Harry Potter was constantly in the shadow of his younger brother, the fame had gotten to the Potter family's head as they had all but forgotten about Harry, poor little Harry was pretty much raised by Mizzy the house elf as it was she who saw Harry take his first steps, she who saw him speak his first words and she who taught him everything he needed to know about the wizarding world.

Lily accidentally forgetting to make dinner for him was a daily occurrence and Harry constantly had to get a house elf to make dinner for him but that was not the only time he was forgotten. He was constantly left out of family interviews and photos not on purpose but because his own family had forgotten about him.

It broke his little heart at first but Harry had grown used to it, Potter manor was so big he would go days without seeing Lily, James or Adrian and none bothered to look for him in that time either.

The only ones who gave him any sort of attention were Grandad Dumbles, Uncle Padfoot and Uncle Moony but they wouldn't spend too much time with him as Adrian being his usual attention-seeking self would cry if all focus wasn't on him.

So here Harry was the day before his eighth birthday lying under the sun just staring up into the clouds, most kids his age would be thrilled for their birthday tomorrow but Harry would only receive 3 presents and he knew it.

It was a yearly tradition at this point Harry would get a present from Uncle Moony, Uncle Padfoot and Grandad Dumbles and speak with them for a few minutes until they returned to the party downstairs. The boy who lived parties was never small he always had to have thousands of guests and Harry who was usually forgotten about in a family of 4 had no chance of being noticed in a crowd of 2000

But Harry could live with it he loved his family regardless however it all changed in two days. The day after his eighth birthday.


The crowd was deafening as the quidditch teams flew out of the tunnel, today was the Quidditch Cup final and for the first time in years the Chudley Cannons were in the final, not that Harry supported them Harry was a Puddlemore fan through and through but here he was anyway because the Potters could never miss a chance at being in the spotlight.

It was also the fact that it was the day after his and Adrian's eighth birthday and Adrian had all but demanded that they go to it something about being able to brag about it in front of Ron Weasley or something like that.

"WELCOME TO THE 1988 QUIDDITCH CUP FINAL CHUDLEY CANNONS VS FALMOUTH FALCONS!!! TODAY IN ATTENDANCE WE HAVE A SPECIAL GUEST!!! GIVE THE LOUDEST CHEER YOU CAN FOR THE ONE AND ONLY ADRIAN POTTER, THE BOY WHO LIVED!!!!" The commentator screamed into a far too overpowered sonorous charm. The crowd somehow got even louder while the Potters looked on smugly and gloatingly.

How could someone famous for something he doesn't remember be so smug about it? Also, it was not a thing that Harry would've wanted to be famous for. No, he wanted to be famous for things he did himself when he remembered them not a madman nearly killing his entire family but something went wrong for the madman who could've easily killed them all

Everything about Adrian Potter infuriated him.

With his gloating attitude and his stuck-up self, he just hoped when he got older he became bearable as Harry wanted to have a brother who wasn't a complete arse at all times.

Soon having enough of the Potters he got up and left to look around the ground. The stadium was huge and it could distract him from the Potters and the gloating. He could easily walk away as the Potters made sure he sat a few seats away from them to make sure the public didn't know about him like they didnt know about him.

Harry was convinced so he could run away and they wouldn't notice he was gone until Dumbledore Mooney or Padfoot came around.

However, one good thing about being forgotten while the Potters were famous was he could get just about anywhere while the attention was on them so he wandered off into the employee only a bit and just looked around for a bit.

Harry roamed the stadium for another hour looking for something, anything to do at all however he couldn't find anything to do. He was so bored of walking aimlessly that he even ended up buying a Falmouth Falcons scarf, he wouldn't ever wear it after today but anything was better than supporting Chudley Cannons

He was walking back to his family when he heard a scream. No this wasn't an im so happy watching the quidditch final scream. No this was a scream of pure fear

Harry had a split second of hesitation before quickly hurrying towards the source of the scream, soon another was heard from the woods this scream however was a lot closer to him than he expected.

He was now close enough to the point where he could make out voices. "Ooh look here a dirty half-blood we are gonna have so much fun with you." Voice 1 said these words sickened him to his core. How could people do this over blood purity not long after those words were spoken he heard some sort of muffled screaming so the victim must have been silenced of some type. He just hoped they were silenced by a spell and not something else.

"I get first turn" Another voice shouted out as Harry got closer to the source of it.

"No, I do!" A different voice again cut in

"Listen!" Voice 1 started "There's no need to argue you'll both get your goes but I get the first turn"

'Both So there are three of them' Harry quickly worked out in his head, could he take a 3v1, no not at all but he wasn't going to stand around and do nothing while these monsters violated a kidnapped victim

"Why do you get the first turn!" Voice 2 shouted in frustration

"Because I called first earlier " Voice 1 cut in

"I did all the hard work I should get the first turn" Voice 3 argued

"Fine you get first to turn Yaxley" Voice 1 responded begrudgingly

Harry sucked in a sharp breath. He had heard that name before 'Yaxley' was one of Voldemort's inner circle and a bloody powerful wizard he had heard his dad ranting about how he had nearly killed Uncle Padfoot and gotten away with it

"Thank you Travers it will be appreciated" The one now known as Yaxley responded

'Travers' is another name he knew though not too well. He wasn't too high up in Voldemort's rankings

Harry knew a lot about how high up death eaters were as the more his dad who was an auror went on about them the higher up he was

He came out of his thoughts as he heard Yaxley speak again "I'll have first, Travers you have second, Rookwood you can go last

The last name made his heart drop. Rookwood was about as high up as you could go in Voldemort's rankings he was up there with Bellatrix and the Lestrange brothers. He would be extremely powerful and Harry knew he had pretty much no chance at all to beat all three of them

