Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter; all credits go to the author J K Rowling. Thank you for giving me the inspiration to write this!

Jamie is the youngest son of the Potters, the Boy-Who-Lived. His older brother is Harry Potter, a boy who will do whatever it takes to protect his family. How far will Harry go to protect Jamie as the war continues across magical Britain? The prophecy is told once again and the truth is then revealed. (Rewrite of original The Price of Love)

AN: Thank you so much for those of you who have said you'd enjoy the fanfic so far. It really helps when you review and give me some feedback. Don't worry if you thought last chapter was the end of this fanfic, this story has only just begun. I'd call the last chapter the initial incident if you'd ask me. There's still lots to go and I will admit I've thought of a good ending to this story. I hope you enjoy! Once again thankyou for reviewing!

September 2nd, 1994

Immense pain coursed through Harry's body. Fighting back another yell, he bit his lip instead to silence the scream of surprise that nearly left his lips. Merlin, what was this? He couldn't breathe properly due to the strange smoke clogging his lungs. Harry's body felt as though it was being boiled alive. If he didn't know any better, he'd say that someone must have cast a blood boiling curse at his back. But Harry knew for a fact that was not true, no one in the right mind would risk casting a dark curse like that with the threat of alerting the Headmaster. The ancient school wards that have been up since the founder's time would have alerted Dumbledore immediately. After all, Harry would know this; he'd been studying to be a Ward Mater and was particularly curious about the wards that protected their school.

Speaking of which, now was not the time to be thinking about this. As he continued to lie on the ground, his body shaking in pain, Harry heard loud yells that he couldn't exactly comprehend; his vision didn't help either as he could only see their hazy forms approach his body. Taking another deep breath, Harry was thankful however when the pain suddenly subsided. The fire that he felt in his veins and the smoke that he was inhaling vanished, allowing him to breathe properly once again. Groggily he attempted to stand, only for his disorientation leading him to fall back down on the floor on his rear. In response, he heard the familiar sound of laughter that he knew all too well. Sighing, he didn't need to see them know who they were. They were the twins, Fred and George Weasley. Damn them!

Groaning in pain from the impact when he landed on the floor, Harry gave up in his attempt to stand and sat up instead, leaning the upper part of his aching body on the wall of the school's courtyard. While most of the pain had vanished, what was left was a dull ache and some stinging in his limbs. But what hurt the most was his brain, he felt as though it was about to explode. Letting out another groan he held his head in his right hand, looking up slightly at the twins to glare at them. Harry had no doubt in his mind it was due to them that he was in his current predicament.

Muffling another laugh, Fred leaned over his twin George, catching the glare Harry sent their way,

"Alright Harry?"

Said person didn't reply for a moment, till half a second later, the two Weasley twins nearly tripped over themselves when they dodged a spell flying their way. The caster of the very spell was none other than their friend Harry himself, who was seething in the floor in rage.

"What the bloody hell is wrong with you two?!" Harry yelled, coughing up a bit of blood. Some of the blood ended up on his tongue tasting like copper. Quickly, he used the sleeve of his school robe to wipe some of the blood off his mouth. His action causing his lip to sting briefly, Harry knew then that he must have bit his lip too hard from the pain he experienced moments ago. Without a moment to lose, Harry used his wand once again to cast a quick cleaning charm on the sleeve of his robe to vanish the blood stain.

When Harry's vision finally cleared, he stood up once again, no longer dizzy. Thankfully, he didn't fall a second time and instead looked towards Fred and George. The Weasley twins were on the floor due to the hasty dodge that they did moments ago. Unprepared for Harry's attack in the tight space they were in George tripped over Fred when he took a step back and fell on top of him. The older twin groaned in pain when he ended up being the cushion for his younger twin's fall.

Seeing the two fall flat on the ground, Harry suppressed a smirk at the comical sight. They deserved this for whatever they did to him moments ago. Sighing again, Harry raised his wand directly in front of them as he stood over them, "Well?"

It had been the second day of Harry's sixth year and the class had already begun. Only yesterday, Dumbledore announced that the school's quidditch matches against the houses would be cancelled in favour of the Triwizard tournament that Hogwarts would be hosting this year. Of course, with the said announcement, the school's many occupants were filled with excitement many of them wanting to be chosen as the champion for Hogwarts. Harry and Lee both knew Fred and George were planning something themselves to pass the age line Dumbledore set up in the hopes that one of them may be the champion. Knowing this, Harry planned to get away from all of it by spending his break after the long day of classes to read a book in his favourite spot in the courtyard. The spot which he chose and currently sat was one of the many alcoves in the school's courtyard particularly hidden from most people's view. It was the perfect place to read his book and finish his assignment away from the chaos and distract him from the many other problems in his life. Of course, said spot just happened to be one of their many gathering spots. Fred and George often used this place to experiment with their products they plan to sell when they graduate from Hogwarts. Speaking of experiments, Harry looked down to where his book sat on the floor. Beside the book was the pumpkin juice that he had thankfully not knocked over during his little seizure; that he asked Dobby to bring over when he decided to rest behind the alcove. The very same drink that Harry briefly recalled did not taste exactly like the juice itself.

