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?

Lily rushed to Harry to give him a hug. It felt as though all her fears, all the memories of Harry's disappearance melted away. Lily smiled warmly at Harry, eyes glittering as it had not done for about a decade.

Harry was annoyed. In a month, he had met his brother who turned into a spoiled brat. He met his father, who in his opinion is an absolute moron. He met Sirius, who was supposed to at least smell that he's Harry. Now, his mother stepped in, recognizing Harry.

Harry faked confusion, "Excuse me, Professor?"

Lily clearly looked upset, "Don't you remember me Harry?" the redhead asked, and "I'm Lily For God's sake, I'm your mother!" Lily ended up shouting the last sentence, attracting the attention of the professors around them.

"Professor, I think you may have me confused with Mark, he's over there," Harry nudged in the direction of a surprised Mark.

Mark's brows were furrowed in confusion and his jaw was hanging down limply.

"No, no…you're Harry," Lily tried explaining again, "Harry Potter! That's who you are!"

James ran up to Lily, grabbed her shoulders and said softly, "Lily, he's not who you think he might be. He's not Harry Potter. He's Harry Preston. He has brown hair and blue eyes see?" James began, comforting his wife; "I just introduced him to the wizarding world. His parent's died. Besides, Dumbledore spoke to him and he didn't find anything like that. Lils, I know his name is Harry and he's an orphan but please stop making thing up. It's all just in your mind."

"But James! Just look at him! He's a splitting image of you! He could have just dyed his hair or something. Many spells could do that. James, he's our son! That's Harry," Lily once again said, clinging to Harry.

"Mrs., Who is this Harry Potter? Don't you have only one son? Mark? I'm sorry, I must be upsetting you. I'll be leaving," Harry tried to rid him of Lily's desperate clench.

"No…no," Lily cried, "You can't!"

"Lily! I miss Harry and I'm sure you do too but this is all in your head!" James said, finally pulling Lily away from Harry.

Lily cried, tears streaming down her face. Looking at Harry, Lily gave a larger sob and walked off with James supporting her to a room off the side of the Great Hall.

Harry started off to his room but not before long, pounding feet sounded in the hall, running towards him.

"Hey! You!" a voice down the hall hollered. The loud voice echoed and bounced of the walls.

Turning around, Harry noticed a small figure running towards him.

Mark slowed as he came close to Harry. How could Harry go so low as to make his mother cry? His mother had always been nice to him, was always by him and Harry probably did something awful to upset her. How dare he!

"Hey! Do you have anything against me?" Mark asked, bewildered that anyone would have, and hold no less any grudge against him, "What did you do to my mum?"

"Me? Your mom jumped on me! Go away," Harry said, irritable that Mark has commenced following Harry.

"Wingardium Leviosa," shouted Mark, though it didn't work. The wand just made a whining noise.

"You don't know how spells work, fool. Leave me be," Harry said, as he picked up his pace.

Mark, now enraged that anyone would dare ditch him, ran up to Harry and closed his fist with his arm winded back, ready to punch Harry with all he's got. Though unfortunately for Mark, his brother was faster. Harry whirled around, grabbed the punch and pulled on it so Mark fell over forwards.

"Word of advice, kid. Don't even try and touch me 'cuz next time, you'll be mince meat," Harry warned and headed to his room.

Humiliated and angry that anyone would have the guts to do that to him, the savior of the light side, Mark marched off.

Safely inside his room, Harry collapsed onto his bed. 'Maybe coming to Hogwarts wasn't the right thing?' Harry thought.

Though Harry was tired, it was only morning and there was a whole day left before he will be able to retire.

Harry started reading the charms book he bought earlier on.

"Lily!" James agitatedly said, "That wasn't him! You were scaring the poor guy and you were scaring Mark and not to even mention scaring me. What were you thinking?"

"But! I'd recognize Harry even if he wore a mask. James, it's like how I recognize Mark!" Lily began.

" I know the resemblance is uncanny, Lils and you know what? I think you scared a student and now, he probably thinks that you belong in some institution. Lily! Just go and apologize to him and that will be it! That will be all," James tried to persuade Lily.

"But-," Lily once again started, trying to contradict James.

"But nothing!" James said, he patiently continued, "Lils, Dumbledore would have found out if Harry was your son after all, Dumbledore is a powerful wizard and he is also a master at Occlumens. Don't make things so bloody difficult!" James ended up screaming.

Lily gave a few wet sobs, "I suppose you're right. I know that Harry's dead. I know that! It's just…that boy looked so much like you. Maybe even somehow related. I, I don't know…I just don't know."

