A/N: So a reader (simurg) taught me a thing about wandless magic. I do not follow the extended Universe, and mainly am going off what I remember from the book (and maybe the movie). So, in terms of the ability of wandless magic to be used, I will keep that in mind for future stories, but will stick to what I wrote for now for continuity's sake. If there are small spelling or grammar mistakes that don't affect story plot, I will correct those if they are pointed out. He also talked about elemental powers, so any limits on Harry's elemental power are imposed by me, and self-imposed by his own limitations. Thanks for reading. Also, updating will be more regularly (emphasis on more). Lately has been tough. Nothing too drastic, just finals. Also, reading over chapter 3 (I had to remember and continue shaping the personality I wanted) I realized, I completely left a sentence dangling and no one called me out on it. So that's edited. Not a big deal, it's in the pensieve memory section. Just about Harry's eyes.

Also, if you didn't google:

Vieille Magie: Old Magic

^^I accidentally used wrong French terms. Corrected if you go back now.

"Bleh" = normal

"Bleh" = French

'Bleh' = internal thoughts

Chapter 4

September 1, 1994

Lily POV

As Lily watched the train leave, she waved to Thomas, who was waving back. She couldn't see Harry at all, which made sense. She barely saw him around the house, he probably wouldn't be waving out a window, especially not to Lily. In fact, he practically pushed by her on his way to the train.

It had all started earlier in the summer. On the twin's birthday, Lily had gotten up earlier than normal. She found that because of magical lifestyle and the Potter house elves, she tended to sleep in more. So, she decided to bake a cake, and in doing so, found letters on the dining table. When she reached for them, she saw Hogwarts letters addressed to one "Thomas James Potter", and more importantly, "Harry Charlus Potter."

"Harry," she breathed out in confusion, before realizing that she couldn't remember taking him to Diagon Alley, or seeing him off at Kings Cross. Merlin, she couldn't even remember taking him to Kings Cross!

'How could I forget about a son, someone I brought into the world, just because another became famous? The reporters, the special care, the attention, nothing should have stopped me from taking care of Harry. But he just sort of, disappeared among all of Thomas's needs.'

Tears had slowly started to go down her face, before she heard someone coming down the steps, and so hastily wiped her face. As she turned, she came face to face with the person in question himself.

Harry for his part just looked on confusedly before walking over, saying, "I believe that is mine, Lily." He then made his way to the counter and grabbed some fruit and water and headed for the door.

Lily couldn't believe what she had just heard. Not out of anger, but of shock and sadness. 'My own son called me by my first name, and not "Mom" or "Mother".' Before she could say anything however, Harry was out the door, and she didn't have the sense to wish him a "Happy birthday" on his way out.

As she watched the train pull out, she decided to look for anything, anything that might help disprove her growing worry: that, for a while now perhaps, she now only has one son.

Harry POV

The compartment in the very back was full of noise. Susan and Hannah were talking animatedly with each other, each speculating about what would be happening this year. To date, something interested had always happened. Neville was talking with Daphne and Harry, both of whom were reading, but still paying attention. Daphne and Neville couldn't exactly be called friends. More, friendly acquaintances. They had all met at various gathering that consisted mainly of purebloods, and they just happened to fight the least among each other. Harry was shunned, Neville was terribly shy, and Daphne just seemed to ooze hatred for the younger Potter, which worked for Harry. Susan and Hannah had also shown up at those gatherings, mostly balls or parties, but it wasn't until later actually that they became friends.

"So, were you guys there when the Dark Mark showed up?"

At this, Harry actually looked up from his book. He hadn't been paying much attention to the news recently, but this would definitely explain his parents' whisperings and hushed conversations.

"Yea, apparently, Crouch's house elf stole your br- Thomas's wand and cast it." Neville continued.

Daphne scoffed. "Bunch of rubbish that is. Everyone knows house elves don't use wands, they have different magics."

