Chapter 2

"Sirius Black you are being arrested for the betrayal of Lily and James Potter and will be sentenced to Azkaban," said an auror. As he walked forward the other aurors circled Sirius Black and before he knew it, his world went dark.

He woke up in a court room bound to a chair. The minister of magic was in mid-sentence.

"-be sentenced to life in Azkaban prison for your betrayal as the secret keeper for Lily and James Potter," he said puffing his chest up importantly, as if he were the one making the decision.

But then the door's of the court burst open and in came James and Lily Potter, the latter of which was carrying Godric Potter, the savior of the Wizarding World. All three looking a bit worse for wear. Hair was flying everywhere and their clothes were covered in soot. It was then that the jury realized they were about to put an innocent man in Azkaban. They lowered their faces at what James shouted.

"Sirius was not our secret keeper! We used Peter Pettigrew, he betrayed us. Sirius was to go around acting like a decoy and Peter was to go into hiding. Peter was the spy! He was the one passing information on to Voldemort! I can't believe you all; you just tried to put an innocent man in Azkaban with no proof that he was the secret keeper! You could have used veritaserum and found out the truth. If I didn't know better I would say you were all corrupt! Now let Sirius go, he has done nothing to warrant this treatment. And I want Peter Pettigrew found!" yelled James Potter as he looked around at the ashamed and humbled people.

Sirius was freed from the binds holding him. The man hugged his best friend and brother in a strong, brotherly hug. As Lily and Godric watched he asked "Where are Jamie and Harry?"

"They are being looked after by the house elves. Don't worry they are fine," replied Lily instantly.

They walked together out of the court room where they met Remus. There were a whole lot of reporters for them to make their way through. Sirius took Godric, and the reporters crowded around them. Remus hated it, he was a werewolf and was not used to getting attention like that. He was more used to being treated like scum. Sirius, who loved the attention he got and always had, along with James spoke about what happened. They liked having the attention from the reporters. It was then that they got big headed, although they didn't realize it. But the reporters were scribbling away furiously. Remus shook his head at his best friend's antics; they were always like that. He didn't see the gleams in their eyes as they let the fame go to their heads.

After that, the Potter's were a happy family. James Potter was a famous Auror became more famous for being Godric Potter's father. Lily was famous for being Godric's mother, and of course they had the attention of the world, including the most powerful wizard alive, Albus Dumbledore.

Jamie and Harry Potter were fed by the house elves, but Lily would always feed her precious Godric. Soon it was only the house elves looking after Jamie and Harry. By the time they were three, Jamie and Harry knew their mother didn't love them. They wondered why, but they could not understand. They were young, after all. They played with the elves and all the toys that Godric didn't play with very often. Jamie and Harry shared a room while Godric had his own.

As they grew older, they started walking and both got smaller meals than Godric. They sometimes got pudding, but that was not often. The elves sometimes tried to give them more if they could. Unfortunately, they could never directly disobey their masters. Jamie and Harry usually woke up screaming and their scars burning. Harry normally went over to his sister's bed and cuddled in beside her, keeping her warm and safe. They both liked cuddling each other, and did it every morning and night. Not having much affection, they took what they could get from each other.

Soon the Harry and Jamie started primary school, which they enjoyed very much. Godric was not a hero where they went. In fact, people had never heard of the Boy-Who-Lived, as they went to a muggle primary school. Godric was home schooled, his parents wanting him there all the time. They thought sending their children away would make them sad. Truthfully though, Harry and Jamie loved being away from them and at school. Each year, they were the best in their class. Their report cards were not read, but Harry and Jamie kept them a secret. They hid them by putting them under a loose floor board under their bed, just in case their trunks were raided.

They forged there mother's signature, and made things happen every time it was near Parents Day. Yes, their own mother never went to Parents Day. Not that it bothered Harry or Jamie, they had realized their mother didn't care. Deep down it did hurt, but they never ever admitted it, not even to each other. Each time they saw their mother coddling their brother and hearing the whispers of the Boy-Who-Lived, their eyes darkened and soon they stopped showing emotions altogether.

They were loved by the teachers for being hard workers. Loved by their friends and hated by the bullies. The bullies had been hitting a seven year old and Jamie and Harry had put them in their places. So they never bullied again, they were petrified of the Potter's. Why? They didn't know. So the bullies hated them. But soon the bullies grew out of it and got on with the other kids, realizing it was much more fun having proper friends than bullying people. They had grudgingly thanked them. Unaware that they had just put their own cousin in his place, or that they were heroes at Privet Drive for the young children who used to get beaten everyday.

When they were not at school, they usually went to the forest near their home. There they practiced their magic, not knowing how special what they were doing was or that wandless magic was never done. Unknown to their parents, they had taken their Hogwarts trunks. They were well past NEWT level in Charms, Transfigurations, Defense Against the Dark Arts and Potions.

It was not very often that they could brew potions. Only when they knew their parents would be gone. Which was a good bit of the time. In fact, it was most of the weekends. Many potions that they wanted to do took a few days to brew. Like the Wolfsbane potion. There was only one person who asked them how they were and gave them presents when he saw them, and money as well, and that was Remus Lupin. They had quite a lot of gallons and presents from him. When Godric's eighth birthday party was celebrated, Harry and Jamie were told to stay upstairs, and be quiet.

