A/N: I just have to say that I do not own Harry Potter. I did use some interactions from the first book, but I tried to make them my own. The only thing I straight up copied was the Hogwarts letter. It was just easier that way. Anyway, he is the next chapter for you guys. I hope you enjoy!

One Year Later

It had been almost one year since the twins last birthday gala, or more like Chris' last birthday gala, and Harry had all but avoided his family at every opportunity. Every chance that he got to be alone he took, simply because he no longer felt the need to try and incorporate himself into their lives when they clearly didn't want him to. So, this last year found him spending more and more time in the library getting ready for the journey that awaited him at Hogwarts. He was positive that he would be in either Ravenclaw or Slytherin. There was no way that he was going to spend seven years in the house of lions with his brother and his minions, and Hufflepuff was out of the question as well. He had nothing against the Puffs, he just knew that he didn't belong in their house. He was just finishing up the book that his Uncle Sirius had gotten him for his birthday last year for probably the hundredth time, when he heard his mother calling Chris down to breakfast without a thought to Harry. Sighing he stood up from the chair at his desk that he had been sitting in for most of the morning already, knowing that the Hogwarts letters would most likely arrive today. It was the twins eleventh birthday after all.

As Harry entered the small family dining room, he noticed that his mother and father were already seated at the table and barely glanced at him before resuming what they had been doing before he arrived. He made his way to the chair that was farthest away from them and took a seat when Chris came sleepily shambling into the room still in his pajamas.

"Good morning Chris. How did you sleep?" His mother asked as said boy fell heavily into the remaining chair at the table. Harry gritted his teeth in bitterness at that, seeing as how she hadn't asked him how he had slept in years. The only response she got was a sluggish yawn out his brother.

"Your letter should arrive today, son. What do you say we make a family trip to Diagon Alley to pick up all of your school supplies and then have lunch at The Leaky Cauldron?" His father piped in, a little too cheerful for both Harry's and Chris' taste. That did however get some life to pour into Chris' face at the prospect of going to Diagon Alley.

"Sure, dad. That sounds great! Can we stop at Quality Quidditch while we're there? The new Nimbus 2000 just came out a few days ago and I've been dying to get a look at it!" Chris exclaimed in excitement.

"Of course, we can Chris. I've been wanting to see it myself too." His father responded. The entire time they all acted as if Harry wasn't there, as if he was under his father's invisibility cloak, and his opinion didn't matter one bit. Harry, knowing that they would forget to ask if he needed anything, decided to chime in to ask if he could go as well when he caught sight of a small black dot flying closer and closer to the manor out of the window he was facing. As the dot got closer, he could see that it was an owl with two letters clamped in its beak. Not wanting the poor thing to fly into a closed window or have to wait for it to be opened when it got here, Harry stood up and moved to open it for the owl. The owl gracefully flew through the open window to land on the back of the empty chair that Harry had been occupying up until this very moment. Chris rushed over and snatched the letter from its beak, the animal hooting indignantly at him for the harsh motion. Dropping the second letter not addressed to him, he tore into his own letter to begin reading it. Harry quietly moved to scoop his letter from the ground where Chris had unceremoniously dropped it and fed the owl a few pieces of his untouched bacon. It hooted at him appreciatively before taking wing back to Hogwarts.

He looked down to see the letter addressed to:

Mr. Harrison Potter

East Wing Bedroom, Potter Manor

Wiltshire, England

He flipped the letter over and carefully broke the wax seal bearing the Hogwarts crest and slid the parchment from inside the envelope and began to scan the words that were written there.

Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Headmaster Albus Dumbledore

(Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc., Chf. Warlock,

Supreme Mugwump, International Confed. of Wizards)

Dear Mr. Potter,

We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a of all necessary books and equipment.

Term begins on 1 September. We await your owl by no later than 31 July.

Yours sincerely,

Minerva McGonagall

Deputy Headmistress

UNIFORM

First-year students will require:

Three sets of plain work robes (black)

One plain pointed hat (black) for day wear

One pair of protective gloves (dragon hide or similar)

One winter cloak (black, with silver fastenings)

Please note that all pupil's clothes should carry name tags.

