Harry Potter/Hellsing - Change
Harry is the real boy who lived but his brother Lucas takes the creditis due to Dumbledour's mistake. Given to the Dursleys at the age of six. Harry finally manages to gain freedom only for it to be lost, ending up...SLASH Harry/?
Chapter 2 - Five years later
After five years of lonelyness...
They had ignored hom again. When Voldermort was defeated Harry was pushed a side and ignored for his brother, the saviour of the wizarding world. To Harry, is brother was a spoiled brat who never lifted a finger for anything unless it was for something he wanted, nor was his brother disaplined, if he didn;t get what he wanted he would throw a large tamptrum till he got it. James and Lily were no longer his parents that he remembered back when he was infant, their own lives had been changed due to being the parents of the boy who lived. Now that Harry thought about it, he never called them mother or father, not once. Sirus and Remus came over not as many times as they used to as they worked for the Order and were always away on missions. When they were around it was to see either James or Lucas, mostly Lucas as they were his god-fathers, not Harry's as Harry did have any god parents, not that he needed any.
Unlike other twins who had a strong bond between them was something Harry and Lucas did not have, due to them being seperated and grown up differently all because of Lily. Fame had gone to her head, it had given her another excuse to get Harry out of the way and boy she could comwe up with excuses. When they had returned to the Potter Mansion, Lily instantly took charge, seperating the boys at once. Lucas stayed in the family ward and ate his meals with his family, while Harry was moved to the attic and was given small amounts of food. It was only thanks to the house-elfs and harry was very good at sneeking anything he needed. James didn't know which room was Harry's but he didn't bother looking for it. Due to fame Lily ad become twisted, pulling Lucas and James into her twisted ways, she knew that with no bond between the boys, they wouldn't dependant on each other and wouldn't share the magical core that twins shared untill a certain age. But there were several drawbacks that she had overlooken, one was that either one or both twins would lose their magic or death, no one except the house-elves would care if Harry was dead.
What the Potter's or mainly Lily didn't know, was that Harry knew exactly what was happening around him. While Lucas was energetic, tanned, never studied and most of all spolied. Harry on the other hand was completely different. He was quiet, pale due to seeing little sunlight on his skin, always studied, neglected and abused whether emotionally or physically. Harry was skinny but not malnourished and had been brought up mostly by the house-elves as his parents never seemed to have any time for him. The reason for this was because either his father was working or they were both with Lucas who they paid their utmost attention to him. Whenever the family went out or had parties, Harry was never allowed to join, his parents saying too much attention on either of them could scause problems (mainly because Lily though Harry would take some of the fame due to being related to the boy who lived), plus Harry douhted that even the widarding world knew that Lucas was a twin.
Wincing as he mawde his way backe to the attic, he felt fresh blood through his open wounds on his back, his father's punishment for being seen by one of the guests at the party ealier that afternoon. Harry mostly got the blame for everything that happened whether it was within the house or when the family was out and something didn't go right for them. Punishments usually meant beatings or starvaetion, heck even Harry got punished for something Lucas did wrong. Harry hated his twin and whatever happened around that boy, the boy was never told off, got whateever he wanted, had a loving family. Damn that pathetic brat for existing!
After finally getting to his room in the attic, he called for one of the house-elves. "Weezy"
"Yes young Master Harry, what can Weezy do for you?" the young house-elf asked as she looked at six-year old Harry, who's eyes looked more weary and older than they should be.
Harry looked at her with kindness and friendship as he did with all the house-elves that served the Potter household, thay all knew what happened in the Potter home but could not tell anyone about it due to the treaty and enslavement that all house-elves were in. And before they got a chance to do anything about if they gained freedom, their wformer masters would either kill them or ob;ivate their minds depending on how the master's felt, Harry knew that if the Potter's ever got rid of Harry that their minds would be oblivated immediantly. "A bowl of hot water, some cloth and banages please Weezy."
"Of course young master" with a click of her fingers she was gone. Managing to sit down he pulled his shirt off over his head wincing as he felt the new whiping marks on his back sting as they reopened. With a POP Weezy was back. "Do you need help young master?"
"No thank you Weezy, you've done enough already" Harry thanked her as he began cleaning his wounds.
"Would young Master like something to eat, young master should celebrate his birthday too. All elves want to celebrate with you" Weezy said, all the elves treated Harry as one of their family as did Harry, as the Potter's didn't even try.
"If you wish to Weezy, once I'm done here you may, as long as nobody down stairs hears us."
"Of course young Master"
Later, around about 9 o'clock in the evening.
Harry knew something was up when his father called for him, he was weary about it as well as he tried to smarten himself up but it was almost impossible with the cothes that were three-times too big for him. Giving up, he made his way into the room, all three Potter's watched him with their begly eyes that narrowed and glared at him, mainly because of his sized and clothes, while they had top of the hand made clothes made by the finest carftmenships around the world. Stopping, Harry waited for James to speak.
"You're going to live with our mother's sister from tomorrow and onwards" James said looking at Harry with a hard glare. Harry was nothing like them, he hadn't gained any of the Potter or Evan looks. The boy was tiny, he didn't look six years old instead he looked three. His clothes were handydown clothes from his brother who was chubby for his aged due to eating so much and with no one to stop him.
Harry felt confusion sink into his mind but he didn't show it, his face and eyes were masked with nothingness one wrong move and it would be a punishment. All the time he had lived with the Potter family, he knew he had no place here so he felt no surprise that they were sending him away for their beneefit. He could feel his mother and brother glare smugerly at him knowing their dreams had come true.
"You'll be leaving in the morning, don't take anything with you as you won't need anything, understood" James said looking down at him.
"Yes sir"
"Good, now get out of our sight, you being here makes us look repulsive."
"Yes sir" and with that Harry left them to it, he was actually glad he was leaving but he couldn't shake off the weary feeling he felt.
Next Morning,
Harry was standing next to James as they waited by the door of number 12 Private drive, the Dursleys household. Harry looked straight in front of him waiting for the occupt to open the door for them, he wasn't quite sure what to make of this life style or that the houses all looked the same to him.
When the door opened, they were met with a whale of a man. "Potter" he said stiffly.
"Dursley, this is the boy I spoke about. Someone will come and collect him on his eleventh birthday. Goodbye" and with that James left, leaving Harry with the man...
What could possibly happen...?
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