Harry and Jamie were sitting in their room, bored. They knew they would be in trouble should they make any noise. So they did their best to remain quiet, but Harry always got too bored and went down the stairs, but that night would always stand out. He walked down the stairs and into the living room. The attention went from Godric to Harry who had just come in.

He watched as his parents plastered fake smiles on and his dad patted his back none too gently. He began to think coming down was a bad idea, so he got lots of food. Sausage rolls, sandwiches, ham, sweets, cakes; everything he could dream of, he loaded onto a plate. Picking an extra big heaping, he walked into the kitchen and asked for Pippin. When the elf appeared she asked "How's can Pippin be helping yous, young master?"

Harry then said, "Can you take that up to Jamie please?" He gave Pippin the plate, and a pop later she was gone just as fast as she came. Harry went back, and sometime later people started leaving one by one. As soon as they all left, Godric began to complain.

"Mummy, Mummy! He spoiled my, my party!" sobbed Godric, big fat fake tears rolling down his cheeks. If Harry was daring enough, he would have rolled his eyes at the pathetic display.

But what happened next was not what he expected. James Potter took him by the ear and dragged him to the dungeons. Harry hated small enclosed spaces; he was claustrophobic.

"No, get away from me! You're hurting me, let me go!" cried a very hysterical Harry. He didn't want to be in here. When James let him go, he curled up in a ball. It was not long before he began to hyperventilate.

The young boy was shocked when a spell had him kneeling down, and even more so when his top was removed. The shock didn't last long, as he cried out in pain and arched his back down towards the floor when the whip hit its mark. Trying to get as far away from the whip as possible, he begged for his father to cease.

"Please stop! I won't do it again, I promise! I'm sorry! Please stop!" But it didn't stop. James started using the buckle of the belt, the gold hitting his back each time making the marks much worse. Harry cried out each time, still begging.

"Please, no more, please stop!" he cried through a choked sob. Then he heard his father speaking.

"You are just an unnatural freak, boy. No one could ever love you, and if you tell anyone, boy you will not live to regret it, I promise you that. I will finish what Voldemort started and end your pathetic life. Tell anyone and your sister will go before you," James told Harry. That was the last he heard as he fell unconscious, the spell having being lifted.

When Harry woke up, he cried as he was in so much pain. He just wanted it to stop and he wanted out of there. He curled up in the corner, blood still seeping out of his back. How he got over in the corner, Harry never knew. He didn't know how long it was before James came back. The man grabbed him, and Harry screamed as a potion was dumped into his mouth, closing his wounds, but not helping the pain at all. Tears stung his eyes. His father may have hated him, but he had never hit him before.

He was dragged to the bathroom and dumped into the water, which was nice and hot. James left him there, but not before saying one last thing.

"Clean up the mess boy. One word of this and I will carry out what I told you, you ungrateful brat."

Harry had cleaned up in total pain, tears running down his face. It was after that incident that he really stopped showing emotion, unaware he was becoming a great Occlumens.

That was not the only incident that happened, the next time it was much worse. He was not given any potions and he was locked up in the dungeons for much longer.

Harry was allowed downstairs when he was nine years old, and had just returned from school. His sister was already upstairs, so Harry was left alone with his brother. Godric just sneered at him as if he were a piece of vermin. Harry was much nicer looking than Godric. Harry was more feminine and thin, with an elfin face, while Godric was chubby, with a rough face like James'. Godric was quite jealous of his brother.

Then "boom!" The room shook debris flying everywhere. It was because of Godric, who had just used the Reducto curse. The house was warded to hide the underage magic. However, Godric blamed it on Harry, and Harry knew as soon as his father had grabbed him he was in for a very long night.

He tried to get out; kicking, screaming and biting him, but nothing worked. His father was too strong. He told himself not to beg, because it would only bring James satisfaction, but he couldn't help it. He started shaking as soon as he saw that door. There was no light in there; he was not just scared he was petrified and James knew that.

"No, no, no, no, no, no please no. It wasn't me, it was Godric. Please, it wasn't me, please don't," he whimpered pathetically. He really didn't like the small enclosed space, or getting beaten.

It happened almost the same as the first time. A spell held him in place, and he was whipped until his back was covered in lacerations. James went further; after he belted Harry's back he started on his legs. Harry had long ago fallen unconscious from the pain. The elder Potter then left his son, his own flesh of blood, unconscious in a heap, lying in a pool of his own blood in the dungeons.

Harry didn't wake until the next morning. He crawled into a corner and was left there for days. When his back closed, his 'dad' came back and again chucked him in the water. The warm water hurt his wounds because they hadn't been closed this time. He tried to get out to stop his back stinging, but his 'father' held onto his shoulders keeping him there.

"Please, Daddy, make it stop! Please make it stop, I will be a good boy! I will try really hard, I will make you love me! I will, please let me go, please Daddy," begged Harry, who had developed a high fever, and being in warm water didn't help.

Slapping his son across the face, he bellowed, "No one can love you! You're an ungrateful brat, not like Godric, he's a good boy! You will never amount to anything!" The anger and hatred he felt for the child showed clearly in his eyes.

It was then that Harry began believing him, he believed himself unworthy of anyone's love. But he loved his sister and she loved him unconditionally; she loved him when no one else would. He could not have gotten a better sister if he tried.