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Warnings: Swearing, gore

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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

Going into the light!

Harry, Dayne, Alex and Scott were all squashed tightly together behind a statue as the looming figure of a sour looking Snape stalked by their hiding place and away from the third floor corridor where the dead bodies of the students of Salem was situated. Harry could smell the blood on Snape's boots and he could see it also. That meant that the floor on the corridor was as bloody as it was in the great hall. As the figure of Snape passed and disappeared Harry stepped away from the statue and looked around just to make sure there was no one else.

"Come on it's safe now," Harry called softly. His three friends also stepped away from the statue and Scott looked around nervously.

"Can I just say I don't want to be here to stare down on my best friends dead body," Scott stated.

"Neither do I Harry!" Dayne confirmed.

"Stop being wimps. He's dead nothing to it, he isn't suddenly going to stand up and kill us. This isn't a movie," Harry stated flatly. His friends looked at him in shock. How could he have been so cold about his friend's death? Seeing their looks Harry decided maybe he should explain why he acted just like he did.

"I know I sound cold hearted but I'm just being truthful. He's dead there's nothing we can do about it," Harry stated he left out the part that he had to be like that. All of his friends were very girly about death. They flinched from it but Harry didn't. He had to be strong. Maybe if he didn't always have to act like he was tougher, maybe if he didn't have to be in the shadows all the time he would have been like them but he wasn't. His friends nodded albeit sharply and they snuck towards the third floor corridor door, and slowly opened it. The heavy oak door creaked as it moved and Harry hoped that there was no one behind the door. He snuck his head around the door and saw, to his relief that no one was there but to his disgust the bodies were giving of a foul smell.

"Guy's hold you noses," Harry stated and then walked into the corridor that seemed to stretch on for miles yet it was full of the bodies of students some of them as young as eleven yet looked younger. Harry closed his eyes. The one thing he hated the most was seeing dead kids. He heard the sharp intakes of breaths from his friends and Harry remembered that he had to be strong so he hid his emotion behind an emotionless mask he had perfected over years of feeling jealous, being upset, all because of his baby sister. Yet he still protected her. He couldn't even get over that one. It was confusing that was true and he was still figuring out why he continued to protect her.

As he walked through the rows of bodies looking for the familiar corpse of Mart he thought through everything. Yes he felt that it was like spitting on his parents graves if he let his sister get hurt but they were dead it shouldn't matter should it? It did. Of course it did she was his only link left of his parents and he could still remember the times when they were really young and played together. It was blurry true but it was there in the depths of his mind. His foot kicked something, a body and as Harry looked down he saw that he had kicked his friends head.

"Well isn't that just a kick in the head," Alex joked dryly to hide how disgusted he was feeling.

"Alex chill out," Scott replied. He was getting used to looking at the bodies so he could speak calmly.

"Yeah well sorry if I'm not as calm as you or Harry," Alex hissed as Harry motioned for all of them to be quiet. He bent down and turned the body over grimacing slightly as the blood seeped onto his fingers.

"That's gross Harry," Dayne whispered as if he was worried about waking the dead.

"Yeah well someone's got to do it," Harry stated and in an instant he had pushed the brain away to the side and saw that the item in Mart's skull was actually a piece of parchment. Harry pulled the parchment out with blood hands, a confused expression written on his face.

"A letter," Alex said he too was confused, "we hide from the bat, we are walking through a stream of blood and we had to suffer the smell of decaying corpses just for a goddamn letter!" He exclaimed.

"Calm down Alex," Harry stated.

"Calm down! Calm down! I will not calm down Harry! You always make us do things just for the sake of it, which may I add always gets us into trouble! Remember when we ripped up all the brat squads clothes because they called you scar head; remember when we hid in the staff room because supposedly they do dark magic in it! Remember how you were always wrong and the trouble we got in! Harry why can't you just let other people deal with things instead of you getting involved," Alex screamed his hands flying about.

"Alex calm down," Scott tried. Harry was sitting on his knees looking up at Alex with a shocked expression.

"No Scott, Harry has to hear the truth," Alex stated.

"If that's what you feel then fine Alex I don't really care. All I know is that this letter is important and has something to do with why Mart and nearly the whole school was killed," Harry stated standing up. His knees were sticky with blood and his hands were dripping from it. With his flashing green eyes he looked evil and by reflex his friends backed away from him. Now Harry didn't say anything else as he read the letter, which made no sense.

By the next blood on the moon!

"What the hell?" Harry muttered to himself. His friends asked what he meant and as he showed them the cryptic letter they wore the same expression as he did.

"Look's like we have a mystery on our hands," Dayne stated.

