DISCLAIMER :)- I do not own Harry Potter nor will I ever.

Summary: Harry's parents were never killed. Stunned, but never killed. Instead, his brother, Henry Potter, is believed to be the Boy-Who-Lived. Is he really?

A/N: Why, hello there. I didn't see you there. Maybe it's because no one actually bothers to read the A/Ns...

"Words said."

'Thoughts.'

"Parseltongue or a snake speaking."


CHAPTER FOUR :]

Diagon Alley, to say the least, was amazing. There were shops of all kinds there! Harry saw a shop with cauldrons of all sizes and types. Harry looked around to try and see all the shops at once. A plump woman outside an Apothecary was shaking her head as they walked passed her, saying, "Dragon liver, seventeen Sickles an ounce, they're mad..."

Harry saw a dark shop with a sign that says Eeylops Owl Emporium with different types of owls inside. Several boys around the twins's age had their noses pressed against a window with broomsticks in it.

"Look," Harry heard one of them say, "the new Nimbus Two Thousand - fastest ever-"

Fortunately, before James and Henry had a chance to ogle at the brooms, Lily pulled them away. There were shops selling robes, shops selling telescopes and strange silver instruments, windows stacked with barrels of bat spleens and eels' eyes, tottering piles of spell books, quills, and rolls of parchment, potion bottles, globes of the moon...

Harry saw that they now stood in front of a snowy white building that towered over other little shops. Standing besides its burnished bronze doors, wearing a uniform of scarlet and gold, was-

"Blimey, a goblin..." whispered Henry quietly as they walked up the white stone steps. The goblin was about a head shorter than Harry, much to his annoyance. He had a swarthy, clever face, a pointed beard and, Harry noticed, very long fingers and feet. He bowed as they walked inside, Harry bowed back and followed in after his family, missing the look of shock and astonishment the goblin sent him.

Now they were facing a second pair of doors, silver this time, with words engraved upon them:

Enter, stranger, but take heed

Of what awaits the sin of greed,

For those who take, but do not earn,

Must pay most dearly in their turn.

So if you seek beneath our floors

A treasure that was never yours,

Thief, you have been warned, beware

Of finding more than treasure there.

"See, son? There's a reason why you should never steal form Gringotts," James whispered to Henry.

"There's also that you'd be mad to try," muttered Lily.

A pair of goblins bowed them through the silver doors and they were sitting on high stools behind a long counter, scribbling in large ledgers, weighing coins in brass scales, examining precious stones through eyeglasses. There were too many doors to count leading off these. They made for the counter.

"Good morning," James said to a free goblin. "We're here to withdraw from the Potter vaults."

"You have the key, sir?"

"Yes, of course, here you go," James pulled a tiny gold key from one of his pockets and handed it to the goblin.

The goblin looked at it closely.

"That seems to be in order. I will have someone take you down to the vaults, sir. Griphook!"


"Now, let's go get your robes first, Henry!" exclaimed James, Lily nudged him. "Ah, Harry, too, of course!"

They started towards Madam Malkin's Robes for All Occasions. Henry looked at his Dad before saying, "Hey, Dad?"

"Yeah, Henry?" James looked at his son questionably.

"Can you go get us some ice cream? I'm getting a bit hungry," Henry said, looking at his parents.

"I don't know..." James looked unsure whether to leave the boy-who-lived alone.

"There won't even be any trouble," This was kinda true, the news didn't know that the Potters was out shopping that day, and everyone around them were too busy with their own shopping to be bothered with them.

"Okay then...Come on, Lils."

Henry and Harry then continued their way to Madam Malkin's shop. Madam Malkin was a squat, smiling witch dressed all in mauve.

"Hogwarts, dears?" she said, when one of them started to speak. "Got the lot here - another young man being fitted up just now, in fact."

In the back of the shop, a boy with a pale, pointed face was standing on a footstool while a second witch pinned up his long black robes. Madam Malkin stood Harry on a stool next to him first, much to Henry's annoyance, slipped a long black robed over his head, and began to pin it to the right length.

"Hello," said the boy, "Hogwarts, too?"

