Summary- Harry has always been ignored in favor of his younger twin brother. Who is believed to be the so called boy-who-lived. His parents belittle and to some extent abuse Harry. Because in their minds Harry doesn't fit in their, oh so perfect family, to them he is dark while they're light. They see Harry as something that wasn't supposed to be; a stain in their perfect life. So they do everything in their power to make sure he is kept away from anyone who could possible connect him to them. They get a huge chance to do this when Harry gets a letter to another school, one they have never heard of; best of all it is nowhere near Hogwarts. Quickly they sent an acceptance letter to said school eager to see Harry gone…too bad they didn't read further in to the letter. What happens when Harry goes to a school where he can truly be himself? How will he turn out when the only one from his family that cares about him is his younger sister…who he rarely actually gets a chance to see?

***this had potter bashing as in James Lily and their son bashing***

****Manipulative Dumbldore****

*****I do not own Harry Potter*****

CHAPTER TWO- HARRY'S LIFE AND NEW SISTER

It had been five years since that faithful Halloween night and young Harry could now be seen sound asleep; in what looked to be a very restful, completely peaceful, sleep. Alas all good things must come to an end and so must this. As Harry's shut eye was suddenly cut short when his mother shouted; quiet loudly and shrilly might I add.

"HARRY JAMES POTTER! GET DOWN HERE RIGHT NOW AND MAKE CHRIS HIS BREAKFAST! HE'S HUNGRY AND I DON'T WANT MY LITTLE BABY GETTING HUNGRY!" This startled Harry and caused him to come tumbling out of his bed in a flash; hitting his head on the ground, hard, as he did so.

Now wide awake the six year old boy, acting as if something similar happened every day, went up and got the clothes he had set out for himself the night before. It was a pair of dark blue jeans and a red t-shirt; with a sigh he put both of them on. Wondering, why, the entire time, why was he treated like this, why was his twin brother, his twin for crying out loud, was treated so much better than he was, and why for the love of Merlin couldn't they just be treated the same; it just wasn't fair.

Harry seeing where his thoughts where going, having thought almost the exact same thing every day that he woke up and was greeted the way he was by his mother, quickly shook his head to clear it of such thoughts. Having had already learnt, years earlier, the fact that it wasn't fair to him because life rarely was fair.

Sighing as he thought this Harry absentmindedly began to run his fingers through his wild and wavy shoulder length black hair; a soothing habit he had picked up when he was younger. Harry, then once he was calmed down enough, put said hair in a tight braid; knowing with how wild it was he really wouldn't be able to do anything else with it anyway. Once this was done Harry started to slowly make his way down the stairs; his dread growing with each step he took that brought him closer to the down stairs as he did so.

After all there wasn't much that Harry could look forward down stairs, especially when it came to his father, his mother, and his twin brother; who all completely ignore him as if he was nothing to them. That is unless they wanted something from him, or needed someone to blame something on; which as it turned out was usually him. That was the only time they paid even the slightest attention to him.

Harry truly couldn't say what was worse, the aching loneliness of being completely ignored by those that were supposed to love him or the utter heartbreak of being treated similar to an unwanted slave by his own family; both hurt terrible in totally different ways.

After what felt like only seconds to Harry, and much too soon for his liking, he found himself in front of his mother; who was heavily pregnant. A mother who also had an irritated look clear on her face as she took in Harry's appearance; or perhaps just his presents. Rolling his eyes Harry couldn't help but ask in an overly sweet and innocent tone; one he knew she absolutely loathed.

"Oh mother dearest you were waiting for me? Why, oh why, didn't you say something…" this remark was met with a smack to the face as his so called both back slapped him as hard as she could before literally throwing the spatula that was in her hand at her fallen so. Before gesturing her son to the kitchen; ignoring the silent tears that fell from her elder son's eyes as he climbed up from where he had fallen after Lily had hit him she did this.

Angry at himself for crying, after promising himself he would, especially when he knew what was going to happen when he said that. Harry quickly and quietly brushed the tears away before grabbing the stuff he needed to make his dear brother his breakfast; muttering angrily to himself the whole way.