COURSE BOOKS

All students should have a copy of the following:

The Standard Book of Spells (Grade 1) by Miranda Goshawk

A History of Magic by Bathilda Bagshot

Magical Theory by Adalbert Waffling

A Beginner's Guide to Transfiguration by Emeric Switch

One Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi by Phyllida Spore

Magical Drafts and Potions by Arsenius Jigger

Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them by Newt Scamander

The Dark Forces: A Guide to Self-Protection by Quentin Trimble

OTHER EQUIPMENT

1 wand

1 cauldron (pewter, standard size 2)

1 set glass or crystal phials

1 telescope

1 set brass scales

Students may also bring, if they desire, an owl OR a cat OR a toad.

PARENTS ARE REMINDED THAT FIRST YEARS ARE

NOT ALLOWED THEIR OWN BROOMSTICKS.

A rush of excitement filled Harry as he was finally going to Hogwarts, where he could shine as bright as he could, be the best he could, and not have to worry about anyone thinking he was just trying to outshine Chris' limelight. As he turned to ask his parents the question that he had forgotten about in the excitement of the owl arriving, he felt for just a moment a pang of sadness and longing when he saw them hugging Chris, faces shining with pride. He shoved the feelings down before clearing his throat to get their attention. James looked at him with something akin to guilt flashing briefly across his face.

"Father, I was wondering if I would be able to come along to Diagon Alley to gather my supplies as well? I can do all of my shopping on my own and wouldn't need any supervision." Harry formally stated as he was still working on suppressing the emotions welling up inside of him. He didn't allow any of what he was feeling to show on his face, because he would not allow his parents to know that they could still affect him in such ways. James and Lily shared a look as if to say that they didn't really want him to go but since he offered to go on his own, they just might allow it. After a few moments of a silent conversation between the two they seemed to come to a conclusion.

"Okay Harry, you can go to Diagon Alley too. We'll stop by Gringotts and get you enough spending money to cover the supplies with a little extra for whatever you want." Lily finally declared. Harry was slightly surprised that he was getting more money than what he would need but did not complain. He would need an owl and some books to read during his free time. He simply nodded at his mother and muttered a quiet thank you before leaving to go get ready.

After everyone was ready to go, they all met in the main parlor to travel to Diagon Alley by floo. James ushered Harry forward to go first. Harry stepped up to the fireplace and took a pinch of the floo powder that was offered to him before throwing it at his feet and speaking the words "Diagon Alley," and disappeared in a flash of green flames. A few seconds later he appears in the fireplace of The Leaky Cauldron. He steps out to wait on the others to come through, and after a few seconds both his mother and father appear but Chris is nowhere to be seen.

James and Lily both look worried when they don't see their other son waiting for them with Harry. They question him as to where his brother has gotten off to, but Harry has no answer for them since he had not seen Chris come through the floo. The concerned looks on their faces deepen at his non answer before James grabs Harry by the shoulder and steers him into the alley behind the pub which was the entrance to Diagon Alley if you knew the right brick to tap. After James tapped the specific brick with his wand, from the rubbish bin three up and two across, the entrance way to Diagon Alley revealed itself. The three entered the alley and immediately began searching for Chris, well his parents did, Harry just walked along with them. Finally, after searching for a few minutes, they saw Chris being drug out of Knockturn Alley by Hagrid, the half-giant groundskeeper of Hogwarts and a good friend the boys' parents.

"Chris! What on Earth were you doing down there?!" His mother hysterically shouted when she saw where they were coming from.

"I inhaled some of the floo powder when I was saying Diagon Alley and it made me cough some. So, I think I missed pronounced it, and it took me one fireplace to far. I ended up in Borgin and Burkes. I got out of there as fast as I could and ran into Hagrid here." Chris sheepishly replied, rubbing the back of his neck embarrassed.

