Title: One's Most Hated Name
Summary: Harry Potter's younger brother, Mark was thought to be the prophesized child and Harry was left to the orphanage where Voldemort attended. Harry's adventure as a first year student will turn for the worst.
Genre: Angst/Action&Adventure
Rating: K+
Disclaimer: Should I again state that I own nothing? Sigh, I don't own Harry Potter.
A/N: I'd just like to say that every single one of you guys who reviewed are amazing, they brightened up my day!
Maybe Harry was dreaming, maybe it was stress. Whatever it was, Harry didn't like it. The minute James stepped through the door, flashes of someones' memory came back in waves.
Flashback
"What do you think James" a pretty redhead asking inquisitively.
"Hmm…maybe James Jr., yeah! James Junior, I like that name", the taller man joked.
"Well, I think that a horrible name. Horrendous even. I like Harry. He should be Harry Potter."
Picking up a little baby about a week old in his arms, James replied, "Yeah, so it is! Harry Potter."
Flashback
"Mommy, look! I made a plane!" Harry said, smiling uncontrollably.
"Oh sweetie, that so lovely, you have such raw talent," Lily said cuddling Harry, "Harry, want to feel your brother's kicks?"
"Mmm hhmmm" Harry grinned.
Harry held his palm out and Lily guided it to her stomach. He felt something kicking inside. It was so neat! Harry the frowned, what if mommy likes his new brother more than him?
Seeing Harry's frustrating, Lily asked, "What's wrong Harry?"
Looking up Harry responded, "Will he ever replace me?"
It was what every older sibling goes through so Lily responded without ever a second thought, "No, he won't Harry. There'll always be a special place for both of you"
Flashback
"Hey Mark! Do you want to go ride a broom with me?" James asked ruffling Marks hair. It was breakfast time, early Saturday. James knew that Lily was out shopping or she would never let James go broom riding with six month old Mark.
Harry watched the usual happenings of a Saturday morning, James and Mark went flying and Harry would just go to his room to read up on some hexes or curses. Harry could read and talk ever since he turned one though his pronunciation might be a bit off at times. Lily had thought that Harry probably even stated reading before Dumbledore ever did.
"Daddy, do you think-" Harry began.
"James Potter! What do you think your doing with that broom?" Lily asked though to Harry it sounded s though she was screaming.
"Huh? Oh nothing Lils, I was just going for a broom ride," James responded with an innocent smile.
'Smooth' Harry thought sarcastically 'real smooth.'
"And you were going to leave the kids alone?" Lily screamed. Lily certainly looked more frightening when needed.
"Well, no. I was just about to bring Mark along" James added though he now regretted it.
Even if someone stood a mile away they might have been able to hear Lily's screachingly loud voice hollering in the distance, though the charm around the house would have probably blocked most of the noise.
"Don't you even think that your bringing Mark along. He might fall off. James, do you want Mark to die early?" Lily shouted.
Harry left the table, he knew that his presence at the table wasn't needed and headed upstairs to start reading a book on hexing your enemies.
Flashback
"Harry or Mark? It will entirely be on your hands," a tall man said sneering.
"What? Harry or Mark?" a scared Lily asked, though as if the man had grown horns.
…
"Anybody but Mark"
Voldemort laughed his cruel laugh and aimed his wand at Harry. Before Harry even heard him say a curse, an amazing white light surrounded him.
"Harry John Preston?" James asked though he sounded mildly surprised at seeing the boy sleep.
Harry didn't move, mainly, it was due to the pain of having his head almost splitting into two and secondly he didn't want to face James.
Harry wasn't stupid. Memories came flooding back and he was able to piece bits of his life together, almost like a jigsaw puzzle. It was easy at first, when you didn't know what was happening but when the big picture became clearer, Harry got even more frustrated. How could someone like his mother do that? It soon became obvious that both his mother and his father are getting along okay.
"Harry?" James repeated, now worried if the boy was deaf.
"Yes, yes I'm awake," Harry, said turning to face his father.
James, who was here to help muggle children in accepting the wirzarding world and Hogwarts, did not expect this. The boy named Harry John Preston looked so much like his former self. Though it was too dark to distinguish the fine features on the boys face, the features that James could see reminded him so much, too much like his elder son.
