Author's Notes:
This story is a result from ignoring my plot bunny, who then proceeded to smack me over the head with it's idea we'll call (for it's protection) 'carrot' until I finally gave in. It's not my first Harry Potter fan fiction but it is the first one I've written in a while. I'm a bit rusty but hopefully everything will fall into place. Please enjoy the read!

Disclaimer:
I own absolutely nothing, though I can dream. All rights and reserves to one Mrs. J.K. Rowling. I do own Elizabeth & Julian though.

Warning:
1. This story contains SLASH, as in, man/man relationships. If you don't like such things, then please don't read this story.
2. This story contains original characters. If you dislike your fan fiction with OC's please don't read this fiction.
3. This story contains: Bad Language, Strong Sexual Content, and Violence among other things.
4. This story so far is not Beta Read but will be shortly as I'm working it out with a friend of mine. So I'm sorry for any misspelling and such I don't catch. :Bows:
5. No James/Lily bashing, nor Ron bashing. Dumbledore bashing is mild. (I think ) No evil and/or Dark Harry, no evil/and or Dark Twin either. No Good! Slytherins and Bad! Gryffindors: this is important to my Draco/Harry shipping as well as the plot of the story so I won't change that aspect of the story.
6. Other than laughing at them, more so if it was something I pointed out prior to you reading, I ignore flames. Nothing personal, but nobody likes a flame. :Bows:

Summary:
Shortly after the attack on the Potter's, Harry is kidnaped by deranged Death Eaters. After being saved however, he is sent to live with none other than Severus Snape. After eleven years of searching, the Potters finally stopped looking for their son, but never gave up hope that they might find him one day, not knowing that Harry was practically under their nose up that point. The Wizarding World goes on thinking that Julian's, Harry's twin, is the Boy Who Lived–even when he himself doesn't believe it and knows better. But what happens when after a chance meeting, Harry finally comes back to Hogwarts?

Pairings: Draco/Harry, Hermione/Ron, Julian/Ginny, Remus/Sirius, James/Lily and more to follow if need be.

Lament of Innocence
Prologue: Sacrifice

Sometimes the greatest minds can come up with the worst ideas when the situation becomes dire, the willing to end the suffering becomes so desperate.

One could say that Albus Dumbledore was an exemplary individual in that regard. Those might say his move was manipulative, uncaring. Deceitful, perhaps even selfish.

But despite all of this, thanks to unforseen circumstances in his favor, what had been done, was done, and he was of a firm mind that he had done exactly what needed to be done for the boy's preservation.

You see, the first unforseen circumstance was that of one Mrs. Lily Potter having two sons instead of one, as she and her husband had previously been told. Identical twins, both boys. Small, adorable, with soft raven curls though, with perfect little hands and perfect little toes.

James Potter, the boy's father, had been ecstatic, to say the least, to have both sons and anyone in the room knew that they were doomed to be spoiled.

"One for each of us," he'd joked to his wife as he took one of his small newborns into his arms while Lily held the other, both looking down first at their own bundles, then at each others', the boy in James arms sleeping soundly while the other baby boy cried endless, despite his mother soft coos of love to hush him.

It wasn't until the babies were carried away by nurses, set into the same small 'crib' in the nursery that the second baby stopped crying, seeming content to be back with his other half and finally, drifting off to sleep.

This was how Albus found them when James walked him, along with Sirius Black and Remus Lupin, the boy's would be godfathers, to go and see them, his eyes, his smile, his entire being radiating with pride.

Albus had smiled at them, feeling a warmth that lifted his spirits–but then, the miracle of life, such sweet innocence, especially in those times of darkness, despair and death, was a welcome one. But this of course, created a problem. The prophecy only spoke of one child being able to vanish the Dark Lord...and as he would find after a month of trying, there was positively no way of decreeing exactly which son it would be.

It was a year and few months later however, that this question would be answered and the second circumstance came to light.

Both boys were one years old with unruly, shaggy raven hair. Harry had bright emerald green eyes, the trait of his mother, while the other, Julian, had a lightened chocolate brown, the same hue of his father's.

The pair were practically inseparable, even at such a young age: where one crawled, so did the other. And when they babbled and giggle at one another, one could swear they were having their own, private conversation that even in years to come, no one would understand: such was the bond of a twin.

But the happiness did not last, as one may have hoped. As they had been warned, thus going into hiding, the Potters had been attacked by none other than Lord Voldemort, who seemed keen on destroying the only true obstacle he knew of that could prevent him from victory.

The family had been in the living room, the parents watching their sons playing with each other on the floor, the emerald eyed boy and youngest, Harry giggled as he crawled all over his brother, who in turn, giggled as he fought for dominance.

The entire room had paused when they heard a slight jiggle of someone trying to unlock a door. First soft, then harder until finally, James standing to his feet and pulling Lily with him as they both stared at their front door apprehensively only to be startled a moment later as it was blown clear off it's hinges, Lily screaming as James placed his arms around her in a protective embrace, both diving onto the floor before each parents scooped up their children in protective embraces, the twins looking bewildered, their eyes watering as they were on the verge of crying.

A tall ominous figure dressed down in midnight black robes, his hood drawn back to reveal the smug appearance of a horrid creature with snow white pale skin, his lipless mouth curling into a triumphant smirk as he turned each crimson stare onto each baby, the slitted pupils narrowing as his nose flared with excitement.

Then everything had happened so quickly: James giving his wife Julian as he ordered her to take his children and get to safety, pulling his wand. The short lived duel between himself and the Dark Lord, Lily bursting into tears and running to James side as he crumpled to the ground in tormenting pain, leaving her precious children defenseless before being stunned. The Dark Lord, then turned his attention to said children that sat together in the corner, staring up at him with innocent–clueless.