"I saw the death eaters and other rabble, but was able to get someone to get me out before that happened apparently." Harry had to make sure he stayed consistent. During part of this, he had felt Susan's suspicion with his story, especially given his academics.

"Well, let's hope it just stays as coincidence or troublemakers, or else that would be bad for all of us." Daphne said, while the others just nodded. Harry nodded along, although, his brother would probably be the one with more to deal with. No one would remember him, and in this case, that would be fine.

Harry just laid back, remembering the first time he got on the train.

*flashback*

Harry looked around, trying to find the closest things he had for friends. As he found Daphne, they just nodded to each other and took off. As they saw Neville, right as he got on the train, they ambushed him, pulling him towards the back of the train. After that, they mostly just sat in silence, until Neville broke the silence.

"So, not really a happy farewell from the family?" he asked timidly. Daphne just glared at him, while Harry just stared at him, those green eyes boring into his, causing him to shrink further. Neville was shy because of the expectations hoisted on him by his father and grandmother.

"I don't have a family," Harry noted. Daphne stored that bit of info for later, as he was usually never this forthcoming. Neville flinched, knowing about the situation better than Daphne. Frank and James tried to organize playdates for Thomas and Neville outside of the pureblood gatherings that they were expected to show up to, but about half the time, Neville just hung out with Harry.

It was then that Susan and Hannah had decided to show up.

"Are you Thomas Potter?!" Harry gritted his teeth slightly, and just stared at them. All four of them felt a very real chill, although only two of them realized that.

"I'm Harry Potter. If you want to find Thomas, look for a Weasley."

Susan and Hannah left in a hurry, in part to find the Boy-Who-Lived, in part to get away from the scary boy.

*end flashback*

"Back to the original conversation," Susan started, "I'm pretty sure I know what's going to happen this year."

Daphne just rolled her eyes. "I'm pretty sure we all do actually. All five of us have parents in the Wizengamot, four of those work in the ministry in some fashion, and the fifth is a Slytherin with some shady contacts."

"So, we all know about the tournament then?" Susan asked.

"Yep." the other four nodded.

Harry put down his book. "It's almost time for the train to stop. Neville?"

Neville stepped out of the compartment with Harry to let the girls change.

Daphne cast a silencing spell at the door and tuned to Susan. "So what really happened at the World Cup? Harry never tells me or Neville anything, you two are the only real friends he's got."

"I don't even know! We invited him to watch it with us, but in the chaos afterwards we got separated." Susan said hurriedly. Hannah pitched in.

"Yea, and then he shows up at my house almost an hour later, half an hour after we did!"

"But, the funniest thing is what happened at around the same time as he got to Hannah's house. My Aunt as you know is head of the DMLE, and her French counterpart Jean Sebastian told her that someone saved his daughter. And when she did some investigating, she found 11 bodies."

"You don't th-"

"I wouldn't be surprised," Daphne cut Hannah off. "Before you two got him to open up a bit, he was cold and sharp, even more so than me. And from what I've gathered through whisperings, there are quite a few people missing from Malfoy's group of people, so I wouldn't put it past him to have… done some of them in."

Right as Daphne finished talking, she could the wheels screeching to a stop.

"Come on, they're probably waiting for us."

As the three girls filed out, Neville and Harry were indeed waiting for them. It was a short walk from the train to the carriages. Horseless, most people assumed. But Harry knew better. They were pulled by thestrals. He didn't think anyone else could see them. Susan might, but that is a big might.

Right before they were going to leave, another Ravenclaw that they all knew hopped in. With the sixth person, the carriage started.

"Hello Luna." "Hello Harry. You seem to have more wrackspurts than normal."

This was what Harry loved about Luna. She was intelligent, and could obviously see something that others couldn't. Harry had just been thinking about the men he killed, wondering if had let his anger get the better of him.

"Come on Harry, you're with friends, think positive thoughts." Daphne just frowned. Most of the others seemed to think she was barmy except Susan, who seemed to always notice a change in Harry when Luna was around.

