There are many things I want in this world. Food, money, video games, the rights to Harry Potter. Sadly I can only have three of these because I don't and probably never will own Harry Potter.

Chapter 3

Prologue June 23, 1987

I hate them, I HATE THEM ALL! They hurt me, insult me. My back… No time to think of that. I need to get out of here. I won't die… I can't die. I AM JUNO! I AM STRONG!

Lifting myself off the mattress, I slam my shoulder into the cupboard door and it bursts open. They forgot to lock it. I head to the kitchen to get rid of this gnawing hunger that I have, eating so much food I throw up. After I eat my fill, I head to the bathroom to wash as fast as I can, not knowing when the they will get back. There is a lot of blood that I need to get off. I go to Dudley's room and grab some of his clothes and one of his backpacks. What 7 year old needs 3 backpack? Spoiled little brat. I head to the kitchen and get some food to take with me. I am running away like they said I did. But as I head to the front door, I had a thought. A thought of revenge.

A couple of weeks ago, my aunt, caught me looking at one of the red cans in the garage and smacked me, telling me to not touch those. Saying that those could start a fire with a match if I'm not careful. Well I'm going to have my revenge, and I'm going to enjoy it.

Chapter 3 September 1, 1991

"Can one of you three explain to me what is going on?"

"I will in a second headmaster, just let me fix myself up." Juno replies, pulling a couple of vials out of his chest on the table, setting three down and uncorking one. Taking a big gulp of the potion, shuddering from the taste. He takes one of his smaller knifes and cuts the sleeve off his right arm, exposing the bullet hole.

"Whew, You're lucky Marcus. Two inches higher and not even Jeremy could stop me from bringing you to an inch of your life."

"You know I don't believe in that. I knew exactly where I was shooting you. If I didn't, you would be on the ground with a bullet in your head, not your arm." Said the gun wielding hooded person said.

"Yeah Yeah. Couldn't you at least have shot me in the left arm?" Juno commented as he pulled out what looked like tongs from his chest.

"What exactly are you doing, my boy?" Dumbledore said, looking disgusted and confused.

"...Pulling the bullet out? What else would I be doing?"

"Go to the infirmary and Madam Pomfrey will take it out for you. I don't think the students need to see this."

Juno looked at him incredulously. "Wow headmaster, I didn't know you wanted me dead that badly."

Dumbledore stepped back as if struck. "Wh-what?"

"My oh so lovely brother over there," Gesturing in Marcus' general direction, "Uses bullets enchanted to do a variety of effects when magic is applied to them. His three favorite is a poison that eats the magic of the one the bullets in, explodes when any magic touches it, and the third ones implode. That one is interesting, but disgusting, to watch."

"He wouldn't-"

"He would just to spite me. Let's ask. Hey Marcus! Which type is this one?" Lifting up his still bleeding shoulder.

"That's for me to know and you to hopefully die from. Then I wouldn't have to deal with your idiocy anymore."

Before anyone could say anything else, a loud squeaking gasp and a crash was heard from the head table. Everyone turned to see Professor Flitwick had fallen out out of his chair and was rushing towards where Juno was sitting. When he got to him, Flitwick placed his right arm across his chest, got down on one leg, and bowed his head.

"My Lord War, it is an honor. I had no idea you were going to be here today."

Chuckling, Juno bows back. "It is good to meet you, war captain Flitwick. May thy enemies know to fear you, before you strike the fatal blow."

"I have not been a war captain in many years. I am just a professor now. Though I had heard the rumors, I never truly believed…"

Once again, Dumbledore was lost. Turning to Filius, he just had to ask. "Filius, what is going on now? What do you mean by lord war?"

"It's actually Lord War, Emphasis on the words." Said Juno, just as he pulled the bullet out of his arm. Taking a needle and thread, He smoothly and quickly stitched the hole in his arm close. After that he smeared some type of paste on his wound. The smell of burning flesh came from his shoulder, putting even more students off their appetite. Drinking two of the three vials he pulled out, he put away the remaining one and the rest of the stuff he got out. Closing the chest, he thumped the lid with his palm and it shrunk back down.

Standing up, He stretched and pointed to the two hooded figures. "Alright let's stop wasting time and… Hold on. Where is she?"

Gesturing to the corner of the hall next to the now annoyed first years, There was a fourth figure cowering in the corner, shivering in fear. When all eyes turned to her, she started to shake even worse. A few minutes of coaxing, She was standing in a row with the other three.

"Alright, so now that that is all straightened out, My name is Juno Damon. To my right is my brother, Jeremy Ashfault."

With this, the one named Jeremy lowers his hood. Many could see that they looked similar with a few differences. One being Jeremy had auburn hair that rested to his shoulders, while Juno had black haired that was messy in just the right way. While Juno had a more sharp looking face, Jeremy had a more round and open face that looked right with a smile and no other expression on his face would work.

Another difference was that he had hazel eyes instead of Juno's green eyes. Jeremy was slightly more heavy set, while Juno was more lean.

"Hello." Jeremy said with a small wave. Shifting a little bit on his feet, he turns to Juno. "I got to sit down, I pushed my leg when I stopped you."

Wincing slightly, Juno looked down. "Sorry about that. If you need anything for it…"

"Nah, I'll be fine." With that, Jeremy flopped to the floor and soft snoring could be heard.

"...Anyways , moving of. The next thing that I still can't figure out if it is human or not, is my… thing that goes by Marcus Fynn."

"I'll kill you later." Marcus said as he lowered his hood. Like Juno, he had black hair, but his was longer and covered his left eye and only his right hazel eye was visible.

Severus Snape had the misfortune of taking a drink when Marcus pulled his hood down, and now was coughing and chocking on his pumpkin juice. "James." He hissed out when he recovered.

Though at first glance, Marcus could look like James Potter, on a closer one, you could tell he was not. Marcus look, demeanor, even his stance was not like James'. He looked far more serious and cold than even Snape could.

Moving and sitting down at the Slytherin table, he pulled out his gun and started to clean it. Some of the Slytherins got the message, other not so bright ones didn't and would pay for it later when they tried something.

"And finally the final member of our… our… Marcus what would we call ourselves? A gang? A group? A squad? A murder?" Giggling at the last one, Juno turns to Marcus.

"We are not crows. Hurry up now."

"Fine, fine. Please meet Brenda Smith." Taking off her hood, Brenda bowed to the staff and students. With straight auburn hair that reached her back and a soft looking face and emerald green eyes, she looked like a young Lily Potter. The most distinct about her was a silvery glittering scarf wrapped around her throat.

Severus paled at seeing her, and with a shaky breath called out.

"Lily?"

Turning towards him with a sad look, Brenda shook her head in the negative. Pulling out a board that grew to be big enough to be read, writing began to appear on it.

I am sorry to say, sir but I am not her. I have been told I look strikingly like her.

Turning to the rest of the students, the board expanded until everyone could read from it.

It is nice to meet you all. I sadly cannot speak. So I can only communicate with this and sign language.

With a nod, the board shrank and she started to creep back to the corner again.

Nodding his head, Juno looked to Dumbledore. "Now to answer one of your previous questions headmaster, how I know Harry Potter is dead is because we four are the split personalities of Harry Potter that came to life."

Looking around at everyone in the hall.

"In short, WE ARE HARRY POTTER!"