"Relax Harry, we just wanted to see if it would work," George spoke up.

Harry glanced their way and saw that the two must have recovered from the fall since they were both no longer on the ground on top of each other but standing up straight instead. He sighed subconsciously running his hand through his hair a normal habit of his, "And you thought it was a great idea to just spike my drink with whatever potion you botched up. Do you realize the potions side effects were pretty bad? Was it meant to feel like a blood boiling curse?!"

"No Harry! It wasn't meant to feel like that."

"Yeah mate, you weren't supposed to feel anything at all?"

For a moment Harry didn't believe them, but then again, these were his friends and knowing them their pranks and the products they made were usually harmless. Calming down, he took the half-empty jug of spiked pumpkin juice and examined it curiously as he asked,

"Alright, then what was it supposed to do?"

Fred quickly snatched the juice from his hand and looked at it as well. Meanwhile, George decided to respond, "Come on Harry isn't it obvious?"

Harry raised an eyebrow.

"Well, it's one of our products of course. If you said side effects then I assume whatever you felt must've hinted what it is."

Thinking back, Harry recalled parts of his body feeling numb while the rest was filled with pain. The blood in his veins felt as though it were lit on fire, he had difficulty breathing as if he inhaled too much smoke and his vision was blurry. Add the symptoms all up and it felt like he was under some dark curse, the very thought made him shiver. Merlin if there was one way to describe it Harry would compare it to being burned by cursed fire – but thinking hard on it that didn't make any sense, it couldn't possibly be that bad. Maybe he was overreacting, the really lethal dark spells like the torture curse were probably a hundred times worse. But what pain, burning and smoke have to do with some Weasley product of theirs?

"I'm sorry George but I was too busy falling down in pain to guess what it was."

Fred stopped examining the jug and used his wand to banish his pumpkin juice, "It's for one of the toffees we were making. You already know about that actually. The potion was supposed to make steam come out of your ears and nostrils."

Toffees… Harry remembered it was Lee's idea to make a box filled with different colours and flavours with a surprise twist. Thinking about Lee where was he anyway?

Harry shook his head as he stored the book in his bag and swung it on his back, "But why me? I thought Lee was your guinea pig?"

That's when he caught it when he saw the panic in both their eyes as George replied, "Well you see Harry-"

"Lee is-"Fred quickly cut off his younger twin.

"A little busy-"

"At the moment," Fred and George ended it saying the exact same thing word for word. The twin speech, normally it would amuse him but at the moment he just sighed in exasperation,

"What did you do to Lee?"

Harry knew they must have done something. He'd expected Lee to meet with him at the moment since they both expected Fred and George to be busy with their many projects. Harry himself planned on working with Lee on their potions essay but assuming his friend was late he had decided to work on it and when finished opted to read only to be interrupted by twins and their potion. After all, although being the son of Lily Potter, a close friend of Professor Snape, he was also the son of James Potter. He'd rather spend his break on his essay then invoking Snape's wrath, which he knew would be tenfold due to being the son of Prongs. He winced slightly; thank goodness he was treated with respect and some indifference most of the time, he was warned by his mother to treat Snape with as much respect as possible. Unlike his brother however who seemed to be harbouring most of their father's persona, giving Snape more of a reason to pick on him. Surprisingly enough, Fred and George were also treated with indifference since they were quite talented in class. It did make sense though since most of their products were made with the help of potions.

"Ummm, Lee is…" George glanced nervously at his brother.

"He's being held back at the moment. There's a-"

Before Fred could continue, the three friends were interrupted by the familiar yell of a Scottish woman,

"Mr. Fred and George Weasley!"

Fred and George panicked. Chuckling slightly at their predicament, Harry leaned on the corner of the alcove and peaked ahead, careful not to be seen. Further ahead in the courtyard he could see Professor McGonagall clearly furious as she strode in their direction. Squinting slightly, Harry looked behind her to find Lee nervously following after the woman, attempting to hold her back in a respectful manner. Ahh Lee, even with the guinea pig treatment that he'd been bestowed upon in exchange for the friendship with the twins he was still the ever loyal friend who wouldn't let the two get in trouble. Huh, loyal.

