Summary: Harry's parents didn't die; he has a brother, Hayden, who is the boy who lived. He is neglected and finally runs away at the age of seven. He leaves his parents and meets Draco, Hermione, Neville, Luna and Ron where he finally finds home and the reason to fight. Meanwhile, at Hogwarts, trouble is brewing. Harry gets the call for help and now, he has to face his past and the truth.

Lightning- Harry Potter

Athena- Hermione Granger

Drake- Draco Malfoy

Fire- Ron Weasley

Sunshine- Luna Lovegood

Nex- Neville Longbottom

Disclaimer: All characters belong to J. K. Rowling. I don't own anything.


"Enervate!"

Lightning's eyelids fluttered open as he regained consciousness. The harsh bright light hurt his eyes as he tried to blink the spots out of his eye and look around the small interrogation room he found himself in.

The room was simple- cream coloured walls with pale blue carpet. It had a moderate sized window; open to the back of where he was sitting. In front of him, there was a table and five comfortable looking chairs in front of it, four of them occupied, one of them empty. Lightning himself was in an uncomfortable chair with a high back- a type they usually use to interrogate criminals. Lightning should know, he's been there, done that often enough. He had handcuffs around his wrist, and it felt like he had a sticking charm, binding him to his seat. He could feel that his wand was gone, as well as a few knives he carried on his person. Damn it.

As his thought quietly drifted off to the last time he found himself in this position- just two months ago, in fact, involving a pink sickly toad... of a woman, a large argument in front of 's shop, and a rather messy hex that turned her into a real toad with intestinal problems right after she had shot a cruciatus at Sunshine- he had been in this exact room, being questioned by Amelia Bones, head of DMLE, otherwise known as... never mind. Last time he had called her that, she threatened to gut him like a fish and burn his remains on the fire.

Speak of the devil- a door that was invisible a moment ago just opened to admit a rather stern woman in a monocle.

As soon as she closed the door and seated herself on the far right, the long bearded, twinkle eyed wizard, sitting in the middle smiled and opened his mouth.

"I'm so glad you're up, my boy. Can you tell me how you are feeling?"

Lightning scoffed. 'I'm so glad you're up'? It was them who knocked him out in the first place!

"I just got knocked out, kidnapped and is now bound to a chair. I'm not well at all, old man." Lightning sneered, in a burst of bad mood.

He glanced at other occupants in the room. Dumbledore was seated in the middle, with a bald guy and a pink-haired witch sitting on both sides of him, like sidekicks. They were easily identified by the auror badges they wore.

Lightning also happened to know that the two were in Dumbledore's little club of fried chicken, err Phoenix, as well as the black haired wizard sitting next to the metamorphmagus, Sirius Black; Lightning's godfather, also wearing an auror badge, but this one showing his rank as Assistant Head Auror.

Sitting next to the bald auror, was Amelia Bones, looking stern and disapproving, and if he looked closely, he could see a muscle twitching in her jaw. Uh, oh. Danger sign.

Lightning glanced at Dumbledore's features, and saw that he didn't seem to be affected at all by his snarkiness. Granted, Lightning was usually much more of a jerk than this, especially since Lightning could never seem to help but antagonize any authority figures around him. And Dumbledore was on top of his list at the moment to 'Try and annoy to hell and back', ever since he was seven.

Lightning slapped on his most charming smile possible, and winked saucily at Amelia. A snort told him that Sirius was having trouble trying to restrain his laughter. Lightning turned to the witch sitting next to his mutt of a godfather, and brightened the smile even more.
"So, Nymphadora Tonks, right?"

"It's just Tonks actually," replied the auror.

Lightning disregarded this. "Nymphadora, since the old coot is busy twinkling his eyes, mind telling me why on earth you lot decided to kidnap a wizard clearly minding his own business and is now holding him against his will? Especially with this kind of crowd?"

"I certainly won't tell you anything if you continue to call me Nymphadora, you little git! It's Tonks!" the clearly frustrated witch growled. "And what's that supposed to mean, this kind of crowd?"

