Prologue

A/N- Hello! It is my first fanfiction so please bear with me..

It was a dreary night. Raining heavily. The people of Godric's Hollow were either in their homes or at various places enjoying the Halloween party. Kids in raincoats and umbrellas were occasionally seen with there bags of treats. But despite the festive mood, the nature was anything but. As if the nature knew that something sinful was going to happen this night- the night of October 31st 1981.

Lord Voldemort was gliding down the street, with the intention of murder in his mind. One would think that this is absurd because the Dark Lord only orders raids to be done. While it was true, there was a very special reason why he alone had to perform this murder- it would signify either his victory or his defeat. Although, he was sure it would be victory. How very wrong he was.

You see- one of his trusted- Severus Snape had overheard a prophecy being sprouted by Sybil Trelawney, the great-granddaughter of Cassandra Trelawney- a known and famous seer. While he had neither the aptitude nor the patience for this art, the prophecy sprouted by the woman was concerning him. It went as follows-

"The one to vanquish the Dark Lord arrives

Born to those who has thrice defied him

Born, as the seventh month dies.

..."

Unfortunately, Severus had to flee because the upstart Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry had noticed that someone else has been listening into the prophecy. The good thing was that Severus was not recognized by Dumbledore- long live the Deatheater cloak and masks. Though he could not hear the full prophecy, something was clear- if he didn't kill the one who was prophesized soon, then he would be killed...no vanquished. Ah, whatever.

So, maybe now they understood as to why he- The Dark Lord Voldemort (which also means 'flight from death' if anyone's interested) will go for a raid. The murder made sure that he would rule the Wizarding World and be invincible.

There had been two sets of parents who had thrice defied him- James Potter and Lily Evans Potter. The other set was Frank Longbottom and Alice Brockhurst Longbottom. Both sets of parents had children at the end of July, as Wormtail (a close friend of Potter's) informed him. Born on the 30th of July- Neville Franklin Longbottom. Also born on 31st July were a set of twins- Adrian Alexander Potter and Harrison James Potter. He had decided on the Potter boys because they were born on the last day of July- the 31st.

The parents were out of the house to celebrate Halloween, leaving Peter (who was also the secret keeper for the house, because the Potters and Longbottoms had been informed that Voldemort was after them so they had went in hiding making Peter the Secret Keeper while bluffing that it was Sirius Black [James' brother in all but blood] was their Secret Keeper. It would have worked very well indeed if Peter was not a Death Eater.) to be the babysitter for the twins. He was told that Black and Lupin were detained by the party itself.

He twisted the Anti-Apparition and Anti-Portkey wards around to suit his own needs. The rest, he could take down by a slash of the wand. It seemed that the Fidelius Charm was the main protection followed by the Anti-Apparition and Anti-Portkey wards. The rest were there to just slow him down...or...irritate him. He thought it was the former.

The door was opened by the traitor- Peter Pettigrew, or as he is known by the rest of the Death Eaters- Wormtail. He seemed a bit nervous. Voldemort almost sneered. The man was pathetic. A sniveling piece of useless shit. But at times like these, he had his merits.

He went in.

As Voldemort went to the nursery, the first thing that hit him were vibrant colors- bright red and gold complete with lions and snitches. It took him a while to get used to this. He swore that anyone would become colorblind if they continued to get such a bright blast of colors. Wormtail just blinked once.

Then he noticed the two cribs. One had a chubby red-haired, hazel-eyed boy whose eyes were welling with tears by seeing him- the golden plate fixed in front of the crib had the writing- Adrian on it with bright red letters and a slightly bulky font. The boy's core (yes, it was a rare gift- mage sight. He was the first in centuries since Herpo the Foul to gain this gift. Although it is rumored that both Merlin and Slytherin had mage sight.) was sickeningly bright and average for a one-year-old's.

On the other crib, sat a thin- but not overly so boy with slightly messy raven black hair (not like his father's though- Potter Sr.'s hair is a bird nest) with sharp features which showed his noble birth and Avada Kedavra emerald eyes. A shade darker than his mother's. He also had long fingers- the signs of a warrior. The red lettering on the golden plate with a slim cursive font read Harrison. The boy practically emitted power- his core was grey leaning more towards dark (the irony was not lost), it was wayy bigger but seemed to suit the one-year-old wizard. He was looking at him with curious eyes holding intelligence far more than his age. He was powerful already. If he lived- he would be more powerful than either him or Dumbledore. He would have made a great apprentice and maybe even the appropriate heir to Slytherin, but sadly he had to die. It was to gain invincibility.

Harrison was younger too- born at the stroke of midnight, signifying the literal end or death of July while his brother was born mere minutes before- on 11:55pm.

