My name is Roderick Hardwin Potter, older brother of Rose Euphemia Potter, the Girl-Who-Lived. Now, I'm not about to tell you that in all actuality my sister is a fraud and I'm the Boy-Who-Lived. I wasn't even there when You-Know-Who attacked. And I want to make one thing clear, I was in no way abandoned, abused or neglected. My parents raised me alongside my sister, I grew up with Rose and her best friend Astrid Cordelia Black, the daughter of our Godfather Sirius and his wife Regina Alicia Fernandez, a Cuban-American Muggleborn who he met while working with MCUSA to track down a fugitive Death Eater, and I was only treated different in one way. Rose received battle training, because our Uncle Albus was sure that Voldemort wasn't dead and had told our parents such, while I received training in politics, because as a firstborn son, I was the Potter Heir by default.
I was different from my family in one way though. From the moment I heard about the Hogwarts Houses, I knew I wouldn't be in in Gryffindor, I wasn't likely to fight my way out of a bad situation, I was more likely to try and talk my way out because I had been raised as an Heir. I received my first Hogwarts letter and my wand on my eleventh birthday on June 17th. I also received my wand that day... Let it never be said that Garrick Ollivander would give up on finding a Witch or Wizard their destined wand, even if forty-nine of the fifty wands he had them try blew up. By the end of the day I was merely relived that he found a wand that could withstand my magic. Beech, Dragon Heartstring from a fully grown Ukrainian Ironbelly, 12"in length, unyielding.
On September 1st, 1989, I was the first Potter in 100 years to be sorted into Slytherin. I meet Daphne Greengrass that year and, well, we started courting young, even by Wizarding standards. I was first in my year, with Daphne in second. Slytherin won the House Cup that year. It was much the same during my second year, much to the annoyance of one Cho Chang.
Despite my father's, frankly unreasonable, dislike of Slytherins, he didn't do anything like disown me. He simply sat me down in the living room the day after I returned home and asked me if I wanted to talk about it. I simply told him what the Sorting Hat had said.
"You want to understand nature of Magic as well as Nature itself? Ravenclaw would suit you well. But the hard work you are willing to put into it says you belong in Hufflepuff... Oh, what's this? You want to change the Wizarding World? You believe Britain has become stagnant and you want to have it begin moving forward again, even if it costs your life... A Gryffindor quality if I've ever seen one... Hmmm you have values all of the Founders would have wanted, but there is one that is to is shining to brightly to ignore... That you intend to do such great things means you belong in Slytherin!"
After I told him, all my father did was stand up and leave the room. The next day when I entered the family room he stood up and hugged me, saying he was proud even if I was in Slytherin.
But at the start of third year, everything changed, because that was when Rose and Astrid started attending Hogwarts, and, coincidentally, it was the year that Rose's terrible luck began to run rampant. And as her older brother, I just had to get involved, even if I didn't want to, she was my little sister after all. And it all started on September 1st.
Author's Notes.
Everything that happened in cannon happened in this story with three MAJOR exceptions.
Lily and James had a child (Roderick) in 1980, two years after graduating.
Harry was born a girl and named Rose.
Lily and James weren't there when Voldemort attacked, they were at an Order meeting. James Mother died protecting Rose.
The title is one of the ancient Greek concepts of Love.
Agape was the unconditional love of one's fellow humans.
Philia was the platonic love of one's friends.
Storge was the love of family.
Eros was love felt for a romantic or sexual partner.
I haven't stopped my other stories, I've simply drawn a blank on how to continue them for now.