Lightning tried to hold in his smile. "C'mon, Nymphie. Except for Madame Bones here," Lightning winked flirtiously at Amelia, who was clearly trying to keep a smile in, "and you, of course, Nymphadora, we have an old man who charms his eyes to twinkle, and thinks that no one knows that he does this when everyone does, a bald auror who is a member of the toasted turkey club, and a mangy old mutt who has a maturity of a five year old." Sirius shouted "OI!" at this, "What's not wrong with them?" He had a smirk on that was said to have an ability to particularly annoy people. He had learned this particular facial expression when he was around ten, and later, refined it perfectly with help of Severus Snape, Drake's godfather.

Lightning and his pseudo family had stayed with him, during a very bad winter, few years ago. Athena had been suffering from pneumonia, and half of their family, including Lightning, had been frostbitten. It had been Drake's idea to seek out help from the Hogwarts potions professor, and it was sheer desperation that made Lightning agree. The two had a strange relationship since then, always sniping at each other cuttingly and snarkily. And while the two may never see eye to eye completely, Lightning was always grateful for the bitter man who saved all of their lives that winter.

"Are you such an arse all the time?" asked Tonks, seething from the usage of her 'Unspeakable' name.

Lightning smirked, "I'm like this to everyone, except for people I actually care about."

"Actually, if I recall properly, he's like that to his friends too." Amelia interrupted.

"Fine, I am. But usually, I'm worse- much worse than this." Lightning conceded.

Tonks' mouth fell open. "You can be worse? How the Merlin haven't you been strangled to death before now?"

Lightning's smirk grew bigger. "I'm a wizard of many talents. Besides, I have some dangerous friends."

Dumbledore's eye twinkled. "Well, this exchange is very amusing, but I would like to continue the conversation farther, Harry- so if you could just cooperate-"

Lightning cut him off, his face devoid of any emotions, even the playful smirk from a second ago, gone.
"Rule number one, do not ever call me Harry Potter. I threw away that name a long time ago. I may have been born Harry Potter, but I stopped being him years ago. My real name is something else now." He shot his death glare at them.

Dumbledore looked troubled, and Tonks, sensing the tense atmosphere of the room between Lightning and Dumbledore, spoke.
"So, what do you go by now, if you don't go by Harry?"

Lightning's smirk was back on his face. "Lightning. I go by Lightning."

Tonks looked gobsmacked as well as Kingsley, and Dumbledore's eye was devoid of twinkle, his right white eyebrow ascending towards his forehead. Lightning grinned internally. At the corner of his eye, he saw Sirius waving a wand around him, putting a silencio on himself before his self-restraint finally broke. Lightning watched amusedly as Sirius shook from laughter before mouthing 'Ow', with no sound coming out when Amelia slapped him behind the head. Lightning shot a smirk at him before turning his attention back to the trio in front of him.

"You're- you're Lightning? As in, Lightning of the Knockturn alley?" asked Tonks.

Lightning's smile finally won and broke out on his face.

"The one and only. Is my name well known here at the ministry?"

"Is it well known? Are you kidding? Half the auror department is out for your blood, while the other half wants to shake your hand," answered Kingsley, smiling wryly.

Lightning raised his eyebrows. "I see. Sirius, how come you never told me this?" Lightning had a playful pout on his face.

Sirius snorted. "And boost your ego bigger than necessary? No way, kid." Amelia smirked at that, agreeing with him.

Lightning glared at him, and then smiled at the bald auror. "So, Auror Shaklebolt, which side are you on? Would you rather kill me, or shake my hand?"

"That depends," Kingsley said. "Did you really turn Dolores Umbridge into a toad?"

Lightning nodded. "With intestinal problems. She started it first though."

Kingsley looked impressed. "You just gained my respect kid, and probably half the ministry." Lightning looked pleased, while frowning at the term 'kid'.

Dumbledore chose the moment to clear his throat, trying desperately, no doubt, to get the situation back under control.

"Well then, Harry, I mean Lightning, may I enquire to what you have been doing since you disappeared?"

"I have been shagging a few veela girls in France, played in international quidditch games in Bulgaria, and partied all night every week in strip bars and clubs in muggle London. Oh, I also travelled to Japan to become a ninja, not to mention plotting to take over the world," answered Lightning, voice dripping with sarcasm.