"Sure she doesn't believe in enslaving house elves, but her son on the other hand…. now that's a totally different story. Cause it's like I soooooo want to wake up earlier then everyone one else and cook for my oh-so-great brother; it my life goal. Really it is such an honor, a privilege, a really dream come true. Doing this just makes my day to do so much better…NOT!" Finishing his little rant, Harry pushed one of the nearby chairs up to the muggle stove his mother had installed in their house, before beginning to make scrambled eggs; an ill look on his face the entire time he did so.

Harry himself, hated scrambled eggs, along with the majority if things that dealt with eggs; he hated their smell, their color, the way they look and especially the way the tasted. But his, oh so perfect, brother loved eggs…no he adored eggs; would live off them if he could. So they always, always had eggs or something that had lots of eggs in it; much to Harry's disgust.

Finishing the eggs he was making, by adding the salt and pepper he knew his brother would want, Harry picked up the dishes he needed for breakfast, as well as the pan full of eggs, before turned towards the table.

Only to run straight into the source of all his problems, his spoiled pampered little brother, Chris, the so called great boy who lived; who at the moment was sneering for all his worth at Harry. After seeing this sneer, and just what said sneer did to his brother's face, Harry couldn't help but be extremely grateful that they (him and his twin brother) weren't identical twins; not in the least bit.

Which was true the two honestly didn't look a thing alike; or what most people thought of when they pictured twins. Chris had their mother's red hair with their father's natural messy locks; which like their father he was always running his fingers through. He also had their father's brown eyes. Which most likely would need glasses, like their father had, later on; seeing as he was already squinting at things. Chris's body still held all of its baby fat and then some. Not to mention he was around average height with a stocky build that at the moment made him look kind of like a clumsy gorilla; though he could grow out of that. All and all his looks promised to be around average in the beauty department; though Chris seemed to think otherwise if the way he strutted around meant anything.

Harry on the other hand had his father's hair color, only it seemed to be darker than his father and more wavy then messy; though his hair did look as messy as his father, or his brother's was, when it had been shorter. Harry also had his mother's brilliant emerald eyes, eyes that seemed to shine with untapped power; unnoticed by anyone else. His body, unlike his brother's, had lost all of its body fat and was already starting to get some muscles; mainly because of all the activates or chores he had been doing. Another difference between the twins was that Harry had a swimmer's build compared to his brother's stalker build. All and all Harry was adorable now and had the makings of a beautiful person later on in his life; if something didn't come and wreck that for him that is.

Not that either of Harry's parents would tell you anything remotely like this; or even seem to realize any of this. Because in their eyes their son, Chris, was the beautiful one while Harry was just a stain in their perfect life; something that was never talked about and ignored until it was needed.

Harry was broken from his comparison between himself and his brother when said brother decided to talk; the whole time speaking in a tone that all but screamed arrogant. A tone that Harry noticed sounded just like their parents voices most of the time and a tone that made Harry desperately wish they weren't related. That or wish that he could just hit Chris; repeatedly. Either one would work for him.

"So the freaks cooking? Uh, are you making eggs? I want eggs, if you don't make eggs I'm gonna tell mama and she'll make you make eggs so…" Here Harry tired of Chris's whining decided to interrupt his brother whining before he said something that would destroy what was left of his good mood from this morning; not that there was honestly much left of it.

"Yes, brother I am making eggs. In fact, I have made your eggs there right in my hands in plan view. Mother already told me to…so please for the love of Merlin SHUT UP!" Harry had whispered out the last part so his brother wouldn't here it; but apparently he didn't whisper it quietly enough. For the next thing Harry knew was that his brother was running down the hall, as fast as his legs could carry him, screaming at the top of his lungs.

"MOMMY! DADDY! HARRY'S BEING MEAN TO ME! HE EVEN TOLD ME TO SHUT UP! MAMA! DADDY! DO SOMETHING!" All the while having fake crocodile like tears falling down his chubby cheeks.

