Because I wanted to give more of a background on Harry's character so that you all can see why I say he's a jerk. This is also a foreshadowing for future chapters. Though, I bet a million galleons no one will correctly guess what it is I'm foreshadowing. I bet no one will even think about it because what I'm forshadowing hardly ever happens in any fanfiction.

Nobody's Hero: Interlude

Harry's Story

Harry balanced on his broom, enjoying the gentle breeze that shot through him. He was about a hundred feet away from the quidditch pitch, watching through emerald green eyes in amusement as the Gryffindor quidditch team was trounced by the Ravenclaw one in a friendly scrimmage. There was no way for the Gryffindors to win, he thought in amusement. Not with Ryan on the team.

Ryan Gregory Potter was the worst quidditch player. He could no more hit a bludger than he could throw a quaffle. This did not stop the team from letting join as their seeker. And no matter how many games they lost (Every single one since Ryan joined the team in second year), the team would not let Ryan go. Harry supposed those were the benefits of being the Boy-Who-Lived. And Harry wasn't in the least bit jealous.

But it did tend to piss him off. Ryan was Harry's twin brother, older by only four minutes and 33 seconds. And the Potter twins could not be more different in Harry's opinion. His brother was light of skin, almost pasty in complexion Harry was tan. In contrast to his dark and messy crop of midnight-colored hair, Ryan's was a light brown that matched his eyes. The differences stopped there, however. They both had the same bone structure and height, though Harry swore up and down that his nose was small than Ryan giant 'Snoz'.

Ryan Potter flew down from the field with a defeated look. Harry observed in glee as Cho Chang, the Ravenclaw seeker did a victory lap around the field. Ryan was most likely smarting again because he was bested by a girl. Ryan deserved to suffer a little defeat every once in a while.

Harry followed Ryan's defeated posture as his twin made his way off the pitch. A flash in the corner of his eye drew his attention to the mousy blond head of Collin Creevy.

He flew down to land on the ground a ways away from the younger boy.

"Creevy," he called out.

He watched as Colin jumped at the sound of his name and turned to face him. A look of terror slowly formed on the others lightly freckled face and Harry felt more accomplished than ever that it was he who put that look in the others light blue eyes.

Harry had hated Colin Creevy since the first time he had seen him. The annoying blond had glued himself to Ryan's side the moment he saw the famed boy-who-lived and hadn't stopped snatching pictures since Harry's second year.

Harry stalked closer to the one boy in Gryffindor he might have hated more than his brother. "So Creepy Creevy, here to snap more pictures for you late night pleasure?"

The small blond flinched as though he had been hit. "He...ha...hello, Ha-harry." Creevy stuttered nervously over his name. Harry's hand reached out with intent towards the camera clutched in the boys hands.

He did this often, a malicious game of keep away in order to taunt the boy. He thought it was hilarious to watch the other boy's eyes tear up as he struggled to reach the camera up in the air where Harry would levitate it. No one else shared the same sentiments.

"Potter!" A high pitched annoying voice shrieked from behind him. He turned to see his brothers pet morons stalking his way. Hermione Granger and Ron Weasley were two other people attached to his brother's hip that he loathed with a passion.

"Hello Granger, come to watch the fun?" he asked.

Hermione leveled her wand at him and he backed down instantly.

"You're a prat Potter, how a family as good as yours ended up with the liked of you is beyond me, " She snapped. "Get away from Colin or I'll hex your bullocks off."

Harry sneered, but stepped away knowing from experience that the little know it all could and would do so it he tempted her. A rustle of clothing and light brush of wind alerted Harry to a new arrival. His twin touched down next to his two goons.

"What's going on here?" Ryan asked automatically leveling a glare his way.

Harry looked between the three of them not even sparing Colin a glance.

"Whatever, I don't need this," He said turning arounfand leaving his brother and his two idiot friends to their own devices.

Harry's shoulders were tense as he stormed away from the scene. He didn't bother to turn around,even when he heard Hermione speak again.

"No offense Ryan," She said. "But, your brother is a complete bastard."

***

Harry watched through the window as the sun began to lower into the softly rolling hills.

