DITD: Knowing Boy

Characters: Harry, Lily, James, etc.

Hadyn James Potter was born July 31st at the last minute while his twin brother was born the first minute of August. He was a smart boy from the smart who didn't always cry like his brother did at every inconvenience. He chose instead to watch. The attention quickly strayed from him to his normal brother; his family thought that maybe something might have been wrong.

Halloween night when the boys were a year old a madman attacked their home. Curiosities of magic worked their unknown way and reflected the infamous killing curse back at its caster. Godric's Hollow, falling apart around the two boys, would leave many effects. Cut on his chest as his older brother fell to the dark and dreams of unconsciousness, Jamien Haraldo Potter was thrown on shoulders, and an old man with manipulative and twinkling blue eyes that smelled of lemon drops and verituserum claimed him 'The-Boy-Who-Lived', whatever that meant. Jamien Potter was thought to have destroyed this dark lord and little of anything was spared for the Potter heir, though James Harold Potter didn't really think of him that way.

Hadyn James Potter wasn't abused, but his parents did not really spare feelings for him. He was neglected. It wasn't like he didn't have clothes; it was the little things that stood out. Harry's opinion on even color was never asked. Jamien got what he wanted, when he wanted, how he wanted, and with whom he wanted. There had never really been a twin bond between the two of them, which would later shock the Weasley twins into a brotherly love with Hadyn.

A few years pass by and the neglected son can often be found in the Potter Library or adventuring around the Potter forests where many creatures lay. His parents thought him quiet and an unspoken thought traveled between them. Maybe he wasn't all there. Maybe he was a tad out of where his brother was. Maybe he just didn't care. Maybe he had no magic, so he wasn't interested in things Jamien was. Hadyn Potter learned not to care for Lily and James Potter as they had never cared for him. His own godfather had spirited his twin brother away and left him in the dust too.

But Jamien's godfather, Remus "Moony" Lupin, seemed to have a kind eye for the boy and quickly learned that Harry was not mentally ill or a squib. He would follow his 'cub' from a while away and watch over him when he chose to roam the gates and numerous portraits, greeting animals, ancestors, and house elves alike and being greeted in the curious fondness he gave off. The portraits, he found, were much more cooperative and knowledgeable when Harry asked for something or asked about something that caught his interest.

What Harry never showed or talked of was that he learned to talk to the power that drummed in his veins in a way that had no been done before. The presences that always surrounded him lifted his spirits and sung him to sleep the way his mother and father did to his brother. He was pleased, and he liked to watch the animals' flow of energy, the colors fascinating and the various rhythms lively.

When he turned four, his uncle Moony, as he called him, had taken him to a clan meeting secretly when he got stuck baby sitting. Harry particularly liked the couples that sat poshly on the high thrones and liked to glare and converse heatedly with each other. They meshed in his child mind. He couldn't really explain it though. They liked to sneer at one another and wage battles of will.

He didn't like the battle part of it, but it was amusing.

He knew them only by nicknames. There were elves and vampire elders. There were Were pack leaders and Centaur groups. There were different types of lamia from beautiful snake women, men and children who he often spoke to in their hissing and translated for those who did not understand or were not bonded to snakes. There were even a few Satyrs, though not really in large groups. Satyrs are half man and half goat with some monkey blood. They are quite agile, and like trees despite their land based feet.

The harpies he wasn't fond of at first, as they always talked of stealing him away and eating him. But soon it was just teasing and they liked to tease more then they really ate. Most harpies, he found, ate smaller prey and many greens. Sometimes they would be greeted by a moon women, a giant woman who came out at night to lay eggs. She had a giant human female body but out of the eggs came modern giants and all sorts of other creatures with some part human. Usually they had at least the head of a human, but not always. Often the hatched would disappear into the forest and never be heard from again. He felt sorry for the Moon Woman and called her "Ma'am Moon."

Sometimes gansas, swans with webbed feet and a single talon often flew around her. She told him that they would flock to her in mass droves when it was time for migration and she would chaperone them to the moon until it was time to come back and be normal geese for the spring.

Baphomets were a two headed person, with one head being male and the other female. At first he thought it had to be in the woman's body, but he learned later that it would just be rude to walk around naked in a man's body. They acted like twins and he liked most of them, though sometimes they were quite different. Senka he knew was kind and strict while her brother head Sunko was grouchy. But when it came to decisions, they were clear and together.

He even got to meat a golem once, and Agurine, a lamia, taught him how to make it like himself. Hadyn wrote "EMET" on its forehead and it turned into a replica of himself. It wasn't very smart though and he eventually rubbed the E off of it, letting it fall back into it's clay ball that it came from.

A Nereid is a sea Nymph. There are fifty daughters of Nereus, and sometimes Engina came by. She had shockingly electric blue hair and purple eyes. She was a normal size for a human female, and acted like one. The only main difference was that she had small gills behind her ears, and her feet would shift into a mushy fin when in the water.

Naiades are her cousins that live in small bodies of water like fountains and little diving pools. When you look into blue water and see your reflection, they splash you if they like you. Harry got splashed a lot; it made him aware of how much he was around water, but he didn't dislike it.

Mermaids were half-sisters of neraids, much the same as their own half-sisters. The only real difference was that mermaids always had fins, and never feet. Rarely, a melusine (mermaid with two tails instead of two feet) by the name of Aisilie accompanied some coming from the sea. She was polite but remained quiet, keeping her thoughts to herself.

Once, he even saw a Were that was lower in a pack present a Goose tree to one of the higher Weres. He had to save the lower's hide when the elder was offended. He didn't much like either of them but he told them that the geese represented beauty while the fact that they grew from trees instead of being born or hatched represented that they lived and died like the tree, and when they died their own ashes would help fertilize underneath and possibly grow another sapling. They calmed but he could tell that he alpha was a macho man and didn't really care. He didn't really think he'd last much longer.

Hadyn led an odd life, and much to Moony's shock, but inward role of the eyes, many of the magical creatures that would usually have nothing to do with anyone not of their kind took a liking to the young boy that wanted to know about them and treated them as if they were only kind of different in that they weren't Harry himself.

Taking a liking to the boy, many of the leaders met with him, and they dubbed him Shadyn Greene of the Grey. They had feuded for so long that he seemed to be some miracle super glue, and just stuck all together for him. He was like a bridge between continents. The magical animal kingdom that only passed by word of mouth referred to him as Shadyn Greene of Grey light, formally, and then Shadyn in person.

When he was 4 and 7 months, he came across a clearing he had never seen before. Though he was cautious, his mind knew that this was part of his land, and his curiosity won out. He liked to wander and find new places. When his mind spun out of control and the ground started coming up to him, he knew he should have listened to the caution in him, but it was too late now.

Legend speaks of a boy. Before the Founders and Myrridin and Arthur Pendragon and the round table were around. Before the power of magic was known or harnessed. Before the magical creatures started appearing, there came a legend, a legend about a boy who first spoke "Magic." But then, its just a legend, and many things are just gossip. But then, even the most unlikely things have the slightest hint of truth.

End. Im working on a fic to it. H/G for sure. Not done, it'll be a while.