Disclaimer: Anything in this is only my take on a different Harry Potter fan fiction topic. Harry Potter and many things in this is of JK Rowling's.
"Lily? Are the boys okay?" James Fleamont Potter asked his wife as he stands up drowsily as the effects of the stunner that Voldemort sent at him starts to disappear.
Lily Evans Potter looks over her two sons and nodded, though she noticed the younger one needed medical attention. Maybe this is the mark of the Dark Lord?
Lily shook her head and starts to walk towards her husband slowly. That banishing spell had thrown her to the wall and she has a slight concussion. No need to think about who is The Chosen One.
She picked up her son, David Potter, and starts downstairs, forgetting there is someone else . . . .
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Harry James Potter scowled at his little brother. Why does no one want him? His parents, his godfather, his uncle, everyone said that he is old enough to take care of himself, therefore, he should spend his times with the elves and let them take care of his five-year-old baby brother.
Sure, David Charlus is the Boy-Who-Survived-From-The-Killing-Curse, but Harry is here too. He needs to know how his mother's hugs are like or, his father's pats, or the love of a friend . . .
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Harry kept meditating. They have forgotten about him completely. Did they even know that ickle Davie has a twin?
Harry started doing his Occlumency exercises. It doesn't matter now. These things, love and playfulness, these things don't matter in the competitive real world.
Every dark cloud has a silver lining, after all.
The fact that he was only eight were lost to everyone in this world. The mere fact that everyone else forgot him never came to his mother or father or uncle or godfather. The truth that his brother doesn't know he has an older twin to turn to was lost . . . .
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Lily Evans Potter looked at the official-looking Hogwarts owl happily. It was perfect that her baby's letter is coming on his eleventh birthday!
"David!" Her melodious voice called.
A groan was heard from upstairs as an excited eleven-year-old and a grumbling thirty-one-year-old entered the little dining room.
It was a modest room. It was connected to the kitchen and had a single table with five chairs. For her, for James, for David, and for . . . a guest, right. Two guests.
'Why did she feel she was forgetting something?' She never thought. She continued.
The owl landed on the table and dropped two letters on it. It then ruffled its wings and flew away after giving a happy hoot.
David asked curiously, "Why are there two letters?"
James answered thoughtfully, "Maybe they sent a copy? Or the owl dropped another student's letter? I mean, David doesn't have a twin . . ."
Or does he?
Lily was frozen in her place. She had one letter for 'Harry J. Potter, the Heir's room, Godric's Hollow, Wales' in her hand.
'No. How could this happen? How did she forget that there was one more? Was she so interested in David that she forgot his OLDER BROTHER?
"No . . ." she pleaded to nobody. "It cannot happen."
James stood up and tried to console Lily, "Lils? What is it?"
She passed him the letter and his eyes widened. David looked over the letter and said "Harry J. Potter? Who is he? I thought that there is the Heir's room is like a storage room now?"
And they didn't even tell him . . .
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Harry muttered, "Sursum Volant." And he started flying. His emerald green eyes flashed gold and white before his whole eyes turned a heating cyan before it turned to its normal state.
This was the first spell he created and it was it's first successful try. Maybe he will make himself some pasta to treat himself. Or he can ask the elves?
Maybe.
Harry let himself float back down. Every time he tried a new spell, he wanted to consume a chocolate frog with some mints to remember it. Maybe it was just his muse that made him crave this?
Maybe.
". . . now?" David Potter's voice sounded, and Harry turned back. He knew that he should have not come inside. Maybe that was his muse's warning. Or maybe the elves?
Maybe.
"How did we forget him?" Harry stopped in his tracks. They were talking about him. Harry . . . Potter.
Harry shook his head. They were probably kissing in front of David again. That sounded more plausible.
"I . . . don't know, Lils. How could we have forgotten that David had a brother?"
Harry's eyes widened. How? He turned around to see a letter from Hogwarts in James Potter's hands. Huh, guess Mister Potter finally figured out that he has another son.