"Seems like," Harry said flatly as he continued to look at the letter as if it would tell him who wrote it. A sound came from behind the door and the boys looked at each other. Who the hell would be coming here? They looked around for a place to hide but found nothing. They stood there looking stupid and as the door slowly opened the boys quickly lay down by the back of the corridor with all the dead bodies and acted as if they too were dead. Harry cracked an eye open as two cloaked figures walked into the room.

"What are we doing here?" hissed a familiar sounding voice. Harry tried to remember where he had heard that voice before but for the sake of him couldn't remember.

"We have to get the letter you know we do. Death told us to," hissed another voice.

"Yeah after all Death's in charge of everything even though we are stronger," hissed the first voice as they walked towards Mart's corpse.

"Oh stop being like that, if we are caught saying that Death will kill us for sure."

"Yeah, yeah lets get the letter and get out of here. It stinks," said the first voice in a bored tone.

"I'm getting it ok just calm down," said the figure that was bending over Mart's corpse.

"It's not here!"

"What?"

"It isn't here. It means that someone saw it and got it before us."

"And who would have done that?" hissed the familiar voice. Harry and his friends jumped up from their hiding place wands out. They were wanting revenge for their dead friend and it seemed best to take it out these two.

"Oh look if it isn't the Americans," drawled the familiar voice not bothering to get out his or her wand. For the boys couldn't tell if the figure was a boy or a girl not even by the voice.

"We want revenge," Dayne stated forcefully.

"Well you are going to have to take it out on my friend here," the familiar voice said and before any of them could respond the familiar voice had ran out the door. All the boys turned to the other figure and a battle ensued.

Spells were shot backwards and forth. Many would think that the four boys would have an advantage over the one hooded figure but this was not the case. The figure knew a great amount of dark magic and was using it to every advantage. It was so powerful the boys spent most of the time erecting shields to keep themselves alive. Slowly though the figure weakened. It took a lot of strength and power to continuously conjure dark magic without breaking and Harry used this to his advantage. His friends kept the figure occupied and Harry snuck behind him shooting off a stunning spell. The figure fell to the floor and the boys unmasked him. Lying on the floor was a student. The student had short black hair and tanned skin. He was tall and older then the boys by a few years. This meant that he had left school a couple of years ago. If that was the case then what the hell was he doing here in Hogwarts?

Harry, Dayne, Alex and Scot all grinned at each other and floated the body of the boy beside them as they made their way to the great hall.

The students were all chilling out and having a peaceful lunch after the events of the night with the bodies of American students showing up. The other living students hadn't been since. Well the girls had but the group of boys that were friends with Harry hadn't shown up at breakfast. That was the topic of conversation when all of a sudden the four boys walked through the doors with a cloaked figure floating beside them.

"What is the meaning of this?" Dumbledore asked.

"This sir is a person we know for a fact works for Voldemort," Scott stated clearly. He was the best person to speak as he was a debater and would always make sure he was heard before anybody else.

"And how do you know this?" sneered Snape glaring at Harry. Harry said nothing he just stared straight back at Snape and walked towards the prone body and pulling back the sleeve. There just below the elbow was the death eater tattoo.

"I think that is proof enough sir," Scott stated. Dumbledore nodded and everybody looked at the four boys shocked. If there was a death eater in the school then shouldn't have Rory fought him and won not her brother.

Rory looked around and saw the looks her brother and his weird friends were getting from the other students. It was the same kind of look she used to get. She couldn't let her title go. She was the most powerful witch and everyone knew this but she had never fought a death eater before and he had which made him famous right now. Yes it would probably become old news in a few weeks but that was longer then Rory liked. She bit her lip so she didn't say anything because if she did then it would make her look bad. She shook her head. It shouldn't matter after all it was her brother she should be happy for him. In a way she was he was out of the shadow for a while but she wasn't used to not being in the limelight. She shook her head again and turned her back to her big brother to start talking to her friends.

"Rory your brother is so hot," her best friend Louisa stated looking dreamily at said male who was talking to his friends seriously as the professors were looking over the body.

"Louisa that's disgusting. He's my big brother," Rory stated sickened by the idea of her friend and brother together.

"So. He's hot Rory I bet you like the long haired one," Louisa stated. Rory looked over at Harry and his friends and looked at Scott with his long black hair and chestnut brown eyes. He was nearly as tall as Harry and he also had a lip ring like Harry but she didn't fancy him. He was cute, that's true but he was friends with her loser brother so she couldn't go out with him what would the public say.

"Dude Harry's sister is so looking at you," Dayne whispered to Scott. Harry heard and looked over to his little sister and saw that this was true.

"Scott do remember that she is my sister," Harry said to his friend who sighed sarcastically.

"Well never I thought she was just a normal student," Scott said. "Harry you've already told me," Harry grinned sheepishly.