Harry was dramatically paler after this happened, but managed to put on a brave face as he turned back towards the stove. Trying his best not to tremble as the footsteps of his parents came closer; knowing that trembling would only set them off more as it wasn't something the oh so brave Potter family did. As the footsteps of his parents reached the kitchen Harry's hold on the frying pan got tighter as he continued to fight not to tremble a bit.

Knowing, from previous experience, that they were going to start yelling at him soon, Harry quickly turned off the stove he was in front of. Before whirling around to face his so called loving parents; trying to keep his face as blank as possible as he did so.

Once he turned around to face both Lily and James he immediately noticed that the both of them were holding onto Chris's shoulder, trying to comfort him; while glaring down angrily at Harry.

Harry, seeing their glare, barley restrained himself from rolling his eyes and mentally counted down in his head how long it would take before the two to explode at him.

'It'll be in five….four…three...two…one…zero' and as soon as he hit zero the two started in on Harry, ignoring Chris at the moment; who was no longer fake crying but smirking at Harry as their parent yelled at him.

"HARRY JAMES POTTER! WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING TELLING YOU BROTHER TO SHUT UP! HE DOESN'T HAVE TO SHUT UP YOU LITTLE BRAT! IN FACT FOR THAT YOU CAN FORGET ABOUT GETTING ANY BREAKFAST. NOW GET THE HELL UP IN YOUR ROOM OR MERLIN SO HELP ME!"

"WHY DID YOU TELL HM TO SHUT UP HE WAS JUST TRYING TO BE NICE TO YOU!? SOMETHING YOU OBVIOUSLY DON'T DESERVE. IN FACT JUST FOR THAT YOU'RE GOING TO YOUR ROOM FOR THE REST OF THE DAY! WITHOUT BREAKFAST…Oh and Chris would you like some eggs, there right beside the stove if you do."

Ears still ringing from his parents combined yelling Harry watched with angry eyes as Chris smugly grabbed the pan that the eggs where in, which Harry really didn't want in the first place, before walking to the living room; eating the eggs the whole way. After Chris left the kitchen Harry looked at his parents, only to see them still watching Chris's retreating back; with a proud look in their eyes.

Seeing this Harry glared coldly at the couple before spinning around and marching angrily up the stairs. Not noticing that one of the portraits behind him had seen his icy glare, nor the fact that said portrait had disappeared from its frame as soon as he had spun around.

Up in his room Harry slammed the door and then just looked around his room; with a blank almost empty look on his face. As far as rooms went, his was pretty bare, there wasn't much color in it and the color that was in the room had long since faded; the only real thing positive about it that Harry could say was it was a room.

His room was small, it used to be a really minor guest room, for those guest you really didn't like and didn't care if they knew it; one that hadn't been used in years. Off in a corner was his bed and mattress, which had pretty much came with the room; along with the dressers he put his clothing in. These things took up almost all the room in his room; leaving him to squeeze past them to get out of, or to get anywhere in, his room.

In fact, the only new thing that he had in his room were the dark green curtains, on his single window, that he had received from his uncle moony last time he had visited. Which had been around a year ago and they too had started to fade; making them fit in perfectly with all the other things in his room.

Sighing Harry threw himself down on his bed, and began to once more wondering why. Why his life was like this? Why did he felt like he just didn't belong? Why his life was turning out the way it was? Why was it that no seemed to relate to him in the smallest bit and why did he seem so different from what his family wanted him to be like?

Harry after about ten minutes of this got up with a small sigh; knowing that he wouldn't get the answers he wanted any time soon. So instead he reached under his bed and grabbed a book. Which he had found a while ago but had kept hidden from his parents since then; for rather obvious reasons. Picking the book up, Harry laid down and began to think back to when he had first found the book, as well as why he kept it hidden in the first place.

FLASHBACK

His parents had once more left and taken Chris to the park, one that Harry had really wanted to go to and had actually found out about before his so called brother. Not, that that seemed to matter because his brother had found out about it and had said he wanted to go to it. So his parents had dropped everything they were doing and took Chis to the park; totally forgetting the four year old Harry Potter, their other son, in their hast to leave.