"Ummm…Harry? Harry Potter?" James asked, a small child-like gleam in his eyes.
Harry wasn't surprised. He hated that name and all to do with that name. Including his mother, his father, and though he didn't hate his brother, he disliked him to say the least.
"I'm sorry sir? I'm Harry Preston. Who are you?" Harry asked in a polite tone.
"Ohh nothing…you're not his age anyways." James mumbled, "Happy 11th birthday are your parents around?"
'12th birthday, 12th,' thought Harry decided to keep that quiet. "Thank you sir and my parents aren't around, they….they died in a car crash a few years ago. I left the orphanage and I'm on my own" 'There' thought Harry 'At least it's a part-truth'
"I'm sorry to hear that, son-"James began though he was somewhat rudely cut off.
"Mr., I would like it if you didn't call me that," Harry glared though it would go amiss in the dark.
"Right, sorry then. I'm James Potter, Transfiguration Professor and Head of Gryffindor. Mr. Harry Preston, you have been accepted to attend Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, here is you letter of approval," James handed Harry a note.
The envelope was a crisp white though it had peculiar old-fashioned letters; it was addressed to:
Harry John Preston
Room 356
Motel
London, England
Harry quickly scanned the two papers inside, or rather, parchments. One was the letter of approval and the other was a long list of supplies he needed. Harry didn't feel much like attending that school. He would have felt better about going if his own father was not teaching there. How long could a façade continue? Even if he were to go, it might be discovered right away that he was not Harry Preston but in fact Harry Potter.
Seeing Harry discomfort, James added, "It's alright, there will be many muggle students there so you wont be behind and my own son, Mark will be attending."
"Right. Yeah….sure. I'd love to go, Professor but I've no money. Even if I could go to Hogwarts I won't be able to pay for cauldrons and potion supplies so I'm afraid I'd have to decline," Harry knew what he said was just an excuse but it was a well founded one because it was true; he didn't have any money to buy anything.
'Cauldrons? Potion supplies? Wow, what a kid! He adapts pretty fast. Most muggles he'd have to deal with would want him to actually show them some magic firsthand' James thought.
"Don't worry, Harry. Headmaster Dumbledore supplies students with enough money to go through school with. All headmasters do, even before Dumbledore was headmaster, he supplied Riddle with some equipment, you don't have to worry about a thing," James smiled a broad grin, showing that he now forgot completely about Harry Potter. Harry wasn't sure whether this was a good thing or not. On one hand, he wanted James to suffer by remembering that he ignored Harry way back when, though on the other hand, he didn't want James to put two and two together and figure out he was indeed Harry Potter.
"I'll go Professor, anyways, it's not like I have any other place to go," Harry replied. This was indeed true; he didn't have anywhere else to go. Sooner or later he would run out of money again and have to start stealing though Harry couldn't imagine doing any of that without Kyle.
James shot Harry a look of pity. "I don't suppose you have any luggage. Alright then, let's leave."
James grabbed Harry and apparated to Diagon Alley. Though Harry read all about Diagon Alley, he never have actually been there. Only Mark went to Diagon Alley, usually to buy candy with James.
The streets were lined with small old stores. Nails stuck out of their holes and the buildings seemed to be held together by magic. Harry suspected that it was. Harry was careful not to show much emotion with James. He didn't want any more unnecessary contact with James.
"We will only cover your necessary food and clothing. You will be allowed 9 galleons to spend for the whole year," James said. The time was obviously catching up with him as his eyelids felt like weights.
James led Harry to a brick wall. He started tapping bricks in a random order pausing a few seconds to remember the order and then continuing. When the last tap was in place, the bricks shifted aside to form a large archway.
Walking through the archway, in through large black doors, they entered a pub. The pub was damp and dark only the candles tucked away at the side offered any light. Only a few people were up till this late, or this early. James walked to the counter. "Hello Tom I'm really tired, I'm sorry for the inconvenience but could you get a room ready?"
"Bless my soul! It's Mark Potter, the savior of the wizarding world! Glad to meet-" tom said though he was cut off.
