A/N:: I do not own Harry Potter nor anything to do with Harry Potter, I am merely borrowing the characters for my own use and happiness -snickers- although I will be including some of my own OCs and will of course include a chapter with all their info whenever one pops up.

This is more of a filler chapter to show how bad it is living with the Potters, there will be mentions of abuse, please review. Thanks to BigBangForever who has helped me come up with more ideas, and helped me organize my ideas and thoughts so they don't jumble and mix up in the story.

There will be Dumblededoofluff bashing, Selective Weasley bashing, Potter bashing, Granger bashing most likely, well a bunch of random bashing.

" Even broken or abused, I lived my life, to the fullest, until I was abandoned and forgotten about, I don't want any kindness or compassion anymore." -Shikabane Hime

Several years had passed since that fateful night, the Potters were held heros while Charles was spoiled with presents and anything his heart desired. When out in public the twins were included in family moments, when alone with their family they were ignored and neglected.

This wasn't the only thing that happened to them while living with their family, they were usually blamed for things Charles did, it sickened them that their mom and dad never believed them. Over the years they became studious and quiet rarely speaking to anyone but themselves, Harry even went as far as to ignore his Godfather who almost always spent time with Charles and not him.

"Harry wake up" a soft melodious voice could be heard, green eyes snapped open and glanced around before landing on his twin who was the one waking him up. He let out a sigh of relief glad it wasn't Lily or any of the other family members waking him up, stretching he sat up in the bed and turned his body to face his sister who was sitting on the bed next to him, staring up at him with innocent eyes and a bright smile.

"Happy birthday big brother" she chirped out cutely while holding out a small badly wrapped present topped with lots of bows. He took the present prying it gently from her hands and shook it gently trying to see if he could figure out what was in it.

"Stop that" he heard Sere giggle although looked a bit disgruntled by the fact her twin was shaking her carefully wrapped present. Immediately Harry stopped shaking the box and instead opened it to find a book covered in something white, glancing around in the box spotting a toppled over chocolate cupcake with white frosting and a candle.

He looked up seeing his twin looking quite sad, staring at the bed with her hands folded in her lap, picking at her hem nightgown. "I got the book when Uncle Moony took me to Diagon Alley and I manage to slip away from him in the book store" she said quietly.

Harry smiled and took the cupcake out of the box and focusing on the emotion of anger but only enough to be agitated not fully angry managed to make a spark on the top lighting the candle. After a round of Happy Birthday from Serenade who despite being young had a beautiful singing voice he blew the candle out. While it was both Serenades and Harrys birthday, it was Serenades year to wake up her brother and present a gift.

None of their family ever attempted to give a gift, it was usually the house elves who gave them a cake as they loved both Serenade and Harry. Once he blew out the candle he devoured the cake and got up, "let us get dressed" Serenade whispered sliding off the bed and onto the ground where she made her way out of his room and next door to her room. Harry watched her go smiling sadly, every year it was just them two on their birthday the family deeming it unimportant to have a birthday for a set of average children when the spare money (not that they needed it) can go towards their more powerful and special child.

Harry quickly threw on a pair of pants and a worn out shirt, one that Serenade bought him two years ago, since last year was his turn to gift her something. Speaking of gifts he quickly rushed back to the box and lifted the book wiping off the frosting finding 'Hogwarts, A History' one of his favorite books to read in the family library.

Sitting down at the small desk he quickly started reading the book till he heard his door opened, "about ti..." he looked up expecting his sister instead he saw Charles at the door way. He was taller than both set of twins and while not fat he was chubby from getting to eat whatever he wanted, he looked quite different from the twins.

When lined up next to any of the other family members, the twins stood out while Lily had fair skin; and Charles and James had tan; the twins had pale skin like a porcelain doll. Lily had fire red hair, Charles auburn, James black with hints of brown, the twins had pitch black hair that could not really be compared to any other black, all they could tell you was it had no hints of other color.

Charles took after his father in the hair department, it stuck up everywhere and was wild refusing to be tamed, Harry was like that before he grew it till it fell to his chin, Serenade had waist length that was almost always up in a French braid with ribbon threaded through it. Charles also needed glasses, while the twins took after their mother in the eyesight department.