Now, said four year was exploring the Potter manor, trying to forget be forgotten by his parents once again; it wasn't working that well. Barley holding back the tears that he so desperately wanted to cry Harry thought about what his family was doing at this moment; which really wasn't helping on the not crying front. Harry as he thought this quickly turned the next corner. Only to freeze in mid-step as he immediately realized that he had no idea where he was; seeing as he has never been in this part of the manor before. In fact no one had been in this part of the manor in a long time if the amount of dust and cop webs meant anything.

The thought of being in an unexplored part of the Potter manor sent both a wave of excitement and fear though Harry and without so much as a glance back Harry found himself almost ran down the hall; temporarily forgetting the sadness that had almost overwhelmed him. Though, even as he did this, Harry was careful enough to remember a few of the decorations that he ran past in the hall. So that he could remember his way back, and perhaps if what he found in the part of the manor was interesting enough find this place again.

Harry wasn't sure how long he had been walking but he knew that it had been for a while, at least an hour now, and that is when he finally found a door. It wasn't like any other door in the Potter manor, for one, the door was pitch black in color, and for another, the door seemed to be calling to Harry.

Begging him to open it, to step inside it and see what was inside there. Harry couldn't seem to, and in all honesty didn't want to, fight off the magic calling for him to open the door. Later in his room when he was alone Harry would admit to himself that while he really hadn't wanted to fight off the magic it was still very stupid of him to not of at least tried to fight off the magic. He would also admit to himself that he was very lucky that the door didn't want harm him for opening it; or hadn't had something behind it that would of caused him some serious damage after he had opened the door.

For that is exactly what Harry did, he opened the door like the magic was compelling him to do in the first place. He had wrapped his small pale fingers around the door knob, before pulling it open. What had happen when he opened the door wasn't expected, despite the fact that he hadn't fought the magic pulling him to the door Harry had been prepared for an explosion of magic of some sort. But he really was not prepared for the sight that met him instead.

In place of the explosion of magic, that he had been expecting, was a dimly light room. This caused Harry to slump slightly in disappointment before deciding to look around the room for a bit; there must have been a reason the room called him so much after all.

Looking around the room Harry saw that it was lite by only a single flickering candle. A candle that looked as if it hadn't been burning long, yet at the same time seemed to have been burning for hours if the wax under meant anything.

This candle also seemed to give off only the smallest amount of light. Giving off only enough to light up the room bright enough for everything to barley be seen. A small candle that was placed almost directly in the center on the odd little room.

Because of this, and the fact that there was really only one thing in the room, caused Harry immediately noticed the large blood red book on a cushioned alter that was directly behind the light candle Harry had been staring at.

Cautious, but still extremely curios, Harry slowly made his way over to the book that seemed to be calling him even more so then the door had. As Harry began to creep closer to the book he started to look out for any traps there could being a lot more cautious then he had been with the door that had lead him in there to begin with.

When Harry was finally at the book he didn't immediately grab it; like he wanted to. Instead he decided to look at the books cover. Trying to his best to determine just what the book was about, and perhaps see if he could get a hint if the book in front of him was cursed in some way.

Once Harry looked at the cover a few things immediately stood out to him. For one there were runes circling around and going up the spine of the book. Another thing was the sheer thickness of the book; it was one of the thickest, if not the thickest, book Harry had ever seen, and Harry had spent a lot of time in the Potter's, not to mention the Black's, extremely large library. But it wasn't those things that had made Harry pale, wide eyed and shaken, no that was what the book's title that did that. Standing out with pitch black gothic style lettering on the blood red cover of the book was the words, BLOOD MAGICS.

Taking a deep breath Harry slowly began to reach out for the book; despite the fact his 'family' all but spat at the magics of Blood magic. Because Harry knew, no matter what said book was about, he needed to read it and he needed to do that since the moment he saw it. The book was calling him, making his magic all but beg to open it, and Harry knew at that moment that he would read it; despite the fact his parents hated everything to do with blood magic.