"Now gentlemen we have confirmed that you were right and this is indeed a death eater," Dumbledore stated. Alex snorted.

"Nah I wonder how they worked that out it couldn't have been the tattoo," he muttered under his breath causing Scott, Dayne and Harry to smother their laughter.

"Yes well even though something good came from this it doesn't change the fact that you skipped out on classes," Dumbledore started.

"But sir we haven't even been sorted yet," Scott interrupted.

"Yes that may be but Master Santo here does have classes to be in and you boys were supposed to go to Diagon Alley so because of that you will all be given detention," Dumbledore said. The boys grumbled abut the unfairness of it all and crossed their arms over their chests like little kids.

"Now Master Rikna, Wing and Davies you will go with professor McGonagall to Diagon Alley do you understand," he stated setting a piercing gaze on the three American teens. They nodded dully and walked off as if they were going to their deaths. Harry shook his head chuckling and was about to leave when he heard a coughing sound. He looked up and grinned sheepishly at Dumbledore.

"Hey sir, how are you today?" He asked as if he just saw him now. Dumbledore pinned him with a look that made Harry sigh.

"I'm in trouble aren't I?"

"Yes young man you are now come with me to my office," he said and walked off down and out of the great hall and down some corridors until they came to a stone gargoyle.

"Gobstoppers," Dumbledore said causing Harry to look at him as if he was insane. The gargoyle jumped aside and a staircase appeared. They went up the steps and to Dumbledore's office. Harry looked around in awe at all the items in the room. It was like a junk store except with magnificent and shining items. It was something that Harry loved. He loved the disorder of everything in the room yet it still some how seemed to hold some set regime.

"Sit down Harry," he said gravely. Harry nodded and complied with the order sitting down on an overstuffed armchair.

"Sherbet lemon?" Dumbledore asked holding out a small tin. Harry declined just waiting to get to his punishment.

"Yes well onto what are we going to do with you?" Dumbledore sighed.

"Sir?"

"Harry ever since you came to this school all you have been doing is skipping class or having fights with another student?"

"Sir he started it…" Harry started leaning forward his emerald green eyes flashing.

"That may be the case but you finished it and that is not the way. You could have been the bigger man and walked away from the fight but you didn't, you let mister Malfoy provoke you into reacting," Dumbledore said in a disappointed tone his hands steepled.

"I'm sorry sir," Harry replied finding sudden interest in his hands that were lying in his lap.

"Yes well that you may be but that doesn't condone all your actions and there must be a punishment. I like you Harry but I can not be seen to show favourites," Dumbledore stated.

"Well maybe you should start being tougher on Rory," Harry mumbled under his breath.

"Excuse me?"

"Oh nothing sir, I was just agreeing that's all," Harry stated quickly.

"Yes well Harry you need to keep safe after all what about Rory?"

"Sir," Harry asked confusion written on his face. What would him keeping safe have anything to do with Rory?

"Who would protect her if you are not here?"

"Well sir may I just ask what does it matter? After all Rory is the girl-who-lived, and is so powerful why does she need her dark and evil brother to protect her?" Harry stated not being able to keep the bitterness from his voice.

"Harry I understand why you are upset?"

"No you don't sir! You have no idea. Ever since I was young all that has happened is everything that I have done that is worth something, like the first time I flew a broom, or the first spell that I have done, or every time I was proven to be more powerful then her it was always her achievements never mine," Harry exclaimed standing up and punching the desk.

"Mister Santo sit down," Dumbledore asked in a soft voice but Harry didn't listen. He rambled on about everything and Dumbledore watched with sad eyes.

He had known that night that the older Potter would live a life of being pushed down. He would always be in the shadow and Dumbledore had to admit that he was curious about the power the boy held. He could see it now. Rolling off Harry like fog was power, pure undiluted power. He scratched at his chin thoughtfully. This boy was an enigma and he was going to keep him under a watchful gaze but it was proven Rory was the girl who lived even though Harry had a scar on his forehead it was probably from when he fell.

"Harry please sit down?" Dumbledore asked again this time a bit louder causing the stressed out teenager to fall into the chair gracelessly.

"Sorry sir."

"No Harry I can understand that you are confused. The reason we need you to protect Rory is because she has not yet undergone her magical maturity," Dumbledore stated.

"Magical Maturity?" Harry leaned forward eagerly. Interest shining in his green eyes yet fury was still clear in them.

"Yes. Magical maturity is when a witch or wizard's power increases at least double. That is usually why teachers are a lot more powerful then children do you understand now?" Dumbledore asked.

"No because if that is true sir then wouldn't I still become more powerful then Rory?" Harry asked.

