A/n: Hello! This is my first time ever writing a story. Although I am very fluent in English, it was not my first language so my words may leave a bit to be desired. I am writing this mainly to improve my writing skills, so don't expect too much. Anyways, thank you for taking the time to read this! I do hope you enjoy!

Note: Hogwarts starts at 13 in this story. 100 Knuts = 1 Sickle. 100 Sickles = 1 Galleon. Not an OP Harry story. Astoria will be younger in this is a Harry/Daphne Story

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any works by J.K Rowling

Chapter 1

October 31, 1981

It was Halloween night for the Potters. Lily and James Potter were tucking their 1 year old twin boys into their cradle and were ready to sleep off the festivities. Earlier that night, they were visited by their dear friends Sirius and Remus. The only friend missing was Pettigrew who didn't show up. It was a bit strange but they quickly threw the thought out when the party started. Only after everything happened would they find out why he wasn't there.

Voldemort had James Potter on the ground unconscious in front of him. All it would take would be a simple killing curse and it would be the end for the man. However, Voldemort decided that enough pureblood had been spilled in this war. He proceeded to send another stunner to make sure James wouldn't wake up before proceeding into the house. The Dark Lord followed the strong magical energies before standing in front of a white door. Our Precious Harry & Jamie's Room was engraved in gold on the door. Anyone else standing in front of it would probably have at least a small smile seeing how cute it was. Voldemort was not that anyone else. With a spell, the door flung open to reveal Lily Potter standing in front of a cradle with her wand protectively. Before she could respond, the lazy flick of the Dark Lord's wrist sent her wand flying across the room.

"Move aside, girl!" he snarled

"No please! Take me! Take me instead!" she pleaded with her hands clapsed together.

"Avada Kedavra!"

While Voldemort was focused on the begging woman in front of him, he failed to notice one of the boys behind her standing up in the crib with his arms stretched out, as if he was forming a shield around them. A blue light encompassed the room and a violent screech could be heard where the Dark Lord was standing. When the light died down, a disheveled James Potter bursted through the door.

"Lilly!" James shouted. "Where did he go? Are you al-." He halted mid sentence when he came across the scene in front of him. On the ground was a Lily Potter passed out. After checking on his wife, he found one of his sons, Harry sleeping away in the crib. His other son Jamie had finally awoken and was crying loudly. Picking up the crying boy to console him, James noticed something peculiar on his head.

A lightning shaped scar.

February 1989 (8 yrs)

8 year old Harry and Jamie Potter were in their courtyard shooting spells at each other. Standing to the side watching them intently was their father. When a hex hit from Jamie hit Harry, their father's face morphed into a disapproving look.

"Harry! You need to focus more and move faster on your feet. Look at what your brother is doing, try keeping up with him!" James shouted with an almost condescending tone towards Harry.

The boy in question could only avert his eyes towards his father and look down in shame. James gave him a hard glare but his attention was diverted. His face softened when a young Jamie bounced up to him with a grin on his face.

"Father, father, father!" Jamie started excitedly. "Did you see that? I told you I could do it! Is that enough for you to start teaching me that new spell you came up with?"

James could only chuckle and he ruffled the enthusiastic boy's hair. "I'll start showing you the wand movements next week, son. But I want you to head inside and get ready for the ball tonight. Wear something nice because I expect my dark lord vanquisher to have many girls wanting to dance with him this evening." James said with a wink.

An angry voice from the porch could be heard shouting towards them. "James Potter! Are you already teaching our son to break young witches' hearts?" James turned to find the sight of his crossed armed red haired wife staring angrily back at him.

"I have no idea what you're talking about dear." he said, trying his best to look innocent.

Jamie started giggling when his father tried doing his innocent look before hurrying off inside to prepare for the ball tonight.

Lily could only roll her eyes at the poor attempt. "Well before I caught you trying to corrupt our son, I was here to tell you I'm going to need someone to help me with my outfit for tonight." she said almost sultrily before walking off.