Dumbledore blinked. "I beg your pardon?"

Lightning rolled his eyes. "That was sarcasm, sir. What I have been doing, is none of anyone's business, old man."

"Is it my turn to ask a question now? Why the hell did you kidnap me, again?" Lightning asked, glaring at the ancient Headmaster.

Dumbledore answered in his most soothing voice possible. "You ran away when you were seven. Your parents have been desperate to find you all these years, and make sure you were safe. They would like to make amends with you, my boy."

Lightning scoffed. As if he'd ever believe that.

"So you kidnap me? Gee, what happened to nice old fashioned letters, a phone call, or a meet and greet with teas and biscuits, that doesn't involve kidnapping and withholding by force?"

"Nobody could find you, my boy, or contact you at all." Dumbledore answered.

"There were certain people whose companies that I didn't want, Dumbledore. Well, at least I know that the wards work now. I would have hated to put on all that work for nothing." Replied Lightning pointedly.

Dumbledore raised his eyebrows at that fact. "How did you put the wards up, Har- Lightning?"

Lightning rolled his eyes. "I am a wizard." He muttered "Idiot" quietly.

"I meant the trace, my boy. It is supposed to track any underage wizards who perform magic outside of Hogwarts," said Dumbledore.

Lightning smiled vaguely. "Bribery will get you far in life. Besides, the trace doesn't track the underage magic if it isn't placed on the wand in the first place, or if you are surrounded by wizards who are of age. I'm not a complete idiot you know. Maybe you are getting old, in your age." Then he frowned. That insult didn't really make a lot of sense. Oh, well. He was still implying that Dumbledore was old and senile. That had to count for something, right?

Kingsley opened his mouth to reprimand him, as Dumbledore frowned. "You shouldn't be so rude to the headmaster. Show him some respect."

"Since you were the ones who attacked, kidnapped and is now holding me against my will, which combined can get you charged a huge fine and up to ten years in Azkaban by the way, I think I have a perfect right to act the way I want. Besides, I am not a student of Hogwarts, and I never have been. Thus, his title of Headmaster holds no power over me." Kingsley fell silent, surprised.

Just at that moment, a white ghost-looking owl, wearing a collar with a small emerald pendant in the shape of a lightning bolt, swooped in through an open window, and perched on Lightning's shoulder. Lightning began to pet her slowly, while the others jumped and pointed a wand towards Hedwig, before realizing it was just an owl.

"Hey, girl. Thanks for finding me." Lightning cooed to his white feathered companion. "How was the flight here, girl? Did you have any trouble finding me?" he asked. Hedwig snapped at his fingers in reply a little too harshly, leaving Lightning to get the message that she has been offended by the implication that she would have any trouble in her job. Lightning chuckled gently, causing Dumbledore, Tonks and Kingsley to look a bit surprised at the gentle sound and behaviour toward his faithful pet.

"I know. I'm sorry; I didn't mean to sound like I doubted you. I know you are amazing at doing your job." Hedwig nipped him softly in his fingers, pacified. "You are the most amazing owl on the planet, after all- Hedwig. Yes, yes you are." Lightning continued to pamper her, and Hedwig preened her feathers, as if she was agreeing with his statement.

Hedwig may be the world's most amazing owl, and a faithful friend and companion, but she has always had a major pride and attitude, more than any other owls. Lightning tended to spoil her a lot too, which may have also led to it.

Kingsley cleared his throat. "How did the bird find you, let alone get in here? The building is under protective charms that deflect unexpected owls away, it shouldn't have been able to find you." Lightning scowled.

"First of all, my owl is not an 'it', her name is Hedwig, and she's the best owl on the Earth. Second of all, I don't have to tell you anything, but Hedwig is just amazing that way." Kingsley frowned, but seemed to accept this as an answer.