It was that pull, those feelings, that caused Harry to gently brush his fingers lightly against the cover of the book; an almost loving look on his face as he did so. Only for that look to change in to a look of great shock, as well as horror, when upon touching the book a rush of pure magic came pouring out of said book. As it did this Harry couldn't help but think. 'Well, I guess I finally got that magic explosion I was waiting, and wanting, for earlier.'

Harry, after getting over his shock and horror that he had been feeling earlier, especially as he realized that the magic from the book wasn't blowing up like he had thought it would, watched the magic in complete amazement. Only for that amazement to turn to panic and pure terror when the magic that was circling the book began to slowly twist around the hand that was still connected to said book.

Harry seeing the magic going higher up his arm ,and that his hand was now completely covered in it, desperately tried to pull his hand off the book's cover; hoping that by doing so would stop or get rid of the magic on him. But quickly found out that he couldn't do this, he couldn't even move his finger a cementer off the book no matter how hard he tried, because the magic on said book was forcing him to keep a hold of the book; as if he had super glued his hand to it.

Harry watched in horror, with tears pouring out of his eyes, as the magic continued to wrap around him. Now everything below his shoulders was coved in the pulsing magic and worse yet the magic didn't seem to have come to a stopping point yet; if anything it seemed to have just gotten started.

Harry could do absolutely nothing as the magic, now wrapping around him, made quick work of both his arms and chest. As it seemed that all the fighting and struggling he did to escape only seemed to make the magic capturing him even stronger.

Currently it was starting to snake its way around his throat. As it did this Harry let out an ear piercing scream; hoping to get someone's attention. That is until he remembered that no one was home; so no one would hear him even if he did scream. Feeling hopeless Harry closed his eyes as the magic completely swallowed him; tears still streaming from said eyes as he did so.

He was prepared for the worst as the magic completely covered him. Only, to his great surprise, for a voice to start speaking in his mind instead of the pain, or blood, that he had been expecting. This voice was both calming and intelligent sounding as it told Harry.

"Be calm young one. The magic from this book shall bring no harm upon you. All it is doing is bonding the book, as well as the magics of the book, to you. "After this bit was said Harry couldn't help but wonder why the book was bothering to bind to him according to his father he wasn't worth anything. The voice as if hearing this thought from Harry answers his thoughts; a bit of anger making its way it is calming tone as it did so.

"The book is doing this to you, and not to anyone else, because you're the only one in a century who has the natural talent and power to use the blood magic this book teaches; it is a rare and powerful magic that very few have the gift or power for. Listen not to that fool of a father of your for he is just jealous of the natural power you radiate when you enter a room. Now young one you have this book, it is completely yours and no one else's. In it are some of the secrets of blood magic; but be warned not all that is in this book is for your own good…Also young one please hear and heed me when I say, not all that is light is good and right and not all that is dark is evil and wrong. Magic works only in shades of grey; it is your choices and intent when using magic that makes it right or wrong. Remember this and heed it for that shall be of great help to you in the future." This said, the voice started to fade out; leaving a stunned, but happy, Harry alone in the dimly lit room with a blood red book in his hands.

Slowly Harry stroked the cover of the book wondering just what was he going to do with it. He knew, now that he had it in his hands, that touching the book wasn't the smartest thing he had ever done. In fact it was down right one of the stupidest things he had done, right up there beside opening the door, but at the same time knowing it had already been done there wasn't really anything he could do about it.

Swallowing Harry allowed himself to trace the title of the book once more before deciding he was going to keep it. No matter how his father would react if he ever found out Harry had dared kept a book on blood magi, and even worse studied it Harry couldn't bring himself to be parted from the book.

No matter what he so called family would try to do to him when or if they found out about said book and what it had taught him. No matter what happened Harry decided to keep the book and learn from it. That thought in mind, Harry ran into his room and hide the book. Just in time to, because as soon as he had managed to get the book hidden his family flooed back into the house.

