Heh, sorry for posting this so late. My school work was so hectic; I didn't get to do this chapter. I hope this somewhat satisfies you.

Disclaimer: I do not own the Harry Potter series.

*"* 6 years later *"*

It was Christmas morning, and Harry slept soundly on his small bed. His room was nothing like Stephan's though. Sure, it had colorful designs and expensive furniture, but it just wasn't the same. It just lacked that warm atmosphere Stephan's room always had as his parents never really visited him in his room. It was just one of the many differences between that Harry faced between him and his brother.

Harry woke up with a start.

"Harry wake up! Wake up!" his little brother screamed, bouncing on his bed.

Harry groaned and felt around for his glasses.

He always wore glasses ever since he turned four. He supposed his bad eyesight was due to a combination of genetics his excessive reading.

He put on his glasses and sat up. "Okay Stephan I'm up. I'll come down soon."

Stephan shrugged, "Kay big bro. See ya!" He bolted to the door and slammed it on the way out

Harry sighed. His brother was just so energetic in the mornings. Harry wasn't stupid. He knew his parents always favored his little brother more. He figured it was because of his title as the Boy-Who-Lived.

'Who am I compared to him anyways? I'm just the 'nobody' brother of the Boy-Who-Lived,' he thought angrily.

He put on a plain emerald t-shirt and shorts, before heading down the stairs.

"Harry!" two men exclaimed.

Harry turned to look for who had called him, only to see his uncles Remus and Sirius.

"Hello Pup! I've got a real good present for ya this Christmas. I hope you can wait till after breakfast to open it," he beamed while hugging the young Potter.

Harry out finally out of Sirius' arms, only to be replaced by Remus'. "Happy Christmas, Harry!" Remus greeted before letting go of the hug.

Harry genuinely smiled at his two uncles. They were the only ones who ever payed much attention to him, and he was grateful for that.

Breakfast was pretty much normal, for Harry at least. Everybody chatted animatedly with each other, with his parents boasting about Stephan every once in a while. Harry was left out of the conversation so far, before his uncles tried to get him to talk.

"So Harry, do you have any idea of what you would want to be when you grow up?" Remus asked, smiling.

Harry looked up from his plate. "Oh yes, I would want to be an Auror. I want to fight and get rid of any threat to the magical community." He stated before he looked down again to his plate.

"That's nice Harry, but you have to study hard an-" Lily said, smiling softly at him before she was cut off.

"Well that's very nice Harry. Stephan here wants to be an Auror too! Just like his good ol' dad!" James grinned proudly at his youngest son as Stephan beamed at him.

'Well nice try getting me to join the conversation Uncle Remus, although it failed yet again,' Harry thought amused.

Breakfast passed by quickly after that and it was soon the most anticipated time of Christmas- the opening of the presents.

Harry stayed out of Stephan's way as his brother rushed past him to get to his overflowing presents.

"Harry look at my presents! There is so many and they're HUGE!" squealed Stephan excitedly over his mountain of presents- which many were from family, friends, and fans alike.

Harry just gave him a smile and turned towards his own pile of presents. Though they weren't as many and as huge as Stephan's presents, Harry was still grateful for them because it always reminded him that he was still cared for. Whenever he always felt unwanted or unloved he would just think, 'Well, at least my parents don't outright ignore and abuse me.'

Harry decided to open Sirius' present first so he tore through the wrapping paper and threw it to the side. He gripped his present and stared at it in barely concealed awe. It was certainly a strange present to give a 7-year-old boy. He opened the leather casing to see a beautifully jewelled dagger. He flipped it a couple of times before he recognized it as the dagger on display he would always stare at in longing whenever he and his family would visit Number 12 Grimmauld Place.

He hugged Sirius, who was behind him the whole time, and thanked him. "Thank you so much Uncle Sirius! This is the best gift anyone has ever gotten me so far!"

Sirius flushed and rubbed the back of his neck embarrassedly, "Oh, hehe, well thanks. I would always see you staring at it, so I thought why not."

However, Lily saw it before he could store it away and shrieked, "Who on earth gave you that?! That's much too dangerous for a child!"

Her glare wandered around the room, from person to person, until it stopped at Sirius, who flinched back in terror.

Sirius smiled nervously, "Erm.. I can explain?"

Lily dropped the glare and sighed. Looking at her son she said seriously, "Harry. Just store that thing and don't use it unless you really need to okay?"

All Harry could do was nod.

The next gift on the pile was from his Uncle Remus.

He quickly tore the wrapping paper and looked at some sneakers with wings on them.

"Umm, is this safe?" Harry asked Remus.

Remus turned to look at Harry. "Of course Harry, we could give those a test run when we're done here. I enchanted them to hold any weight and to grow in size as you grow older."

"Thanks a lot Uncle Remus!" beamed Harry as he looked excitedly at the shoes. He then asked, "Where did you get them, Uncle Remus? I was unaware that these even existed in the magical world."

Remus just winked and smiled mysteriously, "I got them from a friend."

Unamused by this inadequate answer, Harry frowned up at his uncle.

That means his parents' presents were next.

He opened the package and saw his new own racing broom, a new Nimbus 1997.

He stared at it in shock before seeing his brother open a broom, similar to his own, and a new Quidditch set.

He walked towards his parents who were watching Stephan with great interest before they turned to Harry.

"Umm, thanks for the broom. It's a great gift and uh... Thanks!" he finished lamely before hugging his parents.

He finished unwrapping all his parents so he just sat down and watched his brother open his presents. He got bored and walked back to his room.

Suddenly, a bludger crashed through the window and whirled towards Harry.

Harry shut his eyes closed and hoped for the best. A few seconds past, and he slowly opened his eyes. He started incredulously at his hand outstretched, forming a 'stop' gesture and the floating bludger right in front of him.

Only one word escaped his lips, "Wicked."

Harry is about 7 years old here. Same as Stephan. The pressure of having favorites and followers is really making me nervous about publishing things.

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