As he raised his wand to cast the forbidden Killing Curse- he thought that it would be bad that he had not got the package deal. Oh well, he thought seeing one of their children dead will be more devastating than they themselves dying.

As the words- 'Avada Kedavra' left his lips, the younger twin did something unbelievable. He raised his hand and from his fingertips emerged a golden-red shield which covered both him and his brother- he had a look of pure concentration on his face. Time seemed to slow down. Voldemort watched in horror and fascination as the sickly green light sped towards the shield, making a small fracture in it and speeding towards the charcoal-haired boy's forehead. Then, the unimaginable happened. The Killing Curse was absorbed into his forehead leaving a lightning-bolt scar, the same as that of the wand-movement of the Killing Curse. As the boy slumped and Voldemort thought that he was dead- the green-eyed boy let lose a terrible half-scream, half-cry and the same Killing Curse was somehow ricocheted by the boy and sped towards him as if the boy was acting like some sort of unbreakable mirror (normal mirrors would be broken by the sheer strength of the spell). He had now no doubt in mind that this was the wizard the prophecy talked about. A one-year-old with just bouts of accidental magic who could go as far as flinging the Killing Curse back at the caster had to be powerful. Speaking of the Killing Curse- it was speeding up towards him-he wouldn't move aside because the Killing Curse was speeding towards him very fast and he was still in shock seeing first-hand that a one-year-old survived a Killing Curse. His last thought before getting hit was- 'I should have taken him today and made him my perfect son and heir'

A second later he was hit with the same curse which was to wipe his bane of existence from the planet and his whole body erupted in unimaginable pain- it was like the Horcrux ritual, only 5 times worse.

A shard of his soul flew from his body and latched itself with Harry. Even if Harry is extraordinarily powerful, he was still a one-year-old and so he started crying- breaking down in sobs. However his crying paled in comparison to the constant wailing from Adrian which started from the moment he raised the wand to cast the forbidden spell.

The rest of Voldemort's soul (which was, admittedly, not much) fled from the room and flew to Hufflepuff's Cup, one of his many soul anchors. The reason he chose it because Bella had kept the Cup with her and since she had the infamous Black Family Library at her disposal, it made it relatively easy to find a Restoration Ritual.

Pettigrew, seeing all of it decided to make a run for it. He transformed into his Animagus Form (a rat) and made a run for it.

Meanwhile, Harry's connection wavered because he was in pain and that in turn fused out the shield. Adrian got hit by a peculiar piece of falling debris (it looked like a heart) and hit him on the right hand. Adrian's crying increased.

Meanwhile, at the party the Potters felt something completely wrong. They told it to Remus and Sirius. A few minutes later, Dumbledore went informing that Voldemort had attacked the twins. Lily was hysterical and James wasn't faring any better. The both (along with Remus, Sirius and Albus) tried to apparate to their house, but they couldn't. They found out that the wards had been twisted only allowing Voldemort access so they went in the normal way. As they went to the nursery, they saw Adrian crying loudly and Harry was either sleeping or dead.

The couple put Adrian on James' lap as Lily performed the standard infant healing charm. Adrian's crying subsided. Then with the help of a cleaning charm, she siphoned off the blood.

Meanwhile, Sirius went over to Harry thing the worst. As he went towards his crib and tried very hard not to cry, Harry (Harrison is dubbed 'Harry') opened his eyes again and started crying. Sirius nearly sobbed with relief. Then he performed a basic diagnostic charm and, when he did not find anything except a small cut (A/N- Remember that he has performed a standard diagnostic charm, it wouldn't pick up on the horcrux), he used an infant healing charm, a soothing charm and a sleeping charm to make him go back to sleep. Lily and James were unaware of all this, talking to Dumbledore. He went over.

Meanwhile, Dumbledore saw that as Lily siphoned off the blood, a heart-shaped scar on Adrian's hand. The scar leaked of ancient magic but it wasn't anything like Tom's. After a while, Albus declared- "All hail Adrian Alexander Potter, the boy-who-lived!"

James looked at his boy in awe while Lily asked- "How can you be so sure?"

"Adrian here has a heart-shaped scar. He was also awake while Harry was asleep. We can only say that, Adrian who wanted to save his brother stepped in front of the Killing Curse and created a shield of pure love which made that heart-shaped scar on his hand." Dumbledore said and, just like that everyone accepted it- after all, Albus Dumbledore could never do or say anything wrong.

So, just like that no-one checked the younger Potter boy for any spells or curses. If any of them had, they would have been surprised to learn that dark magic was rolling off waves from the lightening-bolt scar which was hidden by his fringe.

Over the years, Adrian was showered with love and affection (not to mention anything he wanted) while Harry was slowly forgotten, faded from the minds of the Potters.

And so, began the adventure of one Harrison James- the real boy-who-lived.

A/N- Hi! Please Read & Review.