That's who he was. Not father, not dad, Mister Potter. Harry has not called him dad since he was six, and father since he was seven. They forgot him, so he decided to return the favour and cut his ties from them.
They deserved it.
Harry kept walking, maybe not as slowly as he should have because - "Hey! Who are you?!"
Harry's face turned into an involuntary scowl. Harry turned back to the surprised boy and barked, "A human!" And turned around, stomping away from the house.
He didn't hear a woman say, "Harry . . ."
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David asked his mother angrily, "Mum, who is he?! And why didn't you do anything?! He literally walked into our house and insulted us!"
David was in for a bad surprise. Though every dark cloud has a silver lining, and this dark cloud told him that 'Ask for forgiveness, though unnecessary as it may be at the time, even the infallible make mistakes.' And 'Trust anyone and take their advice, but first, think and plan on it.'
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Harry sobbed and cried. He was in the forest behind the Godric's Hollow. Away and alone. As much as craved love, they betrayed his, and haven't been punished.
He craved their love and his revenge on them.
A soft feminine voice said, "Merlinus Ambrosius, 'r shouldst I sayeth Myrddin Emrys, 'r would thee prefer Harry Peverell? Anyone who is't thee may beest, issue, beest halcyon. Thou art the Chosen of Charm, O Merlin, and f'r yond I has't cometh. Fate is cruel to thee, crook'd coequal, but I has't cometh to save thee. Beest halcyon, beest quiet, f'r I am hither to holp thee. Stayeth with me, O the Chosen of Charm, f'r I knoweth thy destiny is ranker than most. O most wondrous Merlin, the Founder of New Magics, I bow ere thee to maketh thy cousin. Believeth me, O Owner of Excalibur, f'r I am the Mistress of the Lake."
Harry dumbly said, "Excalibur is of King Arthur's."
"Thee has't been running from the sooth, and thee knoweth t, issue. Argue not with the wise f'r thee knoweth not all the history. I am hither to holp thee, and save thee. I shall beest thy cousin on this journey of yours, and shall teachest thee everything"
"As you say, ma'am."
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In the first year of Hogwarts, David Potter made friends with Housemate and Family Friend, Neville Longbottom, and a foolish reckless strategist, Ronald Weasley, almost immediately. They were all Gryffindor.
David Potter saved muggle-born, Hermione Granger, from a troll. He claimed that he used the levitation charm to save them and it was his mistake that this happened. Hermione Granger was friendly with him and his friends afterwards.
During Christmas, the Potter family was not exactly able to celebrate it as due to trying to find a certain Harry Potter. They never thought of the woods behind their very house.
They gave up.
(Everything similar to cannon in the first year)
The summer after year, the Potter Family won the Daily Prophet Lucky Draw, they went to Rome, their family's place of origin. It was nice.
David met a strange house-elf named name Dobby, who said to not go back to Hogwarts. David went back to Hogwarts with a flying car and a redhead with a fat rat.
David found out he is a Parslemouth after he hissed like a scared cat in front of Lockhart. Everyone but a few abandoned him.
David Potter killed a Basilisk with Dean Thomas.
Draco Malfoy attempted to kill Potter, he got expelled. He changed to Dumstrangs. Snape left his job to follow.
(Everything similar to the ending of Book 2)
Weasleys won Daily Prophet Lucky Draw, Ron sent a book on curses for David's birthday. Hermione sent a book on wand lore. Dean sent a broom maintenance kit. Neville sent a book on the history of the ministry.
Pettigrew, accidentally, got Kissed. I see no difference.
A normal year. Finally.
And now, the story continues:
Harry opened his eyes and muttered, "Why do I have to return to the normal society again? By Magic, they are fooling around. Again. I almost feel like I made a mistake by helping them last time."
The lanky and skinny boy got up. He was not much distinguishable. The only things that set him apart were his magical aura and his vibrant green, almost golden, eyes. He wore vibrant coloured wizarding robes, not unlike one Albus Dumbledore's, and his long, jet black, shining green in the natural sunlight, were messily hanging around his shoulders. His emerald green eyes, that looked golden at first glance, were shining with power and loneliness.