"Well yes in a way but due to a prophecy as Lord Voldemort marked your sister by magic only she can defeat him because of an unknown power. I think that it will not come out until she reaches her magical maturity. I'm guessing that the reason she isn't that powerful now is because the power she has to defeat Voldemort with is so powerful she needs to be an adult before she can use it," Harry sat in silence digesting this information. This meant that he would forever be in the shadow.

"Now do you understand Harry?"

"Yes sir, may I go now?" Harry said dully. Dumbledore looked at Harry with sad eyes already able to see the ignominy the boy would face but shook his head.

"I still need to think of a punishment for you," he stated. Harry sighed this was all he needed.

"You will be given detention with Professor Snape for two weeks. You will lose fifty house points and you will help Hagrid with cleaning up after the animals yes?" Dumbledore stated.

"Yes sir," Harry muttered darkly. Great he was like a slave now.

"Good well you have lessons to be attending," Dumbledore stated signalling that this was the end of the conversation. Harry nodded and stood up. He slowly walked out of the office and through the twisting and winding corridors. He knew he had history of magic next to he breathed a resigned sigh and walked off with his head hanging.

He got into the class just before the spirit of the teacher arrived and he sat next to Hermione who gave him a disapproving glare, which he just grinned at. As soon as the teacher opened his mouth to talk Harry's head had hit the table and he was fast asleep though it was not a restful sleep, or a sleep that other boys would have it was one that plagued him, of something that seemed to stalk him in the shadows.

The dream Harry turned and turned yet seeing nothing but endless blackness. He felt though that something was there. Something deep within the shadows just waiting for him to turn his back and become ignorant and would strike killing him and everyone and everything he lived. He didn't know why he felt like this but he knew that this was true a premonition of sorts or maybe it was just his crazy brain. He walked through the long, and winding corridors that had no doors but tapestries upon tapestries of long, oppressive looking figures with eyes that seemed to follow his every mood with mocking cruelty. As if he would never be good enough. Now if Harry was awake and analysing this dream he would have realised that this was just a figment of his imagination reacting to how he felt in the real world as if he could never be good enough. Though that wasn't the entire dream. Red eyes seemed to stare from behind some paintings and there was hissing all around him and Harry could make it out;

"Kill, I will kill you all and make this world mine." This phrase was repeated over and over again until Harry was getting sick of it. Just like that as is often in dreams the scenery changed to a chamber that somehow seemed familiar to Harry yet still eluded his thoughts. Many robed figures were standing around looking towards a tall figure on podium.

"Stalker have you got the information I asked for," the figure asked in a powerful tone. A thin figure walked forward and bowed.

"Yes my lord," said Stalker. Harry racked his brain. This voice was familiar it was a student in Hogwarts he knew it was but he could not for the sake of him put a face to it. He shrugged though that wasn't important. He stepped slowly forward and as he did his forehead seemed to split open. He groaned and fell to his knees the dampness of the cold stone floor seeping onto his skin. This happened in perfect sync as a tall figure with red eyes and a skeletal face walked up the crowd causing everyone to bow.

"No need my faithful followers I have heard of your progress and I am pleased. Now stalker do not hide your face from me let me see who the true genius of this platoon really is," Harry looked up with pain filled eyes at the blurry figures in front of him. His vision cleared enough to see as the hood went down. He sucked in a sharp breath standing there smirking was…

Authors Note: I am so sorry for the long wait for this ultimately crap chapter. Not my best I know and I'm sorry I really am. Thank you all so much for your reviews it means a lot to me so time to answer your reviews.

Lady Arianna Riddle: Yes I know it's confusing but that is the way I made it to be. Sibling love is a confusing thing I for one completely and utterly despise my older brother though I still love him with all my heart because he is my brother. Also when we go out my parents always look to me to look after him because I do kung fu (and I am a black belt) even though he is very tall, muscular and strong it doesn't matter they care too much for him to let him get hurt. That even confuses me and I tried to explain it as much as I can in this chapter, which is going to put a side plot into this story.

Preoperative: You might find out next chapter or I may do a major twist so it's everyone and no one you'll just have to wait and see also thanks for reviewing nearly every chapter.

Elizabeth Lien: Thanks Un'ombra Solitaria is Italian for A lonely Shadow, which I thought fit really well with this story so there's the answer.

To everyone else who has reviewed this story thank you so much it really helps me and inspires me to write more. It also makes me do this stupid little dance when I get them and makes me holler so I act quite sad really but I get so happy. Also thank you all for saying this is unique. That is what I was going for. I wanted something different then the others out there and I think I have done that. Well enough of my rambling bye all Review please see you next chapter.

One question who do you think is Agent stalker the person/people who get it right will get the next chapter dedicated to them!!!!