"Yes," said Harry.

"My Father's next door buying my books and Mother's up the street looking at wands," said the boy. He had a bored, drawling voice. "Then I'm going to drag them off to look at racing brooms. I don't see why first years can't have their own. I think I'll bully Father into getting me one and I'll smuggle it in somehow."

Harry was strongly reminded of Henry. 'Wait, no one deserves to be reminded of him.' Harry thought.

"Have you got your own brooms?" the boy went on.

"No," said Harry.

"Play Quidditch at all?"

"No," Harry said again, remembering the times he had seen Henry and his father flying around on brooms.

"I do, unlike my brother here." Henry suddenly spoke, having listened to the two's conversation and angered that he was left out.

"Oh, really? As do I - Father says it's a crime of I'm not picked to play for my house, and I must say, I agree. Know what house you'll be in yet?" he had directed the question to the two of them now.

"Obviously, I'll be in Gryffindor," Henry said smugly.

The boy sneered, "Gryffindor, eh? What about you then? Gryffindor, too, I suppose?"

"Well, no one actually knows what house you'll be in until you actually get sorted. I'm fine with any, really," Harry said, having read Hogwarts: A History and knowing the procedure to what will be having when they get to Hogwarts.

The boy looked satisfied with Harry's answer and said, "I agree, but I know I'll be in Slytherin, all our family have been - imagine being in Hufflepuff, I think I'd leave, wouldn't you?"

"Well, they are known for their trust and loyalty, but most do not think highly of them."

Henry was angry at his brother and the platinum blonde boy. How dare they continue their wretched conversation without including him! Him! The boy-who-lived!

Before he had a say in this, Madam Malkin said, "You're done now, my dear. Now, your turn, dear." Harry hopped down the footstool and allowed Henry to go through and do his own fitting. Harry saw that the two were in a heated argument and didn't want to be bothered by it. When they were both done, they waited for their parents to come and pay. Harry sighed when he saw that the two were still arguing.

"Oh, yes, I quite forgotten, may I ask who you are?" Harry said suddenly, looking the boy.

"Draco, Draco Malfoy. And you?" Draco held his head high as if he were proud of his surname.

"I'm Harry Potter and this is my twin brother, Henry Potter," Harry nodded towards his brother.

"Oh? So this is the famous boy-who-lived?" he sneered at Henry who sneered back.

"Yes, obviously," said Henry, thrusting his chin upwards smugly.

"Hmph, well, it'd have been better if it were your brother," said Draco. "He seems to be the more level-headed of the two, and the one with more sense."

Henry and Draco then glared at each other before spitting insults towards one another. Harry shook his head in disbelief and looked to see if their parents were coming yet.

Just then, the Potters and Malfoys came inside the shop, the male Potter was glaring at the male Malfoy with deep loathing, as was Mr. Malfoy to Potter. Their wives ignored it all together. James held two ice cream cones in each hand, as did Lily. One for each of the four.

"Father/Dad!" Henry and Draco cried, their fathers snapped their heads towards their sons. Mr. Malfoy held his gaze from Draco, to Henry, and on to Harry, where it rested on his lightning shaped scar that was just above his left eyebrow.

"Oh, and I suppose that this is the famous boy-who-lived?" said Mr. Malfoy, although the question was directed towards Henry, his look was fastened upon Harry.

"Yes, I am," Henry said, quite annoyed with how much attention Harry was getting. First with those red-headed twins, then that prat, Malfoy, and now Malfoy's father. Everyone's attention should be on him! Not his useless brother!

Mr. Malfoy spared him a glance before directing his full gaze on him. Unlike his twin, he had hazel colored eyes and no glasses. If you looked at the two closely, you could tell that there were several things that made them different from one another. If you didn't, they'd look like any other pair of twins. Identical in every way. All except Harry's emerald eyes and glasses.

"You know, I've seen so much of the Potters on the newspapers, but never this one Potter," Mr. Malfoy said, "I've heard rumors that he was dead, if it weren't for the fact that I'm seeing him now, I might've believed so."

"Yeah, because he's ugly, why show his face," muttered Henry, knowing Harry would hear, seeing as how everyone else had heard it.