END FLASHBACK

Shaking himself from his memory Harry once more brought his attention back to his book. He then opened its ancient pages to where he last was reading from, which was about one-fourth the way through the book, and once more eagerly began to read. For even after reading as much as he had of the book Harry could honestly say that blood magic never creased to amaze him; Harry got the feeling they never would either.

A small smile light up Harry's face as he began to lose himself in the book. Harry keep this small smile on his face as he read on about the ancient art of blood magic; totally ignoring the outside world as he did so. He was so engrossed in his book that he didn't hear or notice the house elf that popped in his room with what looked like a breakfast platter in her small hands; right in front of him. That is until the house elf spoke in a high pitched voice. (Making Harry drop his book in shock as it did so.)

"Mister Potter, Miny is thinking yous is hungry and Master Jothan Potter is telling Miny to bring yous some food." Hearing this Harry was shocked and said the only thing he could think of at the moment.

"Jonthan Potter…THE PORTRAIT! The one my father put in the attic and claimed he was no family of his!" This statement thought didn't get a positive reaction from the house elf in front of Harry. If anything it seemed to really anger Miny, for it was in a surprisingly cold tone that she answered Harry's question.

"Yes that Portrait. James Potter had nos right to dos that's. House no belong to him, he no master of Homey!" Greatly confused at what the house elf was saying, as well as the way she was saying it, Harry couldn't help but ask the house elf another question, hoping to clarify what she was saying, this time when he spoke his tone held a bit of wonder in it.

"But Miny isn't my father the head of the Potter house, and if so wouldn't he own this house? Making what he did with the portrait his right?" After hearing this Miny smirked, a both surprising and scary look on a house elf, before telling Harry; her tone much friendly then it was before.

"NO mister Potter, James is no trues Master of the Potters, yes he is head of homey but only till trues head is found. This angered James very much becauses he isn't true heir. So hes goes and hides last trues heir's portrait, which hes has no rights to be doing! This also means when Master Jothan tells us to dos something, we dos it instead of what Mister James says. Likes brings yous breakfast. When yous is done Mister Potter yous should know Master Jothan wants yous to see hims soon." This said Miny left, leaving a steaming plate of food in front of Harry.

It was only after the house elf left that Harry remembered that there wasn't supposed to be any house elves at all in the house in the first place. At least that was what his father had told his mother; promised her in fact. Thinking on this Harry couldn't help but smirk as he took a bite of the delicious smelling and steaming food in front of him; which much to his gratefulness had nothing with eggs on it. As he did this Harry could help but think slightly humorlessly to himself, 'It seems father has lied about quite a few things.'

Harry took great joy in his meal, grateful for once to actually feel full, and as he finished he set the dish aside; which to his great surprise vanished soon after he set it down.

Before he could even begin to wonder where the dish had disappeared to, he heard the sound of loud footsteps coming up the stairs; footsteps that quickly alerted Harry to the fact that his father was coming.

In a near panic Harry rushed over to his book, which was still on the floor from when he dropped it earlier in his shock, and quickly picked it up. Looking around franticly Harry managed to find a hiding spot for his book. He quickly placed it there before throwing himself on his bed trying to act as if he had been there the whole time. Only to barely hold back a wincing as he hit the harder part of his mattress when he threw himself onto it.

Hearing the doorknob turn Harry did the first thing that came to mind and shut his eyes, pretending to be asleep, just as his father walked into his room. Harry kept his eyes shut even as his father marched angrily into his room muttering about lazy sons. Hearing what he was muttering Harry couldn't help but feel a sense of dread. This feeling continued to grow until Harry couldn't take it anymore and snapped open his eyes to see just what his father wanted.

Unfortunately the moment Harry decided to open his eyes was also the moment his father decided Harry had enough lazing about and needed to get to work; right away. For the second Harry's eyes opened he was roughly jerked out of his bed and thrown on the ground. Wincing slightly at his now throbbing head, which had hit the floor hard when James threw him from his bed, Harry slowly got off the floor. All the while listening as his father ranted on; barely restraining himself from rolling his eyes as he did so.

