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Rectifying errors

Scotland, Hogwarts, Headmaster office

"What are you saying Albus!" A Thirty three year old man with wild brown hair and rounded black glasses was yelling to the older man that was in front of him. His companion seemed to have over a hundred years old. His blue eyes looked tired and in them there was no longer any trace of their characteristic twinkle.

"Just what you heard James. We made an enormous mistake that Halloween night. I'm afraid the boy it´s not the chosen one. You have seen him my boy, he is almost mediocre in all his classes except for Transfiguration. But allas you cannot defeat the greatest dark wizard in the history by simply transfiguring things"

"You don´t know it for sure. Maybe the kid is just a late bloomer" The old man, Albus, seated down on the chair that was behind a desk full of unimaginable things. Silver instruments that moved by themselves, a vessel that contained a strange bluish liquid substance that from time to time formed an image or two. There were many other stuff that you don´t normally see in your everyday life but what stood out the most was a beautiful red and golden bird that held itself with a dignity that no other animal could ever hope to have. The bird flew graciously to the shoulder of the man, who started stroking it with loving care.

"That´s what I thought at the beginning James, but deep down I always knew the kid was just not so powerful. I even come to think that maybe stopping the killing curse when he was just a one year old toddler had somehow drained his magic, but it does not have logic. The prophesy clearly states that the boy-who-lived, and only him, could defeat the dark lord. We must come to accept that maybe Ian is not that boy. No one was there to say with certainty what happened. We can just try and guess, praying that we are right" The younger man was now pacing back and forth across the circular room. A small tear had formed in the corner of his brown eyes.

"Why did we send Harry away, anyway? He could have grown up alongside Ian and now we wouldn´t be having this discussion"

"You know as well as I do that it was the best thing to do at the moment James. Little Harry would have grown up at the shadow of his twin not to mention that having two boys and no way to clearly determine who saved us all will make a breach within the people. They would have divided into groups. Some will think Harry´s the boy-who-lived and other will give their support to little Ian. We couldn´t afford something like that to happen"

"Still, sending him away was a mistake! What kind of father just disposes of his son because he isn´t that important. Tell me Albus, who?" Angry tears were now falling through James red face. The sorrow and grief in which his words were said made the old man cringe with guilt and regret.

"And what do I say to Ian? Sorry son but guess what? You aren´t the boy who lived! It's your twin brother, who you don´t know anything about because your mother and I decided he was an unnecessary burden. Isn´t great?" Once again Albus cringe at the tone of voice the younger man used. It seemed as he had aged fifty years just in that moment.

The old man sighed and with what seemed incredible effort he straightened himself. "That's not my plan" He began "Well not entirely. You see James your family is kind of the icon of the light. The fact that you got reed of young Harry will not be seen good and we cannot afford losing support of certain people. What I was thinking was that we kept both of your sons in the blissful ignorance. I don´t see the reason we shall tell Ian he isn't the prophesized child, as you said, he would feel as if his entire identity was nothing but a lie and Harry doesn't need to know he has a twin, nether that he is actually the boy-who-lived. We are going to protect him and like that he will be able to fulfill his destiny and conquer the dark side"

"So you are saying that Ian will still be the-boy-who-lived to the entire wizarding world when in fact Harry will be the one to defeat Voldemort?" James had somewhat calmed down and was now seated in one of the chairs that was at the opposite side of the old man, who after listening to James nodded his head in agreement. Some of the twinkling had returned to his wise blue eyes.

"That´s exactly what I meant. I´m glad you catch on so quickly"

"But wouldn´t be Ian stealing the credit to harry?"

"Well it´s for the greater good I suppose. And I'm guessing your next question will be how will Harry fulfill his destiny when he doesn´t know who he really is? and my answer will be that that matter is for latter, what its important now is that we go looking for your long lost son. Don't you think?"

"You know where he is?"

"Well of course I do. That Halloween night after we declared Ian the savior of our world" "Wrongly"- Said James. "Yes well unfortunately we made a mistake" Albus continued "I asked Minerva to take little Harry to a muggle orphanage. She of course didn´t complied with my orders and left your son at the doorstep of some muggles that, I don´t know how, Minerva knew. He grew up not knowing he was let's say "adopted". Now, if I'm not mistaken, the boy is living a peaceful life in a small town near Wales" When Albus finished James Potter had already stood up and was waiting at the door sporting an inpatient face. The old man couldn´t hold back a small chuckle at seeing his ex-student antics.

"There´s nothing I would like more than go and fetch Mr. Potter right away but I'm afraid we cannot do such thing. After all, the boy has no knowledge whatsoever of our existence or that he is actually a wizard. We most plan this carefully" Seeing the young man´s face Albus deemed important to add "But do not fret my dear boy, that your son will be among us by the beginning of the next school term, toasting with everyone else at the welcome feast

"We must go to the hospital Arnold. He looks so pale and his burning" He could hear his mother voice clearly. She was crying, he could tell by the occasional sob. He had just woken up. He didn´t have the strength to open his eyes just yet. He felt so tiered and every single inch of his body was on fire. Right now the only thing he wanted was some pain killers and maybe a hot cup of tea to calm his nerves. Maybe his mother could use one too.

"Let´s just wait until he wakes up Sara. You know that we can´t afford going to the hospital. I can´t pay neither for the doctor nor for the medicines" Chis was surprised at hearing this. He thought they were cool. The last time he checked his father restaurant was a success.

"How dare you? Your son might as well be dying and you don´t want to take him to the hospital! I don´t care if we don´t have the fucking money. Right now his health is our priority!" Chris winced at his mother tone of voice. Poor father, he definitely wouldn´t like to be in his position right now.

He didn´t want the discussion to go any further so he choose that exact moment to open his eyes and announce to his parents that he was alright.

"Chris!" His mother lunged herself to him enveloping him in a huge hug, which he returned happily.

"I'm okay mom. Really it was just a headache" His mother had finally pulled apart and was now looking at him right into his eyes. Upon hearing his words her crying stopped and was replaced by an angry frown. Oh just what he needed.

"Just a headache? Are you mad Chris? You were screaming at the top of your longs and when I entered your room you were lying on the floor trashing about with blood pouring from your scar and the worst was the strange blue thing surrounding you that wouldn´t let me get anywhere near you. It wasn´t until you stopped screaming that that horrible thing disappeared and I was able to assist you…" At this point his mother lost the last of her self-control and started crying violently. His father surrounded her by the waist with his arm and kissed her on the top of her head, but his mother continued muttering incoherent words and the salty tears seemed an unstoppable constant stream of water.

When his mother calmed down he managed to convince her that he was fine and the subject was never approached again, although Chris could clearly notice the occasional glances both of his parents send his way through out the last month and it bothered him immensely. They thought he was damaged and they treated him as if he was going to break down at any moment. His father had forced him to go with him at the restaurant and when he returned home his mother will insist on watching T.V with him, playing chess, backing a cake or anything she could think about. The point was that he was under the constant watchful eyes of his parents and it was stressful.

Although to be honest, Chris preferred to be busy during the day, that way the image of the vile creature with red eyes stayed away from his mind. Something he couldn't accomplish at night´s where the pudgy man along with the arrogant blond plagued his dreams with their terrifying screams.