Godric Hollow was located in West Country. Invisible to muggles, Godric Hollow was a quaint village that defied everything natural, the prime example being the blue sun that lit its sky each morning instead of the normally bright yellow one. Not many people knew of the origins of Godric Hollows Sun. Many thought that the sun was created by Gryffindor himself. Harry scoffed at the idea, Godric Gryffindor did many great things, but even he would not have been able to create an artificial sun. No amount of magic on earth could make a substance of that size and unknown quality. Harry himself was of the mind that the blue sun was made before the earth had even begun. It was however a boon.

The secrets about Godric Hollow's sun had died a millennia ago with the death of Godric Gryffindor himself. It was said that Godric might have written answers to the mystery down in a journal. However, the journal was hidden before his death, along with a few other spells that he wanted to take to the grave with him. For a time many thought it to be locked up tight and secure in Gryffindor manor. But Harry didn't think that was completely true. He did after all live in Gryffindor Manor, which had been renamed Potter manor five hundred years ago when his great grandfather, Daniel Potter married into the Gryffindor line. Harry had searched the manor thoroughly leaving no corridor untouched, and never had he even stumbled upon a reference to any journal left by Godric Gryffindor.

Potter Manor was huge. It had been built years before the birth of Gryffindor, and housed him for the entirety of his life. The manor was extravagant and highly detailed. Some times Harry thought the house had a mind of its own. But then most magical buildings that lasted over thousands of years became somewhat sentient, Hogwarts for example.

The sun was just touching the brim of the trees surrounding the Hollows forest. Harry watched it do so in avid anticipation. Just as the sun reached halfway down the tree line, two dark figures appeared through the forest's foliage and made their way towards the manor. Harry's excited grin caused his cheeks to twitch in pain. He quickly leaped off the windowsill and made a mad dash for the grand staircase.

"They're here!" He screamed, his voice echoed throughout the house. Harry could hear his brother stomping down the extremely long hallway soon after his announcement. His mother poked her head out of the study across from him.

"Harry dear, do not shout in my house. And Ryan Gregory Potter, if you do not stop stomping you feet down that hallway you'll be walking around in toad slippers for the next two weeks," She reprimanded.

Harry smirked; he always loved it when someone scolded Ryan. It reminded him that his brother was still just a teenager, and not the messiah everyone thought he was.

The stomping stopped and Harry quickly went to straddle the banister as the front doors of the manor creaked open and a dark haired man in elegantly crafter robes strode through them. The man was followed a golden haired man with slightly graying hair. He was sporting a pair of plain jeans and a white dress shirt.

"Honestly Sirius, you have to knock first," Remus told his companion.

Sirius wrinkled his nose. "Why? We're family, we practically live here. Would you knock on your own door?"

Remus shook his head exasperatedly. "You never understand anything I tell you."

Sirius grinned, "Maybe you should stop talking then, yeah?"

Harry heard a Remus sigh in resignation. Still grinning like a loon, Harry called out to the two men in the entrance hall. "Sirius! Remus!"

Both men looked up and waved only to take a second look and cry out, "No!"

Harry pushed off from the banister and slid down it at an accelerated speed, a long whoop accompanied his decent. Just as he reached the bottom, both adult wizards' dejectedly gazed at him as he flew through the air and landed 'smack into them' knocking them down in the process.

"Harry," Remus wheezed out from somewhere beneath him. "How many times do we have to tell you not to do that?"

"Ouch, I think you broke my pride." Sirius muttered, his voice muffled by Harry's stomach. "Don't bother Moony; he never listens to us anyway."

Harry rolled off them, greeting them both with a sunny smile. "Maybe you should just stop telling me then?"

Remus let his head fall backwards with a thud. Harry wasn't concerned though, Remus was a werewolf he could take a large amount of pain. "Are you sure you are James' child Harry, because you have more of Sirius in you than anything else."

Sirius offered Remus a hand. "Haha," he laughed and then he whispered conspiratorially, "why did Lily say anything to you?"

"I'd watch out Sirius Black," James Potter called from the stairs as he descended them, the rest of the Potter family in tow.

Sirius threw his arms around James in a brotherly hug. "Jamesie my man, have you come to defend your wife's honor? Do you remember the time we had Remus dressed up as the Princess Bride, and saved him from the evil prince Snape? Or, that was more like me getting my ass kicked by Remus for spelling him into a dress…"

Harry saw a smirk threatening to blossom on Remus' face and hastened to stifle his laughter.

James shoved the arm around his shoulder off and shook his head. "Trust me Sirius; I'd probably be protecting you from her."

