A:N/ Please read and review, Hope you enjoy this chap, and again, please review.

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James took a seat behind his desk and folded his hands together. Harry stood defiantly in front of the desk, refusing to sit, much like he did with Lily; James knew that this meeting would be no picnic.

"We need to talk Harry," he said seriously. "You need to understand why we did what we did."

Harry said nothing.

James took a deep breath and sat back in his chair. "When you and Adam were younger, you two were close as two people could be. You were just a few minutes older, and took the responsibility of an older brother seriously." James said and smiled. "Your mum and I knew you would always protect your brother. On Halloween night, your mum and I were called to Hogwarts for a meeting. We arrived home minutes after Voldemort had vanished. Some wood from the ceiling had fallen down around your cribs; there was dust and debris everywhere." James took a long hard breath, rubbing his hands over his eye.

"Adam was closer to the door so your mother grabbed him first, and I held you. Both of you were frightened and bleeding from scars on your heads. After we deduced what had happened, that one of you had protected the other and defeated Voldemort, we thought it was Adam. We thought it to be him because he was the first one to show any signs of having magical abilities. We didn't…we didn't know that it was you all along. There was one instance I remember, we had put the two of you down to play for a bit before your naps, you had just turned six months at that point and I went to help your mother in the kitchen to get your bottles ready when one of the bottles floated out of your mothers hands and right into Adam's. We thought it had been him to do it, because he was crying. But we now know that it was you all along. It was you looking out for your little brother, just as you always had done."

Harry's expression remained blank, taking a shuttering breath James continued.

"So thinking Adam was the "boy who lived" we knew that our lives were changed forever. Adam had done the unimaginable, he survived; you both survived. And we knew that he would be treated differently, and we knew that Voldemort wasn't gone and that he would be coming after the two of you again. You see there was a prophecy-"

"I know about the prophecy," Harry said, his voice cold and abrupt.

James nodded, wanting to ask how but knew he probably wouldn't get an answer. But he knew it was something that Dumbledore needed to know. Nodding again, he continued on.

"So we knew that Adam would need special training if he were to fulfill the prophecy. We both wanted what was best for you boys. We wanted you both to have some sense of a normal life, but we knew that couldn't happen with you both living under the same roof. We didn't want Adam to watch you have a normal and happy childhood while he spent hour upon hour training. And we didn't want you to feel jealous that your brother was getting special training that you couldn't participate in. Giving you up, giving you a chance at a normal childhood far away from the war we were fighting, was the only thing we could think to do. And it eases my mind to know that you got that. Your mother and I were wrong in acting the way we did, and you suffered because of our decision, and nothing we could ever say or do could make up for that. We don't deserve your forgiveness Harry, but we are still your parents and would still like to be a part of you life, and we're not going to give up without a fight."

"Please Harry; just think about what I said."

"Oh yeah," he said, the bitterness pouring out of him. "I'll give it all the bloody time it deserves."

Harry left slamming the door behind him. James sighed and seriously thought about getting drunk. "Well that could have gone better," he said to the empty room.

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Harry walked silently down to the unused potions classroom where he knew his father and brothers would be waiting, but stopped half way there. The hairs on the back of his neck stood up and he felt a cold shiver make its way up his back. Someone was following him. He took a quick right, sunk into the shadows and waited.

Flash back…

Harry and his brothers were thirteen and in the middle of their nightly band sessions when their father snuck up on them, seemingly jumping right out of the shadows.

"Bloody hell Dad!" Jake gasped, his hand clutching his chest. "Trying to give me a heart attack?"

Drake cocked his head to the side and looked at his father questioningly. "How'd you do that Dad?"

"It's called Shadow walking. And it's one of the things that you'll be learning this year; it's a useful thing to have when defending yourself against an unknown enemy."

"You just snuck up on us from no where!" Nick exclaimed putting down his drum sticks.

Simon nodded. If you ever find yourself running from an enemy or trying sneak up on one, Shadow walking can be very useful."

The boys all nodded in agreement.

End of flash back….

As Harry sunk into the shadows provided by the darkened hallway, his eyes bulged as he saw the person that had been following them around since they arrived at Hogwarts in September. Shaking his head, he waited until the danger had passed until moving, still not understanding the motive for this person to spy on him. Was the spy working for Dumbledore, or for Voldemort? Which ever the case, he knew that his father definitely wasn't going to be happy about this.

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Three days after the Valentines Day ball, on an unusually warm Sunday afternoon, students of all ages were milling about out in the courtyard. Nick, obvious to all the commotion, sat on the ground with his back leaning up against one of the stone benches and played on his keyboard, drawing quite a crowd. When his brothers caught up with him, they knew Nick was mulling over the recent loss of his Gran. Drake, Harry and Jake sat next to their brother and watched as he alternated between playing and writing the music down.

"Working on your newest?" Jake asked, reading over Nick's shoulder.

"Yup," Nick said never looking up from his paper.

"Will you play something for us," a second year Hufflepuff bravely asked. The brothers looked up to see a sea of hopeful faces staring back at them.

"Yeah," added a fourth year Ravenclaw. "You guys rocked!"

Nick looked at his brothers and shrugged, "what the hell."

"Got your sticks bro?" Drake said. Nick nodded and handed Drake his shrunken drum set.

