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.
Disclaimer: Dun own it….k?
Harry turned to meet Voldemort. The aura surrounding Voldemort was of pure evil. A long swishing black cloak covered him; the cloak was not unlike those of Death Eaters though there was thick red lining around the edges.
Voldemort gazed upon Harry with a look of knowing. To Harry, it seemed as though Voldemort was gazing through him rather than at him. Harry recognized the telltale signs of Legimency.
"Congratulations. You figured it out; I'm a Legimens user. Besides, how can I forget the face of the mere child who defeated me," Voldemort sneered, raising his wand. It was poised at Harry, "Now what are you to do, Harry?"
Chuckling, Voldemort said, " Wasn't St. Mary's fun?"
Harry saw red, 'How dare he? How dare he!' Harry thought furiously. 'God dammit, he's reading my mind!' Harry thought furiously. Voldemort reading his mind at this critical moment is a serious disadvantage.
Dozens of popping noises once again filled the air of Diagon Alley. Harry was rudely cut out of his thoughts.
Men and women with blazing white coats apparated in. An interesting red pattern on their cloaks' back closely resembled a phoenix. The white-cloaked people surrounded Voldemort, wands poised.
Harry whipped out his wand, remembering to clear his mind since now was the most important time of all.
"Expelliarmus," screamed Harry at Voldemort. Voldemort waved it off with minimal difficulty, giving Harry an odd look.
The cloaked people ignored many surrounding Death Eaters and directed their wands at the one and only man that was powerful enough to direct all their attention towards. Energy sparked through the air as Voldemort's eyes narrowed to slits, though still radiating power.
Everything from "Confundus" to "Incendio" was uttered as the white-cloaked people closed into a tighter ring around Voldemort. Flashes of light as diverse as the colours of the rainbow zipped by and though their targets rang true, they hit a massive silver shield. The shield was of a blackish silver colour with a serpent encrusted within, small white skulls lined the edges of the shield.
Though it seemed Voldemort was winning the battle, he apparated away. Voldemort wore a neutral glance, looked around, smiled and left.
Harry looked around him and understood why. The cobblestone street was deserted, other than the white-cloaked group and aurors, no one other than a few corpses lying about were still there. The sky reflected the happenings in Diagon Alley, the clouds mixed in with fumes of smoke and fire continued burning on many rooftops. No sun shone through the thick layers of black smoke and the Alley very closely reminded Harry of the one he used to live in, though now it was different. Now, he has no friends and as he found out through experience, life was difficult to just live and not expect any disaster to befall it.
Harry started walking, heading to the direction of the Leaky Cauldron. Before Harry even had the chance to set his foot on the ground, a firm grip tightened around his shoulders. Spinning around, Harry met face to face with a 'phoenix' member with his hood off. For some reason, the first impression Harry received of this man was of a dog, a large black haired dog. Pushing away his imagination, Harry carefully regarded the man; he had black hair that ran wild on his head, for some reason unknown to Harry at the time, the face seemed oddly familiar. Large brown eyes not unlike Mark Potter's gazed down at Harry.
"Excuse me sir, would you please accompany us to our headquarters? We would like to know who you are and your relationship with the Dark Lord?" the man asked, with some tiredness showing through his voice, "Everyone else, spread out. Medical units; aid the wounded and report to me a headcount of all dead and injured. Hit units, search for any remaining or unconscious Death Eaters, capture them and remove their wands. Bring them to Headquarters' cellar for further questioning. I would like a head count of all Death Eater's left and also an estimate of how many Death Eaters were here for the attack."
The voice and the facial details just clicked inside Harry's head and recognized this man to be none other than Sirius Black, his godfather. Unable to control his sarcastic voice, Harry said openly, "Yippee. Another reunion? So who's next?"
"Excuse me sir?" Sirius asked though with more of a professional voice than Harry remembered last meeting Sirius.
"Nothing much, I was just asking if you could tell me where you are making me go? All I know is that I'm about to go to your Headquarters, and who are all of you?" asked Harry though he knew that all this is linked with Albus Dumbledore, the most powerful wizard for the light side.
