Disclaimer: for disclaimers see chap one. I borrowed a line from the movie "High Plains Drifter" and changed one word of it. The quote I used does not belong to me, nor do I own Clint Eastwood. I am making no money off of this, it is purely for fun. The quote I used is marked by
Later that night in a dark and cold manor, not far from the school, Voldemort had called a meeting. He sat pensive in his throne, wondering how months of planning could have gone so wrong. He had been trying to utilize the link between him and the blasted "boy who lived" for the past three months but all attempts have been blocked. But to his knowledge Adam Potter didn't know occumency.
"Tell me my ssservent," he hissed. "What have you learned about our precious boy who lived?"
Severus shifted in his spot on his knees. "The boy is as arrogant and self serving as ever my Lord. Dumbledore has approached me, and asked me to teach the boy occumency, but the boy is un-teachable."
"And I understand that there are four new sssssstudents at Hogwarts thissssss year."
"Yes, my Lord; Adam's brother, Harry, Lucius' son Draco, and two other pure blood boys, Neville Longbottom and Jacob Riley. There were adopted by Simon Conway, and the four go by his last name. Harry Conway shows a clear dislike for the Potters, and his brother. On the other hand he is very loyal to his adopted brothers and prefers their company over the rest of his dorm mates. All of the boys, to my understanding, have been trained by Simon Conway. To my knowledge they are very powerful."
"Does Harry Conway know occumency?" Voldemort hissed.
"Yes my Lord, Dumbledore attempted to get into Harry's mind, but was blocked. The headmaster was in pain from the attempt."
When Severus fished his statement, Voldemort shot of his chair. Severus inwardly flinched expecting the Cruciatus Curse, but when nothing happened, he dared a look up and found the Dark Lord pacing in front of his throne mumbling to himself. No one dared speak, soon their waiting came to an end, and Voldemort sat back down, a vicious smile beginning to creep over his snake like face.
"Harry Conway," he said and laughed as if the name was the funniest thing in the world. "Harry Conway is the boy who lived!"
Three hours after the Death Eater meeting ended, at the Hogwarts castle, Dumbledore was having a meeting of his own. He was pacing his office floor which wasn't an unusual occurrence for the aging head master. Sirius Black, best friend of James Potter, Remus Lupin, Professors McGonagall, and Snape, James and Lilly Potter, all sat perched at the end of their seats, waiting for Dumbledore to speak.
"It does answer a lot of questions, Headmaster," Snape said reasonably. "For months the Dark Lord has been trying to utilize a link he shares with Potter but has been blocked. Adam Potter has no training in occumency, so it only stands to reason that he is not-"
"Shut your mouth Snape!" James shouted. Sirius put a hand on his shoulder to calm the man, but it didn't work. James short out of his chair and stood nose to crooked nose with Snape.
"That's enough gentlemen. Let's not forget that we are all on the same side here."
The two men sat again, and Dumbledore followed suit looking all of his one hundred and fifty four years of age.
"Severus is right James," Dumbledore said solemnly.
Snape shot a crooked smile at James, who scowled in response.
"It does explain a lot of things," he said folding his hands together ignoring James and Snape for the moment. He stood again and walked over to his pensive reliving at Halloween fourteen years ago when Lilly came to him telling him that it was Adam that defeated Tom.
"Adam is fifteen years old," Dumbledore began softly. "He should have started coming into his powers by now, but hasn't. I see no change in his aura. It seems that of the two, Harry is the stronger. As he should be, seeing as how he was the first born. You see," he said turning around and facing the group again. "When Voldemort was banished, he transferred most of his powers into the child that was responsible for banishing him. If I had the chance to examine both boys then maybe…"
"It was Adam!" James shouted rising to his feet.
"But how can you be sure James? Neither you or Lilly were there when it happened."
Lilly put her face in her hands and started to sob. James put a comforting arm around his wife's shoulders.
"Adam had started showing signs of magic before Harry," James said and swallowed hard. "When he and H-Harry would be playing together, Adam would cry for something that he wanted and suddenly it would just float over to him. We didn't ever see Harry perform accidental magic. We just assumed that he was late."
"And we all know hat happen when James assumes things," Snape muttered darkly.
Dumbledore waved him off and sat back in his chair. "In the incident you spoke of, you said that Harry was also in the room with Adam when the toy floated over to him. And are you positive that it was Adam?"
James and Lilly looked at each other in confusion a moment, before James brought his hand up to his face and started rubbing his eyes hard.
"No," James whispered. "The next bough of incidental magic we saw from Adam came when he was seven. He was playing on my broom, and fell twenty feet, but instead of falling he floated slowly to the ground.
"So it could have been Harry?"
"Yes," Lilly softly said.
Dumbledore stood again, and started pacing. He turned to Minerva with a pleading look in his eyes. "Minerva, how would you characterize young Harry?"
"I cannot. The boy doesn't have my class until tomorrow. But I can tell you, from what I have observed that he has not socialized with any of the other boys in his dorm. Adam and Ron Weasly have made that somewhat…difficult."
"Adam? Being mean to Harry? Well it stops right now!"
Snape opened his mouth again to make another scathing remark, but Dumbledore silenced him with a look.
"Harry could very well be the boy who lived. Now what we need to do-"
But he was stopped but a shuffling sound from the corner of the room, and a small voice, "hem hem."