Harry did hear it, he sighed and rolled his eyes skywards and muttered back, "You're my twin,

Draco snickered, Mr. Malfoy and his wife held in a chuckle, while Lily and James frowned a bit. Henry flustered red and sputtered, "W-what, w-well, yo-you're e-even more so!"

Harry shook his head, "Really now, brother..."

Henry glared at Harry, Draco smirked and realized something.

"Oh, yes, Harry, I would like to introduce to you my parents," he said.

"This is my father, Lucius Malfoy-" he gestured his Father, "-and this is my mother, Narcissa Malfoy."

"Pleased to meet you, Mr. Malfoy, Mrs. Malfoy," he bowed to both of them. They both looked approvingly at Harry while James looked disapproving towards Harry.

"My, you seem to have nice manners," said Narcissa, she had a soft voice and delicately nodded towards Harry. Draco, who wasn't one to show such emotions, smiled widely at Harry's action. Henry glared at his twin, he had people on his side already!

'It doesn't matter, I have almost the whole wizarding world on my side.' he thought, 'I don't need any death eaters on my side, the bloody lot.'

James frowned, "Come on, boys. We still need to shop for your school supplies."

"Yes, father," muttered the twins and they both walked out, Harry bowing a goodbye to the Malfoys.

"Those Potters..." Lucius said darkly.

"I agree, dear, but that last one, the one with those emerald eyes, he seemed promising," said Narcissa calmly, both knowing what she meant by that.

"You're right, Narcissa. Sadly enough, he'll be wasted in Gryffindor," he said, "he would have done greatly in Slytherin. Too bad he was raised by those Potters."

Draco suddenly spoke up, "Father, I had asked him of his opinion on which house he'd be in. He had said he'd do fine with any, any including Slytherin."

"Interesting...but I've seen the courage and bravery in his eyes. I know all too well of that Gryffindor look. There's no doubt that he'll be in the blasted house," said Lucius darkly.

"Well, apparently, he won't have any problems be-friending Slytherins though..." his wife said in her quiet tone of voice, she had been implying something that both Malfoy males caught.

"Son, this is what you shall do..."


The Potters walked in silence, quietly eating their ice creams, chocolate and raspberry with chopped nuts.

They stopped to buy parchment and quills, Harry brightened up considerably when he found a bottle of ink that changed colors as you wrote. They bought their books in a shop called Flourish and Blotts where the shelves were stacked to the ceiling with books as large as paving stones bound in leather; books the size of postage stamps in covers of silk; books full of peculiar symbols and a few books with nothing in them at all. Even Henry, who never bother to read anything, was wild to get his hands on some of these.

Lily had to drag James and Henry away from Curses and Counter-Curses (Bewitch Your Friends and Befuddle Your Enemies with the Latest Revenges: Hair Loss, Jelly-Legs, Tongue-Tying, and Much, Much More) by Professor Vindictus Viridian.

'Fools, if they had actually bothered to go to their own library in the manor,' Harry thought, 'they'd know that they already own the book. But it isn't like either of them would actually read.'

'Oh Merlin, if I had gotten my hands on that book, maybe I could have tortured Harry into being my servant,' Henry thought, 'Sure, I have house-elves, but it's not like I can bring one to Hogwarts.' He had planned on either torturing Harry into being his slave and one day becoming stronger to perform a spell that would brainwash Harry into giving Henry his undying loyalty or earning his trust the hard way. Now he had no choice but to wait and see how he'll continue his plan...

They bought their cauldrons, pewter of course, got a nice set of scales for weighing potion ingredients and a collapsible brass telescope. Then they visited the Apothecary, which was fascinating enough to make up for its horrible smell, a mixture of bad eggs and rotted cabbages. Barrels of slimy stuff stood on the floor; jars of herbs, dried roots. and bright powders lined the walls; bundles of feathers, strings of fangs, and snarled claws hung from the ceiling. James and Lily went to go ask the man behind the counter for a supply of some basic potion ingredients for Harry. Seeing as how the man was busy with other customers, he didn't notice who was talking to him. The twins themselves were examining silver unicorn horns at twenty-one Galleons each and minuscule, glittery-black beetle eyes (five Knuts a scoop).

