DISCLAIMER :: I OWN NOTHING YOU RECOGNIZE


Over my years, I have realized that there is no truth and no lie. There is only what people believe to be. And for that, not a single soul can expect any more or any less 'truth'.

For many years, I watched my brother grow and flourish with the love that he got. But that was never enough to stop the nightmares. They remained ever-present, for not even us sorcerers, are powerful enough to deter the full effects of a nightmare, sprung from such a powerful memory. But we were always there when he awoke, screaming or otherwise, to comfort him and make sure that he was all right. It was already more then he was ever used to, from his previous family experience.

I still remember the first six months he spent with us; he was always so cautious and careful. He tried doing chores, scared that if he did something wrong, and our parents would neglect him too or leave him. But my parents would never do that; they loved him like the second son he was.

That is the way our parents were though, always protective of us, they loved us all and treated us all the same. But it was different between Harry and I; we had another bond of sorts. We were practically twins, I guess that is why he never suffered from twin withdrawal, I was there to fill that void.

Maybe that is why we were so protective of each other; though we had so many people there to do that for us. Like Aunt Saia, who was always there to spoil both of us, though fierce when it came to our safety; either way you look at it, she enjoyed the whole aunt gig too much, at least in my opinion. Demetrius, on the other hand was just plain annoyingly, overprotective of us all, being the oldest, I think he felt it was his job. But he loved us all the same.


He woke up screaming again, instantly he knew something big was going to happen today. Only nine, yet this little boy was special. He was little Oliver Alexander. He felt the bed sink with weight and knew instantly whom it was.

She heard a muffled scream come from his room again. She ran quickly to it, she was only nine but understood but carried a lot of knowledge for her age, for her parents never hid anything from her. She tiptoed into the room seeing that he was all right and decided to wake him up. She jumped on the bed only to be tackled down from under her feet. "Olivia! I told not to wake me up like that!" He whined. She squinted her eyes, "Oliver! I told you not to call me that!" She said imitating him almost perfectly. "Sorry Via, is it breakfast time already? "

She looked up, "I think so, but Aunt Saia didn't come to wake me up though." She thought for a second. "Oh well let's go get some food!" She said jumping up and down excited. Oliver shook his head. She was way too hyper, way too early in the morning. They went and got ready for breakfast. Oliver was just about done when Demetrius came into his room a little worried.

"Hey little bro, how ya doin?" He said ruffling his hair lovingly. Oliver scowled; he hated how Demetrius always messed with his hair, yet knowing deep down he wouldn't have it any other way.

"Fine, just another nightmare." Demetrius frowned. 'Again? How can parents be so cruel to their own son? And that Voldemort; just because he was mentally screwed up, he had no right to ruin the childhood of other kids too. ' He bent down and gave his brother a tight hug. "Are you okay?" He asked gently. "I'm fine, really." Oliver said as a sudden feeling of love overcame him; as he smiled up at his big brother.

Together they made their way downstairs for some breakfast. On the way there, they were met with two females, one who was a handful of years older than Demetrius, the other, was Via. The four stopped and looked at each other before charging down the stairs like a heard of wild beasts, trying to beat the other 'team' to the breakfast table.


She was having a good morning so far. The eggs all came out right the first time and the bacon wasn't the slightest bit burnt yet still at a crispy perfection like the golden brown toast. She arranged everything on the table and went to get the orange juice. Brushing a piece of her midnight black hair away from her eyes, she sighed. As she opened the refrigerator door, a pair of arms snaked around her waist. "You woke up early this morning, I didn't even get a morning kiss." He whispered in her ears sending shivers down her spin.

"MMM, I don't think you needed one this morning." She said smirking as she pulled the orange juice out and placed it on the counter. She looked up to meet the confused pair of green eyes that belonged to her husband. He was pouting like a petulant child.

"Aww, come on Carissa!! After twenty years you can't break a tradition!" She smiled as they leaned in for a kiss. Their lips were about to touch when they heard a crash from the dining room. Both ran, worried that one of their children was hurt.


What they found was a boy and a girl, covered in food on the floor. The little girl just looked down but the boy looked completely distraught. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to! It was an accident, honest!" He cried. She kneeled and gave him a hug. "Let's get you cleaned up. Go upstairs to your bathroom. You need a shower."

Carissa held him closer to her. "Aw Hun, Mommy and Daddy will always love you no matter what, you know that!"

Saia joined her sister-in-law on the floor next to her nephew. She had felt his dread the the family bond. "Hey little man, I know what you are thinking and you had better stop this instant. You know better than that!" She said softly as she ruffled his already messy hair.

And that was how it was to be, for both knew that he was still emotionally fragile despite the amount of times they reminded him that they loved him.

Both knew he still needed as much love as he could get and they were ready to give it.


It has been three years, he thought putting down the file. Three long years, word had come in that the Minister had personally closed the case and declared his son dead. He blamed himself though. It was his fault; his wife was so quiet, her green eyes were dull. It was his fault that his other son was lonely and suffering from a twin withdrawal. It was his fault, that his little boy had run away, never to be found again. It was his fault he was dead. He let out a harsh sob that quickly turned into a flood of tears.

'If only I didn't make the same mistake over and over again...'


She looked around observing her remaining children. There were only two now, for the third was dead. Three years had gone by, in which all had hoped and prayed that her little boy would be okay and come home. But that wasn't to be. He was gone. She stood up and wiped her tears. She had to be strong, for her children and for her husband. She had made a mistake once and it had cost her one of her babies. She wasn't about to do it again. It was after all her fault.
He watched his best friend break down. He tried to be strong but he felt to weak. He remembered the first day that he had held the little boy. He had felt such pride, being name his godfather. Remus, of course was named the other twin's godfather. He sighed, everyone was right, he wasn't fit to be a godfather, he couldn't even protect the little boy. He had virtually ignored him. He blamed himself, Remus should have been his godfather and not him, he thought. At least he would have been there, and then maybe, Harry would still be alive. He hated himself he was weak. With the betrayal of Peter, James had named him Ella's godfather as well, assuring him that he was the perfect choice. He silently vowed that he would live up to it this time. That he wouldn't make the same mistake twice.
Here we end Chapter Two...

As you can tell, Jacqueline is none existent, instead we have a lovable aunt Saia... MMM what shall her role be???