I do not own Harry Potter, otherwise I would have been a billionaire by now.
Summary: This is a story about two brothers, one who has fame while the other is trying to find out who he is and what destiny will bring him.
Maybe chapters will be rated M later on. And please can you review i don't mind a bit of healthy criticism but no flames please just give me advice if it's shit or good and how i can improve it as this is my first story. by the way thankyou for those who have reviewed
The bird circled gracefully, high in the mountain thermal, a slow, lazy motion. Delicate fine turnings of it's wing, the product of ancient evolutionary force, keep it's head perfectly level in the updraft and it's black beady eyes steadily fixed on a spot five hundred feet below onto the alley way, where a Man was sweeping the floors.
John Felton was ordinary man who was five foot and eight inches tall, he was short and stocky, with a deep wrinkled angular face his age was fifty four and, his wife had passed away recently, of breast cancer. His eyes where monotonously dull no life present in them as they were previously filled of happiness, but at the present they were lifeless, all because his wife had left him alone, in this god forsaken world which was cruel.
His occupation in earning a living was to get up every day at five clock in the morning and sweep the floors until ten clock. It was a tedious boring job where the pay was rubbished and not to disregard the abused he received from teenagers who mocked him everyday, honesty teenagers these days were rude and disrespectful if only he was more stronger and younger he would spank there sorry asses until they begged for mercy, but who was he kidding he didn't have the guts, they usually hanged around in groups.
While he was contemplating his deep thoughts he heard a faint murmur of a noise. He turned his head around and walked up to the dust bin where the noise was coming from. He looked in and what he saw horrified him which sent chills tingling down his spine.
What he saw was a semi unconscious baby boy about fifteen monthly old, covered in blood, his face was covered with hot red blisters and half of it was chard like a charcoal being burnt on a barbeque, showing that the toddler was in an accident involving fire as it somewhat could be concluded. Jesus Christ who could do this to a baby and just leave him in a dumpster it was despicable. John new he had to take the toddler to the hospital other wise he would die of blood loss. He picked him up and took him slowly to his car.
"Hang in there kid, everything will be alright uncle John will look after you".
The car journey took twenty five minutes for them to reach the hospital where they were immediately greeted by a nurse who took the toddler out of his arm.
"Nurse will he be okay"
The nurse smiled "don't worry the doctor will look after him why don't you wait in the intensive care room and wait until myself or the doctor will come and tell you about his status once we have diagnosed him".
I sigh but smile appreciatively at her but all this, blood and death scenario resurges, my pain that I have kept hidden from the world for weeks, since the death of Margaret. I close my eyes falling asleep, hoping that the kid will be alright.
Two hours later I was poked on the shoulder as I woke up from my nap my tongue feeling dry in need of water. I looked over and a man who apparently was a doctor was standing there looking at me expectantly as he spoke.
"Sorry pardon me what where saying" I blushed as my cheek turned faintly red"
"No need to be sorry, I was asking if you were the boys father" he was looking at me suspiciously as if I had done something wrong a cold look on his face was staring at me as if he was calculating my every move.
"No I just found the kid in a dumpster"
The doctor's face turned from a frown into a relieved smile "Sorry about my harsh tone but I thought you were his father"
"How is he" I asked with trepidation.
"terrible news I'm afraid the child from are diagnostic readings illustrate a severe case of burning to a degree that he would need plastic surgery, his left eye will not function properly which means he will be blinded in one eye. The tissues are to severely damage to even do surgery on it on the future. And he would have scars covering his entire face for the rest of his life, they can't be repaired, but the plastic surgery will slightly diminish the scars all in all he will have a new face.
I looked up and saw the nurse a tear was trickling down her face on to her uniform "What will happen to him next who will he stay with, I mean have you found any records where he came from".
"As strange as it may seem there are no records of where he is from, in cases like this the protection agencies normally put young kids in orphanages".
"No you can't do that the kid deserves a better life, I lived in a orphanage and it was hell the kid won't last ten minutes, he will be ridiculed all his life bullied by other kids because of his looks. I take him under my care he can be my foster son, I always wanted I son, but never could with Margaret as she was not fertile.
"Are you sure this is a big responsibility, you must have a stable income for both of you to survive on, can you handle a baby".
"Look I'm not saying I am the best dad in the world but what I know is the kid will need plenty of love and I can give that to him. Where both lonely we have no one but, each other please give me a chance or other wise there's no point in me living, if I have nothing to live for".
"Alright I speak to the agencies and he will be your all you need to do is sign a few documents".
"Thank you, you won't regret it" I give him a manly hug.
"What will you name him?"
"Luke Felton"
This was the day where Harry Potter was official was considered dead and Luke Felton was born. And this is where fate sends it's hidden warrior on it's road of mystery and adventure where the legend will be born.
AT HOGWARTS SCHOOL
At Hogwarts three people where unconsciously sleeping in the hospital wards as Madame Pomfrey was looking after them.
Lily slowly opens her eyes and briefly sees a figure flit over her. Memorise flood back into her aching head as she suddenly screams in a high pitch voice.
"HARRY, JOSEF JAMES WHERE ARE YOU" Lily was practical screaming as she jumped out of her bed frantically looking for her husband and children. Madame Pomfrey came from behind trying to sooth the women in distress.
"Now Lily calm down everything is alright"
"Poppy where is James and the children" All Lily wanted was to embrace her children and her husband.
Poppy tried to restrain her but she kept struggling she had no choice but to "stupefy" her she benevolently fell to the floor where poppy moved her body to the bed. She sighs with sadness as she asked the elf to fetch the headmaster.
The headmaster eloquently enters the ward and looks sadly upon the three forms of the Potters "How are they doing Poppy"
"Albus Lily just woke up she was hysterical I had to restrain her, I called you because she was asking about Harry"
Albus Dumbledore never felt older in his 150 years, than he did now, the pressure was beginning to show as the grand mage was shaking his head he personally blamed himself for the demise of Harry Potter. He should have protected him better, he was too wrapped upon who was the prophesied child was to be, that he neglected others.
"I shall speak to her now Poppy would that be alright with you".
"Of course Albus"
Dumbledore points his wand at Lily and wakes her up. She begins to stir awake and looks at Dumbledore in hope.
"Albus where is James and the children"
"My child James and Josef are okay but I am afraid that Voldermort killed Harry".
Hope filled her when she found out James and Josef survived, but when Dumbledore told her that Harry died her world froze she could no longer breath her lungs were constricting her air from flowing out. She couldn't take it any more she screamed in agony of the reality that her baby boy was dead her worst fears come to life she wailed until she could not physically utter another sound as she cried too much. When she seize to speak Dumbledore carried on
"From I can gather once Voldermort entered the twin's room he attempted to take Josef Potters life but Harry protected him by giving up his life in doing so he was obliterated with Voldermort. The prophesied child as it seem is Josef Potter he will and is already referred as the boy who lived, we must train him for the future as I believe Voldermort is not completely dead" Why don't you rest now and we will talk later. Lily nods and begins to fall asleep where nightmares will plague her for the rest of her life as she should have protected Harry better.
This is where fate leaves both parents apart from there son. Who they will eventually, meet in the future.