Watching his wife walk away like that brought a huge grin on his face. Both of them had been so happy when they saw how well Jamie was doing and that happiness carried on to their love for each other. When he found the scar on Jamie's head, he and Lily immediately contacted Dumbledore to come perform a check on it. They couldn't exactly figure out what it contained but they assumed it was the result of whatever magic Jamie performed that night that took down Voldemort. The entire wizarding world hailed Jamie Potter as 'The Boy Who Lived' and 'Vanquisher of the Dark Lord' that very night. With it came so much prestige and fame to their house. Lily was probably the happiest he's ever seen her, so proud to be the mother of the Boy Who Lived. His happy thoughts through the events that transpired were interrupted by an abrupt question.

"Father, can you teach me the spell as well?" an excited Harry stood in front of his father with a shine in his eyes.

"No, I won't be teaching it to you until you're caught up to where your brother is right now." James immediately said without giving it a second thought. "Off with you now. I have to get ready for Jamie's event tonight."

And to "help" my wife with her "dress". He thought with a dreamy look on his face.

The little boy could only look disheartened but he went off inside without complaint. His father has been like that for a while now, comparing him to his brother. Harry knew that his wand work wasn't as good as his brother, so he would spend most of his time in the library. He would apply the knowledge during late nights in the backyard with the practice wands his father got him and Jamie. Due to the nature of their celebrity status, the ministry of magic allowed them the exception of being able to carry wands at an early age and use them in cases of emergency.

As he was making his way to the Potter Library, he came across his mother in the halls holding a pouch out to him.

"Your allowance for the week." She said curtly.

Harry nodded and took his coins that would be equivalent to 2 galleons. His mother proceeded to walk off without another word to him.

It had always been like that. While his mother doted on Jamie, she would barely give Harry any attention if any at all. The only interactions he really had with her was when she gave him his allowance or when she handed him a plate of food for dinner. He always figured that his mother also compared him to his brother. His mother probably thought he was even more of a lost cause than his father did, so instead she would rather spend time doting on Jamie. While Jamie excelled at learning and using magic, Harry fell behind. Where Jamie was social and talkative to people at social functions, Harry was awkward and quiet.

There was an upside to his parents' act towards him. He generally was able to do whatever he wanted without them really paying attention to him. He even opened up an account at Gringrotts with all the money he saved. He wasn't as big of a spender as his family so over the years, it should've saved up a considerable amount.

When he reached the library, he immediately went to the theory section and began reading. He always liked reading about theories on magic. Harry knew that there was much to be explored still with magic and always wanted to branch out to learn as much as he could.

Time seemed lost to him as he laid on the couch reading. The book that was occupying his attention was interesting enough.

'Could magic be alive? By Tera Krentrilfric'

"Spells as we know it are casted when the proper incantation and wand movements are carried out. But what most witches and wizards forget is that another requirement must be met before some spells can be cast. The intent behind the person casting it. An example would be one of the unforgivables, the torture curse. Recorded by some of the users who have casted in the past, all of them would give testimony that to cast it, one must have a strong feeling of hatred towards another for it to take full effect. Could magic as we know it be sentient enough to pick up on our feelings and desires to project them?

On the topic of feelings and desires, advanced witches and wizards can utilize their magic silently albeit mostly simple spells. This takes years of practice and the users must have a deep connection with their wands.

Does this mean our wands are magic itself? Well before you go trying to start up a conversation with your wand, we have to also mention the usage of wandless magic.

Wandless magic is different from accidental magic. While there have been some recorded cases of powerful wizards using magic without a wand occasionally , we only know of one couple that have been seen to be able to cast without a wand on a consistent basis. Nicholas and Perenelle Flamel. On the rare occasions we do see them and the rarer occasions of them using magic, it has never been with a wand. When questioned about this in one of their 3 interviews ever, the couple merely stated it was easier for them and they actually had trouble using wands.

Starting on our theory with all these points, we can assume that…"

Harry yawned when he closed the book. He had read well into the night. Putting the book back into its place he tiredly walked back to his room.

"Wandless magic…it sounds amazing. Being able to cast spells without having to rely on a wand would be incredibly useful." He mused out loud.

"But the drawback of not being able to use a wand as well would be pretty annoying. Ugh imagine having to explain to everyone you come across when they see you casting magic." He shivered at that thought.

