I'mtheanarchist: wow the response I got was amazing I'm so happy we beat the challenge go all of you now try and beat ten reviews again you can do it! Thank you for all your questions I will answer them at the end of the chapter and I've tried to make this as long as the others.
Warnings: swearing
Disclaimer: If I owned Harry potter do you really think I'd be writing on fan fiction and I would live in a massive house with horses but I don't so lawyers BACK OFF. I do own the plot though and of course Rory and the Santos so there!
Summary: Instead of Harry being the boy who lived he is the brother of the girl who lived and he completely hates her because of the way she acts. Problem is Voldemort doesn't know this and goes after her, can Harry get over his hate and save his sister or will he leave her to be killed. I AM NO GOOD AT SUMMARIES Its MUCH BETTER THEN IT SOUNDS!
Un'ombra Solitaria!
Lies and Truth, which is believed?
Sharp crimson eyes stared cruelly down at the writhing body of a five-year-old child, disgust written clear on its snakelike face. The child continued to writhe and soundlessly scream in untold terror and pain as a hood figure pointed a wand at the body.
"Disgusting isn't it?" the crimson eyed stranger sneered, his voice, for it was a he, sharp and cruel as if a knife cutting through flesh.
"My lord?" the hooded figure enquired turning its head ever so slightly yet still bowed.
"How these things," he stated kicking the child in the stomach for emphasis, "are the major population of the world whilst we, the wizards, the most powerful beings on this planet have to hide our very existence from them who are weaker then us," he finished.
"Yes my lord but if you defeat the potter brat then you will easily be able to change that," the figure said not noticing the mistake it had made until sharp red eyes, slitted angrily like a cats turned on him.
"If? If? Are you stating that I, Lord Voldemort can not defeat a teenager?" he hissed dangerously sounding almost like a snake.
"N-no m-my l-lord I w-was j-just s-saying if D-Dumbledore lets you get close to the brat," the figure stuttered showing its fear of the skeletally thin man that seemed no stronger then a baby.
"You would be good not to say that name in my presence ever again Dolohov or you will be given to the Aurors," the snake like figure stated coldly.
"I understand my lord," the figure bowed. Sheer relief apparent in its voice.
"Crucio!" the crimson-eyed figure said in a low voice pointing a wand at the hooded figure causing a fully-grown man to whimper on the floor like the now dead and bloody child.
"You will get much worse then that if you ever disrespect me again do you understand," he stated after holding the curse for no more then two minutes. The man on the floor nodded weakly.
"Good now get off the floor and do not disappoint me again!" and before anybody could blink the crimson eyed stranger had disappeared with a mighty crack.
Elsewhere a black haired teenager with green ends and eyes as bright as the Avada Kedavra curse bolted awake his hands flying up to his pounding forehead where his lightning shaped scar was situated. His head felt like it was being ripped apart by giants and then eaten. His whole body felt ran down as if he had just ran a great length yet all he had been doing is sitting in a forest. He pulled his hands away from his head, breathing hard and was shocked to see a stick ruby red substance covering his fingers. It was blood. His eyes widened. He had never had a dream like that before. His nightmares had usually consisted of his real parents being killed but then it was so real. It was as if he was there watching the events unfold.
Harry groaned and roughly pulled his hands through his hair wincing when he did as it hurt his tender head. He was positive that your head wasn't supposed to have a heart beat but it seemed his did. It was always him why didn't Rory have the strange dreams why was it always him? He was sure there was more to his scar then just an ordinary scar made by being dropped in fright. No it sometimes pulsed and today bled and gave him a splitting headache. He stood up or tried to yet he fell straight back down. All his muscles felt as if they had been overused. He used the tree he had been lying against as a lever to help himself up and he shakily stood letting out a sharp breath. He had never felt so out of it. It was as if he had been in a brutal fight and had been seriously mangled then put back together again.
He stayed there standing as blood rushed back through his legs and he breathed deeply. He started to walk back the way he came yet he fell back down to the floor.
