Harry was smart for his age, or at least that's what he thought. After all he was 3 and could speak and read fluent english

Of course he was the only one who knew this. If his parents found out- well Harry was old enough to know it would be bad.

He couldn't be better than Quinn, he was -but he couldn't be. Quinn only knows a few words. But if he showed that he knew even a little English, he wouldn't eat for days.

His parents James and Lily Potter loved Quinn, but they barely acknowledged him. He didn't know why, all he knew was that Quinn was the good one.

And so, Harry went on living as he did, he had a bedroom, and he was fed regularly enough, usually once a day. He woke up to the screams of his brother, then went down and tried to eat. If it worked, he went to his room or to the library. if it didn't, he still did the same thing. He would read and learn till lunch where he would again try to eat. This repeated day after day, meal after meal.

1 year later

Harry walked along the aisles of the library, relishing in the feel of the old room. His hand was out, feeling the spines of the books as he walked. At the age of 4 he knew the library well, and could navigate it with his eyes closed. He ventured towards the back, where the texts on various magical creatures were.

He ran his finger along the spines of the books, reading the titles. He eventually came to one titled simply, Dark Familiars.

Harry found the book rather curious, he had never heard of a familiar. But before he could even open the book up to study its contents, he heard voices.

Recognizing one voice as his father, and another as his uncle Remus, he stayed quiet, wanting to hear what they were saying.

"James, where's the kid?"

"You just saw Quinn, Moony. Losing your memory already?"

"Haha, I meant Harry."

"Harry? Oh yes right uh, he is uh visiting Ted. Why do you want him anyway?" Said James, rather unconfidently.

"I thought- never mind. Anyway, like I said earlier, Dumbledore sent me, he thinks that you and Lilly should start exposing Quinn to his fame."

"Why?"

"He didn't tell me specifically, but I think it has something to do with You-Know-Who."

Harry did not in fact know who they were talking about, but listened in eagerly.

"But he's dead." James looked at Remus like he was insane.

"For now. Haven't you noticed how Dumbledore never settled down after the war, he is still always on edge, I think he wants to prepare Quinn if- or when he comes back."

"Even if what you're saying is true, Moony, what does exposing him to his fame do to prepare him?"

"I don't know Prongs, Dumbledore works in mysterious ways."

Harry watched as his father grunted in response, and then the two began talking about other- lighter matters. He stopped paying attention however, instead thinking about the new information he had gained.

Harry wracked his mind, he saw Quinn constantly, he never did anything worth being famous for. Perhaps it had something to do with the man his father had referred to as You-Know-Who.

But that just gave him more questions. He must have a name, everyone has a name. Yet, people didn't call him that.

Pushing those thoughts out of his mind for the time being, Harry walked through the library, stopping at the history section. He knew that it was a long shoot, as whatever they were talking about was clearly recent.

Maybe this would explain it all, he thought, it would explain why my parents don't like me, why Quinn is the favorite child. Deep down though, he knew it wouldn't change anything.

Harry re-focused as he reached for the newest history book on the shelf.

Nothing.

He put it back, determined to keep looking.

Nothing.

Harry sighed, frustrated. It had been 3 hours and there was no mention of You-Know-Who or a war in the past decade.

"Your parents made sure that there was no mention of him in the library, you won't find anything."

Harry spun around to face the speaker, eyes widening as fear of being caught rose.

He relaxed silently upon recognizing the person. His uncle Remus had always been kind to him, even if he was almost always away.

"What are you doing here?"

Remus looked surprised, "I didn't know you could talk yet."

Harry gritted his teeth, "nobody does."

"Your father said that you were with Ted, so why did he lie?"

Harry quite liked how his uncle had phrased his question, accusing James, not him, but he didn't understand why his father's best friend would immediately assume that James was in the wrong.

"What makes you think that he was lying? Aren't you best friends?"

"I am a werewolf Harry, I could hear you when you were eavesdropping on our conversation. I knew you were there, and a 4 year old exactly sneak into, and out of a warded house. Plus, his scent changed when he lied."

Harry blushed at the accusation of him eavesdropping, but any embarrassment he felt was overshadowed by curiosity.

"You're a werewolf? Is that why you could hear me? How far away can you hear? Can you see well too? Is it because you are a werewolf or are you just on potions or something to make that better? Was it pheromones that let you detect-"

Harry's rambling was cut off by a soft chuckle.

"You are very curious aren't you? And you are very smart for your age."

Harry felt the red return to his cheeks once more at the praise.

"Why did James lie to me Harry? Do you know why he would do that."

"Well most likely he panicked, since he had no idea where he was, and instead of saying that I was here, he said that I was away so that you wouldn't ask to see me. Either that or he forgot who I was."

Remus looked deeply thoughtful for a few moments, then spoke in a quiet voice.

"Do they abuse you?"

Harry grimaced. "I wouldn't say it's abuse really, just that they forget I exist, so they don't feed me, or talk to me."

Remus inhaled sharply, ashamed of his friend's behavior.

"So then you don't know about Quinn."

"What about him? Is this about what you were talking to my father about earlier?"

"Yes. You see, there was a very bad man. His name was Voldemort, but his name inspired so much fear that people called him You-know -Who. He hated muggles, and muggleborns and wanted to kill them all. He gathered pureblooded followers and waged war against all that opposed him. It was a terrible time, and many people died. But, there was a prophecy, one that stated that a baby born on July 31st could stop him. You, your brother, and a boy named Neville, were the only children who fit this description. So he went after them. But, when he cast the killing curse on Quinn, it rebounded and killed him, ending the war."

Harry was shocked by this information.

"Is that why they love Quinn and not me, because he is some sort of war hero?"

Harry was angry, really angry. His parents preferred his brother over him because of something Quinn didn't even do on purpose.

Remus sighed, "most likely".

Before Harry could respond, Remus spoke again.

"I'm sorry you have to go through this, I wish you didn't have to, and I wish that I could take you away from here, but I cannot take care of you"

Harry nodded mutely, an idea forming in his head. Remus couldn't take care of him, but he could take care of himself. He just needed a good plan.