Harry arrived in front of his door. His room was pretty isolated from the rest of his family, it being situated at one of the edges of the manor. While Jamie had a large room and was close to his parents, kitchen and living room, Harry's was near the library. Not that he really minded being near the library. But the constant reminder that he was farther away from the family did make him a bit sad.

"One day…" he muttered. "One day they'll acknowledge me. I'll work harder until they finally see what I can do."

April 1993 (11 yrs)

It was one of the rare moments Harry got to tag along with the family into Diagon alley. Like how they usually went about in public, his parents and Jamie walked boldly ahead while Harry quietly trailed behind. They were going to go shopping for clothes and Harry really was in need of new ones. When they were walking through Diagon Alley, witches and wizards all around them started staring. Intense whispers and pointing were all directed at the family. While James gave a curt nod at people walking by, Lily seemed to bask in the limelight. Her arm moved to wave or throw kisses at the growing crowd of admirers. Jamie wasn't any better. He himself was waving at the crowd and occasionally winking at groups of young witches.

"Ha! They absolutely love me! You see that little bro? Maybe if you find a dark lord and defeat him you might be a bit cool like me!"

Harry rolled his eyes at his twin's comment. "Little bro? I was the one born first…bloody hell is he talking about…." He muttered with an annoyed look on his face.

"Well let's hope there's not going to be another dark lord ever." James said with a chuckle. "However, I have full confidence that you'll crush the next one, Jamie, should they ever arise!

Lily stopped for a moment to glower at her husband and son. "Hmph! I don't want to hear another word about my boy fighting another dark lord! He's already a hero, there's nothing else he needs to prove!" She huffed. "If anything's going to happen, Jamies going to go to Hogwarts and become a famous potioner when he grows up!"

"Unacceptable! He'll become a quidditch star! Fat chance he'll gain any fame from potions!"

"No chance with potions? Oh, what about skele-gro? Wasn't it one of your ancestors that made it?" Lily retorted.

The husband and wife would continue their argument on what Jamie would be doing. They seemed to forget where they were for a moment and it didn't exactly go unnoticed by the crowd around them. The witches and wizards started to shift more of their attention onto the couple with a few chuckles and giggles. They found it amusing watching the lover's spat.

With the eyes now on his parents, nobody around seemed to have noticed that The Boy Who Lived was missing from the family. No one but Harry.

Harry's eyes gazed around searching for any sign of his brother but couldn't see him anywhere. How would someone even kidnap him in broad daylight? They couldn't have just walked up and snatched him could they? He immediately left his parents and set off to look for his brother. As much as he was annoyed at him at times or he even dared say, jealous of him, Jamie was still his brother. The Potter boy only shook his head and refocused harder on looking for his twin.

It would be a few minutes of searching before Harry saw his brother nonchalantly walking down an alley. He could only breathe out a sigh of relief. It didn't look like he was getting kidnapped after all. Harry hurriedly took off towards Jamie's direction, trying to catch up.

The alley he found himself in was rather different from the normal Diagon Alley. For starters, it was more scarce of people. The only ones he saw seemed to be trying to avoid any attention and wore something to cover their identities such as hoods or masks. An eerie gloom seemed to encompass the street, making the place seem somehow darker. Harry walked nervously down the alley until he came across the scene in front of him. His brother was in an intense duel with a large darkly robed wizard. And he was losing.

"I'll have your head Potter!" The robed man snarled. He sent a cutting curse towards Jamie's head, who barely stepped to the side in time but not before it grazed his left cheek. "Once the Dark Lord rises again and finds that I have killed you, he'll reward me handsomely!"

"If he rises again I'll kill him like I did the last time!" Jamie spat angrily at the man. "Some dark lord I imagine! Ha ha ha! Bested by a 1 year old!" Despite Jamie's taunting, anyone watching the fight could see he was on his last legs. He was breathing hard and his movements seemed to get slower and slower with every second that passed by. Harry knew he had to do something or else his brother would be killed.

