. A smiling Luna was waiting for him and together they made their way to the Hogwarts Express and claimed a lone compartment. Then, Harry quickly changed into his Hogwarts robes and pinned his Prefects badge below his House crest on the left of his robes, and his Quidditch and Duel Captains badges on his right. Saying a quick bye to Luna, he made his way to the Prefect's Carriage at the front. The only one there at the moment was the new Head Girl Hermione Granger.

"Hello Harry, how are you?"

"I'm fine Hermione, thank-you for asking. How was your summer?"

The brunette shrugged a little. "It was alright, me and my parents took a trip to Australia for a couple of weeks. It was nice to get out of the country for a bit. Are you the new Head Boy?"

She sounded a little hopeful. Harry shook his head sadly. "No, that's John, though don't expect him until just before the trip starts."

Hermione frowned slightly at this and Harry allowed himself a little smile. Out of all of John's friends, Harry liked Hermione the most. Smart and studious, she acted like a real Ravenclaw despite the fact that she was in Gryffindor. Her bossiness and complete regard to following all of the rules all the time didn't earn her very many friends in the past, but Harry knew that was how she was. She was also very friendly and willing to lend a hand, something that attracted him to her a little. They had almost become friends in their first year and it was Hermione that had asked for his help during the Triwizard Tournament, which had allowed John to win, not through his own skill like he would've wanted. She had also invited him to join Dumbledore's Army in fifth year, which had helped in his dueling. From the expression on her face, Harry believed that she thought he ought to have been made Head Boy instead.

Within an hour, most of the remaining Prefects had arrived and the Hogwarts Express was leaving the station. Standing at the front of the carriage was clearly upset Hermione, who was looking out at twenty of her fellow students arranged out in a circle. Setting on the side to her left, Harry looked nervously at the witch next to him, who was now starting to tap her foot impatiently. As the closest to her, Harry was given a glance at by the other Prefects to ask Hermione to start the meeting. No one, including Harry, wanted to say anything to an angry Hermione Granger. Finally, five minutes after the Express had left London behind, John Potter scrambled in, his robes all messed up.

"And just where have you been?"

Harry had to give his brother credit, being able to whiter the glare Hermione was giving him. Even Draco Malfoy was backing up in his seat to avoid being in range. This had to been one of the reasons Professors Dumbledore and McGonagall had Hermione be a Prefect and Head Girl, Harry thought; the ability to fill the strongest and bravest people with complete fear. It sort of reminded him of the time Remus had taught his third years about boggarts.

"Well, you see," he said sheepishly, "I, got distracted a bit and, forgot, about the meeting."

Harry didn't believe a word about it, and from the way she looked, neither did Hermione. She glared at him for a few more seconds before she forcefully pulled John next to her to start the meeting. John's tardiness affected Hermione's mood the entire meeting, she kept glancing at him in annoyance and her voice still held a hint of anger. Hermione directed the whole meeting, giving out patrol schedules, assigning teams, and laying out the rules, which were greater in number than Harry remembered, while John just sat back quietly. Slowly, his face turned from one of fear to one of complete relax and laziness. Sighing and shaking his head at him, Harry couldn't help but wonder what made Dumbledore think that John would make a good Head Boy.

There is the second chapter along with some of the answers you've been looking for. I will give more answers on Harry/John's adventures as we go along. If you have any more questions, just ask. Also, I've started another story, A Squib's Revenge, so this story may go a little slowly depending on the reviews each story gets. I am also looking for a beta reader for this story. Please read, review, and ask questions.