"WHY CAN'T YOU BE MORE LIKE YOUR BROTHER? WHY CAN'T YOU DO YOUR WORK AROUND THE HOUSE? SHOW THAT YOU NOT AS USELESSS AS I BELIEVED YOU WERE!? NO YOU COULDN'T DO THAT COULD YOU? NO YOU'RE JUST TOO LAZY! I ACTUALLY HAD TO COME UP HERE AND GET YOU TO DO YOUR CHORES! THEN WHEN I FINALLY DO COME UP HERE TO GET YOU, EXPECTING YOU TO ACTUALLY BE SHOWING SOME REMORSE FOR THE CRUEL THINGS YOU SAID HERE, I FIND YOU SLEEPING! I BET CHRIS, THE BOY WHO LIVED WOULDN'T DO THIS…" Here Harry couldn't stop himself from rolling his eyes, nor could he help but sarcastically adding in a soft tone; on he hoped his father wouldn't be able to pick up.

"Your right Chris wouldn't brush of his chores, for the pure and simple reason of him never having any chores to do to brush off in the first place. I bet if he ever had chores, or had a lift a finger by himself for that matter, he'd not only blow them off but throw a fit as well." Too bad Harry hadn't said his statement quiet enough, or perhaps his father was just looking for a reason to punish Harry, because the next thing Harry knew he was on the ground tasting blood; with the right side off his face throbbing madly.

Slowly Harry reached up and touched the side of his face that was burning with pain; his father had slapped him and had slapped him hard. Harry as he felt this could help but bitterly cry. He knew, deep within his heart, that his father had slapped him before and most likely was going to slap him in the future but at the same time he couldn't stop the tears that were falling down his face as he stared up at his father; who was glaring hatefully at him. James seeing his son's tears sneered at the sobbing boy in front of him before spitting out at him in a hate filled tone.

"Stop crying you brat or I can do a lot worse than a simple slap to the face. Hell, you deserve more than a slap to the face smart mouthing the boy who lived like that. Now get downstairs and get your chores done, you ungrateful brat. It's the least you can do seeing as your brother injured himself saving you unworthy life when Voldemort came …WHICH YOU CAUSED WITH YOUR SCREAMING!" Harry after hearing this couldn't stop his eyes from widening, he didn't think his father had thought that lowly of him. He did think his family blamed him for the dark lord attacking them; he had only been baby there was nothing he could had done.

Harry was so stuck on this thought, as he stared off into space trying to figure out how his family could think like that, that he didn't notice as his father turned around and start walking down the stairs. That is until his father, face red in rage, stormed back up the stairs and caught his unaware son off guard by kicking him sharply in the stomach.

Harry let out a loud cry of pain as he hit the wall and most likely would of keep on crying; as best he could while he was gasping for breath. If his 'father' hadn't reached down and grabbed Harry by his hair; pulling the braid it was in out as he did so. Before dragging the now struggling child out of his room by his hair.

Soon James had his son at the top of the stairs, the ones that lead down to the down stairs hallway, but instead of letting his son walk downstairs on his own James did something much crueler. James decided to throw his son down the stairs and watched as his son tumbled down the stairs. Hitting his head on nearly every stair, as well as the wall down the stairway, as he made his way downwards. James watched all of this with a nasty smirk clear on his face; enjoying the pain of what he thought of as a stain on his precious family's tree.

That is until he saw his son crumbled at the base of the stairs not moving an inch; not even looking like he was breathing. It was then that a flash of concern made its way on his face.

Rushing down the stairs, James was down by his son's side in a second and checked to see if he was alive. When he noticed that Harry was, if the very light breathing meant anything, James let out a sigh of relief and said to himself.

"Good, he's alive; I really don't want any bad publicity for killing the little shit; even if that is what he deserves." Unknown to James, Harry was still awake and had heard what his father had said.