"Sorry but its not Mark, he's Mr. Preston. I'm on Hogwarts duty so please get a room for him?" James asked, his head resting on the counter.
"Alright, don't get your knickers in a knot. This way Mr. Preston, follow me. Hurry now," Tom said and led the way though not before James handed 50 galleons to Harry for supplies.
Tom led Harry upstairs to room 11. "Well I suppose that's all,"
The room was the complete opposite of the one Harry had been sleeping in a few moments ago. Instead of it being old and dirty, the room was brightly lit with floating candles. The king-sized bed sat snugly in a corner of the room. There was a small room leading off to the side, probably a bathroom, Harry thought.
A muggle clock was stationed on a wall; it read 3:28 am. Yawning, Harry once again drifted off to sleep.
Upon waking up, Harry's headache was gone. Yesterday…yesterday's events were something Harry will never want to remember but there it was, etched into his mind. 'Never again,' Harry thought, 'never again.'
Harry pocketed the 50 galleons. Looking down at his sweatshirt and baggy, ripped pants, Harry determined that he needed new clothes and perhaps a new look, after all, he was mistaken for a Potter twice yesterday. All he had of value was a bracelet with initials H.J.P. on it. He had this bracelet for as long as he could remember.
Harry wanted to go out and explore. He didn't want to look like Harry Potter, neither would he want to be recognized on the street as Mark Potter. He didn't want to talk to his parents as Harry Potter.
Harry didn't want to walk around Diagon Alley, even though he had his hood up, there would still be a possibility that someone sees up the hood and think they recognize Mark Potter. Leaving what he now knew was the Leaky Cauldron; he entered muggle London once more, though this was uptown.
Just when he took his second step away from the Leaky Cauldron he heard someone call out to him.
"Oi, you! The one with the hood up. We know your trying to hide! You almost killed Dudley! Come here!" A tall boy said, he had about 5 boys surrounding him.
Harry was getting tired of this. Just when he thought that he left that life and needn't worry about gangs or fights anymore, they show up.
"Look, I don't wanna fight so just leave," Harry said, though he was alone, his voice carried a commanding tone.
"You don't want to fight? YOU? You hurt our leader. You're over numbered. Let's take him," another boy spoke out.
Surrounding Harry, the boys started giving blows. Harry was not in the mood, his best friend died because of them and their friend was alive. Theirs were alive but Kyle's dead. Harry just met his father late last night at his birthday. Harry got his memory back and now was not the time to test his patience.
A small glowing light surrounded his bracelet. Harry stretched out his hand in front of him and hollered "Immobulus"
The boys stopped in mid-track, dazed and confused. Some toppled over, as they had no balance.
Harry soon came to his senses and realized that what he had done was probably bad, maybe even against wizard law and left the scene before he could do any bodily damage to the boys. He didn't know why that word came out of his mouth, all he knew was that he read that word somewhere...though he wasn't sure where exactly.
He walked into a clothes store some blocks away from the immobile boys. The security guard followed Harry around the store, following every little movement fearing Harry to steal something. Harry didn't spend long there, as he knew he needn't many clothes since he was leaving for Hogwarts and will wear mostly wizarding clothes. Harry picked out a black pants with a black cut off sleeve T-shirt. Harry bought the clothes with the money Kyle left him and changed into them as soon as he left. Harry threw the old, worn clothes in a garbage bin.
Entering a nearby mall, Harry headed for the hair salon. Giggling girls peered at Harry from the salon's window. Harry didn't cut his hair, as he liked it the way it was though he did dye it brown. He headed next door to get contacts, he chose a blueish color and left when most his money was used up.
Walking back to the Leaky Cauldron, Harry noticed the increase of girls giving him second glances. A brunette actually doubled back just so she could talk to Harry but Harry ignored her and moved on.
When Harry entered the Leaky Cauldron once again, he noticed a few peculiar people seated at the far end of the bar, they had their hoods up and whispered to one another. Harry saw a flash of a white mask being placed under someone robe. Heading up the stairs, Harry faintly heard someone say, "Lucius, are the preparations ready?"
A/N: Well that's it. Please tell me what you think. byes