The stream of green light that erupted from the tip of his wand as he sent his more favored of the Unforgivable Curses with enough power to kill the pair of them. Green eyes staring back at him just as he'd crawled in front of his brother who was now bawling behind him.

And after only a few seconds of being hit, the spell was rebounding itself back to the Dark Lord who, with an inhuman wail of rage and shock, evaporated into nothing upon impact.

When Albus had arrived afterward with Hagrid, the Potters were cradling both boys, one in each arm, Lily more then a little upset while James seemed to be trying to keep her calm, ignoring his own wounds in favor of holding his injured and sleeping son.

Albus had rushed over to them, the Potters telling him exactly what happened–though neither was aware exactly how or what happened to the Dark Lord or what the boys did. He'd taken this time to look down at both children: ignoring the injures both had until he despite Harry's effort to protect his older brother and pin pointing exactly what he had been searching for: the mark the Dark Lord would leave behind.

To this day, it's unclear–even to Albus Dumbledore himself–why he'd chosen not to tell James and Lily then that Harry was the baby mentioned in the prophecy. Perhaps because they'd been so upset at nearly losing the two most precious things in their lives. Or maybe because he thought it really didn't matter at the moment–besides, they didn't seem concerned and even he was far more worried about both children's well being.

Thus ironically, he had succeeded in creating his own third unforseen circumstance to fortune.

The forth came only three days later.

He'd had an idea from the start really but it had been confirmed when Albus had been made aware of one disturbing fact: the Dark Lord was not as everyone was rejoicing, 'dead'. No, he was alive–weak and incredibly so–but not dead as of yet. Which meant that Harry's life, as well as his entire family, would once again be in danger when the Dark Lord made his return.

And thus, he had begun to make preparations: the family would have to be had be made aware of the situation for what it was, then they would have to decide what should be done in the best interest for Harry, while trying to give the boy a normal life as much as possible until the time came when he would have to undoubtably confront Voldemort once more.

But this chance never came.

Because the night before he was suppose to tell them anything at all, Harry had come up missing. He'd been in the nursery of the infamous St. 'Mugs' (as James called it) hospital along with his brother, the two being taking care of by three nurses. The two that had stayed behind with Harry while the third took Julian in for a small check up had been killed in the attack before they could alarm anyone of the trespassers, the only other thing left in the room had been the empty crib, the glowing emerald green Dark Mark hovering over it like an omen.

The Potters had been beside themselves with devastation and had rushed back to the hospital (as they had left only two hours beforehand to get some rest on request of said living nurse) along with Albus and the children's godfathers. And a manhunt had begun for the missing boy, James and his best mates including that of Arthur Weasley, searching any and everywhere they could along with the rest of the Order while Lily stayed behind with her Julian, trying as hard as she might not to fall apart at the fear that her second child may be dead, Molly Weasley staying with her to keep her company and bringing over her own one year old, Ronald, to keep Julian company as it was obvious the boy missed his brother terribly.

The Order had been searching long into the night but it was, surprisingly, Severus Snape who found the young boy along with Albus Dumbledore, the Death Eaters in question being dealt with for their hostility and unwillingness to except the white haired wizard's offer for redemption. But instead of bringing the baby back to James, Albus Dumbledore had instead stood their, watching the sleeping baby in his arms, his mind wondering, pondering, debating with itself while Severus stood by, glaring at the older man with irritation, wanting to be done with the entire ordeal.

It was only after long consideration and coming to the firm belief that this was the correct action to take, did Albus finally come out of his deep thoughts and entered an equally deep conversation with the man standing just a few feet from him.

It had an half an hour to get the man to finally agree but finally, he'd convinced Severus to go along with his plans: Harry was to be raised by the Potion's Master and soon to be late wife for the boy and the Potter's own safety while his parents would be kept in the dark about for their own protection–and so they would not interfere.

Though Dumbledore was quite aware that despite Snape agreeing to do this task for him, the man was probably doing so for all the wrong reasons. After all, it was a well known fact that he and James Potter still had yet to be civil with one another, let alone be called something even close to 'acquaintances'.

As such, it was only after the man had performed with the great older wizard an Unbreakable Vow that he would not harm the boy in any way, mentally or psychically; that he would, at all cost, protect the child while he was under his care–that Dumbledore actually gave the boy to the greasy haired man who in turn, looked down at the baby with mild distaste before, as if he'd never been there at all, Severus disappeared into the night with the small bundle in his arms.

It was left to Dumbledore to speak with James, informing him and the rest of the Order that while the Death Eaters in suspected of kidnaping their son had been found dead (and making excuses for Severus sudden absence) that Harry was still missing.

Then, once everyone had returned home to rest for the night (and James only doing so after he along with Lupin and Arthur convince both the determined Gryffindor and Sirius), Albus had pulled James and Lily into a small room in their home and in perhaps, the most controversial move he'd made in this entire ordeal, he told them that their other son, Julian, was in fact The Boy Who Lived.

A lie. A blatant one–but he knew in the long run, it would be worth it as long as the true savior and his family were protected. And as they watched the parents, Lily sobbing, while James comforting her and vowing that they would never give up on Harry–that they would find their son alive and still give Julian all the support he needed–that Albus knew the repercussions for his actions would be great.

But he could only hope that in the end, the unknowing parties involved would understand and forgive him. . . in time.
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Author's Notes:
Thanks for reading and to the original readers that pointed out my Lucien/Julian mistake. I changed his name to Julian halfway through writing this chapter and forgot to fix it. I think I got them all though. (I hope. )
In any case, I hope you enjoyed thus far:Bows: