A/N: This is my first Harry Potter Fan-fic! Constructive criticism and comments welcome.
Disclaimer: Harry Potter doesn't and never will belong to me
I do not own Harry Potter!
/Thoughts/ look like that.
Flashbacks look like that.
'Spells' look like that.
Other languages look like that.
Just some facts to clarify:
Harry is 1 minute and 17 seconds older but abnormally thin due to his twin getting more food before birth.
Harry's nickname is Raven due to his dark hair and high intelligence.
Harry's eyes changed colour to the same colour as the AK curse
1st November (the day after Voldemorts defeat)
It started the next day after they had moved back in to Potter Manor, first Raven wasn't called for breakfast so he woke up an hour late to the sound of giggling, suspicious he toddled out of his bed, through the open door and slid down the stairs. What he saw hurt.
His parents were fussing over Char (in the living room) who was sat in front of two empty syrup coated plates, one was put in front of Harry's favourite chair (the comfy, midnight blue one by the fire). Upset and confused Raven spoke up "Morning Mum, Dad!?" his mum spoke up "Oh, hi sweetie" but what worried Harry was that she didn't take her eyes off Char. So he considered these facts:
He could see his twins magical aura.
He knew he saved his twin.
And the conversation about him last night (them talking about how his twin 'saved' the wizarding world) was important.
Thanks to the aforementioned facts he knew his parents saying "they would love the twins equally" would always be a lie.
For the next week his life began a sharp down-spiral at first it was the little things just like on the first day they forgot to call him for meals, then they forgot to smile at him, then talk to him and soon, too soon, he was forgotten all together. Every couple of days 'Uncle Siri and Uncle Remi' came over without forgetting about Raven, then one day he heard his Uncles beginning to yell about 'neglect' and 'illegal' acts before they both stormed straight out the front door.
5 years later, July 31st (the twins turn 6)
Harry hadn't had a birthday since his first one for years he had thrown himself into the books of Potter library trying to erase his life from his mind reading and learning everything from History to languages such as Mermish and Gobbledegook. He had tried in the first few weeks of neglect to control his magic by visualising what he wanted to happen before imagining his magic flowing from his fingertips. After about a month of practice he had mastered wandless magic and tried to make his parents proud...
It was another day that began the same as always:
His parents forgot him,
he wished his life was different,
and his parents fawned over Char
But today he vowed it would be different so once lunchtime came around and all the aforementioned events and feelings had occurred Harry was sat on the corner of the cosy manor living room as his parents YET AGAIN were doting on their beloved saviour so, Harry, being ambidextrous used both hands and visualised the levitation spell ('Wingardium Leviosa') on all of the BWL's toys before spelling the words 'Why don't you love me?' with them. Practically immediately his mother began sobbing Raven's eyes lit up with hope before she mumbled 'you are so loved Char, always' Harry's eyes dimmed as he ran out of the room, up the stairs and straight under the covers of his midnight blue four poster bed.
Surrounded by darkness, tears were sliding down his cheeks forming rivers against his pale skin. He was sat in a fetal position under the covers making no noise as he rocked himself slowly trying to stop the tears from falling. /Why don't they love me anymore? Why? There's got to be a way to show them they're wrong!? That's it? I'll study in the Potter library and show them I am as good as my 'darling' brother! First I should start at Gringotts to complete a blood test and get emancipated./
With a new optimism he kicked off the covers and thought /I will make them proud/ as he wiped away the tears he tried to think of how to create light /ah yes I'll use.../ 'Lumos Maxima' creating an orb of light then summoned the floo powder before throwing it in the ornate floral fireplace and yelling 'Diagon Alley!' and in a whirl of verdant, he was gone...
Raven found himself stepping out of the Floo station in Diagon Alley with grace, something he had learnt to do, thanks to a book on 'Pureblood Dignity' he had found in the library and though he was a half-blood himself, he wished to restore the former glory of the Potter house which his pigheaded father had ruined. So without further ado he set off with awe twinkling in his bright eyes as he made his way to the imposing white marble building that lay to his right and entered through the mahogany double doors before standing in front of a goblin named Ravnook. Harry gave a bow before greeting the goblin formally in the goblin's native tongue so as to show the required respect. Ravnook was, quite frankly, astonished but he managed to retain a shred of dignity which was used to prevent him from sliding off his chair. Thankfully he regained his composure after a few seconds and decided to respond with "Ah Mister Potter, the older twin of the boy-who-lived if I'm not mistaken?!
"You are correct Master Ravnook.
"Well, what can I do for you Mister Potter.
"I wish to receive a blood test and be emancipated.
"Why of course.
Raven was led to a chamber beyond the bank cubicle in which Ravnook was sat, and as another set of doors opened to reveal a marble room with gold roses snaking up the white walls. Ravnook sat down behind another desk with a bronze bowl filled with water upon it,
Take the dagger he pointed to an ornate dagger with a sapphire encrusted hilt which Harry quickly picked up...
slice your hand and let 7 drops fall into the bowl. Harry also completed this before he was instructed to recite the following with one hand above the bowl:
Take a me libenter, et sanguis dedit mihi invenire hereditatem in qua natus sum
As he finished he watched as the droplets of blood mixed into the water before burning as bright as fire. Then, a piece of parchment flew from the bowl, filling out in blood red ink. The goblin snatched it out of the air with his long fingered hand and promptly dropping it again, this time Harry was the one who picked up the paper and just like Ravnook he was utterly shocked.
Harry James Potter:
Son of James Charlus Potter and Lily Potter nèe Evans
Talents:
Master Ostramens
Master Occlumens
Master Legilimens
Master of Wandless Magic
Master of Non-Verbal Magic
Heritage:
Heir to House Potter (temporary Lord-James Potter)
Heir to House Black (current Lord-Sirius Black)
Heir to House Slytherin (current Lord-Tom Marvolo Riddle- whereabouts unknown)
Lord of House Peverell
Lord of House Ravenclaw
Lord of House Gryffindoor
"What does it mean 'temporary Lord James Potter'?" Harry exclaimed. "It means that when you father was born he was not considered by the Potter magic to be a suitable heir and then once his father died a suitable Lord. Evidently the Potter magic did not even consider your brother because, as you probably know, twins, no matter which is older, inherit the title based on magical power therefore you must have more of it. Now to be emancipated you must take this potion," he produced a crimson potion which he then dipped in the liquid before grabbing Raven's hand and drawing a complex rune onto it. He then recired the following incantation:
Ligabis ad sanguinem, ponatur ut signaculum super cor tuum et animam meam, et potestatem producant!
The rune burnt bright before sinking into his skin, the goblin gave him a emerald framed mirror and as Harry gazed at himself he was shocked to see his face had changed. His cheekbones were more pronounced and his face slimmer, "You are now Lord of house Potter, Slytherin, Peverell, Ravenclaw and Gryffindoor it seems as if the Slytherin House has declared you a better Lord due to the others unknown state. As I have already mentioned due to your father never being the true Lord that title now falls to you." "Thank you Ravnook, I shall now take my leave, may your bank flow with gold and your enemies perish." "And you young one." Harry exited the side-chamber and left through the front doors, as he stepped out into the sun he saw two people he truly hated the most. They spotted him and looked at him with the purest loathing James and Char looked FURIOUS...
A/N: I hope you enjoyed and will try to update soon!