"Thanks Luna, I'll keep that in mind."

"Hrmmmmm…." Luna just looked into the moon, staring.

As they pulled in front of the castle, they all filed out and into the Great Hall. He saw the Sorting Hat sitting there, and remembered his own sorting.

*flashback*

"Potter, Harry."

All at once, whispers started, among the house tables and the First Years.

Harry Potter?
Potter?
Thomas has a twin brother?
How come we never heard of him?
Were they separated from birth?

All of these questions and more buzzed around the Great Hall as Harry stepped up. From here, he could see everybody, including Thomas, who seemed confused, and at the same time, arrogant.

'What an interesting combination.'

'Indeed, just from here, it seems like your brother will be going to Gryffindor.'

'He is not my brother. And what about me?'

'Yes you're a tough one. Loyal, but only to friends. Ambitious, yes, you want to prove your parents wrong, yet I feel you lack the cunning to make it in Slytherin-'

'Yet you put Draco Malfoy in there, who has as much subtlety as a stomping elephant.'

'Never mind him. Ah yes, I see courage in here, and plenty of nobility. And yet, a darkness festers, and you would definitely not jump first and look second. No, better be'

"RAVENCLAW!"

As Harry walked down, only a couple of people were clapping, Flitwick being one of them. Most people were shocked at a Potter not being sorted into Gryffindor, somewhat of a legend of itself. Most of the Ravenclaws didn't know whether to cheer for getting the brother of the Boy-Who-Lived, or to be sad at not getting the Boy-Who-Lived, who was promptly sorted into Gryffindor.

Harry sat with the other First Years and started to dig in when the food arrived.

"So, what's it like, being the brother to the Boy-" the rest of Anthony's question was fairly obvious, and everyone in the vicinity had leaned in, but soon wished to be anywhere away from there once Harry looked up.

"We, are not, brothers." Harry's glowing green eyes bore into Anthony's until he shrank into the bench and squeaked out an "okay."

That just set off more whispering. "Are they cousins?" "If they're not brothers, how are they related?"

None of them seemed to realize that what Harry meant was that even though they shared the same parents, they were not brothers.

Harry just looked back to his plate, tuning out the people around him. People would always be stupid, make their own conclusions. It's better not to feed their curiosity.

*End flashback"

Harry started making his way over to Ravenclaw table. At this point, most people knew whether or not they personally should keep their distance. Close to him were Terry Boot and Mandy Brocklehurst.

"Morning Terry, Mandy." "Morning Harry." It was short and succinct. It was a small miracle they were even on a first name basis, but Hannah and Susan had convinced him to try to be more amiable to at least his own House.

As everyone was seated, McGonagall came in with all of the first years. You could tell who was a muggleborn and who was not just looking at their reactions. Of course, everyone was in awe. Some Sixth and Seventh year students got lost in the awe of the Charms and Rune work on the ceiling. But, there was a difference in degree. He watched as everyone got sorted, nothing particularly shocking about any of them.

The only thing of note was another Creevey boy, who took after his brother in their obsession with the Boy-Who-Lived. As he sat down at Gryffindor table, one could see Thomas visibly flinch a bit once the bombardment of questions began.

Harry just smiled and started eating, as the food had suddenly appeared on the table. Even some of the non-Muggleborns gasped at the sight of the food suddenly appearing on empty plates. Harry smiled and helped himself, while next to him Luna seemed to be quite a bit more picky. She seemed more content to help herself to some pudding and fiddle with her Dirigible Plum earrings.

When they had all finally finished eating (not without some kind of commotion at the Gryffindor table, including Sir Nicholas's head almost falling off), Dumbledore got back at the podium, and announced the usual "Filch and Forbidden Forest spiel".

It was only at the end that he announced what half the school already knew, but still wanted confirmation of.

"It is also my painful duty to inform you that the Inter-House Quidditch Cup will not take place this year."

To those who didn't know why, this sparked outrage. Thomas and the three Weasley males seemed especially affronted.