The group turned around to see Madam Umbridge, with quill and parchment in hand, occupying the corner of the room, with a watery smile on her face.
James, ignoring her for the moment stood to face Dumbledore, showing no fear for one of the most powerful wizards, the defeater of Grinwald, he spook. "I want Harry back, Albus. I want my son back."
While James continued ranting and raving no one seemed to notice that Madam Umbridge left as quietly as she came. She had a report to file to the minister. And boy was the Minister going to love this one.
The next morning, Harry made his way through the empty halls to breakfast when his brothers came running up to his. Harry stopped in concern and let his brothers pull him into an empty classroom before speaking.
"What's going on fella's?" Harry asked, waiting for his brothers to catch their breaths.
Nick handed him a copy of the daily profit and watched him with wide eyes. The headline read: HARRY POTTER, THE REAL BOY WHO LIVED!
Harry crumpled up the paper and threw it to the floor in disgust without reading what Rita had to say. Drake patted his shoulder comfortingly and sighed. "I've sent along a message to dad," he whispered gently.
Jake handed him a napkin full of toast which Harry grabbed gratefully. "We figured you'd want to avoid the great hall, Shadow." Jake said using the nick name that Harry had gotten when he was younger. The four walked out of the abandoned classroom and outside where they began their morning work out.
When they returned to the school after performing some cleaning and freshening charms on themselves, they grabbed their books and headed to class. Harry and Drake were the first to arrive in Transfiguration and sat in the back row and waited silently for they rest of the students to arrive.
The rest of the Gryffindor and Slytherin's piled in a short time later, each student eyeing Harry warily. Even McGonagall eyes seemed to linger on him longer. When the class was over an hour and a half later after a brutal note taking session Harry and Drake left quickly, but were accosted outside the door by Adam, Ron and Hermione. Adam pushed Harry and Drake into the wall before either boy could react. A large group of students made a circle around the five and were eager to see if any punches would be thrown. Although Hermione tried to be the voice of reason, seeing Jake and Nick coming through the crowd to help defend their brothers, she quickly shut her mouth, knowing a fight was inevitable at the point. Ginny also wormed her way through the crowd and stood on the other side of Adam, her wand raised.
Ron leveled his wand at the four, and Jake grinned. "In a minute," he said moving to stand right in front of Ron. "You're gonna look pretty silly with that wand sticking out of your ass." Jake said in his best Clint Eastwood voice. Ron gulped hard, but did not lower his wand.
"There a problem here boys?" Nick said leaning back against the wall with his thumbs tucked in his pocket.
In response, Adam threw a crumpled up copy of the daily profit at Harry. Making no move to catch it, Harry let the paper slide to the floor, his eyes never leaving Adam's.
"What in the hell are you trying to do Conway? Take credit for something you didn't do?" Adam spat leveling his wand at his estranged brother.
"What you didn't get the memo?" Drake said in mock surprise. "It was Harry all along that saved your sorry ass for Voldywarts," Drake said ignoring the gasps and scream from one girl at the name.
Adam and Ron raised their wands again at the two boys, and were surprised that the four brothers didn't attempt to raise theirs. Adam, thinking that the four knew that they could never beat anyone as strong as him, lowered his wand and smirked at the four.
"And let me guess," Adam began, smiling widely. "You think that the sorting hat was talking about you four? As if you-" Adam said snorting.
"Boy, don't you catch on quickly," Drake cut in sarcastically not letting Adam finish the remark.
Finally, Hermione had enough. "Ron! Adam! Stop it this instant! You'll get in trouble. Honestly Ron, you're a prefect! You could lose your badge for fighting in the halls!"
Ignoring her, Adam stepped forward, nose to nose with Harry and whispered. "Just give me a reason," Adam murmured. "Any reason at all, and I'll make you wish you had never stepped foot in this school. This is my school. So who the hell cares if you are the boy who lived," Adam said sneering at the title. "You're still a nobody, whose own parents didn't even want him."
Next to him Ron snorted, while the crowd gasped at Adam's admission. Was it true? Was Harry the real boy who lived?
"You wanna fight?" Harry whispered dangerously. "Well then bring it on. But just for kicks," Harry said holding up his hands before Adam could speak. "Let's make it an official duel. I Harry Conway challenge you Adam Potter to a duel. A no holds bared, anything but the unforgivables. To be held tonight after dinner in the great hall. Do you accept," Harry said holding out his wand.
Even though Hermione was whispering furiously in his ear, he held out his wand to Harry's. "I accept," he said. "And I chose Ron as my second."
"And I chose Nick as mine," Harry said.
Ron and Adam scoffed. "As if a Hufflepuff could beat me," Ron said and laughed.
Nick replied, "Underestimating your opponents could be very dangerous for your health Weasley."
Ron scoffed again but didn't reply.
Ron and Nick put their wands atop of Harry's and Adam's, sealing the pact.
Harry nodded and drew his wand away. "I'll go and let Dumbledore know. He said and walked away leaving his twin wondering just what he had gotten into.
Ron sneered at Nick, "as if a Hufflepuff could beat a Gryffindor. Ha!"
Nick merely smiled back, Ron was about to get his ass kicked. Nick would make sure of it.
A/N: So what should happen at the duel? Should Ron and Nick fight or should it be just Adam and Harry? Please review, all feedback is greatly appreciated.