As Harry walked down to his painting lesson, he thought about the first training class he and his friends, of whom he considered his brothers and sister, had attended. Roland had kept them in one room all day to see what they were capable of so he could determine the best classes for them to take. He had them try out every option. It had been the most tiring day for all of them, but it was also one of the most memorable.

(Flashback)

Harry, Jake, Neville, and Drake were all sleeping peacefully in their new rooms, when suddenly their door was banged open and a small figure came bounding in.

"Rise and Shine. Get your lazy butts out of bed! It's our first full day at Jennings manor!" Jackie yelled as she did a little dance in the center of the room.

When no one moved she ran out of the room and returned with Colbie right behind her. The shared a mischievous look then opened their mouths wide.

"GET UP!" They both yelled at the top of their lungs.

Jake was so startled he fell out of his bed and hit the ground with a thud, Drake shot up into a sitting position, his eyes wide, Harry, who was used to being woke up in unpleasant ways, just threw his legs over the bed and stood up to get ready, and Neville grumpily threw a pillow that Jackie easily dodged.

"If you are not down for breakfast in ten minutes I am going to come up here and magically glue you to the ceiling." Jackie threatened when she saw them all sluggishly make their way to their dressers. She then left the room with Colbie to go and eat breakfast.

"I'm going to murder that girl." Jake muttered. Harry and Neville snickered while Drake looked horrified.

"Kidding." Jake said defensively and Drake relaxed.

Once they were all dressed and had their teethed brushed, they made their way downstairs to eat, much more alert.

When they opened the door to the dinning room they were shocked to see Jackie laughing happily with Bella, (Or Bella-Sara) one of the Jennings they had met the day before. Bella was sixteen, but did not seem to mind speaking with Jackie, who was eleven years younger, but acted so much older due to unpleasant circumstances.

Harry noticed that all the kids they had met before were all seated at the table; along with a few they had yet to meet. He still knew that all the Jennings weren't there because the table did not seat 36 kids, although it did seat a lot.

All four boys sat down and Jackie told them what they would be doing that day.

"We will be spending the whole day with Roland," she explained. "So he can figure out which courses would be best for us to take. Colbie said it was exhausting, but fun!"

Jackie was practically jumping up and down in her seat. She was acting just like her age for the first time in her life. She had a childish spark in her eye that was not there a few days ago.

Jake beamed at her. This is what he had always wanted for them and they finally had it. They were happy.

They finished their food and then all five of them went to find Roland. He was waiting for them in a room with mirrors for walls and the ground was covered in mats. In other words, it was a nightmare.

"Oh no! Mats mean we're going to exercise." Neville groaned.

Roland smiled slyly and asked them all to sit.

"Today will consist of many tests. I have to find which options fit you best, or really what your best at. First we will see how well you are at defending yourself without magic and with, then we will see how your dueling skills are, after that we'll check all the courses they have at Hogwarts, not that I expect you to know all that-"

The kids all snickered, because they did know all that. When you go out of your way to hide from your parents, even if they don't care where you are, you get bored, very bored, and have plenty of time to read. So they all read the Hogwarts school books so the would be better prepared for when they started school.

"-but I still need to see how much you do know. Then we will try wandless magic, which I know your all good at, and you can just do whatever, but this will take up most of the day." Roland finished.

Neville was looking at the mats with contempt. He did not like all the active activities. It was not that he was out of shape, no that wasn't it at all, he was just extremely uncoordinated.

Roland clapped his hands loudly. "OK, let's get started."

He had Jackie stand up and he showed her a move that, if preformed correctly, would get her hand out of his grip. Jackie looked bored and Harry could tell she wasn't paying any attention, and that meant this would end badly… for Roland. When Roland actually grabbed her hand she snapped out of her reverie and jumped to action, letting her instincts take over.

She grabbed Roland's arm with her free hand and pulled him with surprising might into the wall. Roland's face hit the wall with a sickening crack, then Jackie flipped him with both hands, which were now free, and pinned him to the floor.

When Jackie realized what she had done her eyes grew wide and she jumped of Roland, apologies rolling quickly off her tongue. To everyone's surprise Roland burst out laughing the second he was off the ground.

"That was one of the most unexpected things that has ever happened me! How in the world are you that strong? Your only five years old!" He exclaimed doing some spell to fix his broken nose and wipe away the blood.

Jackie shifted uncomfortably. She knew the reason she was so strong was because her dad was a werewolf and he passed some of the genes onto her. It not only gave her extraordinary strength, but amazing reflexes and intuition.

"Never mind, you do not have to answer, but hand to hand combat is diffidently going one of your courses. You may sit down now." Roland said kindly. Jackie grinned and took a seat next to Drake.