"This is due to an event that will start in October. I am pleased to announce that-"

Whatever Dumbledore was about to say was cut off as the doors to the Great Hall burst open, revealing a hooded man with a staff. As he walked towards the teachers' table, a dull clunk was heard from his staff. Suddenly a bolt of lightning flashed across the sky, revealing his countenance to all.

"Mad-Eye Moody," Harry whispered in reverence. The man that put so many Death Eaters away, the famous Auror.

Upon reaching the Head Table, Moody shook hands with Dumbledore, exchanging some unheard words before taking the gestured seat on the right hand side.

z"May I introduce our new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher? Professor Moody.

A handful of people clapped, none of them from Slytherin. Many in that house could consider Moody to be a threat, to both themselves and their family. Most people were just shocked, at both the person himself and his appearance.

Harry could see Thomas and Ron whispering about something while sending furtive glances up Moody's way.

"And now, as I was saying, it is my pleasure to inform all of you, that we will have the honor of hosting a legendary event, one not held in over a century. This year, The Triwizard Tournament will be taking place at Hogwarts!"

"You're JOKING!" Both of the Weasley twins shouted, their voices ringing in unison.

"I assure you that I am not joking, Messrs. Weasley. Although, now that you mention it-"

He was cut off by a stern gaze and cough from McGonagall.

"Ah, yes, as I was saying, The Triwizard Tournament, for those of you that don't know, is a competition in which a chosen champion from each school of Hogwarts, Beauxbatons, and Durmstrang will compete in three magical tasks. It was a friendly competition started 700 years ago, but discontinued because of the mounting death toll."

There was some hushed whispering at the last statement, although the excitement about the tournament overcame it.

Dumbledore continued on, and even at Ravenclaw, many people were whispering about entering. Harry himself was disinterested. But soon, Dumbledore caught the attention of most of the population again with this statement:

"Eagar though I know all of you will be to bring the Triwizard Cup to Hogwarts, the heads of the three schools along with the French and British Ministries have agreed to impose an age restriction on the entry of students. Only wizards or witches who are of age, that is to say the age of seventeen or above, will be allowed to put forward their names for consideration." Many people started protesting in silence, and Dumbledore raised his voice to be heard. "This is a precaution that we feel necessary to ensure the protection of the students, given that the tasks are still extremely dangerous. In order to enforce this, I will be ensuring that no one underage we will be able to put their name forth to our impartial judge, who will select the champions."

Upon hearing about a judge, many people could be seen whispering, presumably about how to trick such a judge.

"Now, the delegations from Beauxbatons and Durmstrang will be here in October. Until then, you still have classes tomorrow, so off to be all of you. Chop chop."

There was a bustle as all four of the Houses got up from their seats to go to their respective dormitories.

Harry, being seated closer to the teachers, took longer to get there, and the prefects had already finished explaining the rules to the first-years. He started to slip through the crowd to the front.

"-and while most questions will be magical, some may just about the world in general."

The knocker on cue started a riddle of the latter: "It can be seen but not touched. It has no weight, but if you put it in a barrel,"

"it becomes lighter. A hole," Harry finished, somewhat impatient to get to his room. By this time, he had already gotten a fair bit of attention.

"Correct," the knocker said, swinging the door open.

"Harry, you couldn't at least wait until it finished the question?" the prefect asked exasperatedly.

"Sorry Marcus, I'm a bit impatient," Harry shrugged, grinning slightly as he said this. He set off towards the Common Room.

He went up the staircase to his dorm, only to find his dormmates already waiting for him. "Good summer Harry?" Stephen asked.

"Relatively good. Got to see the Quidditch World Cup. Didn't stay long enough to see the Dark Mark though," Harry joked lightly. "Anyway, I'm going to catch some sleep."

Harry started to lie in bed, pondering what Dumbledore announced. 'Trouble comes every year. And with the Tournament, it's pretty obvious what the source was. How will Thomas get involved this time?'