Harry snapped out of his musing when he felt something hit the back of his head, rubbing his head he looked down seeing a already opened and near empty box of Bertie Botts Every Flavor Beans, picking it up he peeked in seeing only the nasty ones no one wanted to eat left.

"Happy Birthday Freak" he heard his brother sneer before muttering about going to mess with Serenade, this had Harry panicked as he quickly hid his new book behind a picture on the wall and walked out to his sisters room. He was angry Charles was trying to get her in trouble like always luckily Harry was always there to take the brunt of everything.

There were times when he could not protect her, lost in thought he remembered one of those times he had been unable to protect his sister.

~~::==FLASH BACK==::~~

It was when both of them were four and Sirius finally remembered about Harry and that he was his godfather, deciding to take him out shopping. He of course ignored Harrys plea to take Serenade since he was not her godfather he felt no need to have her tagging along, Serenade for her part had watched as her brother was taken.

Hours later Harry was dropped off carrying a few new books he bought from his allowance and saying goodbye to his godfather who went to drop off the presents he bought Charles. Rushing up to his sisters room he looked around finding it empty, he then tried his room, then the library and finally the garden. He finally found her sitting at the edge of the forest hissing to a king milk snake, tear tracks on her face and a few bruises littering her shoulders, legs and arms.

Dropping the books Harry had rushed to his sisters side and questioned what had happened, apparently Charles had knocked over a family heirloom and broke it, he then yelled for mother and father who rushed in staring at the broken vase.

Charles claimed that Serenade broke it even though she was not in the room at the time, in fact she was in the presence of her parents at that time. Not even caring that she could not be two places at once, James called for Serenade who came over apprehensively knowing nothing good could come out of this.

She was right the minute she walked in she was knocked to the ground by a slap from Lily who was pissed such a vase was broken. James followed up with a few stinging hexes aiming for her legs and using his auror training to hit in the same spot over and over, twenty times on each leg.

When he stopped aiming for her legs he then aimed for her arms and repeated the process, yelling at her at how useless she was and why couldn't she be like Charles. That is what hit her the most, physical pain she could take but emotional she was still sensitive to especially being only the age of four.

Silent tears ran down her cheeks as she stood up, she never once opened her mouth to apologize instead she pointed out that a simple 'reparo' would fix the vase in two second being smart for her age. Apparently that was the wrong thing to say for when she was walking out of the room Lily grabbed her by her shoulders and dug her nails into the skin spitting out that if she hadn't been near it they would not need to repair it.

Letting her go after a full five minutes of just digging into her, they watched as the bruises appeared but the nail marks disappeared, she quickly left the room before they could fault her on that. Both Harry and her were odd, not knowing that they were, it was known to them that they both were not fully human, the extent to what they were unknown to them. All Harry could do was hold his sister as she cried wondering why their family hated them especially her and why no one believed them when they told someone.

Snapping out of the flashback he reached his sisters room, after that day Harry never bothered to go anywhere with Sirius, Serenade for her part never forgive him and possibly never will. No one knew this but Harry also blamed himself for what had happened to her, even if she claimed it was not his fault and that he should just have enjoyed the day out.

He jiggled the handle only to find the door shut and locked, this caused him to become even more worried and closing his eyes he focused on the pure energy him and his sister realized they can control and caused the door handle to break off.

He quickly pulled open the door only to find his sister reading a book on her bed, she was dressed in a black ruffled skirt down to her knees, a black shirt that had white lace around the collar, bottom of the shirt, and the end of the sleeves also with white buttons on it. She had her waist length black hair in two pigtails, black knee high socks with white lace at the ends and black ballet slippers clad onto her feet.

"Any reason you broke through the door?" she asked him only for him to smile a lopsided smile and sit beside his sister playing with the end of her hair. "Sorry it is just Charles visited my room and said he was going to your room" he muttered glad she was okay, she let out a gentle smile at his concern "I know I heard him coming and quickly locked my door" she finished before going back to her book.

Both fell into comfortable silence while a house elf had popped into the room quickly fixing the door before the rest of the household could realize that it was broken.

Even broken and abused both seven year olds lived their lives the best they could. They no longer wanted kindness and compassion from the Potters or anyone that had forgotten or abandoned them; not anymore.