Lily stepped towards Chris and began to dust off his robes as they were covered in soot and dust. He had also broken his glasses, so she repaired them with a simple "Reparo." James then clasped him on the shoulder before announcing that they should head to Gringotts. Hagrid walked with them since he was headed that way on "Hogwarts business" as he put it. Harry was slightly curious as to what that meant but decided not to question it. Once at the bank Hagrid went on his way and the Potters met with their account manager before heading to the family vault. After the thrilling cart ride, they were finally at the Potter vault which held a lot more than money. It held all the family heirlooms that were either too precious or old to keep at the manor, it held all the Potter ancestor wands, it held portraits of Potter family members, it held hundreds of books that again were either too precious or old to keep at the manor. James went into the vault to withdraw the money that would be needed for today and came back with three different pouches. He handed one to Chris, one to Harry, and kept one for himself.

"Now boys, these pouches hold enough galleons for your school supplies, plus a little extra spending money. So, be sure to get everything you need first before you just go off buying things, okay?" James declared as he handed the bags to the twins. Harry was somewhat surprised that his father was acting so parental, when he noticed the mischievous look James was giving Chris. "Of course, he's just saying this for Lily's benefit." Harry thought, rolling his eyes at James. Harry was sure that Chris got way more galleons than was needed for his school supplies, but that wasn't important. Harry would make do with what he was given and still be able to get all the extra things he wanted. After riding the cart back up to the ground floor of the bank and disembarking, Harry turned to his parents.

"I guess I'll be on my way to do my shopping. I'll be going home after I am finished if that is alright with you?" He looked at them expectantly awaiting an answer. Neither one of them seemed to notice that he had spoken to them since they were busy asking Chris where he wanted to go first. Instead of waiting any longer he merely turned on his heel and left the bank, heading towards Ollivander's planning to make it his first stop. After all a wizard needs a wand. He finally made it to the wand shop and stepped inside. It was empty and eerily quiet, except for the bell that had chimed when he opened the door. Long thin boxes lined the walls of the shop, wands just waiting for the witch or wizard that they would choose, and a counter stood directly in front of Harry.

"Good afternoon Mr. Potter." A soft voice spoke from the dark depths of the shelves. Suddenly, an old man was standing behind the counter, pale eyes shining at him through the gloom of the shop.

"Hello Mr. Ollivander, sir." Harry respectfully replied.

"I thought I'd be seeing you soon, Mr. Potter. It seems only yesterday that I was selling your parents their first wands. Your mother's is ten and a quarter inches long, swishy, made of willow, nice for charm work. Your father, on the other hand, favors a mahogany wand, eleven inches, pliable, a little more power and excellent for transfiguration. Ah but enough about your parents, let's see if I can find you a wand!" Ollivander cried excitedly. "Now which is your wand arm?"

"I'm right-handed, sir." Harry answered.

"Hold out your arm. That's it." The man began measuring Harry's arm, then his wrist, and everywhere else the tape measure would reach. As the tape measure was working on its own, Ollivander began taking boxes down from the shelves.

"That will do." He said and the tape measure crumpled to the ground in a heap. "Try this one. Beechwood and dragon heartstring. Nine inches. Nice and flexible. Just take it and give it a wave."

Harry took the wand and waved it about for a few seconds before Ollivander snatched it from his grasp.

"Maple and phoenix feather. Seven inches." Ollivander handed the wand to Harry, who had barely raised it before it too was snatched away.

"No, no that's not it. Try this one. Ebony and unicorn hair, eight and a half inches, springy."

Harry tried this wand, and a dozen others before Ollivander got a thoughtful look upon his face.

"Tricky customer, eh? Not to worry, we'll find the perfect wand for you. I wonder..." he trailed off as he disappeared into the rows of shelves. "Unusual combination in this wand. Holly and phoenix feather, eleven inches, nice and supple. Go on and give this one a try." He said as he handed the wand to Harry.

Immediately as his fingers closed around the wood, he felt a warmth race through his fingertips and a shower of golden sparks shot from the tip of the wand.