In truth, ever since Lightning met Hedwig in the Eeylops Owl Emporium on a delivery, the two had a special bond. Hedwig had almost 'adopted' Lightning as her own, and she could find him anywhere on the planet, whether or not there were enchantments placed around the place he was in. She couldn't always get through them however, and she was spotted often because of her tell tale snow white colour. So, Lightning had bought an emerald charm (precious gems reacted better to magic, then simple metal did), shaped it in shape of a lightning bolt; the shape of his scar, and coincidentally, an ancient rune from the Peverell family meaning 'protect'; and placed protective enchantments and concealment charms on it, that protected Hedwig from unwanted witnesses, enabled her to get through magical enchantments without harm, and protected her from spells.

"Hedwig?" Tonks asked, "Is she named after the witch Hedwig, one of the most powerful witches of the Middle Ages, who defeated the Dark Lady of the age, Laufeia, and later became a saint?"

Lightning raised his eyebrows, mildly impressed. "Yeah, that's right. Were you good at history, or something? Not many people know this."

Tonks blushed. "I used to read my history textbook at night, if I couldn't fall asleep. Professor Binns, that's the history teacher- he's a ghost-, was so boring in class, but I found the textbook very interesting." Lightning nodded, digesting the information, and turned back to Hedwig.

Lightning asked, "Hedwig, do you mind delivering a message for me?" Hedwig hooted in reply, agreeing.

"Okay, can you deliver this message to one of the others, preferably Drake? I'd appreciate it if Athena doesn't hear this, since she'll likely kill me though. Please tell them that I have been kidnapped by a crazy old goat and a couple of his lackeys from his useless pigeon club, when I got attacked at the station by a crowd of wizards. I am currently being held hostage by them, a mangy old mutt, and Amelia Bones, because Dumbledore wants to ask me to defeat the crazy psychotic hypocritical snake dude."

Lightning could see the trio (Dumbledore, Kingsley and Tonks) jerking in surprise at the last comment. They probably thought he didn't know, or have figured it out, and was trying to think of ways to 'gently' manipulate him into it (cough cough Dumbledore). As if. He wasn't an idiot.

"Also, please tell Lakota that I am unhurt, and not to come after me, and tell others that I would really appreciate it if anyone came to bust me out of here, because even though I'd probably be able to, I'd rather do things civil and preferably least illegally as possible, not to mention I'd hate to be on the run from the law again. I am currently in the interrogation room of DMLE. Finally, please tell them to get here as soon as possible please." Hedwig hooted in reply. "Thanks, Hedwig. You're the best."

Lightning finished his message as Tonks spoke.

"You're going to ask an owl to deliver that kind of message for you, without writing anything down? An owl can't understand all that, let alone communicate it to anyone else, Lightning." Tonks had a scoff on her face.

"You shouldn't underestimate Hedwig, Auror Nymphadora. Hedwig is amazing, and she can do a lot of things that you wouldn't imagine an ordinary owl being able to do. Hedwig isn't an ordinary owl. She's the smartest and the best owl on the planet." Lightning said in defense of his beloved friend, to which Hedwig hooted in agreement.

What he would never tell them however was that the pendant around Hedwig's neck was used for far more than a protection tool. It also had a recording charm on it, that allowed him and his friends to play back the records and listen to things, which Lightning usually used as a messenger tool. He didn't trust any of important news to be written down, in case of security risk of it falling into the wrong hands, (Merlin, he was paranoid) and in cases that he couldn't send out a patronus like now, it was very helpful. Besides, Tonks was wrong. Lightning knew that Hedwig understood almost everything Lightning said to her, this being one of them. Hedwig was really smart- smarter than what most people gave her credit for.

Hedwig preened her feathers one more time, preparing for a flight. She soared off from Lightning's arm, swooped around the room once, and then flew out the open window, soaring like a majestic ghost. However, she didn't leave before leaving behind a present for Tonks- a payback for her insulting comment on her intelligence. Tonks shrieked once as the white liquid substance landed on her hair, and slowly trailed down her head.

"Hey, come back here, you little pigeon!" Tonks screamed after Hedwig. When her cursing proved to be not effective, she waved her wand around her head, muttering "scourgify". The charm seemed to have no effect on the bird poop on her hair, only succeeding in spreading it around a bit more.