The Conway brothers could play a few different instruments, the guitar, the piano, the drums and even the violin. Their father had expressed that well rounded boys should have other areas of expertise than just fighting and studying.

Harry and Drake accioed their guitars, instruments and amps, and set up in the middle of the courtyard. The students and even some teachers that were close by gathered close to hear them.

Nick set up his keyboard and began to sing.

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Again, because I am not allowed to put song lyrics in my fic, if you know the song "Over my head" by the Fray, this is Nick's song. I'd put it in, but it's not worth losing my account over.

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And as the last notes to the song died away, the brothers were shocked at the crowd they had gathered. They scowled as they saw the headmaster, with his eyes twinkling merrily at them clapping.

"So Harry," Drake said strumming lightly on his guitar, "when are you gonna grace the crowd with your singing?"

Harry scrunched up his face at his brother. "Not anytime soon, that's for sure."

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After a horrible week of classes, that Adam was pretty sure he was failing,

He made his way up to the Astronomy tower, to get away from his parents. As he sat there he thought back to earlier in the day when Harry and his brothers played music in the courtyard for some of the students. Even though he didn't like to admit it to anyone else, he was jealous. He was jealous that Harry had seemingly everything he didn't. Even though for the past fifteen years of his life Adam was showered with love from his parents and attention from adoring fans. Harry lived that care free life that Adam had always secretly desired. Adam had always taken the things he had been given for granted until he looked into the mirror of Erised when he was eleven years old. Adam knew that by no means was he special, and though he acted the part for the benefit of his parents he always had a sneaking suspicion that his older brother Harry, who had been given away shortly after Voldemort's fall, had really been the boy who lived.

Adam Potter had been in training since he was eight years old. Every day for six hours he would go with his Dad, Godfather and Remus and study magic. Because of the threat that always seemed to plague the Potter Family they moved from place to place all over Britain because of the rouge Death Eaters that swore to revenge their master. Since Adam wasn't allowed to get a wand yet, no matter how much his father had protested to the ministry, he used his father's wand for practice. His father and his friends took it upon themselves to teach Adam everything they knew about magic, but unfortunately for Adam most of the time; his training sessions were a complete disaster. His teachers could not understand why Adam's magic seem so depleted, but as the years passed, and Adam's magic grew to an acceptable level, they decided to wait until he received a proper wand, and much to Lily's relief, just taught him the theory of magic.

Adam was by no means a stupid kid. He knew right from wrong, he knew he was spoilt, and he knew he had an older brother named Harry.

Flashback…

Adam was eleven years old, eating breakfast with his Mum and Dad when the post arrived. He had been waiting for this day for seemingly his whole life, because today was the day that he was to receive his Hogwarts letter. He nearly dropped his fork when he saw the owl swoop in and landed on the table in front of him. He took the two letters from the owl with confusion. Why would Hogwarts send him two letters? That's when he saw the name on the other letter.

Harry Potter

His parents were smiling at him, not noticing the other letter. "Well aren't you going to open it son?" James asked with a smile. "It isn't going to bite you know."

He threw the letter at his mother angrily. "Yeah, just as soon as you give Harry his."

Lily caught the letter with a gasp. The letter had no other form of address on it like Adam's did, just the name Harry Potter.

"It must be some mistake," his father said taking the letter out of his wife's hands and tearing it up. He threw the pieces into the fireplace and turned back to his family like nothing happened. "Come on son, open your letter," he encouraged taking a sip of his coffee with a smile."

And like the good son he was, Adam did.

End of flashback…

Adam sighed and shook his head. His parents hadn't really given him an answer of why they gave Harry away. And when they never talked about his older brother, Adam was plagued with dreams of Harry. Some might have called it twin telepathy, but to Adam it was the only connection to his older brother that he ever had. And when he was younger and would lie in bed at night. He dreamt of Harry living the life he never could. And while since Harry's arrival, Adam used most of what he learnt about his brother to humiliate and belittle him, Harry seemed not to even care, which made Adam hate him all the more. Harry wanted nothing to do with the Potters, and it angered Adam to know that his own brother, a brother Adam had always secretly wanted to grow up with, didn't even care one way or the other that his family, his real family was in constant danger.

Adam shuddered as he thought back to his fourth year when Voldemort used his blood to resurrect himself. And even though it made no sense when Harry was suddenly declared the boy who lived, Dumbledore had told the Potter family, that since Adam and Harry shared the same blood, even though it was Adam that was tied to the gravestone and watched as his classmate die, it was as if it were Harry there all along, just because Harry and Adam shared the same blood. But even though it was Harry that everyone was going after, a price was still out on the Potters. They lived at Hogwarts almost full time, so as to be protected from Voldemort. And when they weren't staying in the castle they had to be put in hiding. For a fifteen year old boy, who wanted nothing more then to be with his friends, chase girls, and fly, his life sucked.

A:N/ Okay so here is chap eleven, now that you have read, please take a moment to review. Not sure that I'll be able to do my weekly Wednesday update. But I'll try. I gave you some insight on to what Adam was feeling, so how does this change your view of him? How did you like the song I picked for Nick? And any one interested to know what his Gran gave him for Christmas? Still looking for a song for Harry if you have any more ideas, and thanks for all of your ideas so far, you guys are great!