Hey Guys,

I'm back and with a new story! I'm so sorry for never updating 'His Only Gift'. I've been really struggling getting my ideas down and actually typing the story. It's all there,in my head! But I can't seem to get it out and type it down :(

This is a new story starting along the lines of a wrong BWL, neglectful parents story. Though I have plans! Sort of.. It's not gonna be like other ones I have seen and read, so bare with me people! I'll try to continue updating this one since it's a 'go-with-the-flow' type of story for me. I haven't actually mapped it all out like I did with the other one.

As a warning, this story will have bashing of multiple characters, so just to name a few, there will be Lily, Dumbledore, Ron and Molly bashing. Minor James bashing. Maybe minor Ginny bashing, just depends where I want this story to go. The same with Snape, I'm not too sure. Also the rating may go up, so I'm keeping it T at the moment and I'm gonna see where this goes whether to change it or not.

So yes! Enjoy! :)

DISCLAIMER: I have know right nor ownership to the series of Harry Potter...unfortunately...Sadly, the right goes to the creator, Mrs. J.K Rowling. I only own my OCs and this plot line. Otherwise I would've never killed off Sirius, Remus nor Tonks! And also Dobby... :'(I also would've NEVER put Harry and Ginny together nor Hermione and Ron together either.

.Wolf

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It was them, after six long years of no contact he finally saw them again. They stood amongst all the other parents and their children, wishing them good luck and their love for the next school year. They stood there with grace and dignity, they're clothes crisp and clean, hair neatly trimmed and well cared for. Their child standing next to them with an air of arrogance, smirking at anyone who stopped and stared at him.

The Potters, the all mighty and famous light family of wizarding Britain, have come to see off their son for his first year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardy. Little did they know that another boy of eleven stood a little way away from them, looking to them and knowing he would never be acknowledged or accepted by the people he had once loved and looked up to until he was the age of five.

Suddenly he felt a hand land on his shoulder and looked up into the molten silver eyes of his beloved guardian and adoptive father. The eyes shone with sadness and sympathy for the boy, whilst also holding anger to the family he had once called "friends".

Sirius Black never understood what happened to the family he once called his own. It all started on the night of Halloween, 1981. The Potters had gone into hiding with their 15 month old twin sons. They were being targeted by the Dark Lord Voldemort and had put their faith in what they thought was a trust-worthy friend, giving him the honour of being their secret-keeper.

What they didn't suspect was that the friend they chose was a Death Eater, a loyal follower of the Dark Lord. He had given up and sold their secret to Voldemort, ultimately setting them up for their untimely deaths.

Voldemort had arrived at their secret location, taking out the father, James Potter quickly and precisely and made his way for the stairs where he knew the mother, Lily Potter was preciding with his target.

Upon entering the room he saw the mother standing bravely in front of a cot, barracading him away from the two infants who sat innocently watching the scene play out. Although being twins, the two boys didnt look a thing alike. The child on the left sat bravely looking into his eyes with an air of defiance shining in his brilliant emerald orbs. His jet black hair sitting messily ontop of his head. Next to him sat his brother, who had dark auburn, nearly brown hair, sat whimpering as his hazel eyes filled with unshed tears.

The mother pleaded with the dark wizard to spare her children and kill her instead. 'Stupid woman! 'Tis not you I'll have the joy of killing tonight!' The hooded figure raised his wand and with a flick, the woman was thrown across the room, her head hitting the wall with a loud 'thunk!'. The whimpering baby was now crying as he saw his mother lay motionless on the floor. His brother still staring bravely at the man with no indication of a tear insight.

The Dark Lord knew this was his target, his supposed "equal" and his future slayer. Once again the figure raised his wand and pointed it at the brave boy and cast his spell. He knew no more. At least, thats what everyone wanted to believe.

On that night, the Dark Lord Voldermort had unknowingly marked his equal and had played true to the words of the prophecy he had so strongly tried to defy. While trying to destroy his vanquisher, Lord Voldemort had seemingly perished in the magical explosion that had followed the green curse. The magical explosion was a back lash of raw power that came from the impact of the green curse hitting the green-eyed child, creating a lightning shaped scar upon his forehead. Unfortunately, some of the debris from the back lash had hit the other child on the head as well and had made a crooked 'v' like cut just above his left eye.

James and Lily Potter and survived, only receiving a few nasty bruises and a concussion. Albus Dumbledore had shortly arrived and had announced that Lord Voldemort was gone and the war was over, for now. When it came the time to announce who had vanquished Voldemort, know one knew which of the two boys it was. In the end Dumbledore had decided to choose the only one who was conscious, that being the child with the crooked 'v' shaped cut with tears running down his cheeks.

So it was then that a legend was born. It was on that night everyone came to know of Jackson Potter, the 'Boy-who-lived'.

It was not well known that Jackson was one of a set of twins. No one really knew of the boy who stood in the background while his brother was showered with gift. No one really took noticed when the boy dissapeared one his fifth birthday, nor did his parents.

Sirius was drawn away from his memories when he felt a tug on his robes. He looked into the brilliant green eyes of his son. His adoptive son who he loved dearly and treasured with the utmost care. But the look in his sons eyes broke his heart into tiny pieces and only fanned the rage he felt towards the family who abandoned his precious little boy.

Thanks you people! Please remember to review! I would like your opinion on this, just don't be too cruel..

I would love and except and suggestions for this story and I'll take all in consideration! :)

.Wolf