"What the hell is wrong with me?" he muttered to himself as he braced himself on his arms. He pushed himself back to his legs and walked slowly back through the forest by holding a hand against the trunks of trees to hold him up. His head was steadily flowing with blood and his vision had started to fade. He got to the edge of the forest and saw the hut, which belonged to the large giant of a man Hagrid. He took a step out of the forest the sunlight filtering onto his features and the class of eleven year old students all watched some shocked, some mesmerised by the blood, others scared as he fell to the ground in a dead faint.
"Harry!" a little girl with blonde hair called. She ran up to the boy that had been her first friend in this school and had held her hand when she was nervous. She fell to her knees shaking at the boy tears falling from her eyes.
"Wha' is goin on 'ere?" asked a gruff voice. The large figure of Hagrid could be seen clearly above the heads of the first year students. He spotted the prone figure of Harry lying on the floor blood seeping from his forehead and hurried to the place where he was lying.
"Class is ove'," he stated picking up the figure of Harry and turning sharply and nearly running off to the hospital ward.
He ran up the many stairs the limp form of Harry bumping around like a rag doll. He finally came to the hospital ward and burst through the doors.
"Hagrid what do you think you are doing bursting in here like that!" a stern looking woman exclaimed yet she took one look at the body in his arms and motioned him over to a spare bed.
"Put him here Hagrid," she said. Hagrid complied with the order and lay the body softly down on the bed.
"Go and get Professor Dumbledore," she said then turned her back to Hagrid and started bustling over Harry. Hagrid complied and rushed out of the hospital ward.
Madam Pomfrey the school nurse frowned over the boy never seeing such a strange scar ever. She had thought when Rory Potter Santo had come to the school she would always see her for some reason or the other but Rory never came to the hospital yet here was her brother. A strange shaped scar was bleeding freely and running down his face and as she checked his body with spells all his muscles seemed to be tensed as if they had either been running and used for a long amount of time or as if he had been put under the cruciatus curse. Which he couldn't have been? She went to her cupboard of potions and grabbed a strange smoking purple liquid. She also got a wet cloth and wiped the scar cleaning it. She put the purple liquid over the scar and rubbed it in. The unconscious boy winced from the pain and groaned. She said a few spells to help his muscles and grabbed another muscle relaxant potion. She propped his head up supporting it with one hand and poured the potion down his throat. She rubbed at his neck to make him swallow and when he did, he gave a serene sigh.
She watched confused as his eyes rushed back and forth behind closed eyelids as if he was dreaming. He groaned again and ever so slowly his eyes opened.
"Where am I?" he asked in a hoarse voice from the foul tasting potion. Madam Pomfrey didn't answer she just handed him a glass of water which he drank greedily.
"Thank you," he said.
"Master Santo what happened to you?" the nurse asked.
"I don't know," Harry lied. He did know but who would believe him?
"Thank you Poppy I would like to talk to the boy now privately if you don't mind?" said a kind old voice. Harry turned his head and saw Albus Dumbledore standing there. Madam Pomfrey looked like she was going to complain.
"Alright but only five minutes the boy needs his rest," she said sharply and then turned and stalked back to her office.
"Now Harry my boy what really happened?" Dumbledore asked a knowing look in his eyes.
"I just had a headache that's all sir. I stood up too fast and the next thing I know I'm falling face first to the floor. I must have cut my scar that's all," he lied easily, "after all it isn't a magical scar at all," he stated harshly though Dumbledore missed it.
"Well ok then if you're sure. By the way your sisters are here to see you," and with that Dumbledore heaved himself out of the chair he had been sitting on and walked out of the door. As he walked through the doors of the hospital ward two fifteen year old girls walked in. One with hair as black as night, the other with hair as red as fire.
"Harry are you alright?" Maria asked.
"Yeah I'm fine I've had worse," he stated getting out of the bed and slowly standing on his feet shakily at first, yet his strength seemed to return to him.
"What happened?" Rory asked worriedly.