Merlinus Ambrosius, Myrddin Emrys, The Chosen One of Magic, The Merlin, has woken again. Harry Peverell, previously known as Harry Potter, has decided that the war is to be ended by him. And for that, he shall start with defence. As they said: Defence is the biggest Offence.
Harry disappeared in a trice, a slight pop was heard by the birds nearby as he did so, but only his wise owl, Archimedes, and it's mate, Hedwig, can confirm.
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Harry appeared in a graveyard and groaned. Why did Voldemort have to choose that arrogant little toerag as his 'equal', granted, he is a nice little boy, but he is also a spoiled and pompous baby.
Harry moved past the gravestones of 'Timothy Riddle IX' and 'Thea Riddle nee White', storming past the broken grave of one 'Travis Riddle' to crouch behind the grave of 'Teresa Riddle nee Snape'.
Harry mumbled, "It's all nice and shiny right here. No one would have thought that an evil psycho would try to resurrect right here."
Harry tiptoed towards his destination, and soon, he started hearing voices. After hearing those rude and uncouth tones, maybe he should not mention this event to Lady of the Lake.
"AH! FUCKING STOP TRYING TO KILL ME!" Yes, he will not mention their language. Harry may be evil, but even he will not leave her on these dummies.
A nervous voice slowly said, "Silence, Potter, and watch as my Master rise from his trip to Death!" And since it was not more dramatic, Harry concluded that the minion was really nervous as to not botch this ritual up.
Harry crouched behind the gravestone of 'Son of Thomas and Mary, Tom Riddle; 1906 - 1943'. He wanted a front seat on this ritual if it ever botched up. A Voldemort with a female body would be too hilarious to not watch.
Harry had to wait five more minutes to see if he wanted to be disappointed or amused. He had to be disappointed though because Tom said in his hissing and high, but male, tone, "Ah! David Potter, my sweet sweet enemy! I would have thought you would have already run away to dear mummy or Dumbledore."
Harry cringed as the voice that sounded younger than it's opponent's voice called it younger. But, of course, David ignored it and hissed, "Voldemort, you snake! How did you even return from the last time I defeated you?"
Tom hissed in a cat-like aggressive fashion and said to his minion, some Lestrange maybe, "Rabastan, call the others. Let everyone know that their Lord is very much back in a physical shape!"
Rabastan Lestrange nodded nervously and pressed his mark. Harry snorted internally. Voldemort was using the Parseltounge version of Protean Charm, a charm that was invented by newbloods (muggle-borns) William and Katherine Johnson had invented, and to see these disgusting snobs use it with pride . . . Hillarious!
Several whooshing sounds were heard as the other 'royal and superior' 'Death Eaters' appeared in a 'stylish and original' manner. It looked to Harry as if beggars suddenly appeared to murder noble people. Well, not all beggars did this but there are some always, like when he last time went to York during the Siege of Dementors in 1041 . . .
Harry shook his head hurriedly, no need to think about that White Cloaked Enemy of Arthur and his minions now.
"My Loyal Followers, welcome! It has been thirteen years . . . yet you are here as if it was yesterday that I hold our previous council. Healthy and Whole. Bursting in excitement with your power . . . I confess myself disappointed. How such mighty wizards and witches have not come to aid their master for-"
A Death Nibbler jumped and crashed in the dirt, kissing Tom's helm as he stared at him. The minion said, "I apologise, Master, Forgive me. Forgive all of us for our misdeeds. We were-"
"incapable? Avery, my loyal friend! You should have known I have not died after taking a glance at your Mark for you have known me longer than others. And this is why I am greatly disappointed in you, for you not even understood that none of you shall interrupt me! Give me thirteen years, and I may think to forgive you."
Tom walked past his followers and announced, "Nott. McNair. Crabbe. Goyle. None of you tried to even research if I had gone . . ."
