Summary- Harry has always been ignored in favor of his younger twin brother. Who is believed to be the so called boy-who-lived. His parents belittle and to some extent abuse Harry. Because in their minds Harry doesn't fit in their, oh so perfect family, to them he is dark while they're light. They see Harry as something that wasn't supposed to be; a stain in their perfect life. So they do everything in their power to make sure he is kept away from anyone who could possible connect him to them. They get a huge chance to do this when Harry gets a letter to another school, one they have never heard of; best of all it is nowhere near Hogwarts. Quickly they sent an acceptance letter to said school eager to see Harry gone…too bad they didn't read further in to the letter. What happens when Harry goes to a school where he can truly be himself? How will he turn out when the only one from his family that cares about him is his younger sister…who he rarely actually gets a chance to see?

***this had potter bashing as in James Lily and their son bashing***

****Manipulative Dumbledore****

*****I do not own Harry Potter*****

CHAPTER SIX

Harry was sitting in the room he had been assigned for his stay as Starlight academy. He still had another week and a half until the school actually started and currently he was reading on the book he had gotten for his upcoming classes. That is he was reading his new books until he heard something pecking at the window in his room.

Turning quickly, one of the daggers he had gotten from his vault in his hand, Harry was ready to face whatever was making that sound. Only to nearly drop the dagger in his hand when he was that it was only an owl knocking on his window; a very familiar looking owl carrying a letter on its leg.

Seeing this owl, which Harry knew to be his sister owl, who was perhaps the only one who would every write to him and the only one Harry would bother writing back to in return, Harry blushed bright red; embarrassed that he had reacted as he had. Before going over to the window and opening it up so that he could get his sisters letter. Once he got it Harry quickly began to read it; hoping he would be getting some of the answers he desperately wanted.

Hey, big brother.

First, I want to ask are you okay; really okay? Second, I want to tell you that I really miss you already, and that if Dad has any say in it I probably will not be able to get in contact with you often…speaking of Dad he looked really angry when he came back downstairs; he said you ran off. I don't believe him you wouldn't leave without saying goodbye to me for a good reason; nor would you up a leave for no reason at all. I also know that it is dad…James's, and maybe the idiot that I am ashamed to call a brother, fault that you left. I don't know exactly how it is, but I am pretty sure I know the why; even if I really wish it I didn't or it wasn't true.

But enough of that for now, because I am sure you want to know just what had gotten da-James in the mood he was in when you last saw him right? Or at least what got him so steamed up during the trip to Diagon alley right?

Well, I'll tell you. You see the trip to Diagon alley started off just how both James, and mom wanted it too. You know the basics everyone was fawning over the oh so great boy who lived and pretty much bowing down in front of them. Doing whatever they could to make the three of them happy; trying everything they could to get in their good books. To get in the good books of the Boy who lived.

That's when things took a turn for the worst and all it took was one certain family; to be more precise the Malfoy family. As it turns out they were out shopping for their son's school supplies the same time we were; worst of all they seemed to know about you. This alone made our so called dad really mad. Seeing as he didn't want anyone to know about what he considers a shame to his family. Even if it slips his mind that some people obviously know about you….

Anyway the fact that the Malfoy's mad him mad but what they did next made him down right furious. More at you then at the Malfoy's for some strange reason; as if you controlled them or something. Anyway what happened was Lucius Malfoy, the head of the house if I heard right, began to taunt father about how his family didn't have a true head of house. As it turn out James isn't the head of house like he's been saying he is; did you know that?

But that wasn't the only thing Malfoy said, not that that didn't already make our so called father angry, because I could tell 'dad' was already steamed up at hearing that. Which only got worse when Malfoy started suggesting that YOU maybe the next head of house. Started talking down to both our father and brother saying you were the only one of worth that he could see that could possible ever be head of house; he even said oh 'brother' was the worst excuse of a wizard he had ever seen and that he would never be good enough to be the head of a house; let alone a noble or ancient one like the Potter.

As you can imagine this didn't make James, or our brother, happy in the least bit; I think you can attest to that seeing as you met up with us almost right after that…as well as the after effects of him telling 'best' friends about what happened later one. If I were you I would be really careful about how or when you come home because James has been going on about teaching you your place; or something similar to that.

As for how things are going now well currently things are going pretty good; even if I do really miss you. I just left the living room I couldn't take the site of out dear brother hanging out with that prat Ron Weasley anymore. Why does both Ron and Ginny have to be so different from their older brother and father? And why for that matter do they have to come over here so often. I swear if I have to see that red haired harpy go fan girl over the boy who should have just died and made everyone happy by doing so then I am going to scream; or start considering murder a certain someone….Hey big brother remember the day we met all of the Weasley family, I know I will the looks on are parent's face when Author of all people nearly cursed them out will always be one of my happier memories.