"Why don't you just leave it, Nymphie? It has a very nice effect on pink," offered Lightning, chuckling incessantly, his laughter becoming louder as she proceeded to glower at him.

After a few minutes, Dumbledore, seemingly taking pity on Tonks and her poor household charming skills, waved his wand around her head, casting a silent scourgify, causing the mess to vanish from her hair.
He then asked Lightning, "Mr. Pott- Lightning, why would you think that we would ask you to fight Lord Voldemort?" His facial expression was cool and collected.

"I say this again. I am not an idiot, Dumbledore. I know that the Potters can't care less about me, you really should have picked a better excuse than that." Lightning smirked.

"Besides, surely you would have heard about all that happened last June, and the news about me being the 'precious Boy Who Lived', instead of Hayden Potter like you all thought. I can put two and two together." He answered.

Last June, at the end of the infamous Tri-Wizard Tournament where Hayden Potter was entered as the fourth champion, causing a large scandal, Snake-head himself had been resurrected, and Cedric Diggory, the Hogwarts' champion had been killed. Cedric had been a friend of theirs, and when Cedric sent Lightning and the crew a emergency message, asking for help, they had followed it to the graveyard, where they saw Cedric lying dead on the ground, and Hayden Potter, tied to a rock, in front of the newly- risen Dark Lord. The six had helped Hayden Potter escape with Cedric's body, and fought Voldemort and the Deatheaters at the graveyard, to avenge the death of one of their close friends, and causing major blow to the other side. That night was when Voldemort revealed to Hayden Potter and the Deatheaters, that the real Boy-Who-Lived wasn't Hayden, but Harry Potter, who went missing years ago.

Dumbledore, not looking satisfied at Lightning's half-truthful answer, continued his interrogation.

"How do you know Sirius Black and Amelia Bones so well?"

"Sirius is my godfather. Of course I would know him." Lightning replied, rolling his eyes. "I haven't been in contact with him for a little while though- I was kind of busy, doing some things here and there, and Amelia is the head of DMLE. Everyone knows her. It also helps that I've been here a few times."

"What were you in here for?" Dumbledore frowned.

"Various things," he answered vaguely. "You can't live on the streets from age seven without putting a toe across the line occasionally."

Dumbledore sighed, and then turned to the black haired auror.

"Sirius, my boy, why have you never said anything about Harry- Lightning's whereabouts? I asked all members of the order to give me any clues if they had any to where he may be."

"I made a promise that I intend to keep, not to mention you asked about Harry Potter's whereabouts, not Lightning's. Besides, no one asked me anyway." Sirius replied, winking at Lightning.

Dumbledore opened his mouth to reply, but before he could say a word, the door was kicked open from the outside, tearing out the hinges, and in walked two girls, one with her long brown curls held in a messy bun with a dagger fastening it in place and a streak of green running through her hair, looking pissed off at someone, and the other, looking suitably different from when Lightning last saw her that morning, with her formerly long light blonde hair cut short, with bright purple tips colouring her hair.

As soon as Lightning spotted Athena, he winced at her angry looking face and said in a very small voice.

"Err... I see you guys got my message?"

"Lightning," the brown-haired girl growled, "Why the hell can't you seem to keep out of trouble? Is it really that hard to just keep out of danger for once?"

"It's not like I look for trouble, trouble finds me!" Lightning protested, then cowered a bit from the sight of Athena reaching up to pull her dagger out and shifting her grip on it, while her beautiful locks cascaded down her back.

Athena counted to ten, and then breathed out.

"I. Am. Going. To. Kill. You."