Harry snorted as both grown men pouted. "Well unlike you James, I do know how to handle my women."

Harry hid a smile behind his hand as Lily crossed her arms. He could see Ryan's enjoyment bursting through his features as well. "And what, Sirius Black, is that supposed to mean?"

An amused Remus joined in the conversation. "Yes Padfoot, what is that suppose to mean?"

Ryan burst out laughing and Harry soon followed as Sirius held up both his hands in surrender.

Harry turned to Sirius after catching his breath. "Padfoot?"

Sirius finally turned to face him with an offended scowl on his face.

"Sirius, you promised to take me flying over the Alps, remember?" Harry asked.

Sirius must have considered it because he started to grinning like a bipolar cat.

"So I did young pup," Sirius said. "But you'll have to talk to your parents first."

Harry turned to both his parents speculatively. In his opinion he shouldn't have to ask his parents. He was fifteen going on sixteen in two months. He could do what he wanted to. Still, he'd rather just go without an argument, his parents could be annoying sometimes.

Lily slid a loving hand around James' neck. "What do you say dear, should we let those hooligans out after dark?" She inquired to her husband.

For a minute, Harry was sure he had thrown up in his mouth. He had always heated the blatant displays of affection his parents gave each other. He could walk in on Sirius or Remus shagging and not bat an eyelash, but the thought of his parents had him shivering in temporal fear. Not that he had ever seen someone shag ever.

"Please mother, if you're going to answer let be sooner than later, I wish not to see you boning dad in the entrance hall.

Lily blushed darkly and gazed at Harry expressionlessly. "Oh," She began, and then turned to Remus pulling out of James' arms. "Remy, I…I bought a new Magical Creatures text the other day would you like to glance over it for me?"

Remus grunted a confirmation walking away with her down the hall towards the study. Harry could feel the sharp eyes of all the men gazing disproving like at him, and he turned away from them not caring.

Ryan pushed up into Harry's personal space. "What was that about?" He questioned.

Harry treated his brother to glare. "What's it to you?"

Ryan glowered at him. "Why are you such a prick Harry?"

Harry snorted. "Just because I have little appreciation for the affection shown in public between my parents, I'm a prick? I have better things to do with my time, like choking to death."

"This is why you don't have any friends Harry. You're an ass, and you'll never be anything important," Ryan told him, the last part came out snidely.

Harry snatched at his brother's blue t-shirt and pulled him closer. Ryan always knew where and how to push his buttons. Looking at the glint in his brother's eyes he contemplated decking his twin when his father cleared his throat. Both brothers looked at him. James looked utterly helpless. Harry knew why. His father was never good at breaking up fights between his two sons, it normally called for him to take sides, and more often than not, he took Ryan's. Harry hated him for it.

"Boys…" James said slowly, almost uncertainly. Harry relaxed his grip on his brothers shirt and took a few calming breaths.

"Well it doesn't matter what you think, does it?" Harry sneered, turning back to his brother. "Come on Sirius, I don't want to catch the magical down chill later on," he said referring to the cold air that broke through the warming spells at high altitudes.

Harry made to stomp away, but the uneasiness of his Godfather's stance had him turning around to face him still clutching Ryan's shirt. "Sirius?"

His Godfather ran a nervous hand through his hair, "Harry," He said abruptly, "I just remembered that I had a few Auror cases to look over for Donohov." He continued, even though Harry knew he saw his godson shake his head. "I won't be able to make it tonight."

"But why, you just said-"

Sirius turned his head away, not looking daring to look down at him, and Harry knew if he did he would see the lie in his godfathers eyes. "I'm sorry Harry I just remembered…"

This wasn't the first time Sirius had lied to him. And Harry knew it would not be the last. He wanted so desperately to be with his godfather, yet lately Sirius did not want to be around him at all. Harry had tried talking to the man about it on many occasions. Every time, Sirius would change the subject to something completely irrelevant like- How was his relationship with Ryan going? And Harry would storm away angry, not wanting to hear Sirius tell him that Ryan is going through a tough time and Harry should treat his brother with more respect. That was ridiculous; no one in the world had more respect than Ryan Potter did.

Harry shoved Ryan out of his way and dashed up the staircase. "I Hate You!"

Fine, Harry thought, If he doesn't want to be near me then I don't want to even think about him.