Title: Untitled - Chapter 2

Genre: Drama (I guess)

Pairing: Never really got that far

Summary: Harry defeated Voldemort that night, however, to the rest of the world he is the younger brother of the Twins-Who-Lived. ravenclaw!harry, ignored!boy-who-lived.

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Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. The irritating buzz reached every corner of the room. A young boy of 7 rolled over and covered his ears with his pillow, desperately trying to block out the noise, but to no avail. Eventually he got out of bed, which triggered the alarm to stop ringing. The boy had jet black hair, that while it was unruly, it never was messy. His emerald eyes, hazy with sleep, looked at the time and groaned.

Why in the world did I decide that 5AM would be the perfect time to wake up? The boy sighed and walked over to his closet and pulled out his newest shirt and trousers. The shirt was a nice green which matched his eyes, and he chose some khaki pants. While they were his newest clothing, they were hand-me-downs from his brother, both articles of clothing were slightly used, but as his brother really only liked wearing red shirts, the green shirt was still very nice. The pants weren't so lucky, but they would have to do. He quickly went through his toiletry and headed down stairs to the kitchen.

The house elves were already up and making breakfast for the rest of the family. Since Harry spent most of his early years, after that fateful night, in the company of Dorothy, he had found out how to cook. Last year he started cooking breakfast for himself, to give the house elves a bit of the break. He figured it was the least he could do for them since they cleaned up after him. Not to say that he was a messy child, far from it actually. After making a quick omelet, he sat down and started eating.

Once he finished, he brought his plate back to the kitchen. Before he could reach the sink, Todo had grabbed the plate and winked at Harry, who gave him a small, but playful, scowl. Knowing it would be no use to argue with the elves, he wandered upstairs into the family library. It was where he spent most of his day, once he learned how to read. After he finished reading all the children's books, most of which were sent by adoring fans for the Twins who Lived, he had moved on to more advanced books. He had read a good portion of the library already, not that his parents knew. As far as they were concerned, he was still working on all the children's books.

He had been in the library for a few hours before Dorothy popped up next to him.

"Master Harry, sir. Masters James and Lily wants you downstairs," and with that Dorothy popped back to her work.

Curious, I wonder what they want with me... Wait... What's the date? Harry quickly looked around until his eyes rested on the calendar. July 31st...hmm, so I didn't accidently forget the twins' birthday... and I doubt they remember that it's my birthday. They haven't remembered for the past three years...not that I'm bitter or anything. Harry smirked. Well, at least not that much.

Harry quickly went downstairs to find everybody in their traveling cloaks and raised an eyebrow.

"Harry, dear, get your cloak on, we're going to Diagon Alley," said Lily. The Twins, as usual, were ignoring Harry. It wasn't that they didn't like him; they thought he was okay as far as little brothers went, but they didn't particularly care for him either. The feeling was mutual.

Harry, excited at the prospect of being able to go to Diagon Alley, quickly grabbed his black cloak and touched his finger to the Port Key they were going to use to travel. Once they got there, James gave Harry a pouch full of money. This was their normal routine when Harry was allowed to go to Diagon Alley. His parents would go shopping with the Twins and he would be allowed to go buy whatever he wanted. They normally gave him 50 galleons. Of course, these trips were few and far between, usually only once every few months.

Harry quickly accepted the pouch of money. He had been planning his for awhile. While he had read all those books on magic, he couldn't control his magic enough to do it wandless, though he had tried. He quickly made his way over to Ollivanders, making sure his parents weren't watching him. Not that they ever did, but he was better safe than sorry.

A half hour later, Harry walked out with his pouch lighter and a wand hidden under his cloak in an invisible holster. Holly and Phoenix feather, that's a pretty potent combination... I'll have to re-read that book on wand properties when I get home. Realizing his parents would be looking for him in Flourish and Blotts within the next hour; he made his way in and started browsing. He wanted to get all his 'adult' books before his parents got there so they'd see him buying the 'children's' books. While the library at home was extensive, it didn't have everything.

Harry went up to the clerk, "Excuse me, sir. My mother was looking for a book on Library mayn-ten-ance and organ-organization. Do you have any books for that?"

He had learned long ago to play being less than intelligent when it came to the store clerks. They, like his parents, didn't believe that a child could ever possibly be reading books of that level or on those subjects.

"Ah, young Mr. Potter, of course." the clerk, named Ernie, replied while showing Harry to the right section.

After looking through the books, he found two books that would work for what he wanted to do and quickly made his way to purchase them. As soon as they had been paid for, shrunk, and stowed away in his pocket, his parents and siblings walked in. Harry dashed to the children's section and started looking through the selection of beginner chapter books.

By the time his family had finished their rounds at the bookstore, Harry had begged off finding any interesting titles after being asked about his lack of purchases. Of course, his parents hadn't known he had already made his purchases, but that was alright by him. Touching the Portkey, the family flew back home.

A/N - Yep, a chapter 2. It's sort of an unfinished chapter 2. I actually did add a bit here at the end since it had stopped mid-word. Just enough to finish the thought (at least, what I hope I was thinking back then). Actually, I have to say. My spelling is horrible. Thank goodness for spell-check. I actually had Dorothy as 'Dorthy' for the entire fic.