"I'm sorry sir, I'm not permitted to tell you the location of our Headquarters, nor am I permitted to address any individual's names. Though I am allowed to tell you that we are members of the 'Order of the Phoenix'. Our duty is to serve and protect the citizens, wizarding or not from magic attacks," once again Sirius replied with a passive voice.
'This is bad' Harry thought 'If I go with them to the Headquarters, then I might have to see Dumbledore whom may be a Legimens user and try to probe me with Legimency. Plus Mark might be there seeing as he's supposed to be the all-mighty saviour of the light side.'
Playing dumb, Harry asked, "Don't they have, um wha-chu-ma-call-it? Wizarding police to do that? Or are you the wizarding police? Oh wait, if you are you'd be able to tell me where you're forcing me to go?"
"Sir? Oh! You must be a muggle-born. No, I'm afraid that you are not with an auror member at this time. Please hold tightly on to this, we are scheduled to leave in 10 seconds," Sirius stated, his voice getting more and more annoying, sounding flat.
Harry grabbed on to a small muggle pen and within five seconds, he felt a pull behind his navel as his vision blurred. When all movement ceased, Harry was standing in a rather large house. If he didn't know better, he would have suspected it to be crawling with dark magic.
Harry's shoulder felt slightly numb seeing as Sirius didn't let his grip loosen on Harry yet. Sirius directed Harry into the kitchen and offered, though it sounded more like an order, a seat. Ignoring the yells of, 'Werewolf trash staining the house!' and 'Befouling the name of Black!' Harry took his seat.
Within minutes, warm butterbeer appeared on the counter and the Sirius offered him one. Seeing Harry's look he added, "You know, I wouldn't drug a drink to an under aged wizard."
Harry sat still, sipping on his butterbeer. Sirius stayed with Harry in the kitchen, probably to supervise him before Dumbledore arrived. Harry tried to recite all he read on Occlumens, on how to block people from your memories and how to create fake ones to seem less conspicuous.
Within a quarter-hour, Dumbledore stepped through the small kitchen door looking respectively tired. Harry quickly used Occlumency to weave fake memories of him witnessing his parent's deaths and a nicer life at the orphanage, ones that were far away from the truth.
"Mr. Harry Preston, I believe," Dumbledore asked giving the same look that Voldemort had gazed at Harry with. It was the kind of look that seemed to pass through you rather than merely at you.
"Yes?" Harry asked, looking up at Dumbledore.
"Would you please tell me why you were at Diagon Alley at the time of the attack? Please do recount all that happened to you before right to after the attack," Dumbledore asked in a patient voice.
Harry's first impression of Dumbledore was that this man commanded respect and had probably consumed much knowledge. After all, knowledge was power. Though what many people don't know unless they experience it first hand is that as soon as you have more power than the average witch or wizard, power corrupts.
Harry didn't know enough of Dumbledore to judge him so Harry explained his side of the story with much more innocence than he usually spoke with, "I-well, I guess it started before today. Yesterday, I just found out that me, just me was a wizard. See, my parents passed away and so things like that never happened to me. Mr. James Potter introduced me to Tom at the Leaky Cauldron and this morning, I went out to buy some supplies with the money that James gave me. See, I bought a book on simple charms for interest reading and I only really learned one spell, which took me hours to use effectively enough. So when the streets were attacked, I panicked and I started running, though there was a loud popping noise behind me and I turned to face this man with glowing red eyes. I'm not really sure if it was a man or not but it had features of one. Anyways, he told me that I was scum and a, what-was-it, oh yeah! He called me a mudblood and then all the white-cloaked people appeared but I already had my wand out and used my single disarming spell that I learned and the rest he should know." Harry pointed at Sirius.
Dumbledore and Sirius exchanged silent looks and Dumbledore once again face Harry. "That man, Harry, he was Voldemort," Dumbledore began, "He was and still is the most evil wizard to walk this earth and you should be wary of him. It seems like you're one of the luckier ones who survived meeting him."