A curse was thrown at Jamie and this time, Harry knew that he wouldn't be able to dodge it. Whether he was distracted with his taunting or too fatigued to do anything, it didn't matter because it was coming fast. Harry was already fumbling with his wand to hastily cast a shielding charm in front of his brother.

2 sets of eyes drew onto Harry. The younger one looked furious when he saw his meddlesome brother while the older, much more dangerous one seemed to be simmering with glee.

"What the bloody hell are you doing here you idiot? I don't need your help now get lo-"

"Crucio" the man whispered.

Jamie didn't exactly know what spell that was but if it inflicted any pain, he could probably take it. After all he defeated Voldemort, what was a bit of pain in a duel like this? But in that split second, the only thing he felt was a hand forcefully shoving him away. The curse that was meant for him had somehow ended up hitting Harry.

Immediately that intense feeling of pain surged through Harry, causing him to hobble over onto Jamie while howling in agony. Tears were freely falling from his eyes and his mind felt like it would shatter from it. Every neuron in his body seemed to fire up, alerting him that he was just attacked by one of the most vicious spells to have ever been used in magical history.

"Get off me you idiot!" Jamie shouted, shoving Harry off him onto the hard ground. "Quit whining you baby! I didn't need you to do that because unlike you I could probably take a little bit of pain!" He hastily tried to get up but was stopped when he saw a wand pointed at him.

Since the fight started, it was hard to see what the attacker looked like because of the hood covering his face. But now, Jamie could clearly see the person underneath the hood. It was the face of an older man with an evil grin on his face. It was the grin of someone who has killed many times before and enjoyed it.

"It must be my lucky day. 2 potters in front of me. Oh yes! The dark lord shall truly reward me once he finds out!" The man closed his eyes for a second, lamenting in his future glories and rewards. When he opened his eyes, the same evil grin returned to his face.

"Well brats, it's been fun but I really must be off soon."

Harry recovered enough to see the man make the same similar motion in his hands that he saw many years ago on that fateful night. Images of that night flashed through his mind and he immediately knew what was going to happen next. He raised his hand trying to stop it.

Whatever the spell was Jamie knew he had to do something. So he reached out to grab his wand next to him to try and quickly raise a shield. But he was too late, the spell was already in motion. The next words that he heard caused him to flinch back with his wand arm over his eyes, uselessly trying to shield himself.

"Avada Kedavra."

"No!" Harry screamed in his mind.

The green light seemed to have flown from their attacker's wand but before it could reach the Potter boys, the same bright blue light that appeared on that fateful Halloween night, encompassed the area around, as if shielding them from harm. The last thing the old man felt was a warm and loving energy. Tears suddenly started falling for his eyes. He didn't know why he was crying but it didn't matter. Because the next second, he was nothing more but a body lying still on the ground.

When Jamie uncovered his eyes, the body was his the first thing he saw before he heard the voices of his parents.

"Jamie! Are you alright? Are you hurt anywhere? What are you doing here?"

He felt the arms of his mother wrap tightly around him pulling him to her embrace. His father stood over them with a worried look over his face. The two look disheveled and it was clear they were probably running around searching for him. His eyes moved to the side to see his brother Harry starting to stir and groggily wake up. He scoffed at the pathetic sight he saw his brother in before slowly pulling away from his mother.

"I saw someone suspicious walking down here so I followed them," he grumbled. "He turned on me and we had a duel. When he tried to cast this Abra Ke-whatever curse on me-" Lily and James both immediately gasped but Jamie continued anyway. "- I tried shielding myself from it but then somehow a strange blue light came over me and the next thing I knew he was lying there." Jamie finished, while motioning to the body of their attacker.

Lily only let out another sob and hugged her son again even tighter. James nodded sadly but was curious when he noticed a groan and saw his other son slowly waking up. He just realized that Jamie wasn't by himself and questions started appearing in his head on what on earth his other son could be doing here.

"Jamie? Why is your brother here? And laying on the ground too?" James asked while nodding towards Harry's waking body.

A snort could be heard from Jamie. "This idiot over here? He tried following me and got in the way, almost costing me the fight. The moron let himself be hit with just one spell and he's been passed out ever since."

When Harry was finally able to get up, he was met with the murderous glare of both his parents. His father angrily walked over towards him.