AN:

First of all, I would like to apologize for the late update. I know it's been almost a month since the last chapter, and I am very, very, sorry. I have been working on this chapter since before I uploaded the last chapter, but it took me a really long time to write this. I have an outline of what I wanted to do for each chapter for about half of the story, but I found it difficult to write this chapter for some reason... It just wouldn't flow well and I had to rewrite this a few times until I was satisfied with it, and then it went through a huge revision process... several times. Anyway, after a month of hard work, and a few weekend all-nighters, the chapter is finally up now. I hope you enjoy it, and I will just say sorry again for the lateness of the update. I am aiming to update once every two weeks, and I hope that after this chapter, I can update on schedule, but no promises yet. ;)

I tried to incorporate Harry's cheekier side that we sometimes get to see in Canon. I really hope I did it justice and you find it fits his character. For some of you thinking this is too OOC for him, in canon, we see Harry being cheeky, snarky, and sometimes rude to people he doesn't like, or if he is in bad moods/situations. (e.g. Snape, Malfoy, Dudley, etc...) I think that he would be in a bad mood, and lashing out at people subtly would be how he would react. The sorting hat almost placed him in Slytherin, after all, and living on the streets for around eight years or so would harden him a lot. If you think I could have done it another way, please tell me, and I will take your advice in account for future chapters.

This chapter seem to be a little slow, since it takes place in the interrogation room the entire time. I apologize, and I promise that from the next chapter, the story will pick up the pace a little bit, and become more interesting. However, this chapter did contain some informations that are likely to be useful in later chapters, so I couldn't leave anything out. I hope you still enjoyed it, though.

The chapters seem to be getting longer and longer by each update... ^^; I have originally planned it to be longer, but after writing about half of the chapter, I realized I should shorten it a lot. The chapter, including the AN is just over 5K words, and the chapter itself is close to 4K words...

The pairings: I am still taking requests for pairings, as well as scene/plot ideas you may have for this particular story. Right now, I am leaning towards Harry/Daphne and Draco/Hermione, or Harry/Hermione and Draco/Undecided. However, if you have any other great ideas, please let me know. I'd love to hear from you .

I am planning a series of one-shots as a companion piece to Power He Never Knew, called During the Unknown Moments. It will be a collection of one-shots containing the 'behind the scenes' of this fic. If I publish it, the first chapter will be when Umbridge gets turned into a toad, as mentioned in this chapter. However, I will only publish this if there are people willing to read it, and I promise that this won't affect (hopefully) the updating of this piece. If anyone thinks this would be a good idea, please let me know and give me your opinion!

*I was reading through my previous chapter, and I realised that I spelt the title of my story wrong in my last Author's Note... It was a very embarrassing moment when I realized this. Anyway, for future reference, this story is called 'Power He Never Knew', not 'Power He Knew Not.' If you see any mistakes in this story, or in the author's note, please don't hesitate to tell me in your reviews (not by PMs please). I try to edit this best I can, but occasionally I tend to miss some things...

Tuesday, October 8th is my birthday... If you guys could review this chapter, it would be the best early/late birthday presents ever! I love all my reviewers

I'm sorry if I talk too much at the end of a chapter... I know some people don't like long author's notes. I tend to talk a lot... I'll shut up now and move on to review replies.

Review replies:

Whodiditandwhy- Thank you so much for the compliment, and the review, it means a lot to me, and helps me keep focused on writing *smiley face**virtual hug*. I will most definitely keep writing, and here's the new chapter, I really hope you like it! I will try to update the next chapter sooner, so keep posted

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Janelly Slytherin- Thank you so much for reviewing! Yes, they are fighting He-Who-Must-Be-Hyphenated actively, without much help, since the reason most of their lives have been affected so negatively was because of him, and he killed Cedric, who was one of their close friends (More on this in later chapters). Also, Lightning and most of his friends (pseudo family) doesn't trust most authority figures, or Dumbledore, so they don't have much help on their side yet. Voldemort, as I revealed in this chapter, resurrected himself at the end of the infamous TWT, which took place during fourth year of Hogwarts, as in Canon. Here's the next chapter, I really hope you enjoyed it, and please continue giving me your feedback, and questions if you have any- I love hearing from you! ^^

moonlight10060- I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make it complicated *bawls out crying* I love both Harry/Hermione and Harry/Daphne, I think both of them have a very special charm or a chemistry that the other doesn't have, and it's hard to decide which would be better for this story. Hopefully, I will make a decision that suits the story well, and I hope you would be happy with the choice I make. *smiley face* Thanks for your opinion, and your review. I hope you enjoyed this chapter, and please tell me what you think of it!

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