It was at that moment right there that caused Harry to realize just how much his family, his father at the least, thought of him, or how little they thought of him, and though it hurt him deeply Harry knew this information would help him in the long run; or at least he seriously hoped that it would.

Harry knowing his father was getting impatient, and not wanting to find out what he would do to him if he didn't, decided it was time to 'wake up'. So he started to groan softly like he was coming to.

This groan caught James attention alright, and it wasn't long before Harry found himself being roughly pulled up by his arms until he was face to face with James. Harry's feet were dangling in the air as he listened in disbelieve at what his Father was growling out at him; unsure if he was actually hearing correctly.

"Stupid boy, I can't believe you fell down the stairs. How clumsy can you be? Are you trying to make your brother look bad!? You have to show the whole damn world just what a dumb clumsy little freak Chris has for a brother, as a TWIN! Don't you boy! Oh and don't think you will be getting out of your chores just because you threw yourself down a couple of stairs! I promise you, you'll be doing all your chores and then some for that little stunt!" Harry's eyes hardened as James said all of this knowing now that the dream of his father caring for him was just that a dream; one that was never going to happen.

Harry could see it all clearly now, and no longer could he deny it; not matter how much he wished he could. With his blinders off Harry could see that his father was so wrapped up in his brother's fame, so wrapped up in what his brother could get him, that he would never really care for him. Because in his father's eyes Harry knew he would never really matter as much as the oh so great boy who lived; he would never be as important as Chris. In fact, now that he thought about it for a bit, without lying to himself about it, Harry wasn't even sure if his father really loved his brother and not the fame his brother gave him.

It was then that Harry, still hanging in his father's hold, decided he would get his own fame, he would get his own power, he would get everything his father would ever wanted for himself, and then turn his back on his so called family; showing them just how it felt to be the one that was left out in the cold.

It was suddenly being thrown to the ground that knocked Harry out of his thoughts. Glaring slightly Harry looked up, only to be quickly slapped in the face once again, as his father snapped out.

"Quite glaring boy, it creepy and a thing only a snake would do. Now go do your chores! I'm taking your brother outside; he said he wanted to go flying with me…" Here James paused and puffed out his chest a bit in pride, as if to say ha ha, before sneering down at Harry and continuing.

"I want you to stay silent, and out of the way of the press that may come! No one needs to know what a useless brother the boy who lived has." This said James sent one last glare at the fallen boy before spinning around and stalking off.

Grumbling about favoritism and bastard fathers Harry went to go get the cleaning materials needed to do his chores. He was in the middle of scrubbing the hallway floor, which was half way down his chore list, when a sudden cry alerted him to a problem outside; the screaming was coming from his mother.

"JAMES COME QUICK THE BABY IS COMING! FOR THE LOVE OF MERLIN! GET THE HELL OVER HERE! JAMES THE BABY IS COMING!" Harry's eyes widened when he heard this and as quick as he could he ran to the fire place; ready to floo out with his family; he was really eager to have a baby in the house.

Only to stop dead in his track as he saw his family leaving without him, it seems once more he had been forgotten. This thought in mind Harry went back to his chores; ignoring both the tears falling down his face and the sympathetic looks he got from some of the passing portraits.

It was late in the night when his family finally came back; to a very clean house. They didn't even act like they had left him behind nor like he had been missed. This hurt Harry deeply even though he thought he should be used to it by now; at least a little bit seeing a how much his family usually ignored him. But Harry honestly wasn't used to it and it showed by the tears streaming down his face.

Harry who had stayed up in the hopes that he would be able to see his new little sister slowly got up and wiped the tears off his face, before gathering all the courage he had and asked his mother; who was holding the baby.

"Mama may I see the baby please?" Apparently his mother was in a good mood because she decided to let Harry see his little sister; though this good mood didn't stop her from adding.

"This is your new sister Alyssa, don't touch her." Harry's emerald eyes fell on his sister and at that moment he promised to always protect his sister no matter what. All it took for him to make that promise was to see his sister's identical green eyes staring back at him with both innocents and more importantly love.