Outside the Apothecary, James checked the list once more.

"We just need your wands left, boys. Oh, yeah, I still need to get you a birthday present, Harry," James said, awkwardly rubbing the back of his head.

"You don't have to-"

"I think I do,"

Twenty minute later, they left Eeylops Owl Emporium, which had been dark and full of rustling and flickering, jewel-bright eyes. Harry now carried a large cage that held a beautiful snowy owl, fast asleep with her head under her wing. He couldn't stop stammering his thanks, it was his first present ever since the incident with He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, aka Lord Voldemort.

"Don't mention it, it's the least I can do," James look sheepish again, Henry never actually said thanks like him. "Since I did forget your birthday...for about eleven years or so." he muttered the last part.

A magic wand was what Harry and Henry were really looking for.

The last shop was narrow and shabby. Peeling gold letters over the door read Ollivanders: Makers of Fine Wands since 382 B.C. A single wand lay on a faded purple cushion in the dusty window. A tinkling bell rang somewhere in the depths of the shop as they stepped inside. It was a tiny place, empty except, spindly chair that Henry chose to sit on to wait. Harry felt strangely as though he had entered a very strict library; he swallowed a lot of new questions that had just occurred to him and looked instead at the thousands of narrow boxes piled neatly right up to the ceiling. For some reason, the back of his neck prickled. The very dust and silence in here seemed to tingle with some secret magic.

"Good afternoon," said a soft voice. Harry jumped, Henry must have, too, because he had landed on the floor with a thump.

An old man was standing before them, his wide, pale eyes shining like moons through the gloom of the shop.

"Hello," said Harry and Henry awkwardly..

"Ah yes," said the man. "Yes, yes. I thought I'd be seeing you soon. Harry Potter-" he looked at Harry. "-and Henry Potter." Here he looked at Henry. It wasn't a question. "You have your mother's eyes. It seemed only yesterday she was in here herself, buying her first wand. Ten and a quarter inches long, swishy, made of willow. Nice wand for charm work. Do you still have it, Lily?"

"Oh! Why, of course, Mr. Ollivander," she blushed and took out her wand.

"Excellent," Mr. Ollivander moved closer to Harry and Henry. Harry wished he would blink. Those silver eyes were a bit creepy. "Your father on the other hand, favored a mahogany wand. Eleven inches. Pliable. A little more power and excellent for transfiguration. Well, I say your father favored it - it's really the wand that choose the wizard, of course.

"I assume you still have yours, James?"

"U-uhm, yes, yes! Certainly," James, too, brought his wand out.

"Good, good," Mr. Ollivander had come so close that he and Harry were almost nose to nose. Harry could see himself in those misty eyes. "And that's where..."

Mr. Ollivander touched Harry's lightning scar and Henry's small crescent shaped scar with two pale, long fingers.

"I'm sorry to say I sold the wand that did it," he said softly. "Thirteen-and-a-half inches. Yew. Powerful wand, very powerful, and in the wrong hands...well, if I'd known what that wand was going out into the world to do..."

He shook his head and then, to Harry and Henry's relief, turned to their parents.

"James and Lily! James and Lily Potter! How nice to see you again..."

"Yes, well, it's very nice to see you again too, Mr. Ollivander," Lily said politely, James nodded his head in agreement.

"Hmmm," said Mr. Ollivander, looking at Harry once more. "Well, now - Mr. Potter. Let me see." He pulled a long tape measure with silver markings out of his pocket. "Which is your wand arm?"

"Right arm, sir," said Harry.

"Hold out your arm. That's it." He measured Harry from shoulder to finger, then wrist to elbow, shoulder to floor, knee to armpit and round his head. As he measured, he said, "Every Ollivander wand has a powerful core of a powerful magical substance, Mr. Potter. We use unicorn hairs, phoenix tail feathers, and the heartstrings of dragons. No two Ollivander wands are the same, just as no two unicorns, dragons, or phoenixes are quite the same. And of course, you will never get such good results with another wizards wand."