Harry listened to Dumbledore and his explanation. It was a rough few days and Harry couldn't see it getting much worse so Harry thought that he might as well ask Dumbledore something. "Um, Mr.-I suppose its Headmaster Dumbledore now, would you mind if I spent the rest of the holidays at Hogwarts? I rather not stay at Leaky Caudron in fear of any attack to happen again. Besides, the Leaky Cauldron is too busy fixing up the place and also I've only been here for a few days, I'd rather not let my first summer as a wizard end up too horrible. Please sir, allow me to stay at Hogwarts?" Harry asked. Truth be told, Harry just didn't want to stay at Diagon Alley, after all, he met many people he didn't want to meet there.
"I suppose you have a sound argument Mr. Preston. Alright, I'll allow you to stay at Hogwarts for the three weeks remainder of the summer vacation," Dumbledore said, "Sirius, please take Harry there and bring his property from the Leaky Cauldron to Hogwarts and then I have a matter to discuss with you."
"Sure thing, Albus," Sirius said, sounding less strict now that Dumbledore gave the okay for Harry.
"Follow me Mr. Preston," Sirius told Harry once again miraculously making it sound like an order.
"Yeah, sure," Harry said and followed Sirius to a fireplace.
"Just follow my lead," Sirius explained "You take the powder into your hands, throw it at the ground and yell Hogwarts."
"I thought you couldn't floo into Hogwarts?" Harry asked.
"You can't. This is Headmaster Dumbledore's private way," Sirius replied in a stunned manor, he didn't expect Harry to know about that rule. Sirius shrugged it off and yelled Hogwarts and soon disappeared.
Harry did exactly as Sirius had. Harry knew that he preferred portkeying rather than flooing when Harry landed, his face and clothes were filled with soot.
Sirius was waiting for Harry and once again ordered Harry to follow himself. Sirius led Harry to the top of the staircase then down the hall. They passed by James and Mark.
'Not again!' thought Harry as Sirius stopped and spoke way nicer to James than to him.
"Hey! Prongs! How's it been? Old Crouch giving you too much work?' Sirius started patting Marks' head.
As James and Sirius continued with their conversation, Mark started another one with Harry. "Harry Preston was it? I heard that you were an orphan and you were spotted speaking to You-Know-Who. You're dark aren't you? Planning to join up with You-Know-You? Planning to kiss his robes and kneel to him? Eh?"
Harry didn't have much of a week and before he gave it a second thought, Harry landed a punch right in Mark's face. "Look, I don't support Voldemort, speak his name for Christ sake and you had that punch coming," Harry said while actually landing a big one on Mark's nose.
"Mark? Mark? Are you all right? Sirius, please take Harry to his room and instruct him to not leave until dinner," James said and led Mark away.
Sirius gave Harry a disgusted look, brought Harry to a small but well furnished room. Before Sirius left he issued a warning, "If I ever catch you harming Mark again, you'll be in much bigger trouble than you are in now. He is my godson!"
Over the next few weeks, Harry actually had more rest and relaxation and slowly returned to reading every book that he found interesting. Everything from, 'Charms: Theory and beyond' to 'Werewolves and their habitats'. It was a rough few weeks trying to ignore the scathing remarks Mark sometimes gave him when visiting with his dad but Harry brushed aside most of them.
What really tested Harry's patience was when the teachers started coming back from summer break. A distinct redhead appeared with Mark. Dropping Mark off with James, Lily made her way down to lunch.
It was a normal day for Lily on many levels but seeing Hogwarts again made her excited. She was to teach Muggle Studies soon and Mark was going to be there. Lily turned around, noticing a small child sitting in the corner having lunch with a large textbook open in front of him.
When Lily finished her meal, she headed to meet the boy. She tapped the boy on the shoulder and she gasped at the sight of him. He resembled her other son. He very closely resembled Harry Potter!
A/N: I didn't want a fight between Voldemort and Harry because there will be just too much happening in too short a time. Besides Harry isn't yet ready. I just wanted to include Harry before…before….Well that's up for me to know and you to find out!