'He sounds hurt!' Harry thought in surprise.
Tom growled at the last male, "Not even you, Lucius!"
'Nah, he is just angry to live dependent on something.' Harry dejectedly thought.
Lucius Malfoy said in his simpering tone, "My Lord, I was constantly on alert. Had there been any rumours or happenings, I had been there, to try to search for you. I have been searching for thirteen years, My Lord!"
Voldemort's eyes burned red in anger as he hissed in his high tone, "Lies! There have signs, my slippery friend, and they were more than whispers."
Lucy tried again, "My Lord, it was only a mask I presented in the world. Even to my own son had hidden the true ways. I got-"
Tom retorted, "I think it's safe to say, Lucius, that you are a man of many masks."
Then, had Rabastan said in a loyal and pathetically sweet voice, "My Lord, I returned when not even my brother and Bellatrix did. I am right here, My Lord, and I helped you back to your physical form!"
Tom said with disappointment, "Remember, my most loyal follower, that Bella and Rudolphus are still in Azkaban. And you, yes, show me your hand."
Rabastan showed his left hand which was missing its thumb. Rabastan had chosen his thumb to be the 'flesh, of the servant, willingly given'. The thumb was bleeding a lot and Rabastan looked pale enough to die of blood loss. Weakling.
A mechanical steel thumb replaced Rabastan's thumb from the flick of Tom's wand. 'Huh, great magic, Tom. Never would have thought that you would be great in the subject that was your favourite' Harry thought amusedly.
Tom looked at Cedric Diggory's dead body and muttered amusedly, "The Lord giveth . . . and the Lord taketh away . . ."
Tom continued, "It is a simple muggle saying that I have always found . . . amusing." and touched Diggory's face with his right foot and clucked his tongue.
Tom finished, "Such a handsome pureblood taketh away."
David shouted in his Gryffindor ways, "LEAVE HIM THE FUCK ALONE, VOLDEMORT!
Voldemort narrowed his suddenly glowing eyes and said in a sweet friendly tone, "David! I had almost forgotten you were there! I would introduce you but word has it that you are as famous as me these days!"
Attention. Attention and Love, freely given. That was something Harry never had until he ran away from his 'family'.
Harry came from the back of the gravestone and said amusedly, "So, Tom, would you introduce me to your 'supreme' friends?"
Tom narrowed his eyes and said, "And, who you might be, little boy?"
Harry looked in Voldemort's eyes and grinned at the shocked looking at seeing his almost golden eyes. Harry said, "I have been christened with many names, mind you, not every name with hyphens, but my birth name was Harry James Potter, the older twin of David Potter. You can call me Harry Peverell though, I am not good terms with my 'family'."
There was a collective take of breath as he said his name. One person shouted, "YOU LIE!" and that one person happened to be his dear brother. Harry almost laughed.
Harry said, "Oh, hello, little brother, never thought I would save you after I ran away from our 'home'. Maybe say 'hello' for the first time to me in your whole life?"
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David knew when Cedric died his day was going to get worse. He wouldn't have thought he would have been saved by his 'brother'.
This person was the only reason his family didn't get happy for one whole year. He made his parents sad when he ran away. Granted, they didn't pay him attention and David never knew him, but was it their fault that he was not just important enough?
First, Voldemort came. Then, Death Eaters came. Now, his ponce of a brother.
This boy had shoulder-length messy hair and an amused and sadistic smile on his face like he will choke you then to revive you, just to stuff eyeballs down your throat to kill, just for a laugh. He wore bright yellow and purple robes and was skinny. He had some muscles, but not enough to differentiate him from being called 'tall and lanky'. His most special feature, a feature which told everyone who his mother if they didn't figure out with his face structure and messy black hair, was his eyes.
His emerald green eyes that looked like they were gold. Granted, Lily Potter's eyes were not like that, but the almond-shaped eyes and the green colour was enough confirmation.
This is his brother.
"YOU LIE!" He shouted yet again.