Harry suddenly realized that the tape measure was doing this all on its own. Mr. Ollivander was flitting around the shelves, taking down boxes.

"That will do," he said, and the tape measure crumpled into a heap on the floor. "Right then, Mr. Potter. Try this one. Beech-wood and dragon heartstring. Nine inches. Nice and flexible. Just take it and give it a wave."

Harry took the wand and waved it around a bit, but Mr. Ollivander snatched it out of his hand almost at once. "Maple and phoenix feather. Seven inches. Quite whippy. Try-"

Harry tried - but he had hardly raised the wand when it, too, was snatched back by Mr. Ollivander.

"No, no - here, ebony and unicorn hair, eight and a half inches, springy . Go on, go on, try it out."

Harry tried. And tried. The pile of tried wands was mounting higher and higher on the spindly chair, but the more wands Mr. Ollivander pulled form the shelves, the happier he seemed to become. Harry couldn't say the same about Henry. He looked impatient and angry.

"Tricky customer, eh? Not to worry, we'll find the perfect match here somewhere - I wonder, now - yes, why not - unusual combination - holly and phoenix feather, eleven inches, nice and supple."

Harry took the wand. He felt a sudden warmth in his fingers. He raised the wand above his head, brought it swishing down through the dusty air and a stream of red and gold sparks shot from the end like a firework, throwing dancing spots of light on to the walls. James and Lily smiled and clapped. Henry looked disgruntled and relieved.

"Oh, bravo! Yes, indeed, oh, very good. Well, well, well...how curious...how very curious..."

He put Harry's wand into its box and wrapped it in brown paper, still muttering, "Curious...curious...'

"Sorry, sir," said Harry, "but what's curious?"

"Mr. Ollivander fixed Harry with his pale stare.

"I remember every wand I've ever sold, Mr. Potter. Every single wand. It so happens that the phoenix whose tail feather is in your wand, gave another feather - just one other. It is very curious indeed that you should be destined for this wand when its brother - why, it's brother gave you both that scar."

Harry and Henry gave each other side glances.

"Yes, thirteen-and-a-half inches. Yew. Curious indeed how these things happen. The wand chooses the wizard, remember...I think we expect great things from you, Mr. Potter...After all, He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named did great things - terrible, yes, but great."

They waited for Henry to get his wand, it only took about five tries to get it (ash and unicorn hair, nine-and-a-half inches). They paid fourteen gold Galleons for their wands, and Mr. Ollivander bowed them from his shop.


The sun hung low in the sky as the Potters walked the streets, there weren't many people there now and the boys were making a competition on who could hop on one leg the longest. Hey, they may have hated each other, but they still were twins. They still did some things together.

Harry looked up, he had heard some shouting and running footsteps. He hopped over to his Dad and tugged on his sleeve.

"Huh? What's up, Harry?"

"Did you - did you hear that too?" he asked uncertainly.

"Hear what?"

"Wait, I heard it too," Lily said.

"Yeah, it's faint. But steadily growing louder," said Henry, wondering what in Merlin's beard it was.

"You're right, I hear it too..."

"Hey! Someone informed me that they spotted the Potters out shopping today for their school supplies!" someone shouted form afar.

"I heard too!" Another voice sounded. Multiple started growing louder.

"Hey, look! There they are!"

They looked up, reported for the Daily Prophet and all other types of news were running towards them. And fast.

"Boys! Lily! Hang onto me, we'll be apparating!"

With a pop, they disappeared into their manor. Safe from those that wish to interview them. For now.


A/N: Why, hello there. Have you enjoyed this super long chapter that is longer than the rest but not so overly long that would waste your whole day long? Yes? Well, you better.

Why? Because I wrote all this in one day [excuse the horrible writing], was downloading something and closed the whole browser WITHOUT saving first, then started re-writing this whole thing, saved it a bit, wrote more, went on Tumblr, click on a post, was scared shitless and continuously started trying to exit the tab, ended up exiting the tab with my unsaved work on it, went back on it, saw unsaved work deleted, re-wrote it, procrastinated, finished. NOW, you had better enjoy.