Briefly, Harry wondered if the hat ever considered Lee for Hufflepuff. Then again, Harry questioned why he was friends with the twins, like Lee the two of them were always dragged into trouble, into many lost points and detentions. The twins always needed more hands for the more complicated pranks. But then again, it was that trouble that led to their friendship is so much fun. There was never a dull moment in his life at Hogwarts due to Fred and George. It was actually thanks to the twins and Lee that he was given a reprieve from the dark thoughts that have been plaguing him all summer.

Harry shook his head as he looked at Fred and George, the two were on their knees in front of him, giving him their best puppy dog eyes. It must have been really bad for them to be begging. With a big grin, he gestured ahead, "McGonagall is coming this way with Lee following behind her." Then he raised an eyebrow smirking slightly "What did you two do to get her this mad? She looks pretty incensed."

"That doesn't matter at the moment, please Harry, get us out of here!" Fred yelled gesturing to his bag.

Harry knew what he meant, his bag held the invisibility cloak that they needed to escape without McGonagall seeing them. He's tried his best in his first year to hide the cloak from his friends, but he failed terribly – he'd learned his lesson then, nothing could escape the Weasleys notice. Well almost cloak, there was one secret Harry had that he kept close to his chest and he'd be damned if they found out about it. Speaking of the cloak, Merlin only knows what they'd do to the school if they used it in their pranks.

"Why should I help you? You guys spiked my drink."

George didn't respond but peeked over his shoulder instead,

"I know you're there Mr. Weasley!"

Sure enough, the footsteps got louder as they approached. George quickly retracted his head and hid behind the alcove.

"Bloody hell Harry, she's coming! Take the bloody cloak out and help us escape!"

Ah, this was just too good to be true. Harry knew he had a perfect opportunity to get something out of this. Taking the invisibility cloak out from his bag, he offered his right hand out,

"How about we make a deal? Swear on the Marauders that you'll never use me as a guinea pig ever again without my permission."

"What! You can't do that," Fred protested.

"Mr. Weasley, come out this instance." McGonagall then yelled, "and your brother too!"

Harry silently laughed, judging by the distance of the voice, if they ran out of the alcove now they'd be seen. They needed the invisibility cloak if they didn't want to face a month's worth of detentions. Knowing the twins, Harry knew they valued their time this year to work on their other products and to figure out how to get past the age line.

Harry smirked at them, "You bet I can and you better hurry up. She's coming."

George sighed clearly giving up and took his hand, "Alright, it's a deal, Harry."

He then attempted to grab the cloak only for Harry to move it away from his reach, "Nuh-uh, both of you have to swear on it first."

Harry watched as the two twins sighed in defeat and spoke, he made sure they said the right words,

"We swear on the Marauders that we'll never use our products on you without asking your permission."

"Enough Mr. Jordan! You're in trouble as well," All three of them tensed when they heard McGonagall's voice around the corner. Harry winced slightly; he didn't consider Lee who was already caught by the Headmistress.

"The cloak Harry!"

He quickly snapped out of his daze, "Oh, right." He took the invisibility cloak and laid it over top of all three of them,

"Careful while moving, the cloak isn't that big to cover all three of us properly."

"Don't worry, we know Harry. Just hurry up will you?"

Harry nodded, quickly they took a step out of the alcove, one foot at the time and watched as Professor McGonagall turned towards where they last stood,

"Mr. Jordan, where are they?"

Lee was forced to meet their Professor's gaze and stuttered slightly as he looked behind the woman to find the spot empty,

"I - I don't know Professor."

Before Harry could further listen into their conversation he felt a light tap on his shoulder. Glancing to his left he saw Fred gesturing for them to continue. He nodded, it was better to get moving just in case he might get caught. Harry also knew he needed to complete his end of the bargain.

Sorry, Lee.

"Are you certain Mr. Jordan?!"

They were laughing like idiots. Harry knew it, but he didn't care. As soon as they were a good distance away from the furious Headmistress Harry stuffed his cloak back into his bag. He was chuckling slightly as the three of them ran through the crowded corridor, bumping into dozens of students that passed us.

"Watch it!"

"McGonagall's looking for you two!"

"What did you three do this time?"

"Careful!"

"What did you guys do to our common room?!"

"Harry you're in on it too?!"