Well until next time

Your loving sister Alyssa Potter

Harry after reading this felt several different emotions, glade that he finally had some of the answers he wanted, angry with the way his father, as well as his brother, over reacted to something a simply as taunting, relieved that his sister understood him and in no way blamed him, as well as amused as he recalled just the memory Alyssa was talking about; as he recalled the first time he had met the entire Weasely family.

Flashback

Harry stared at the mirror in front of him with a sigh. He had been told about five minutes ago to be ready because some family friends were coming over; family friends they hadn't been able to see in a long time. At the same time he had been told this Harry had also been told not to embarrass them and that if they could they would have locked him in the attic to keep him from being seen. Sadly, at least in his father's mind, the family friends knew about Harry so they couldn't hide him or there would be questions that the Potter's wouldn't want to answer.

Harry really wasn't looking forward to meeting these family friends, he never was. Mainly because these meeting always ended up going the exact same way each and every time they happened. Harry always seemed to be pushed aside, or looked down upon by this so called family's friends. In fact Harry knew that the only person he had at his side was his little sister and she was much too young to be any help. After all how much help can a four year old be, especially to a ten year old?

Harry just knew this visit wasn't going to be any different than the ones to Sirius, Remus, or even to the Longbottoms. But at the same time he knew he didn't have a choice in the matter, he would be meeting these Weasley's one way or another, and if he didn't want to earn a punishment after they left he better do as his father said by making sure he is ready by the time the Weasley's arrive.

Sighing softly to himself and looked back to into the mirror in front of him again; he was as ready as he was going to get. Especially considering what he had to get ready with. Currently Harry was dressed in a thin, slightly worn, red t-shirt and a pair of old black slacks. With his normal shoulder length pitch black hair pulled into a low ponytail; he actually looked pretty good. But despite this Harry knew his father would find some fault in it, and that he would have to listen to his father as he ranted at him for embarrassing his family; like he had to every time Harry was brought out to meet someone new. So all Harry did was take a deep breath to calm himself down and walked out the door; it was time to finally meet the Weasleys.

It seemed Harry had come downstairs just in time because as soon as he entered the living room of the house, where the Floo was connect, a large family, who Harry was assuming were the Weasleys, came out of the fireplace. Harry seeing this family, and knowing from experience, began to take in the family memorizing their looks, actions, and voices before he even got their names.

The first one to come through the fire place was a tall thin looking man with bright red hair, which was just starting to get a blading spot, as well as a pair of rather old looking glasses perched on his face. He had a kind sounding voice, as well as Gentle eyes. He was obviously the father of the group and without even knowing him Harry found himself like this man. Harry deiced to mentally dup him the rather unoriginal name the father until he could get his real name,

The second person that came through the Floo was an older woman who had laugh lines around her mouth, was slightly plumb and also had bright shoulder length red hair. Not only that but she also had a look in her eyes that reminded Harry of a mother bear. There was also something about her, what Harry wasn't quite sure, that rubbed him the wrong way. But despite this feeling, which he was trying his best to currently ignore; Harry could tell this was the mother of the Weasely family. Which until he found out her name Harry would call mama bear.

The third person that came in was the one of the children of the Weasleys, and was what Harry believed to be the oldest child, Not that he could really be called a child any long seeing as he looked to be almost a full grown adult to Harry's eyes. This teen, even to Harry's unexperienced eyes, couldn't be called anything else but cool. He looked to be about eighteen years old with a little bit longer than shoulder length dark red hair. He had a lean muscular build and a devil may care smirk on his face. Seeing this Harry had only on word in his head and it's what he decided to name this Weasley; that was Cool.

After him another teen, perhaps a year younger than the first one enter, unlike his brother he didn't radiate cool but rather wild and dangerous. This didn't make Harry like him any less. If anything Harry was more fascinated by this brother then the other one. He was around seventeen and had a much larger build then his slightly older brother as well as shorter, though wilder, bright red hair. Harry seeing him decided to mentally dub him the wild one; at least until he found his real name and then perhaps after that as well. After all to Harry the name really suited him,

The fifth person who exited the floo was someone Harry wasn't quite sure he would like. He looked to be a rather stuck up teen about the age of twelve. He also had red hair but unlike his bothers, or his parents, he had his hair smoothed back in neat order. He also, similar to his father, had glasses. But what really caught Harry's attention about this teen, and what made Harry unsure if he would like him, was the look on his face. He looked like rather strict and like he lived by the rules. Harry decided to call him by the book; at least until he found more about him or until he got his real name.

