spells

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phoenix

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4 YEARS LATER

Harry's P.O.V.

All Harry wished was that he could go to sleep now, but his mother had woke him up. And the reason why? To take care of Jamie. Lily had run upstairs to go get ready to look presentable to the press, and so had his father. Even Jamie had been dressed by his parents, in a rich fabric lined in red and gold silk. And not only that, they had seemed to forget about dressing Harry.

"Hungry!" Jamie babbled.

Jamie is 5 years old, and still cannot speak properly. What a pathetic excuse of a brother and so called savior of the world.

Harry sighed before reaching his hand to the cuboard to get the cereal for himself and Jamie to eat. Only he was not tall enough, since he was only 5 too.

He summoned the box just as Lily and James came down the stairs to the kitchen to see it.

Harry looked expectantly at his mother and father, waiting for the praise that they would always seem to give to Jamie.

"Good job son! I knew you were powerful!"

"Aw..my son is growing up to become a great little boy!"

They then grabbed Jamie out of the seat that Harry had put Jamie on, and started to cuddle him and praise him. Inside, Harry fumed.

And now, although Harry was a very smart little boy who knew why they always favored Jamie, he always blamed himself. He thought that he had to become stronger and more powerful as Jamie was. Then he would be known, not as the brother of the boy who lived. In order to become powerful, Harry would gain more knowledge. And that is why Harry seemed so smart and mature. Also, knowledge is power, to Harry. So he was advanced in magic and could do a lot of magic.

"Oh my! The guests will come soon for Jamie's little party! It's his birthday after all!" Lily exclaimed.

And so they carried Jamie off for his birthday party, while Harry was just standing in the middle of the kitchen, a box of cereal in his hands, himself forgotten.

Of course that's what i had forgotten today! It's my birthday, or rather, Jamie's birthday. No wonder i was scolded this morning, i forgot to say happy birthday to my dear brother.

Harr scowled, and ate a bowl of cereal.

Later that day...

There was a huge mound of presents in the middle of the living room, and everyone was gathered around there, wishing him, their savior, happy birthday. Jamie sat next to the pile of presents, smiling and opening presents while many pictures were being taken.

"Mommy, there's another broomstick! Get rid of my other one!" Jamie yelled.

Of course, Jamie would speak propertly in public, but at home he wouldn't.

In fact, Harry could even hear Jamie yell that in his room. Harry sat up, from his bed. Now i can finally get my own broom, just from the trash can. Its a really good one, and Jamie got rid of it?

Harry's room was the farthest away in Potter manor, next to the library. It had a bookshelf, a bed, desk, and dresser. That was it. There was nothing special in it that could of suggested there was a child living in there, for Harry didn't have any toys, except for the books, and the broomstick in the trash.

Harry closed his book, Magical Theory of Beginner's Charms, and slid it under his pillow as someone knocked on his door.

"May i come in, cub?"

"Yes," Harry whispered. Harry never really was loud, just very quiet.

Remus and Sirius came in, holding presents in their hands.

"Happy Birthday!" they both yelled, before shoving the gifts on the bed.

"Thank you, you guys are the first ones to say that to me all day."

Sirius and Remus looked at each other, but didn't say anything.

"Open them! Oh, i also brought up your other present's from downstairs, since you wouldn't go there," Remus said, before handing them to him.

Harry opened the ones from Remus and Sirius first.

Remus had given Harry a Beginner book on Spells, perfect for those first learning spells on a wand. Only, Harry was 5, but he was advanced enough to figure it out. Remus knew that Harry was that smart, but Sirius did not. And so Sirius had given Harry an actual toy! It was a mini snitch. Harry hugged them both, before glaring at his parent's presents and asking, "Were these presents here when you were with my parents shopping for the party?"

"Yeah," Sirius said.

"Well, that means they thought about my birthday, bought presents for me and Jamie, but forgot to throw me a party."

Harry frowned, before opening the present carefully. Harry always opened the presents carefully, because he had a lot of time to do that and was patient, unlike Jamie who had a ton of presents and no patience so he ripped them all open in 10 minutes flat.

It was a book, suitible for a 5 year old. A children's book, the Tales of Beetle the Bard. It was one that many parents told to their children, but Jamie had heard it and Harry had not. I wonder why. They always tell stories to Jamie when he's in bed, but forget to tell stories to me. They used to tell stories to me, before the attack.

"Thanks, but you guys should probably go downstairs before Jamie realizes that his two favorite uncles are missing."

They left, after hugging him, and Harry closed the door. Harry then returned to his book, because time was money. He could not waste time when he could learn more than Jamie.