They all tried their best at fighting physically, but weren't very good, especially Neville. It just wasn't for them.

When they did dueling Drake got hold of Roland's wand within three minutes and Neville amazed them all with his skills in transfiguration and charms, finally they made it to wandless magic, Harry's favorite thing to practice.

Roland positioned him twenty feet across from him and they both bowed and started the magical fight.

It started with harmless simple spells, but started to heat up very fast.

Roland threw a body binding spell and it almost hit him so he sent a leg lock curse and Roland easily deflected it.

Harry started getting impatient so he picked it up a notch. He sent a cunfundus charm and an avis spell successfully confusing Roland so he sent out another leg lock curse and accused his wand to himself.

Roland looked at him in wonder.

"That was some of the best windless magic I have ever seen, not that I've seen much, but still, well done Harry. You did very good." He congratulated.

Harry looked stunned that he was getting any kind of praise at all. At home it as always 'Harvey' this and 'Boy-Who-Lived' that, never any thing about him though. The only people that ever really encouraged or complimented him were his friends, not his family, although to him they were his family.

That night they all went to sleep knowing that the life they would have at Jennings manor would totally and completely different, but only in good ways. They finally found a family and a place where they belonged.

(End Flashback)

Harry smiled fondly at the memory. That was the first time in his life that he felt proud of his ability with magic. He was amazed that most wizards believed wandless magic was hard. It came naturally for him and his friends. It was simply easy. The way he saw it was that the ministry for magic started the rumor so wizards would doubt themselves and there would be less of a chance of anyone ever taking over there government. And now they had that git of a minister, Fudge, in office during a war. There was no way they even stood a chance with him in charge.

But he didn't worry about it too much. Roland had told them all that he had a plan, a plan that would help in the efforts to stop Voldemorts reign.

He hadn't told them everything, but he had certain jobs for each of them. Jackie already knew what hers was, but she refused to tell anyone. Harry knew that Roland had a job for him also, Roland had told him so himself, but he also said that he couldn't know just yet, that he had to wait, and so wait he did. He wasn't sure if Neville, Jake, or Drake had their jobs yet, but he hoped that they didn't. He wanted them to enjoy a warless life for as long a possible.

They might act like warriors, but he knew they had soft spots. He remembered the one time they had convinced Drake to speak of his old life, the one before the Jennings. It had been horrible.

(Flashback)

It was their fourth week at the Jennings and all six of them, Harry, Drake, Jackie, Colbie, and Neville, were in the boy's room studying for a test that they all had the next day. Drake was tapping his pencil on his notebook and he had a far away look on his face.

"Would you stop that? It's driving me insane!" Neville suddenly shouted looking directly at Drake's moving pencil.

Drake's far away look disappeared and he flinched involuntary, then he apologized and tried to continue and study, but Jake knew something was up.

"What were you thinking about Drake?" He asked thoughtfully.

Drake just cringed and shook his head. Now everyone was looking at Drake with curiosity.

"You can tell us you know? You can trust us." Jackie said sincerely.

"It was nothing, now can we please just get back to studying?" Drake said quickly.

Now Jackie had a determined look on her face.

"No you should tell us so we can help you." She pushed.

A tear fell down Drake's face, unexpectedly startling them all. Neville quickly get up and put an arm around him.

"Hey it's ok. You don't have to tell us anything. We understand." He said soothingly. Everyone nodded.

But Drake now shook his head.

"No I think you have the right to know, you all told me your stories." He decided.

Everyone was quiet, waiting patently for Drake to start.

"My dad… he was one of the supporters of the Dark Lord. He wanted me to be one too, even at a young age, but I saw what that man did, and it was horrible. I didn't agree with any of it, so my dad punished me whenever I refused to do something. He was trying to make me as cruel as he was, but I just couldn't be no matter what he did, and what he did… it was terrible. It hurt. I just, I don't know if I can ever go back to a normal life. The only reason I don't have any scars is because my dad found a dark spell that made them all go away so no one would find out what he did." By the time he was done he was full out crying, consumed in memories.

Jackie was hugging him, while Neville still had his arm around his shoulders.

"We'll make sure you get to have a normal life, ok Drake? I promise even if it's just for a little while." Jackie stated.

Everyone nodded and gave Drake encouraging smiles.

"Awwww, group hug!" Colbie suddenly yelled and she too hugged Drake while everyone soon followed.

"Thanks guys. This means more to me than you know." Drake said happily, letting a huge smile spread over his face.

(End Flashback)

And he had though that his old life had been bad. Drake's had so much worse. Now Drake was wholly happy. They all made sure he was never pulled back into old, painful memories. They would distract him before he had a chance to.