He tried his best to suppress a smirk, Lee and he let other's think what they wanted when it came to the pranks that their friends set up. Of course, they had a small hand in them, sometimes even dishing out the ideas themselves, but it was mostly Fred and George that did most of the work. Lee and he at least had the decency not to have most of the professor's annoyance on them. Let Fred and George face the multiple detentions bestowed upon them. Luckily, being friends with them for so long you tend to learn a few ways to prank others without getting caught. When a particular person annoyed Harry or even his brother, he'd sometimes prank them and pin the blame on the twins, which often works in most cases.

Not all of them of course. Sometimes it was impossible to cover his tracks.

Harry knew for a fact that he was able to pin the fault on the twins when he managed to prank the annoying brat Malfoy. Jamie still owed him for that one. Merlin no wonder the hat considered him a Slytherin.

Shaking his head he let out an exhilarated laugh when he saw Fred to his left who tripped on a Ravenclaw's foot, sprawling the poor student's books all over the floor. Rushing over, he picked up one of the books and put it in her hands,

"Sorry about that."

Before he could even let the Ravenclaw speak he continued on his sprint across the corridor. Fred and George were slightly ahead of him due to his quick stop. The run across the huge castle was starting to tire him and when he finally caught up the two he glanced towards them and saw them beginning to pant.

He decided to run ahead of them to lead them away. Turning the final corridor that leads to the exit of the school to the Quidditch pitch stopped, waiting for Fred and George. The two were not far behind him and when they reached him they stopped beside him, panting slightly. The twins quickly recovered from and silence fell upon them a brief moment. All three of them were staring at one another then back behind them towards the corridor they ran from as though McGonagall would appear any moment.

When said Professor didn't appear at any moment Fred let out a laugh, "We're alive!"

Harry couldn't help it, he laughed at Fred's antics, George following on beside him. When the laughter died down he looked at them curiously,

"What did you two do to make her that furious? That's the angriest I've seen her."

"We may have flooded the common room."

Flooded, that was definitely not a failed potion attempt. Upon seeing the doubt on his face Fred then added, "By accident."

"Again?"

"It was an accident, Harry! Last time was just a prank, this time we never meant it to happen."

"Then why in Merlin's name did you experiment with your products in the common room?"

"Well, we-"

Before Harry could let George continue he quickly cut him off, "You know what, don't tell me. I don't even want to know."

The twins both huffed in response, which he ignored. Sighing he stood up straight and raised his wand to cast a Tempus. Judging by the spell, he had enough time to see her. Harry couldn't wait to talk to her for much longer, if he could, he would have talked to her yesterday, but with the long journey to the castle and the feast he didn't have the time and was too exhausted.

"Alright, Harry?" Fred asked

He looked up and cancelled the spell, "I'm fine. I'll see you in the common room later."

"What do you mean?"

He didn't respond but instead turned around towards the exit outside.

Fred and George were surprised at seeing their friend leave so soon. Where was he going? Quickly, before Harry was out of ears to reach George called out,

"Wait, Harry! I hear Alicia's looking for you. Maybe she's back in the common room."

The twins tried their best to hide a small smirk when they saw Harry's form pause. They saw the raven-haired teen glance back at them,

"You're one to talk George; we both know she's with Angelina right now!"

At Harry's reply, the two chuckled and just when Harry is outside walking towards the Quidditch pitch

Fred calls out "Wait! Who's going to help us out now on our potions essay?"

"I thought the two of you were good at potions?"

Before even the two of them responded, Harry was too far away to hear them. Technically both of them knew they weren't hopeless in Potions, but they knew Harry was always better than them in the theory specifically writing the essays. With Harry's help, they were certain that they would get a good mark on it. Oh well, since Harry was going out the two assumed he was probably meeting the others at the Quidditch pitch. How wrong they were.

"Hey, Harry!"

Harry looked up ahead, his gaze landed on the familiar Hufflepuff who called his name. It was none other than Cedric Diggory one of his many rivals in Quidditch. Harry noticed the scene he stumbled upon when he neared the Quidditch pitch was an ongoing game that must have paused on his arrival. Not an official quidditch game of course, since they were cancelled due to that year's Triwizard Tournament but one for fun. To his surprise, the players were from all four houses, judging by the colours they wore, red, blue, yellow and green.

Cedric flew over and landed on a patch of grass next to him, not long after, Roger Davies the captain of the Ravenclaw Quidditch team followed after him. The two captains approached him,

"You want to join?" Cedric asked.

If he had the time, he'd say yes. Unfortunately, Harry needed to get this over with and resented the fact that he'd have to say no. Perhaps next time before the other schools arrive there'd be another game he could play in.

Before Harry could respectfully decline Roger spoke up,

"Yeah Harry, you can join my team, we need a killer seeker like you."

