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Chapter One

There was a roar of thunder and the clash of lightening. Two boys, both about four years old, both looking exactly alike, except one having a scar on his forehead and the other on his shoulder, wake up with a startled cry. Two worried parents rush into the room and pick up their hazel-eyed son and carry him to their room. He would remain warm and comforted through the night next to his mother. The other looked on with tears in his eyes. No one to comfort him. There was another clash, louder this time, the little boy could not help but let out a shriek of terror. He curled himself out into a ball and burrowed into his threadbare blanket. The door opens and in walks the dad, he looks under the blanket at his other son and is shocked. The realization grips his heart, they forgot about their other little boy. James was horrified with himself, 'How could I have done such a thing?' He asked himself. He picks the little green-eyed boy up and walks toward the door. 'He won't fit in our bed with his bed hog of a brother... What to do?' He asked himself. There was another crash of thunder and the little boy jumped in his arms before snuggling into the comfort of his father's embrace.

James went to the guest room across the hall and laid the little boy on the bed. Just when the little boy thought he was going to be left alone again, his father climbed into the bed and covered the both of them before drawing his son into his embrace, comforting him through the rest of the storm.

The next morning he made his way downstairs to find his mother and brother waiting for him. Seeing him, Lily smiles warmly before beckoning him to join them. 'I can't believe we neglected him, his brother needs so much attention but he doesn't seem to ever speak for himself. What kind of mother am I?' She gave him a little kiss before turning away to wipe the stray tear. "Your Father is in the shower, but the both of you are welcome to start eating." She said.

James came downstairs and the four ate breakfast. During breakfast, James looked at his green-eyed son, a smiled. Things were going to change right here right now, first thing, shopping!

"How about we all go shopping today?" He said. His suggestion was met by a smile on everyone's face. From that day on, the little green-eyed boy, was rarely left out. Six months later his mother gave birth to a little girl they all adored and named her Ella Rose.

Little by little, he was being left out again. He rarely spoke up about it, but when he did, his parents always did a double take and things would be okay again for a few weeks. Over the next year and six months everything seemed to go back to the way they were before that faithful night. He was well clothed but things changed. No more tuck-ins, goodnight kisses, morning hugs, random smiles, or flying with his dad.

Things went downhill fast.

Two years pass and the little boy was on a picnic with his family. His Father and Godfather playing with his brother, Jake, while his mother was feeding his little sister, Ella Rose, on the blanket. He looked around sadly, no one for him, he thought sadly. He was used to this of course by now, but that didn't stop the pain any, especially now that he had felt what it was like to be noticed and bathed in the love of his parents. He heard his mother calling to his Father for the food was ready. He made his way slowly up to the blanket. He sat down and reached for a plate, and food, while his twin got a ready-made platter of his favorite foods in front of him.

A little while later, his father, James, was telling his two best friends about Ella's first case of accidental magic. Later pronouncing how great it was to have such amazing and talented kids. It perked his ears up a little, had his father really noticed him again?

Instead of reaching over to ruffle his hair, like he had with Jake and Ella, he declared it was time to go home, as Ella was sleepy. He felt his heart clench painfully. This all couldn't be right, he thought, 'Do they even realize that I exist? I barely get tucked in anymore, and Mommy is so busy.' He started to cry silently, thinking that no one cared for him. He looked up to see his family had gone on without him again.

It was at this moment that little Harry Potter made up his mind, he was running away. Running away from the pain and the neglect he faced for the majority of his six years, which should have been filled with happiness rather than hoping his parents would remember his existence the next day. He set out on his own, desperately looking for a place where he wouldn't be hurt.

A little girl with sapphire blue eyes, and black hair, was looking into a crystal plate on the table filled with a special silvery substance. She saw a new image surface, the one of a boy, no older then herself, all alone. His face full of sadness and grief, she was utterly captivated by the boy. She then saw him stumble and fall, but he didn't get up. She ran into the other room where her parents where talking.

"Ma! Papa! There is a boy, in the mirror, he looked so sad, and, and he fell and he, he wasn't getting up! And he had a really bad cut on his forehead that was bleeding, it looked like a lightening bolt." Her parents exchanged glances and hurried to the 'Mirror' and there the boy was. They had been watching over him for a while now. They knew who he was and his fate, for they had foreseen it all, they were the Sorcerers, and this was the Royal Family. Carissa and Antonio DeSavre were shocked at what they found, the poor boy had run away and way practically dead. Carissa looked up at her husband,

"They don't even realize that he is gone do they?" She asked him, worried for the little one. How a parent could do that, despite the situation was beyond her. He was their son for crying out loud! It was at this moment, it dawned on her, they could adopt him, they couldn't turn him into a full Sorceror without the biological parent's consent, but they could do half. And they could raise him, as theirs and give him the life he deserved. She knelt down to eye level with her daughter, little Olivia Rose. "How would you like to have another brother?"

Antonio looked down; it had been his thought as well, to adopt the little boy. With their features, he could easily pass as their son. Sensing her parents seriousness, she gave took a breath and gave her answer to the waiting parents…

Meanwhile…

Little Harry Potter was crying. His scar was bleeding, yet again. And like last time, there is no one to kiss away the pain or make him feel better. He fell down running, trying to find shelter from the storm. He was so hungry; He had no idea what he was supposed to do. He wondered, 'Did they even realize that he was gone? Did they even care?'

Back at the Potter Manor, the Potters and a Sirius Black were combing the manor and the woods that surrounded their home for the lost little boy. The Aurors had been contacted. They had realized that Harry was missing a little while ago, when Lily had heard a crash from his room, thinking that he had dropped something, she went to go investigate, but found the room eerily bare. Her son had never come home. Since then they had been looking fervently, the same thought haunting them all, that they had neglected the twin to the famous, Boy-Who-Lived, again.

Lilly flopped on the couch and cried. She simply broke down. James went and sat next to her trying to comfort her and calm himself as well. "It's all my fault! If I paid more attention to him-" James silenced her.

"It's just as much our fault as it is yours, we all should have paid more attention to him." He said. " I for want to know who kidnapped my son."

Sirius jumped up. "The ward-cams!" He shouted while calling out the spells that would tell them who had taken the little boy. Needless to say they were all shocked when they saw the little boy being left behind, tripping and falling. He quietly stood up and saw everyone gone and let tears spill as he walked on.

Lily burst into tears. James was in shock, while Sirius was overwhelmed with guilt. If they had only paid a little more attention to him, he wouldn't have left. Harry wasn't kidnapped; he had ran away on his own, thinking his own family didn't love him.

James stood up and got the Aurors on full alert, for a search. He was going to set things right. He was going to find his son and show him that they did love him. He set out, a fierce determination shined through his hazel eyes.

Little did they know, that another family, a family that loved him before they knew him, had found Harry Potter. They took him home and adopted him officially in the muggle world, and making him part sorcerer by blood. And from that day, Harry Potter became a memory of the past for little Oliver James DeSavre.

CHAPTER ONE DONE!

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