"Stop it! You don't care and the press isn't here so why don't you just leave me alone," he hissed harshly, "both of you!" Maria looked shocked at this. Harry never went against her it was always them against Rory.
"Harry why do you always go against me? What have I ever done to you to make you hate me so much?" Rory cried sadly, tears streaking her cheeks. She looked like an angel due to the sunlight filtering through the window behind her giving her a sort of halo around her body.
"Why? Why? How would you like it if all your life you were always compared to somebody else? Always classed as less then a person younger then you. How would you feel if everything you did, no matter how good was always passed off as someone else's work? I love you because you are my sister my only blood relative alive and I love you for that but that doesn't mean I have to like you. You used to try and kill animals but it was always me who got the blame. I was classed as a dark wizard my whole life and it hurt. I was always in your shadow. Always told about what you were doing and how I'd never be as good as you," Harry said coldly. Hardly any emotion in his voice. Rory was near tears and Maria though she hid it well was upset also.
"When I went to Salem it was the happiest time of my life. I was free and I found somewhere where I belonged. Where I was classed as Harry. The most popular guy in school, a good seeker and no one ever compared me to you. Then, so I could protect you I got stuck coming here. Now everywhere I go I'm classed only as your brother. Do you know what. A kid came up to me today and told me that I was weak as you had to teach me how to do magic because there is no way I'm more powerful then you," he exclaimed angrily and Maria, Rory and the school nurse was scared to feel the ground beneath them shaking. Rory and Maria had always known Harry was dangerous when he was angry but he had never been like this. It was like he was releasing everything he felt in magic, which was dangerous.
"Harry calm down," Maria tried thinking that she could get him to calm down but as he turned towards her she shrank back in fear because in the depths of his eyes it seemed as if someone else was in control.
"And you. I heard a story from a little girl, muggle born, and when I saw her she was crying. You want to know why?" he said in a flat voice staring into the very depths of Maria's soul it seemed. Giving her no time to answer he continued, "because a white haired boy and a girl matching your description had called her a mud blood and said that she was less then pureblood wizards and witches. I couldn't believe that you had said that but it seems you are just a pure blooded bigot," he hissed.
"Harry you don't understand!" Maria started.
"Understand what? That you are just a follower of Malfoy that you'd insult a little girl just because of her bloodline. You know me and Rory are half bloods does that make us inferior to you as well?"
"Of course it doesn't!"
"Oh well you just said it for the fun of it then. Does it make you feel powerful to make a young girl cry her eyes out and become scared she won't make any friends because of her blood. I thought you were bigger then that but it seems you are no better then Voldemort," he spat out watching with grim amusement as both his sisters eyes widened at the name and the colour went from their faces.
"Aw you look scared you should be because Voldemort is alive and it seems worst then ever," he stated coldly and gave them one last deep look before ignoring the angry call of the school nurse as he turned and walked out of the hospital ward his robes flying out behind him.
"Harry," Rory whispered watching her big brother walk away from her.
Harry knew he shouldn't have been so cruel to those two but the vision had seriously shaken him up. He just blew his top imagining the torture the little girl had went through. It had made him angry. He stalked through the corridors not knowing where he was going just walking through corridor after corridor and down stairs after stairs. Luck it seemed was on his side as he came to the entrance hall. It seemed it was lunch already. This meant that he had missed Defence against the dark arts, and double transfiguration. He walked into the great hall an angry look still plastered on his face and many people turned their curious gazes from his faces as he turned blazing eyes on them. He stalked up to his house table and sat by Hermione.
"Harry are you ok?" she asked timidly.
"Yeah I'm fine," he said shortly. Hermione nodded and quickly turned to eating her dinner.
"Sorry Hermione I just have a bad headache that's all," Harry sighed pulling his hand through his hair, which he always did.
"It's alright Harry by the way I got your homework for you," Hermione said.
"Thanks Mione," Harry said amusement clear.
