BROTHERS

Achilles went into the castle and into the Great Hall, quickly getting himself some food before everyone start coming down for breakfast.

Just as he was leaving, Harry and the Jedis walked towards the Hall. They had seen him.

'Achilles!' he stopped as they called his name.

'Wait up! Where have you been the whole night?' Emili asked.

'Did you know that there was a storm? And… wait… if you were out, how come you didn't get wet?' Jon asked dumbly.

Achilles shrugged, 'Been outside and the answer to why I'm not wet. I think you can find an answer for that.'

'What did he mean by that?' Luna asked.

'Yeah brainy… what he meant by that?' Rave asked Jon, who is supposed to be the smart one.

'I think he meant that he was the one, who created the storm,' Hermione answered suddenly.

'Woah…' Ron breathed.

'Achilles!'

'Harry?'

'You wanna go for a walk?' Harry asked.

'Yeah, that be cool.'

Both brothers walked out of the castle, heading for the field. They sat down beside the lake, feeling the breeze and listening to nature, appreciating the silence. After a while, Harry turned to Achilles, who had already lied down on the grasses with a wheat in his mouth.

'Achilles…' Before Harry could speak, Achilles said, 'Hey, today's a nice sunny day, good day to see the clouds but if you don't get down here, your neck will be tired from lifting your head.'

Harry grinned and proceed to lie down, grabbing Achilles's wheat and sticking the tip into his own mouth.

'Hey! That's mine!' Achilles pouted.

'Not anymore,' Harry smirked.

'Oh wells… I can always get another,' He snapped his fingers and a wheat came out of nowhere. He took it and stuck it in his mouth once again. They admired the passing clouds, each cloud having their own patterns and shapes.

'Achilles, I didn't mean to get angry with you yesterday. It's just… it's because of Dumbledore! He's holding me back!' Harry had already sat up. He took a pebble and threw it into the lake.

Achilles immediately sat up, sensing the anger in his brother.

'Harry, you should be grateful that there are people who love you and willing to take you into their homes. You had a very good reputation from the day you were born. Unlike me… I was discriminated from the day I was born. The name riddle stained my blood. Even though I was raised by Dumbledore since I was four, my life was a nightmare.' Achilles turned to face the lake.

He breathed deeply before continuing, 'I haven't showed anyone about my past, only revealing some yesterday. I want to show it to you and the rest. Dumbledore is right, I can't hide forever.' Both Harry and Achilles went back to the castle.

The Jedis and the Maruders , Harry and his friends had decided to call themselves that, went to the Great Hall as it was empty.

'Guys, I have to show you something. I'm not going to hide my past and just live a fake life, ignoring it. I owe it to all of you that's why I'm bringing you back to my past, and I know best friends don't keep secrets so I'm really sorry that I didn't tell all of you earlier.'

'After you left yesterday, all of you, I burst,' Achilles said. He waved his hand and all of them were inside his memories, his past. The scene of yesterday was still fresh in his mind. They watched what happened yesterday, how he felt, his anger.

After a few minutes, they were transported to another memory, another past but this time, it was the worst, it was a nightmare.

The scene showed a young boy, no older than 10 and Dumbledore alone in a room.

'Achilles, have you cleared your mind like I told you to?' Dumbledore's voice was not gentle but cold and hard.

Achilles winced at the tone but answered confidently, 'Yes.'

'We shall see then, Legilimens astro!'

Achilles was unprepared, in fact, he had not cleared his mind the night before. The spell his him and his head was in pain, as was his body. He crumpled to the floor and tried to get up and control the pain but failed.

Everyone was shocked at Dumbledore's cold voice and also the way he treated Achilles. Briseis squeezed Sam's hand as she tried to look away. She was crying. Achilles was standing alone, distant from the others, looking away. However, he was crying, silently.

Achilles crawled pathetically towards Dumbledore, begging him to stop the pain.

'Professor… please…… I won't do it again… I swear… please……' Achilles begged the old wizard but Dumbledore's heart was stone cold. He then proceed to use wandless magic but Dumbledore was faster than him.

'Hesto Oranto!' Immediately, Achilles was drained of all his powers temporarily, this only caused him more pain which was worse than the Crucio curse.

'If you had cleared your mind, you will not feel any pain at all. This would have never happened if you obeyed my orders.' Dumbledore's voice thundered the room as he lifted both curses.

Achilles pushed himself up from the floor, gasping for air. 'Next time, you will receive more pain if you disobey me again!'

'I will be prepared next time!'

'See to it that you do then!' Dumbledore left the room, leaving Achilles alone.

Memories of Achilles's past kept playing for them to see. When he was young, Achilles was never loved. He was trained and disciplined everyday of his life, not that he was under fed but the harsh trainings under Dumbledore made him cold hearted and merciless in his battles.

Every night, after trainings, Achilles would go to sleep in his own room in his manor. Occasionally Dumbledore would spend the night in the guess room but other than that, he would be in Hogwarts. Being no older than a boy, naturally Achilles would get scared of Lightning and Thunderstorms but unlike normal children, he had no adult to crawl to when he was afraid. Most of the times, he was alone in his manor, with a few house elves that sometimes accompanied him when he was afraid.

The memories showed how Achilles grew from a boy to a man. At 11, he could take his O.W.L.S and pass with perfect grades. Finally, at the age of 15, he could take his N.E.W.T.S and pass again with perfect scores. At that age, he had become a very powerful wizard, much more powerful than any other accomplished wizard. Dumbledore had left him to go back to Hogwarts as it would be Harry's first year.

'Achilles, I'll be going back to Hogwarts now. It is Harry's first year there and I have to be there in case anything happens.'

'Harry? He's coming to Hogwarts? Please sir, can I go with you?'

'I'm afraid I can't allow that Achilles. It would be best that he doesn't know until he is ready,' Dumbledore stood up and straightened his robes, 'You will do me proud Achilles, I know you will.'

Achilles knew that it was the end of their conversation. He nodded and bid goodbye to his mentor.

The scene slowly faded and they returned to the Hall.

'I'm so sorry Achilles, I didn't know…' Harry whispered.

Achilles was sitting on the bench, closing his eyes, trying to forget his memories.

'Everyday, after the training, I would go to my bedroom and cry myself to sleep. I ask myself, why did this happen to me? I already knew that I was Voldermort's son and how I really wanted to go back to my father. I've heard of Voldermort being cruel, heartless, and merciless to his death eaters and victims but here I am, with the greatest wizard and probably the most forgiving wizard and yet, it's no different from being with Voldermort…'

Dumbledore happened to walk past the Great Hall but noticed Achilles. He hid behind the door, listening to the conversation.

'… I really wanted to go to Voldermort, to join him. I'm his son, his heir to the throne. I could sit beside him and control many lives instead of mine being controlled. And every night, I thought of giving up, and returning to Voldermort but I just couldn't. I was so persistent into returning but something held me back. It made me reconsider what I was about to do,' Achilles looked up and turned to Harry, who was kneeling down, 'It was you. I knew that you were my brother so I decided to endure all the pain and suffering because of you and mother. I would have let her down if I had returned to my father. I couldn't lose you, I can't lose you, you are my only brother.' Achilles hugged Harry tightly, tears streaming down his face.

Only then, did Dumbledore know how Achilles felt, his pain, his anger. He had to admit that anyone in Achilles's shoes would return to Voldermort immediately but Achilles did not, and it was because of Harry.

'Achilles?'

Achilles immediately looked up. It was Dumbledore.

'Do you mind if we take a stroll outside?' Dumbledore asked gently, for the first time in Achilles's life, he spoke to him gently.

Achilles nodded and stood up, 'I won't be long.'