"Bravo! Curious though, very curious." Ollivander muttered to himself.

"I'm sorry but what's curious?" questioned Harry.

"I remember every wand I've ever sold, Mr. Potter. Every single wand. It so happens that the phoenix whose tail feather is in your wand, gave another feather. Just one other. It is very curious indeed that you should be destined for this wand when its brother gave your brother his famous scar."

Harry left the wand shop after paying Ollivander, with the old man's words still lingering in his mind. He didn't even notice that he passed his family on the way out as they were going to get Chris' wand. He decided that the next stop would be Madam Malkin's Robes for All Occasions to get his uniform. As he wandered down the street to the robe shop, he took in the sights and sounds of Diagon Alley. This was his first time here after all. He saw children excitedly running up and down the street with their parents and pressing their noses to shop windows to see what was inside. He passed a large group of kids around his age all clustered around the same window. Curious as to what could draw a large crowd like that, he decided to take a closer look. He noticed that the sign for the shop said Quality Quidditch Supplies, and figured it was most likely a new broom. As he got closer to the window, he could see that it was indeed a broom, the new Nimbus broom to be exact. It was really a model of the finest broom craftmanship. The handle was sleek polished mahogany, with Nimbus 2000 written in flowing gold lettering along the top of the handle. The bristles were perfectly positioned in the most aerodynamic way, making it the fast broom in production right now. Harry was not ashamed to admit that he drooled a little at the sight of the broom. Finally, he was able to tear himself away from the window to continue on his way to Madam Malkin's.

The tinkling of a bell as he entered the robe shop finally brought his attention to the outside world instead of his own thoughts. He was greeted by the seamstress that was working on a boy whose hair was so blond that it was almost white. The boy turned and Harry could see that he must be a Malfoy. Platinum blond hair, gray eyes, pointed nose, and a haughty looked plastered across his face. The seamstress stopped what she was doing so that she could beckon Harry forward to stand on the platform next to Malfoy.

"Hogwarts too, dear?" She asked kindly and he simply nodded. She called another seamstress from the back of the shop to attend to Harry as she went back to fitting the other boy. As the seamstresses started to get to work on the boys' robes the young Malfoy turned his head towards Harry.

"So, you're starting Hogwarts too? What house do you think you will be in? I'll be in Slytherin obviously, my whole family has been for generations. Oh, I'm Malfoy, Draco Malfoy." He stated as he offered his hand in introduction. Harry shook his hand briefly before the seamstresses got angry at all the movement.

"Nice to meet you Mr. Malfoy. I'm Harrison Potter." The other boy's eyes widened slightly at hearing that before Harry continued. "I'm not sure what house I will be in yet, but I'm sure it will either be Ravenclaw or Slytherin." He finished.

"Not Gryffindor? You family has been in Gryffindor as long as mine has been in Slytherin. And you can call me Draco, Mr. Potter." Draco replied as he tried to erase the surprise that was showing on his face. It was improper for a Slytherin to show his emotions so plainly after all.

"In that case you can call me Harry. No, I don't think I will be in Gryffindor. That house does not appeal to me in any way to e honest. It's supposed to be the house of the brave but really it is the house of the brash, obnoxious, and loud." Harry smirked as Draco laughed quietly at that. Harry was happy to note that he was well on his way to making a very prominent ally in the wizarding world. Draco was of course completed before he himself, so the blond boy left the shop before Harry. Not once did Draco ask him about his brother, the famous Boy-Who-Lived, and it felt nice for Harry to be noticed on his own for once. Usually anyone that found out he was related to Chris Potter, just could not stop themselves from asking a thousand and one questions about his twin. After finishing up with the robe tailoring, he paid for his uniforms and left the shop to be on his way to his next destination. He had decided that he would go to Wiseacre's Wizarding Equipment to get a trunk to carry all his purchases in and a few of the items on his school list. He made his way to Wiseacre's and entered the building. There was no one in there aside from the shop owner, so he was immediately greeted and asked how he could be helped today.