"Hey Santo is it true you fell over your big feet and cut your head open," came the sarcastic drawl of Draco Malfoy.
"Hey Malfoy is it true that you wear ladies underwear," Harry wittily replied causing the whole Gryffindor table to roar with laughter.
"You think you're so big don't you Santo because of your piercings well you're not it makes you look like the pincushion I transfigured today in class and it was as deformed as you as well," Malfoy snappily replied, the Slytherins sneered.
"Yeah well I may be deformed but at least I don't look like a ferret unlike some I know. If you're too dumb to know who I'm talking to because of the white peroxide seeping into your brain I was talking about you," Harry lazily replied. Draco glared angrily his cold grey eyes sharp.
"You'll get yours Santo believe me you will," and with that Malfoy turned his back and stalked out of the great hall.
"That was bloody brilliant," Ron exclaimed coming up behind Harry and clapping him on the back.
"The look on old Malfoy's face will stick with me forever. Ferret face a new name for him," he laughed looking ecstatic at the thought of having one over on the Slytherin prince.
"Well I try my best," Harry grinned and Hermione grinned also.
Lunch passed quickly as Ron had sat with Hermione and Harry. Harry noticed that Ron and Hermione never stopped fighting. It was so clear they liked each other. It was soon time for double period of Potions, which Harry wasn't looking forward to. He was adequate at Potions but he didn't like it. All that theory and very exact movements it wasn't him. He preferred wand magic as it was quick and easy when Potions was hard and time wasting.
He walked out of the great hall confused when nearly everybody he passed glared at him and gave him looks of utter disgust.
"Hey Hermione do you see the looks I'm getting?" he asked the girl beside him. She looked around and confusion also appeared across her features.
"Yeah I do I don't know why though, she stated.
"You think it makes you tough then?" shouted a girl who was in the same house as Rory.
"Excuse me?" he asked. The girl wouldn't come any closer to him.
"Picking on your little sister and hitting her," the girl said.
"I didn't hit Rory," Harry stated.
"That's not what Malfoy said," another girl said.
"And you believe him?"
"Well not at first but when we saw Rory crying it proved him true," the first girl stated. Harry growled he was going to get Malfoy.
"I never hit my sister!"
"Well you did seem angry when you came to lunch so maybe you were," and with that everybody turned and went to their lessons. Harry stalked angrily to the dungeons and saw Malfoy standing there laughing with his friends.
"Alright there Santo…" Draco started but before he could finish the sentence Harry was in front of him pulling back his fist and smashing it into his face.
"What the hell was that for Santo?" squealed a pug faced girl. Two large boys that looked to dumb to even add two and two together stood in front of the bleeding Malfoy cracking there knuckles and the boys of Gryffindor was pulling Harry by the arms to get him away from Malfoy.
"Why did I just punch the ferret? Nobody and I mean nobody ever spreads crap about me saying I hit my sister. If they do they get what Malfoy just got," Harry hissed and shoved his friends away from him and turned around as the door to the potions class opened.
"What on earth happened here?" came the shocked voice of the potions master Severus Snape.
"It was Santo sir! He punched Draco for no apparent reason," the pug faced girl cried.
"Was it really? Well Santo detention tonight at nine and twenty points from Gryffindor!" Snape sneered.
"Yes sir," Harry proudly stated. He walked through the door the Gryffindor students following him and he sat on one side of the room with the Gryffindor students sitting around him though Hermione sat next to him. Potions passed slowly with Gryffindor losing a total of forty extra points and the animosity between Slytherin and Gryffindor rising to an all time high because of the rivalry between Harry and Draco.
Harry walked out of potions seriously bored and angry. That teacher was a sadist pure and simple. He totally hated Gryffindor no matter what talent they held for potion making. Hermione was the best potion maker in the class yet he made her lose points because of helping out Neville. Which if she didn't would have blown up the potion and injured him. Harry walked through the school crowds parting for him as if he was contagious. On the outside he acted as if it didn't matter but on the inside it was killing him.
