Brain was walking down the halls of the Potter Manor. He had just finished today's training and had learnt how to disarm his dad. Given his age of ten, this was a major accomplishment for him, and he wanted to tell his mother this. He saw his mother crouched down, holding a picture frame. He wondered what she was doing, as he heard sniffling from her crouched form. He realized that she was crying and tugged on his sleeve.

"Mum, what is wrong?" he asked, as Lily looked up at him. She dried her tears and hugged him close. As Brian saw the slightly cracked glass and the picture, he noticed that there were two boys playing in the picture, not just one. Both boys were identical, with black hair and green eyes, but neither had scars on their heads. One boy, the skinnier one, was looking at a picture book, while the other boy, the stockier and slightly chubbier one, was playing with a stuffed dragon. Brian instantly realized that these two were him and his brother, who their parents would not talk about too much.

"That is your brother, Harry. We do not want to talk about him much because this topic brings so much grief. Also, we did not want the knowledge to distract you from your training."

"Why isn't he with us anymore? Did he run away?" Brian asked, wondering what happened to make his mother cry.

"He was killed by the Dark Lord," Lily replied, breaking once more into tears. Brian clenched his fist, resolve tightening. He would kill the Dark Lord, if it was the last thing he did, to avenge his older brother.

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Meanwhile, Harry's training with Death had been going well. It had been four years since he had been with her, and he mastered many spells during that time by allowing his magic to reach into his hands and do something to the practice dummy he was working on. Still though, his accidental magic was rampant, as he could not fully control his magical core. He had read many books for how to control it, but all of them said that to exercise control, he would need a wand. He did not want a wand yet, as he had wanted to try to see if the curse, Sectumsepra, could be cast without one. It would benefit him so much more on the battle field.

He raised his hand at one of the practice dummies and mustered up as much magic as he could. The dummy was one of those that would stand still, unlike most which were charmed to fight back and looked like the Dark Lord. Harry used his hand and shot out a giant green light, which hit the dummy, and then, somehow went back to him as well. He screamed and ducked, as the spell hit the wall behind him. The portion of the wall crumbled and broke, leaving a gaping hole in the center.

"And that is why you don't try the Dark Arts without adult supervision and without a wand…" Shikei said, entering. She cleaned up the particles with a wave of her hand and the wall appeared, fixed.

"So, apparently, some dark spells repel back to the user if they are used without a wand," Harry mused. The entity of death waved her scythe around and the dummy appeared as well, good as new.

"That is not the case, kid. You put too much force into that spell, causing it to hit the dummy, and ricochet back to you. Each spell has a designated amount of force put to it, and that force is used to cast the spell," the woman said. Harry nodded and looked at her.

"I got it," he said, remembering his reading on it as well. The woman gave him a small smirk and ruffled his hair affectionately, causing him to get an annoyed look. She then took him to a different room, one filled with orbs of the world that floated. Each bore an image of what was happening to every human now, and whether they should be floating. On the top three were Dumbledore's orb, which showed that he was in Hogwarts, an orb of a man named Tom Riddle, which showed that he was mummified in a turban, and the orb of Brian Potter, which showed that Brian was hugging his crying mother as they saw the picture frame.

"Hey, Shikei, when will my parents find me?" he asked, noticing the last orb of the top three. That question had been plaguing him all the time that he had been in the orphanage and with Death, as he did always wondered whether his parents truly loved him or not.

"They won't," she replied, looking a bit down. Harry looked at her with teary eyes, wondering if his parents hated him that much. "They think you were killed by Voldemort at the night he attacked, since all that was left was a burn mark."

"Then, I can go and show them that I am alive. And we can live happily together," Harry said cheerfully, but with teary eyes at the joy of reuniting with his parents. Then, to his utter horror, the embodiment of death shook her head, with a saddened look on her face.

"I am afraid you cannot. Voldemort will figure out that you are alive if you do," she said.

"I am sure my parents would not sell me out like that…" Harry said, trying to change her mind.

"Voldemort has a skill called Legilimency, which is to read people's mind. Occlumency is the ability to block out your mind. While your dad knows Occlumency, he is not a master Occlumens as old Voldie is a Master Legilimens. Your dad will be tortured mentally for this information. And your mom has no skills in it at all. So now you see why I cannot send you back, even though I should have years ago," Shikei said, her piercing blue eyes looking straight into Harry's green ones. The boy nodded and looked up.

"Just another thing… When you do go back to Hogwarts, I would rather you learn Occlumency and not tell anyone where you have been. I would rather not have Voldemort whining to me like a hormonal, girly brat about why I finally chose a side in the war."

"All right, Shikei," Harry agreed, giggling at the fact that she called Voldemort a hormonal, girly brat. Then, they left the room and began training once more.

A/N: Next chapter is Hogwarts. Also, Voldemort IS like a hormonal girly brat, actually a teenage girl. He owns a diary, fancy tiara, special cup, a pet he adores, and has an obsession with a famous teenage boy. Not to mention his mood swings and anger issues that makes him like a PMS-ing teenage girl… I got this off online though, but it is true. As Naruto said… BELIEVE IT!