Hearing their fellow player's response Cedric huffed in annoyance, "Oi hands off of him, I offered to join first!"

"Oh yeah? And what are you going to do with him? The seeker position in your team is already filled up by you. I need a proper seeker, Stimpson's not cutting it!"

Roger quickly responded, only to yelp in pain when a stinging hex hit his arm.

"I heard that Roger!"

"Sorry, Patricia but it's the truth!" Roger called back as he turned to face his fellow Ravenclaw.

"Easy, he could be a chaser. You've seen him replace his brother when he was in the hospital wing,"

Cedric responded to his last question.

"But he's way better as a seeker. On. My. Team."

"But I offered him to join my team first."

"You've already said that!"

Merlin this wasn't going to end anytime soon. Harry sighed at their antics, outside of Quidditch games and practices they friendly towards one another, that was only due to their love for the sport and the respect they held for each other. But during the game, they were downright vicious towards each other. Apparently now, even in a game that wasn't for the school's cup, they were taking it way too seriously. Although he wouldn't be one to talk about that, if he were in their shoes as well, he'd try to get the best player on his team to have a better chance at winning.

"I was hoping you'd show up, but not when the game was starting."

Harry looked up once again to find three of his fellow teammates. They were his friends and housemates, Angelina, Katie and Alicia.

Seeing Alicia's annoyed expression he smirked, "I thought you'd miss me. George said you were looking for me."

"That was earlier when the game didn't even start."

Harry made a show of looking around the pitch, seeing many of the other players were annoyed or bored due to the sudden halt of the game because of their captains' bickering.

"Well that's not my fault; Fred only said you were looking for me. He never mentioned where to find you."

Alicia raised an eyebrow, "Then why are you here? Coming late and judging by your expression and attire it doesn't look like you were planning on playing Quidditch."

Harry didn't answer at that moment. He wasn't even planning to arrive at the Quidditch pitch. His destination was much farther, passed Hagrid's hut.

Suddenly, Alicia's eyes widened in realization, "It's about that thing isn't it?"

"What?"

Alicia knew about the Dumbledore business from last year, he couldn't hide it from her and he needed someone to cover him. But she didn't know everything of course. Alicia didn't know about what had happened this summer and he planned on keeping it that way.

"When are you going to tell me?"

"You know I can't."

Alicia sighed, "I won't push it, you deserve to have a few secrets of your own." She then looked at him

"So I guess you won't be playing then?"

He shook his head.

"Fine. I'll tell them myself."

Harry could only smile in relief as she turned around to face the direction where two captains supposedly stood. Cedric and Roger were now on the ground, it appeared the bickering had escalated into a brawl, the other players cheering their respective captain on.

"You owe me, Harry!" Alicia yelled when she glanced back at him.

He could only smile fondly in response as he watched Alicia push through the crowd of players to break up the small fight. Chuckling slightly as the crowd dispersed and mounted their brooms, he quickly moved away from the scene and took his wand out; he didn't want anyone to follow him.

When he was a good distance away from the Quidditch pitch, he silently cast a Notice – Me – Not charm on himself and continued on his way. He walked through the vast field on the school grounds and occasionally looked behind him to make sure no one was following him. Even with the spell on it was better to make sure just in case. Passing by Hagrid's hut he glanced at the chimney briefly, noticing the smoke coming out. Hagrid must be in their right now; perhaps tomorrow after classes he could visit the half-giant.

Finally making a decision about his plans the next day, he continued on, noticing his surroundings considerably darken. Harry noticed his surroundings becoming much different than the moment prior. He was in the Forbidden Forest now, the very same place forbidden for students to enter, to get it further across it was even in its name. But since when was Harry a stickler for the rules? He was the son of a Marauder; perhaps that's what connected him with the Weasley twins so well.

At a good distance away from the edge of the forest, Harry looked at his surroundings one last time. He made sure no one was around, including the Centaurs and Acromantulas that resided in the forest. When the coast was clear, he sighed in relief and put his hands in the pockets of his robe. Harry waited patiently, fiddling with the stone in his pocket.

He stopped suddenly when he sensed someone approach. Harry quickly jumped into a duelling position ready to attack, only to stop when he recognized the person. He lowered his wand slowly and watched her approach.

She was finally here. And he'd demand answers before he'd let her leave again.

AN: Next chapter you'll find out more about the mysterious woman that's mentioned throughout the fanfic. If you've read my original you'll notice that the next chapter follows it. The reason why I wrote this chapter was because I wanted to give you guys an idea of what Harry's life had been like before the battle of Hogwarts happened. I hope you enjoy!

Sincerely,

Elina Peverall;)