Chapter 1:

On July 31st, 1992, two boys were born to the Potter household. Harry, the eldest, had beautiful green eyes, with the characteristic messy black hair of the Potter line. Charlie, younger by only two minutes, had brown eyes like his father, and reddish-brown hair like his maternal grandmother. They were fraternal twins after all, they did not have to look alike. They were doted on by their parents, their godparents pampered the little newborns, and everyone was all-around happy. Everyone noticed how Charlie had his fathers energy, and how Harry was always quiet, and had his mother's early intelligence. The prophecy was spoken, and the family had to stay under the Fidelius Charm for safety.

Then on October 31st, 1993, Voldemort caught up to the Potters. Their nanny, a sweet lady from the Order, was taking care of the twins while the parents were at an Order meeting. Voldemort broke down the door with a simple Bombardawhen Peter Pettigrew revealed the location of the house in Godric's Hollow. He quickly killed off the nanny, who barely put up a fight. Pathetic, the Dark Lord thought as he swept up the stairs, towards the sounds of the babies. The red haired child was bawling his eyes out. The other was staring at him calculatingly.

"Now young brats, which child should I start with? Maybe the loud brat, that would be best! The other would have peace and quiet in their final moments!" Voldemort was almost giddy as he gripped the Elder Wand, pointing it at Charlie. Harry scuttled across the mattress towards his twin, and began shielding him from their attacker.

"No matter, I will still kill the both of you. Avada Kedavra!" The blast of green hit the black-haired child, cutting into his magical core and ripping away most of his magic, leaving Harry practically-a-squib with a lightning bolt on his forehead. With the last dredges of his magic, Harry rebounded the curse back at the Dark Lord. Voldemort turned to ashes just as Lily and James broke through the wards covering the floo. In the time it took them to get up the stairs, a portion of the roof fell around the now unconscious Harry, hitting Charlie in the cheek, effectively marking him with a cross shape.

They found Harry unconscious in his crib, with Charlie draped over the railing, crying his eyes out. Dumbledore quickly analyzed the situation, and if L was there would admonish him for his completely incorrect assumptions. He picked up the Elder Wand and tucked it into his sleeve. He picked little Charlie up into his arms, and carried him into the living space, where James was cleaning up the blast from the front door; Harry was left forgotten in the nursery, no one had even checked the bleeding coming from his head.

"I present you with the Chosen One, the Boy-Who-Lived; Charlie Potter!" Lily looked shocked, but happy at the same time. Everyone was happy that the family was still full of life, and slowly the rest of the Order left, leaving only James, Lily, and Dumbledore behind.

"What will we do now James? Our son is the chosen one, we need to train him and everything! What about Harry?" Lily seemed to be the only one in the room that was aware of her other child, James even looked at her weird, having been pulled away from tickling a now squealing Charlie,

"We can't take care of two children Lils, I know that that may be hard for you, but once he goes to Hogwarts, we can take him home, what do you think?" James seemed to like the idea if his tone of voice was saying anything, and Lily was slowly warming up to the idea. Dumbledore quickly stepped out of the room, and returned with the now sleeping Harry,

"I shall have Minerva take him to your family's house, your Aunts more specifically, what do you think Lily, good idea?"

Lily only nodded along, she wanted to voice her protests, but Charlie needed their attention more, so Dumbledore left with her first-born child tightly in his arms.

A couple years later (actually just a week later), both James and Lily actually forgot that in their universe there existed a second child bearing their DNA.

When Minerva McGonagall saw the house at Number 4, Privet Drive, she was disgusted by the conditions Dumbledore was going to place this innocent child in. She heard stories from Lily about her magic-hating relatives, and she was certainly not going to stand for the child of her favorite students to grow up there. When the rest of the entourage left the street, she picked up the small child, and apparated in front one of the house of her friend.

Quillish Whammy was a squib from a long line of purebloods, and when he was disowned, he changed his name and created his own wealth, unlike the rest of his family that received it from family. Minerva knocked on the door of Whammy's House, and smiled at the old man opening the door.

"Ah, Minerva, what can I do for you on this cold night?" The man asked pleasantly. His eyes zero-ed in on the child sleeping in her arms when she spoke again,

"Hello Quillish, a couple of friends decided that abandoning their child was the best course of action to protect their other child, only to pick him up 10 years later and expect him to be part of their family again. They walked to the sitting room, where Minerva placed the child in question in front of the coffee table.

Quillish and Minerva were discussing his possibly squib-like magical nature, and if Quillish would be able to take him in. He had every want to take in this small child so he could be safe. They turned their attention back to Harry when they heard the opening of the sugar bowl. Quillish chuckled when they saw Harry stuffing his face with cubes. He looked at them innocently with big green eyes and began stacking the cubes.

"He is already showing signs of a big intelligence, I would love to have him here Minerva, maybe I should change his name, so no one can find him?" Minerva nodded along, then gave a small giggle and a gasp as she pointed to Harry. He managed to stack the sugar cubes he had not eaten into words on the table. How he managed to keep the sugar in the t in the air was amazing. He spelled out;

L Lawliet

Whammy looked surprised and excited at the same time.

"Would you like that to be your name now little one?" The child, Harry, now L, nodded frantically, and began eating more sugar cubes. Minerva stood and left, happy that Har- no, L, would have a good childhood, and even if he returned to the Wizarding World, L would take it by storm.