"I need a trunk for Hogwarts please." Harry politely stated.

"Ah of course, is there any particular one you had in mind, or any special features you would like?" The man questioned.

"What kind of features are available?"

"Well, we have multicompartment trunks, trunks that need a password to open, fully customized trunks among other things."

"Hmm, those first two things sound good. Can I see the trunks that have those features?" Harry was very interested in those trunks, because if he were in Slytherin the password protected trunk would be very handy indeed.

The shopkeeper led him to the section where those items were held and began explaining what each trunk had. Harry ended up getting a five-compartment trunk that had a customizable password that he could change at will. There was one section for his books that would hold up to one thousand books, a section for all his clothes, a section to store potions and ingredients that had a stasis charm on it to prevent them from spoiling, a section for miscellaneous supplies, and a secret section that required a second password he could also change at will. The owner told Harry that he would hold on to his trunk at the counter for him as he did the rest of his shopping so that he could just pay once. Harry thanked him before gathering the rest of the supplies that he needed to grab from this particular shop. He grabbed his telescope, his brass scales, his crystal phials, and a moon and star chart for Astronomy and brought them to the counter where they were packed into his trunk after he paid for all his items.

Harry thanked the shop owner and made his way to the next store, which was to be Twilfitt and Tattings to buy his winter cloak that he needed, but he decided to head into Eeylops Owl Emporium because he wanted to get an owl. He had extra money so he could afford it. He walked into the screeching of all types of owls but noticed that there was one owl that was not screeching at him. It was a beautiful snowy white owl, and she was peering at him with intelligent eyes, as if she knew he was going to choose her. Feeling as though it was destined to be, he did indeed purchase that owl and named her Hedwig. Then he made his way to Twilfitt and Tattings and bought his cloak with no hassle and so he was quickly on his way to the next shop which was the apothecary. Here he got his cauldron, and a potions kit designed for the first year of Hogwarts, as well as his dragon hide gloves. The only stop left on his trip was Flourish and Blotts for his schoolbooks and a few other books.

The first stop he made when he entered Flourish and Blotts was the payment counter to see if they had a special package for all the Hogwarts books so he would not need to search for them himself and he could spend more time looking for leisure books. They did have a bundle and he was asked what year he would need. He replied with first year and was given all the required books to put in a basket as he browsed the selection of other books. He picked up a few books about hexes and jinxes, as well as a few on defensive magic, a book on occlumency so he could begin to study that, and a book on the animagus transformation. After browsing for a few more minutes and not seeing anything else interesting he took his books to the counter to purchase.

"A budding young Ravenclaw huh?" The cashier chuckled.

"Possibly, I'm not sure yet." Harry smiled at her innocently as he paid for his books and packed them away in his trunk.

"Well, you have a good day son. Enjoy your first year at Hogwarts." She waved to him as he was leaving. He waved back and was just about to step through the doorway when he ran into someone. That someone just so happened to be his mother. He fell to the ground and hit his head hard on the floor of the shop.

"Oh! Are you alright? You hit your head pretty hard there." His mother pulled him to stand up and finally noticed who it was that had run into her. "Oh. Harry. Are you okay?" She asked less frantically than she had before when she had thought it was just some strange kid that had run into her. Harry was slightly dazed, and his vision had blurred for a moment, but he was fine now. He brushed some imaginary dirt from his robes and looked at his mother.

"I'm fine. Thank you. I'm finished with my shopping so I will be going home after this." He said stiffly as he moved to step around her to leave.

"Are you not going to come to The Leaky Cauldron for lunch with us?" She asked as if she cared if he came or not.

"No thank you mother. I'm not hungry." He replied and then slipped out the door before she could question him any further. He got to the Leaky Cauldron as fast as he could to floo home and try to force down the anger and resentment welling up inside of him from the short interaction with his mother. The Hogwarts term could not start soon enough. He was tired of being second place to his brother. He would finish first in his year and they would know that he was better than they thought.