He realized that he was standing in frond of their door. He had been thinking so hard about their first few weeks at Jennings manor that he hadn't even noticed. He looked at the sign on the door that read:

Kyro

Emeralds

Klutz

Jinx

They all had codenames in case of emergencies. They hardly ever used them, all except Jackie, whose codename was Jax, but it was fun picking them out and they all had their codenames posted on their doors.

He looked down the hall at Jackie's room's door and read the codenames off there:

Juno

Glimmer

Creide

Jax

The other two girls that shared Colbie and Jackie's room, Loala and Serena, were the two girls opposites. It was funny watching them fight about the stupidest things.

When they came to Jennings manor all their personalities changed a little, because they were able to completely be themselves, but Jackie by far changed the most. It took about a year or two before she really started acting that way, but she still did, and still does.

She wasn't the obedient and well-behaved girl she used to be. She didn't talk all that much and she had a glare that could kill. She hated sexist kids and even punched Kip once in the jaw when he stated that girls would never be as strong and daring as boys were. And then to prove he was wrong she picked him up and threw him into the pool in the backyard, when he couldn't even pick her up. She spoke her mind and was shockingly blunt. If she didn't like you, you would know.

Jake was the same as always. A jokester that wouldn't take anything seriously, and Neville was way more independent and he wasn't nearly as clumsy as he used to be, although he kept he codename, he took to working out and gained some major muscle.

Drake was just happy, but he always a snide remark ready for when it was needed.

He didn't think that he had changed that much. He had just found a passion that he took seriously: painting. His personality was pretty much the same. He hardly ever spoke and had a perfect emotionless face, one that no one could read. But he had been having weird dreams. Ones where he could see the Dark Lord and what he was planning and he felt pain through his scar, but he never told anyone. He figured his mind was just playing tricks on him.

He sighed and turned to make his way down the hall. He wished it would stay this way forever.

He wished in vain.

/

Harvey walked down Diagon Alley with an annoying confidence. He would wink at girls and they would sigh and sway even though he wasn't all that good looking. He looked nothing like his twin, who he thought was dead, but really didn't care, as long as all the attention was on him.

He had tried to add in red and gold highlights in his hair to show his Gryffindor pride, but he had messed up and the highlights looked like a nasty brown color. He had also tried to spell he eyes to look an even brighter green, but now they just looked dull, like someone took the shine out of them.

He was with his four friends and they all had the same cockiness about them. They held their noses in the air in a way that said 'we're so much better than you.'

"Hey let's go over to the ice cream store I'm hungry." Ron said. He was always hungry. He was the flabby one of the group, always demanding food. He didn't look like he could ever save anyone.

"Sure but there looks like there's a long line." Harvey stated.

Hermione smirked. "We'll take care of that." She said snottily.

They walked over and as soon as they went to the back of the line Hermione started.

"Move now! This is the 'Boy-Who-Lived!' He saved you all, so move out of our way and let us through! I'm the one who will bring separated worlds together, so you should all be thanking me in advance!" she shouted rudely.

Everyone was so shocked that someone would speak to them all like that, that they complied.

The five kids smiled smugly and got their ice cream. When they were outside they were shocked to see everyone running and screaming in panic.

"Deatheater attack, Deatheater attack!" Was all they could hear.

They all shared a horrified look.

"Quick let's go find my dad!" Harvey said quickly.

"No wait!" Seamus said grabbing Harvey's arm. "We could defeat them. We're the prophecy kids!"

Harvey looked scared but he nodded and they ran at the Deatheaters at the end of the street.

"Well, well, if it isn't the little Potter brat. Come to defeat me?" One asked in mock terror.

Harvey felt his confidence rise.

"Yes I will. I'm the Boy-Who-Lived. I'm the most powerful wizard ever!" He said with a smirk.

He was shocked when all the Deatheaters laughed.

"Why aren't you scared? You should be scared. I will be the ruin of all of you!" He demanded, even stomping his foot. This just made the Deatheaters laugh harder.

"Our master will be glad we caught you, but we don't need your annoying friends. They leave now! They will just get in the way." A Deatheater said.

Harvey felt the presences behind him move away. He looked and saw his friends were no longer there.

"Guys?" He said weakly.

A Deatheater grabbed his arm and apparated him away. Then he was in a castle. The room was dark and it looked menacing.

"We got him master. He came right to us, we didn't even have to look." The Deatheater that held his arm said in a voice that told Harvey he had a wicked smile on his face.

He heard a dark chuckle and felt a shiver go up his back. Voldemort was there.

"Excellent. Bring him to me." The dark lord said.

Once he was in front of the most horrible wizard of all time he was pushed to his knees.

"Do you have any idea how long I've waited for this? I will enjoy this immensely young Potter." Voldemort whispered in his ear.