"Mom…Dad…I…" he stammered.

James would hear none of it. He yanked Harry up by his hair earning a loud yelp from the boy, forcing him to face him eye level. Harry was breathing hard from the aftereffects of the cruciatus curse and the pull hurt more than usual.

"I knew you were always useless for a long time boy," James hissed. "But never did I think a son of mine would be a coward as well! You lie there while your brother fights his heart out to protect you!" Before Harry could even get the chance to defend himself, his father shove him away.

"We're leaving after I call the aurors! My son Jamie was almost killed today, our family has been through enough. And boy," James growled while glaring at Harry. "I don't want to see you for at least another month. You'll have your meals in your room and if I see you leave…" James trailed off leaving what would happen to everyone's imagination.

"Wait Father I didn't…" Harry didn't dare say another word when his father gave him another murderous glare. He could only sigh in defeat and nod obediently before following them home.

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The next month would be hell for Harry. He was locked inside his room and the only visitor he received was one of the family house elves, Tilly, to bring him food. He tried asking for more but she would only look at him sadly before shaking her head fearfully and saying, "Master tells Tilly only to give young master a loaf of bread and some meat once a day. Tilly is a good elf, Tilly listens to master!"

Harry groaned in frustration. Still, at least he was getting some food and he could always get water from his sink in the bathroom. During the day he was bored enough to reread the available books he had in his room and tried his best to conserve his energy.

The nights weren't any better. His dreams were filled with the face of death eater they fought performing the cruciatus curse on him, ending with him waking up sweaty in the middle of the night. Even though the fight was a couple of days ago, Harry would sometimes feel the effects of the curse which led to his body to start twitching. It would go on for a minute or two before he realized no one was there.

On one particular night it was much worse.

Harry was trying to close his eyes and let his mind rest but something was telling him that he wasn't alone. The room suddenly felt colder than usual and an eerie feeling swept over his body. He slowly opened his eyes fearfully searching around his room.

There it was.

A silhouette of a person stood across from his bed. The figure just stared straight at him as if to taunt him. Harry did the logical thing someone in his situation would do.

"AHHHHHHHHH!" he screamed. Harry jumped straight out of bed trying to reach for his wand on his nightstand. The figure started moving towards him at such a lightning fast speed that there was no way he would reach for his wand. Instead, decided to move his arms in front of him to shield himself.

Various items started moving in front of him as if to instinctively protect him. Books, blankets, his chair and even a pillow formed a wall in front of him. A second later, the lights started to flicker on.

Harry Potter blinked in amazement at the floating items in front of him. They mysteriously resembled a shield. He hesitated for a second for a second before lowering his arms. The shield-shaped items started falling to the ground to reveal his robes hanging against the wall.

"It was just my robes…bloody hell I really am going mental." Harry sighed. He tiredly rubbed his eyes before he realized the second thing that happened. "Wait...did I just perform wandless magic?"

Looking to his nightstand to see his wand still laying there confirmed his suspicion. "Brilliant! Bloody brilliant!" Harry shouted, while jumping up and down excitingly. A huge grin was plastered across his face for the first time since his imprisonment.

"This might not be too bad," he mused. "I can spend time practicing this ability. Who knows what I'll be able to do. Maybe…maybe…they'll acknowledge me this time! Once I get the hang of it I'll…I'll..show…" Harry's eyes started to get droopy before he promptly passed out on the ground.

When he woke up again, his body was sore and tired all over. He tried to move some of the books on his shelf with the wandless casting only to feel a sharp pain before passing out once again.

July 1993

The reflection of a frail and skinny boy stared back at him. His skin was pale from the lack of nutrition and his long hair was a disheveled mess, signs that he barely took care of it. But the scariest part was his eyes. Once they were almost shining emerald green but now they were dull. His sockets were red and dark bags laid under them, giving him a soulless look.

It's been 3 months. 3 months since he was locked in his room.

Harry Potter sighed before looking away from the mirror and back at the newspaper Tilly got him.

