PROLOGUE

July 30, 1991

Albus Dumbledore sat in his office, feet up on the desk, just thinking. He was having doubts about his choice in the boy-who-lived. 'Maybe I was mistaken' he thought, though he quickly pushed the lucid thought from his mind. he was sure Adam Potter was the boy-who-lived. He had checked the boys' magical cores and found that Harry's was significantly low. That was of concern, but Adam's was above average for a child his age. 'He must be the boy spoken of in the prophecy'.

Weirdly enough, There were three boys that were suitable for the prophecy: Adam Potter, Neville Longbottom, and Harry Potter. Harry was older than Adam and Neville by three years, but Adam and Neville born on July 30th, while Harry was born on the 31st. Even though Harry was born "as the seventh month dies" Adam and Neville were close enough.

'Another thing to prove the truthfulness of my statement' Albus thought 'is Adams scar'. Adam Potter's scar is in the shape of a v for Voldemort. When the adults ran to check on the boys after a night out, they found a scar on Adam's cheek, And Harry was just magically exhausted for Merlin knows what. For one Albus knew that Voldemort was not dead but did not know his means of immortality. 'Well, Tom we will be seeing you sooner than we think..'

A quick look at his watch informed him of his tardiness to a certain chosen one's birthday.

Harry James Potter sat in his spacious room with multiple books he had nicked from the Potter library. Downstairs Adam Potter's birthday party was in full swing. Friends and family congratulated Adam on defeating Voldemort, while the few reporters allowed in clamored to get a glimpse of their savior.

Meanwhile, Harry put down his books and left the comfort of his dimly light, toasty room and into the lion's den. he was barely noticed and even his parents paid him no mind.

Just then the floo came to life and everyone went silent as the Headmaster of Hogwarts stepped through. The only thing that could be heard was the clicks of a few cameras and Dumbledore's shoes walking forward. The talking continued slowly after and Dumbledore greeting the esteemed boy-who-lived.

"Adam m'boy! I hope I have found you well?"

Adam nodded eagerly, smiling in glee.

Harry watched the exchange with jealousy in his emerald eyes. By no means was Harry abused, but one could say he was neglected. His parents paid all the attention to Adam and his little sister, Marigold.

Marigold was the only one who paid relative attention to Harry and she loved her big brother dearly.

Harry shook himself off and walked away to get his item of the venture, candy.

"Who are you?" A kid with red hair had approached him.

'ugh a weasel, Circe help us all' he thought.

"Unfortunately, I'm the brother of the esteemed boy-who-lived-to-annoy-me."

"Hah, you're just jealous! You could never be at his level!"

He just stalked off angrily, ignoring the weasel, WITHOUT HIS CANDY!

He fumed furiously, upset about the lack of candy in his hands.

'Maybe I am just jealous...'

'My family doesn't love me'

'I should just go!'

He heard those voices until he collapsed into a deep slumber...

July 31, 1991

Harry woke up in his bed only to remember it was his birthday! He was ecstatic! He practically ran to the kitchen expecting a birthday breakfast or at least a hug and found none. His parents gave Adam breakfast in bed on his birthday, why not him.

he ran back up to his room disappointed. 'Maybe they're just not up yet' he thought 'yeah they're just not up yet' he reassured himself.

2 hours went by and Harry waited and waited, his parents nowhere to be found.

Unbeknownst to Harry, the Potters had gone to a park to have a family picnic without him.

"Tipsy!" Harry called out.

A pinkish elf appeared in front of him.

"Yes, Master Harry?"

"Where is my family?"

"The Potters goes to a picnic to celebrate Master Adam defeating the bad mans."

"o-ok, you can go tipsy..."

"Thank yous!"

Harry couldn't believe it. His parents had actually left him on his birthday.

"I wish I had someone who cared for me!" he cried out in a stupor.

Just like that, Harry Potter no longer resided in Potter manor.