"Don't worry Lily. Besides, Harry isn't alive now. We should just try to support Mark. Harry would have wanted that. Harry would have wanted it to be so that no harm ever befalls his younger brother; he would have wanted it so that we would just give all our love and attention to Mark. So Lily, stop killing yourself over Harry. You're not to blame, your decision to choose Mark was right, I'm sure Harry understood," James said trying to confront Lily, "Besides, Lils, this year especially need our attention and focus. This year, you know what's going to happen to Hogwarts!"

"I know James, I know. Alright, I'll go to Harry Preston and apologize," Lily muttered and walked off.

For the first time in his life, Harry was bored. Harry usually had something to do and even if he didn't, he was creative enough to invent something. Either that or worrying about his next meal was what usually ate up his time. Now though, it was different. Harry had finished reading all his schoolbooks and even some on potion making.

Too soon was his boredom shattered when around 5:00 p.m., after long reads, a knock banged on his wooden door.

"Um..Harry? Harry Preston? I'm Professor Evans, could I speak to you for a moment?" a voice called out from behind the door.

Adrenaline flowed through Harry as his heart raced, "Sure, just a moment" Harry replied.

Harry sighed, as he knew he had to talk to 'Professor Evans' sooner or later, especially after what James had thought was a mix-up. Harry pulled open the door and invited Professor Evans in.

"Would you like any-" Harry began in a polite manner, though to Harry it bordered onto sarcasm.

"Before you begin Harry Preston, I would just like to apologize. I didn't mean to frighten you like that," Lily apologized, "I'm usually more self-controlled than that. It's just you very closely resemble my older son, Harry Potter. The likeness between you and him was uncanny so I do apologize."

Harry couldn't say that he was relieved about finding out that Lily is none the wiser that her initial suspicion was true.

Smiling, Harry replied, "Professor Evans, there's nothing to forgive. By the way, isn't your name Lily Potter? Wouldn't you then be Professor Potter?" Curiosity got the better of Harry. Harry wondered whether his parents split up, besides Harry wanted to know the details that he may have missed.

"Oh! Um, there was just too much confusion with my husband teaching here during the school year and during the summers he works as an auror," Lily replied, delighted that Harry wasn't mad at her.

"That explains a lot, Professor Evans. Don't worry Professor; I'm not at all upset. It was nice to have met you," Harry lied smoothly, "I need to finish reading the potions book, so please…"

"Sure. Okay. As long as your not mad or think I'm crazy, I suppose I'll leave it to you then," Lily said right before she turned and left.

Harry breathed a sigh of relief. Lily wasn't as clever as all have expected though it may be due to her husband's persuasion. Both Harry's parents are teachers? Harry couldn't believe his luck or lack there-of.

Harry continued on with reading his book, hoping what had just happened was an illusion to try and break his boredom.

Before he headed off to diner, Harry had tried and practiced many charms which most worked marvelously well. He had tried easy things from the unlocking charm 'alohamora' to harder ones like the retrieval charm such as 'accio'. The only charm that he had trouble with was the dementor repelling charm. Usually, Harry would have ignored it and moved on but Harry had a bone-chilling feeling that this might come in handy sometime later on.

Walking off to the Great Hall for diner, Harry eyed the thick layer of dust accumulating on the floor. Some were spread out to cover armors and frames of paintings. 'The janitor must be off duty during the summer', thought Harry as he watched a small spider running away from a larger rat.

During dinner, Harry endured the shooting stares that Mark sent his way and the annoyed glances from James.

Gulping down his last scrap of food, Harry stood to leave. Trouble was, Mark blocked his path.

"Here for another beating?" Harry asked.

"No, I'm here with an offer. A trade if you will," Mark said with glee.

Harry was reminded of a bug that never dies and always seemed to sneak in-between the crack on the sole of the shoe when being stamped upon.

"As you know, within a week, this Hall will be filled with people for a new term. They will all know and worship me. I come here to offer you a chance to be my friend, granted that you get into Gryffindor of course. You're not bad looking, so we might even start up a gang of our own. What do you think?" Mark stated with a nicer tone that he would have normally used with Harry.

"Me? You want me to be your friend?" Harry asked.

Harry could have laughed. After all the stares he received from females, Mark would probably wanted to be his friend just to ensure himself popularity. After all, who wouldn't want to be friends with a cute guy and a famous kid? Also, Mark probably wanted to keep Harry close to him so that he won't have any bullies and to top it all off, Mark knew that Harry wasn't on good terms with him so Mark probably only seemed like he wanted to be friends with Harry. After all the famous saying is as goes; 'Keep your friends close and your enemies closer."

Harry smiled, the smile was fake but Mark couldn't tell, "Sure Mark, I'll be your friend."

A/N: Sooo? What did you think? Anywho, sorry that this chapter was late. I moved! Yeah and I fell and got my arm in a half-cast and exams are in a week. -;; sigh.
Anywho, please R&R