His brother
By Rannath
Disclaimer: Don't own Harry Potter, or any of theassociated ideas.

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They were both born on July thirty first. Harry, the oldest was born at 11:26 and Adam, the youngest, at 11:58. On Halloween of that year Voldemort attacked. The door crashed open and the tall gaunt man walked in.

Glancing around Voldemort smirked at James as he shouted back to his wife. He'd leave them alive, to know that they couldn't protect their child. Perhaps he should kill both children, just in case. While James' head was still turned toward the room with Lily and the boys in it Voldemort shot a glittering red spark at James, causing him to fall into unconsciousness. He smirked and stepped over James' still frame and walked up the stairs whistling a demented, happy tune. When he got to the top of the stair case he saw Lily's shadow on the floor, the outline of a wand in its dull black hands. He smirked and flicked his wand, saying something under his breath. When the red spark hit his shield he wondered,

What should I have for breakfast tomorrow? Flap Jacks? Hmm… no, I won't. Maybe I should have Sausages… and eggs. Yes, over easy I think. He glanced at Lily and grinned, licking his lips at the thought of sausages. Lily looked horrified at that action. Voldemort smirked and a red spark hit Lily in the stomach. Voldemort stepped over her still frame as well. He spied the boy's cribs in the corner of the room, stepping up to them the glanced down into the left one, seeing a boy with a large H on his shirt he flicked his wand into the other crib without even glancing in that direction. With a shout of, "Avada Kedavra" an intensely bright bolt of green light shot out towards the child, Adam. And instant later he felt intense pain. His head snapped around to Adam's crib. There he saw a shattered mirror, a small piece lodged into Adam's forehead, still glowing slightly green. With an impotent scream of rage, at his own stupidity and at the child before him his body burst into ash and his soul went screaming off into the night.

The next morning Sirius made it to the Potter estate to see the door blown off and James on the floor, not moving. Sprinting into the house and to his friend's side he looked him over and noticed the raise and fall of his chest. With a flick of Sirius' wand James was slowly getting to his feet. The two men rushed up the stairs, James, upon seeing his wife revived her, seconds after Sirius bounded over her into the room to check on the boys. His worried shout called the other two to the cribs. Upon seeing Adam, his face covered in his own blood, the mirror shard still in his head and his breathing shallow, Lily snatched up her son and disappeared with a pop. James' eyes widened and he grabbed Harry and ran down to the front door and once outside the house he too disappeared with a pop, shortly followed by his best friend.

Several days later Sirius was in Grimmauld Place with Harry bouncing on his lap giggling. Sirius gave his godson a wry grin. From behind him James came in with his arm around Lily who carried a small bundle. Sirius looked up at his friends and asked,

"How bad is it?" Sirius asked James as he sat heavily into a chair. James looked haggard and moved his head wearily to look at his friend.

"They don't know what's wrong with him," James stopped when Lily buried her face into his shoulder. Sirius stood up with Harry in his arms. James continues without looking up at Sirius, "He's not making any noises, no crying, nothing. No one can tell us why." James' tone was sedated and worn, as though he hadn't slept in weeks. Sirius put his hand on his friends shoulder and smiled wanly.

"You and Lily go get some shut eye, I'll put the boys to sleep, I have the rooms set up already," Sirius' voice was low, but forceful, James looked gratefully at his friend.

"How has Harry been?" asked James in the same weary tone. Sirius shoved his friend's forehead and commended,

"Harry's fine. Go to bed." James nodded and pulled up Lily along side him. Lily gave Adam to Sirius, and Sirius took the boys up the stairs, Lily and James followed him up moving at a much slower pace.

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For now this is a one shot.

There, now Lily and James have a real reason to ignore, or be evil to Harry (other then "We are evil 3125 times worse Dursley clones! GRRR!"), unlike other "Harry's sibling is the BWL or GWL."

3125 is not an arbitrary number, its five fold. Five fold means 5X5X5X5X5, hense 3125