He walked to the bathroom and went up to a mirror leaning over a sink breathing hard. He looked up peering at his reflection.
It didn't lie. It showed him the truth about himself. He was a freak, always had been. Whilst Maria had been the Santo's true daughter and Rory had been the girl who lived he had been nobody. He had only been taken in because he was her brother and Dumbledore had told them to take him in. He had always been alone, even if he wasn't it felt that way. He was always compared to his real parents and his sister. He was a freak because of the way he dressed, the way he acted, the music he listened to. He acted differently to them, spoke differently he was different and he hated it. He looked at his eyes, the windows to his very soul and saw the sheer loneliness in them. He didn't want to be a shadow anymore he just wanted everyone to like him for himself and what he was good at, like back in Salem. Here he was alone. Everyone classed him as the dark wizard who would beat on his younger sister. Why was it always him? His eyes darkened in sadness and tears started to fall causing him to shake his head roughly.
He will not cry, he was stronger then this. He should be used to it by now anyway. Even through he didn't want to tears started to fall steadily from the corners of his eyes. He punched against the glass smashing it yet he didn't feel the pain. He would not cry, he didn't want to cry. He walked away from the now broken mirror not noticing that his hand was bleeding and leaving a trail. He walked to a large window that overlooked the lake and saw a stag grazing by the lake. For some reason the site of a stag was familiar to him. He was sure he had seen a stag before but he hadn't. He smiled softly as the stag ran back into the forest. Harry loved being outside he felt in tune with nature but when he was inside he felt caged. He put his head against the cool windowpane and sighed leaving frosted breath on the clear glass. He pushed away from the window and turned around and walked out of the bathroom. He walked through the halls acting as if he didn't notice that nearly everyone was glaring at him or looking disgusted with him.
He walked to the dining hall and walked straight to the Hufflepuff table where Rory was sitting being consoled by her friends who all glared as he stepped forward.
"Rory I need to speak to you," he said kindly.
"What about?"
"This afternoon."
"Are you going to apologise?" she asked.
"No what I said was true but you have to tell people the truth I didn't hit you!" he said forcefully.
"I don't know what you're talking about Harry you did hit me everyone knows that you did," she stated. Harry clenched his fists and bit his cheek.
"Why are you lying?" he asked.
"I never lie Harry everyone knows that!" she stated then turned her back to him. Harry knew she would not change her mind so he walked out of the entrance hall past the enquiring looks of Hermione and walked up the Gryffindor common room. Voldemort and Riddle ran up to him and he stroked them. He walked straight up to his dorm and fell onto his bed. He lay there breathing hard thinking about the betrayal his sister had landed onto him and tears started to fall.
"I'm strong, I'm not weak I do not cry!" he stated out loud even though no one was there. He laid his arms behind his head and looked up at the ceiling. He shut his eyes just for a minute and fell asleep. It seemed as if only a few minutes had passed but when he awoke it was dark and he looked at his watch. It was nearly nine.
"Shit!" he swore jumping off the bed and running through the common room and down the stairs to the dungeons.
"You're late Santo!" said a silky voice.
"I'm sorry sir," Harry panted.
"Yes well I don't want to hear you pathetic excuses get in here and start cleaning these cauldrons!" Severus Snape ordered in a sharp tone. Harry slowly walked in and took one look of the piles of cauldrons before turning away and shaking his head.
"Sir I can't do them all tonight!" he stated.
"Oh really well that means you'll have another detention until they all get done!"
"But sir you can't give me a detention for nothing!"
"Oh really and why is that Santo?" Snape asked standing up from behind his desk.
"It's against the rules!" Harry tried.
"Mr Santo if you think you know the rules so well I would advise you to not go any further otherwise you will get another detention!" Snape stated.
"Yes sir!" Harry said sarcastically.
"You are just like your sister. Stuck up, spoilt…" but before Snape could continue Harry cut him off.
"Don't you ever say that! I am nothing like her and if that is why you are persecuting me then you should really get your facts right!" Harry said angrily.
