Disclaimer: i'm not very good at writing long things, so the chapters here will probably be very small.
i don't own these characters but then again jk rowling doesn't even deserve to have her name in capital letters so
alright let's get on with the fic
June 5th, 1987
I grabbed my scissors and cut out a school photo of Harry Potter. The Daily Prophet did an article on him every year or so, and I always made sure to cut the articles out before my father read the paper. I taped it to the hidden wall in the back of my closet, along with all the other articles. I wouldn't dare ask my father to bring me to Privet Drive, and it was too dangerous to go alone. Dobby could bring me- I shook my head. I had gone over all these plans countless times, but there was no way that I'd be able to rescue him from those muggles. I desperately wanted to bring him here, to show him what it would be like to grow up rich, with a brother who would also be his best friend. I mussed up my usually slicked-down hair, grabbed a crayon and a blank piece of notebook paper, and started drawing.
November 5th, 1987
"I'm sorry! I didn't mean t-" Father ripped the drawing out of my weak arms and tore it in half. Right at the place where Harry and my hands were linked.
"He's obviously set out to be a Gryffindor! He's The Boy Who Lived! You can't support him!"
"But he's gonna be my friend..." I mumbled.
"He would be an awful friend. You need to establish a ranking when it comes to friends. You always need to be on top. Guess who would push you off?"
"...Harry."
"He's not your friend. Don't call him by his first name. In fact, you should never be calling anyone by their first name. It's a show of subordination."
"What should I call him, then?"
"Call him Potter. Let him be known by his parent's death, not by his own life."
"...yes, father."