Then the wizard picked up his wand and said the one word he had been dreading.

"Crucio!" The Dark Lord said calmly.

Harvey felt the most unbearable pain shoot through him and he screamed at the top of his lungs. When Voldemort finally let it up it had felt like he had been under the curse for hours but it had only been five minutes.

"I have heard from my spy's that you and me have some kind of connection through that scar of yours. Yet you have not been showing any signs that it is true, although I know it is true. So why haven't you been warning Dumbledore of my attacks?" Voldemort asked no one in particular with a thoughtful expression.

Something must have dawned on him for his face suddenly showed understanding and he laughed, a long and triumphant laugh.

"The old fool! How could he have missed this?" He said happily.

One Deatheater took an attentive step forward.

"What do you mean master? We do not understand."

Voldemort looked at him with a nasty joy in his eyes.

"This little Potter isn't the little Potter. I can't believe I didn't see it myself. That night was all a blur though. This pathetic excuse of a wizard is not the Boy-Who-Lived, no, his brother is, and I haven't felt any disturbance so that means the child is still alive. You may do what you what with the brat, just keep him alive. I want him to tell the old headmaster what we have discovered." He said getting up to leave.

All the Deatheaters looked down at Harvey with cruel smiles.

/

James Potter was frantic. He son had been taken by Deatheaters five hours ago and he was almost expecting the worst. He was currently discussing plans to raid the knot castle to see if his son was there when all of a sudden a bloody heap appeared in the middle of the room.

"Harvey!" Lily yelled in horror as she realized the bloody heap was her son. She ran to him and stated healing his wounds.

"Oh Harvey! What happened to you?" She asked sadly.

"My friends abandoned me and left me to he-who-must-not-be-named, that's what happened!" He said in a scratchy voice. James turned to Harvey's friends who where huddled in the corner with anger in his eyes. They hadn't mentioned that.

"We're sorry!" Deans said quickly. "We knew you could take them."

"That's just it," Harvey said with a humorless laugh. " I didn't take them. I never stood a chance."

"What do you mean, of course you took them? How else would you have made it back?" James asked.

"They wanted me to deliver a message to Dumbledore." He explained.

Lily left to quickly find the headmaster while the others asked more questions.

"Did you get to see him?

"Are you hurt anywhere else?"

"What curses did they use on you?"

"We should have stayed with you!"

"Yah, together we could have taken them. We're the prophecy kids!"

Harvey snorted and looked at them in disbelief. The last few hours had changed him. He now knew that he was never powerful enough to take out Voldemort. He didn't understand how he or anyone else for that matter ever thought that he had a chance.

"You aren't honesty deluded enough to think that are you?" he asked.

Everyone looked at him in confutation.

"What do you mean by that Harvey?" Dumbledore asked coming out of nowhere.

He always had a tendency to show up when everyone was least expecting it.

They all jumped and turned to him. The sparkle in his eyes was gone and in place of it was a shocking seriousness.

"Harvey needs to rest first, then you can question him." Lily said sternly.

She helped Harvey to a bed and gently set him down. He quickly fell asleep to Lily finishing treating his wounds.

When he woke up he ate and purposely made everyone what to hear what he had to say. He was mad that his friends had abandoned him and also extremely disappointed in himself. He didn't want to ever have to tell them what he had discovered, so he delayed it as long as possible.

"Ok Harvey. I think you have had enough time to rest. We need some answers." Dumbledore said suddenly.

Harvey looked into his eyes. The headmaster had always been like a grandfather to him, but right now he was furious at the old man. He had not only messed up his life, but also ruined his brothers. If Harry had been deemed the Boy-Who-Live then he wouldn't have ran away and felt neglected. If Harry wasn't on their side in the war then it was his parents and Dumbledore's fault, although he wished he had at least tried to be a better brother. He regretted it all now.

"Shoot." He said simply.

"What did you mean when you said, 'you aren't honesty deluded enough to think that are you?'" Dumbledore asked.

"What I meant was that in order for them to be the prophecy kids they would have to be friends with the Boy-Who-Lived and I am not the Boy-Who-Lived, Harry is." He answered.

Everyone started at him with wide eyes, not having the voice to speak.

/

A/N: I hope you all liked it! I'm glad I was able to post again so soon! I would really appreciate review, and thank you so much to those who reviewed last time. I got a surprising amount. See? The more reviews I get, the faster I post! I would love to see if you could all guess whose codename is whose! Kudos to whoever gets it right! I HAVE PICS OF HOW I IMAGINE THE PEOPLE IN MY STORY ON MY PROFILE! CHECH THEM OUT! Again I would love it if you took my poll, although in the end I'm still making the final decision, but I want to know you opinion. Oh and don't forget to wish your mom happy mothers day!