After the one Harry had mentally named by the book was a set of twin. Twin that upon seeing Harry felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand out. He could tell from their grins alone that they were pranksters, and with their slightly older brother Harry wasn't sure if he liked them because of this fact; his brother had attempted to prank him to many times for him to be really comfortable around unknown pranksters. Harry also got the feeling, that unlike his brother, these two were really good pranksters. The Pranksters, which was what Harry's mind had decided to call the pair of twins, were both red heads that looked to be around the age eleven. They had a large aura of mischief around them and both of them were grinning widely at Harry; causing Harry to shuffle back some to create some distance between him and them.

Once the Twins had left the fire place it lite up again letting in a young kid, who looked to be around Harry and his brother's age, and once Harry got a good look at him Harry immediacy could tell that he wouldn't like this boy; not at all. He was tall and skinny for his age with bright red hair, just like the rest of his family. But what mad Harry so sure that he wouldn't be able to stand the boy was the look in eyes, and the sneer on his face once he saw him. Harry could tell just from that look alone the boy would be just like his brother. This is why Harry decided to call him, Follower one. Because Harry knew that is just what he would become one of the boy who lived little lap dogs.

Harry watched as the Floo lit up one last time and let the last of the Weasely family through. This one was a little girl, the only girl besides the mother, and she looked to be about a year younger than Harry. She like the mother also made Harry get a bad feeling and rubbed him the wrong way; again for reason Harry didn't quite know yet. But besides that feeling Harry could say that she was a cute girl; in a kind of county girl kind of way. She had bright fiery red hair that fell down her back to just below her shoulders as she was wearing a light blue dress; that matched her eyes. Eyes that caused Harry to caused Harry to mentally label her little Blue bird; that is until he knew her name like all of the others.

Harry once he had a good look, as well as feel of the entire Weasely family waited until both his mother and father had welcomed them all to their house and waited for them to all be introduced. He didn't have to wait long. Because after about five minute of talking to each other, and become reestablished with each other James turned to where Chris was standing, with Harry and his little sister Alyssa being as far as the could away from him without making it too obvious, and began to introducing everyone to him.

"Okay son, I want you to meet some old friends of mine and their kids." Here James put his hand on the one Harry had mentally dubbed the father before continuing.

"This is Arthur Weasely." Next he put his hand on the one Harry had deiced to name Mother Bear and told Chris.

"This is Molly Weasely, she is Arthur's wife." Next James moved over to the eldest son, or Cool as Harry had labeled him.

"This is Bill Weasely, he is their oldest son and has just finished Hogwarts, and I think he is planning on having something to do with working with Curses." Next he went to the on Harry had decided to call the wild one and put his hand on his shoulder.

"This one here is Arthur and Molly's second oldest son, His name is Charlie, and he is still in Hogwarts; though I hear he is a pretty good seeker." Harry was taking in all of these name but even as he did so he could tell that Chris wasn't paying attention, and that he was about to lose his temper. Something that James seemed to have noticed as well because he began to speed up the introductions. Naming by the book as a thirteen year old called Percy, the prankster twins and Fred and George Weasleys. Before naming the last two as both Ron and Ginny Weasely respectfully.

After introducing everyone, and preventing the tantrum that Chris was going to throw, Lily and James guided everyone out of the living room and into another room where they had everything for a small party set up.

Everyone had been mingling and getting reestablished with each other when it happened. Chris, like all the other times they had guest around, started to cruel taunt, as well as push around, both Harry and Alyssa; well mainly Harry seeing as Harry wouldn't let anyone touch his little sister. While all the while his father stood off to the side watching not doing a single thing to stop him, and if anything almost looking encouraging of what his son was doing. However, to Harry shock, the Weasely didn't look away to ignore it, or even look like they thought it was all in good fun, like the other family had done before; in an attempt to stay on the boy who lived good side. No their reaction was one Harry had hoped for, and given up on years ago, well Author's Bill's, Charlie's, Percy, Twins were; while Molly look unsure how to act and both Ron and Ginny looked like they agreed with whatever Chris wanted them to.

The six elder Weasleys all seemed to be completely disgusted about what Chris was doing, and didn't seem the least bit hesitant on letting all of the Potters know this. Despite knowing that he would be punished for this, and knowing that somehow his father would twist what had happened so it would all be blamed on him, Harry couldn't help but be in awe about what was happening; as well as get a small case of hero worship for the first people to ever stand up against his father for him.

END Flashback

Thinking back on this Harry couldn't help but smile, that had been one of his view happier memories of his childhood, and despite the fact that the Majority of the Weasleys weren't allowed back in the Potter Manor, all but Ron, Ginny, and Molly in fact, Harry still did whatever he could to keep in contact with the rest; with them returning the favor.