Head of House Potter's Shocking Announcement

By Rita Skeeter

Dear readers! I was sitting at my desk this morning writing the next juicy story (which will be published later this week so stay tuned!) when all of a sudden I received a letter from the current head of House Potter to meet later that afternoon for an exclusive interview!

I of course immediately wrote back and told him I would be there and was glad I did! I met Lord Potter at his home that afternoon in which he told me he had an announcement to make that the wizarding world should know:

"Harry Potter will no longer be the heir to House Potter. His embarrassing actions 3 months ago have shown that he is inadequate for that position and it shames me to even call him son. The position will instead go to his younger brother Jamie Potter, MY son who also vanquished the dark lord. It brings me great joy to give the people of magical Britain this news."

Wow! A shocking announcement indeed! Many prominent figures in our wizarding community have stood by this announcement such as Lord Abbot and Lord Longbottom to name a few.

If you haven't read what the event was that took place, here's a quick recap:

Britain's own Boy Who Lived was separated from his family during a trip down Diagon Alley when he noticed a suspicious looking individual walking down Knockturn alley. There he followed said individual and proceeded to be attacked by him where both of them engaged in a vicious duel (please note that Minister Fudge has signed an exemption for House Potter's underaged to be allowed wand usage).

While Jamie Potter was amazingly holding his own against an experienced dueler, his brother Harry tried sneaking into the fight with a plan to swoop in and finish the attacker when both of the duelers were tired. His plan however did not go as he wanted and was instead hit with a stray spell that rendered him unconscious for the rest of the fight.

When the attacker noticed a slumped over Harry Potter, he proceeded to send curse after curse against his body. Jamie Potter would be forced to fight off the attacker while defending his brother. Doing a task that not even some of the most experienced duelers could do, it wouldn't be long before he was overwhelmed and forced onto the ground besides his brother.

The attacker had his wand in front of the unconscious form of Harry Potter ready to cast the killing curse. When the usual green light came out, Jamie Potter bravely leapt in front of his brother to try and shield him. Miraculously, whatever magic that stopped the killing curse from he-who-must-not-be-named 10 years ago stopped this one as well and our attacker met his end there. That was when Lord and Lady Potter found their children.

Wizards that accompanied the worried parents said that they saw a touching scene of the family embracing Jamie and how proud they were that despite his brother's skullduggery, he still defended him.

The attacker was later revealed to be Lord Goyle which shocked many of the ancient and noble families. Lord Goyle was suspected of being a death eater under the dark lord in the last war…

Harry closed the newspaper in defeat. The last few months similar news articles have come out about what happened in Knockturn Alley. Many in the magical community gave stories about the rare times they met or saw him, mostly made up, and twisted who he really was. To them he was a jealous attention seeking kid who wanted to be better than his brother but could never do it. They even went as far to say he was a squib with some of the community spreading rumors that he couldn't perform magic.

He couldn't take it anymore. Being locked in the room was going to drive him crazy. He still had night terrors from the crucio curse, making it hard to sleep. To top it off, he needed that sleep to conserve what little energy he had between the practice and small portions of food he received.

Harry stood up from his bed and made his way to the door. He closed his eyes and held his hand out trying to imagine the door open.

"Alohomora!" He thought, trying to force it open. "Come on! 3 months of practice…it's just a simple spell…come on….come on."

Harry started to feel his breathing get ragged. He knew he wouldn't last long. Already his magic core was starting to feel the strain. The door had to be open and it had to open soon. He put everything he had and forcefully imagined the door opening.

The boy had tried many times before to escape the hellish prison but when he was so close to getting the door open he would just pass out. Yet this time it felt different.

This time he felt a strange pull from the door. He could almost feel the magic surging around the door, blocking him from opening it. His own magic reached out and yanked it away.

When Harry opened his eyes, the door in front of slowly opened.

He could only stare in awe. The obstacle that imprisoned him for all those months that drained him physically and mentally was gone.

A/N: Thanks for reading! As of writing this now 4/7/2022, I have about 16k words already written up and will continue to write. I do have a sense of direction where I want the story to go but sometimes when I write, stuff happens so it probably won't end up the way it's planned out.

My goal is for this story to have at least 150k words by the time I'm finished and have it completed by the end of the year.

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