"Oh really it seems to me that you are just like her though it seems better at quidditch whilst she is better at herbology unlike you!"
"You have no idea if I'm good at herbology or not so don't assume you know me!" Harry exclaimed. Before Snape could respond he clutched his arm gasping in pain.
"Wait here do not leave I will be gone for a couple of hours," Snape hissed out before turning and stalking out of the room. Harry watched confusedly as his professor ran off then turned and got on with what he was supposed to do.
Two hours later in through the door burst Severus Snape looking dishevelled and in a lot of pain.
"Are you alright sir?" Harry asked.
"I'm fine just get out and mention this to know one," Snape ordered. Harry not wanting to get in more trouble complied and walked out of the potion room. He walked through the corridors and even though it was late everyone who was still out stared at him with disgust. He had to get out, he felt trapped, and he needed fresh air. So that's what he did. He walked out of the main doors and stalked to the black forest. He walked straight past it and walked all the way to Hogsmead. As it was late no shops were open and lights were off. Harry then saw the other side of Hogsmead. The side that no one ever saw. In the daytime was the picturesque village with nice shops but at night it was dark, dirty and dangerous with many people sleeping out on the streets. Harry walked slowly through the village looking at the kids, adults, babies on the streets with bloodstained feet, chattering teeth and dirty hair. They were all alone it seemed.
"Mr have you got any money?" asked a little girl with ragged clothes.
"I'm sorry but I haven't," he replied. She nodded then ran off to a boy about Harry's age who looked thin and ill. It seemed everything had two sides, a person, a story, a town even spells. This just proved it. He walked through the village the wind blowing around his body wrapping his cloak around it and he had never felt so isolated so alone as he was now. He knew he was starting to sound like a broken record but the pain of isolation was always there, eating him slowly from the inside.
He walked through Hogsmead and decided to return to Hogwarts. He walked past the street rats looking anywhere but at them and soon saw the awe-inspiring sight of the school. He walked up the school and slipped through the doors. It was deadly quiet. Too quiet not even a clock was chiming, a whisper of rats wasn't heard it was as if it was empty like the Mary Celeste. Harry slowly walked towards the great hall wand out ready just in case and went to the doors, he opened a door up and there in the great hall was…
I'mtheanarchist: well how was that chapter? I bet it was really boring wasn't it! Anyway I need to ask you all a few questions that need answering:
1) Should Harry smoke?
2) What do think is behind the door?
3) How should every one find out that Harry is actually the boy who lived?
4) Lastly should there be any romance in this?
If you answer them I will be extremely grateful thank you. Now my responses to your questions!
JadedMyst:there you go I updated is it soon enough?
LizaGirl: as you could probably tell from the beginning he might know it was Harry he might not.
princessash: They will find out he's the boy who lived but not yet plus I need people to answer question three first. Also if they found out so soon the story would be over so it'll be later on.
BloodRedSword: No it isn't slash.
lmill123: About putting Rory in Hufflepuff I didn't think about it like that. I put her in there because it's one place most people hate to go and is the complete opposite to brave Gryffindor but I prefer your suggestion. I also didn't realise that I gave Harry all the best qualities so thanks for noticing it just gave me a brilliant idea for further in this story thanks now there should be no chance of me getting writers block. About why haven't they figured out she's an ordinary witch it's because they think she has been suppressing her magic all these years so she won't get too noticed because she plays the blushing hero so everyone thinks she doesn't want people to make a big deal out of it. And yes they did allow him to bring his Dobermans. Harry wouldn't come if they couldn't. Thanks for your review.
Every one else thanks for your review it has so made me want to continue. I will be delayed for a couple days because I live in northern England and am going to the south for a day but I'll be writing the next chapter in a notebook so it will be up before Christmas so don't worry. Well hopefully. Anyway please review it really rocks when people say they like how I write. Also can you please answer the questions? Also lets try and beat ten reviews can you do it? Well bye till next chapter.