"No! I'm having the first go I don't care what you two say!" Rookwood intervened

"No Travers agreed with me I deserve first turn!" Yaxley shouted back

"Fine! But I'm having a second turn!" Rookwood challenged seeing as there was no way he was getting the first turn

Harry was horrified the fact people were still arguing over doing THAT to an innocent person made him sick, he quickened his pace hoping to get there before anyone got a turn

Arriving at the site he saw a girl, around the same age as he and his brother. She had long brown hair with brown eyes filled with tears, she was tied to a tree with three men standing about 3 meters away from her. Quickly fishing his Falmouth Falcons scarf out of his pocket, he wrapped it around his face in a way where only his eyes could be seen, making his identity unknown. The last thing he would want is these scum to know who he was

Harry approached slowly as he tried to keep quiet while he made his plan on how to try to free the girl while they were distracted as there was no way he was ever going to take three death eaters on in a fight and live

He slowly approached the tree she was under as they still argued he was about 8 meters away from the tree and was closing the distance albeit very slowly

The girl's eyes lit up in hope when she saw him and almost pleaded with him to help her with her eyes. Harry signalled to her to calm down and look away to avoid him being spotted

He started closing the distance a bit faster now

7 meters

6 meters

5 mete- CRACK

SHIT

A twig had just broken under his foot as the three swivelled around in time to see him dash behind a tree. His heartbeat was going crazy

The girl looked defeated as if he was already dead and her tiny fire of hope had been snuffed out

To be truthful he probably was already dead

"Well well well, would you look at that half-bloods got a friend trying to save her" Yaxley spat out in disgust, fear-filled Harry as he saw the three death eaters stare at the exact bush where he was

"Now Now, Come on out and we will make the death quick," Rookwood said mockingly with a sneer. To put it simply, Harry was terrified but it was too late now, it was either die hiding or die but at least he tried doing something right

Harry took probably his last breath ever as he heard two of the death eaters approach the bush he was hiding behind. Calming himself he called upon any magic he could, sometimes if he was upset enough he would do accidental magic and here he was trying to replicate it in a death situation.

Eventually, the death eaters were standing about 1 meter away from the bush as Harry exhaled and let every piece of magic he could call on out...

Large ice spikes rose from the ground impaling the two approaching death eaters in the chest, it was the most gruesome sight Harry had ever seen. Two death eaters were dangling from ice spikes with intestines leaking out of where they had been impaled by the spikes. Harry wanted to throw up on the spot but he didn't have a chance as a killing curse shot from the remaining death eater wand.

Travers was the lowest-ranking death eater here and Harry was fancying his chances against him, glad to have taken out Rookwood and Yaxley first. Letting out a deep breath, he did the same thing he did last time, trying to collect his magic, pulling it together and finally releasing it when the time was right. However, this time it didn't work the same and Travers soon realised that and started laughing at him.

"So it was all luck then, don't worry I'll torture you so much you'll never remember this. After all, u deserve the torture after what happened to Rookwood and Yaxley" Travers spat out, eyes ablaze with hatred, however like his eyes, he too was soon ablaze except this time it was fire and the gut-wrenching smell of burning human flesh filled Harrys nostrils as he spun around trying to find the cause of the fire. His eyes landed on the girl tied up as she had managed to free her right hand and said hand was stretched out in front of her, palm open, smoking.

Her eyes widened in shock and welled up with tears at the fact she had just taken a life. Harry stood still also in shock at what had gone done but soon, ran over to her, he had admittedly forgotten about her during all the fighting but that was understandable, surely?

After undoing the bindings both he and the young girl collapsed tears running down their face from the fact that they, two 8-year-olds had killed people, as he embraced her and tried to calm her down. Holding her smoking hands against his ice-cold ones created a sizzling sound that surprisingly didn't hurt. They stayed like that for a while and soon after the girl started to say something.

"T-Thank you so much I don't want to think about what they would have done" She mumbled head still buried into his neck as she sniffed "B-but we killed them we are n-no worse than them!"

"I-It okay, don't worry."Harry sniffed as he too was dealing with the effects of taking a life so young but still tried to be as comforting as possible despite the fact two bodies were impaled not too far from them with the other charred to a crisp

"B-but we killed them!" She exclaimed sadly, her sobbing becoming harder after each word she spoke

"I-I know" Harry sniffed tear tracks being left behind by the stream of water down his face. He couldn't believe what he had done, he was a monster.

POP

Harry spun around as he heard a pop behind him, it was a figure that donned a full black cloak that covered its eyes, by the body shape, Harry assumed it was a woman but he couldn't exactly tell.

"Well, hello young Elementals, I do apologise for this inconvenience but the council can't have you knowing about your powers too early. I don't understand why neither do the others but whatever the boss orders I guess" the figure spoke while shrugging as she pulled out a wand and whispered.

"Obliviate"


Harry strolled back to his family after a few minutes of walking, he had a really bad headache for a reason unknown to him, however, he was shocked to find that the quidditch game had ended and everyone had left already even though it felt like he had only been gone a few minutes.

Something wasn't right, a headache the game was already done and everyone was gone when it hadn't even started 5 minutes ago, what was going on? Not to mention the blood he found on his clothes. It left Harry with a sense of dread that he couldn't shake.

Shaking the feeling off as best as he could, Harry carried on walking back to where he slipped away from his family only to find that they too, had left.

He had been forgotten about.

Harry started to panic slightly for as much as he claimed to be mature, something about being forgotten about by your own family at the age of 8 made him panic. He took a deep breath as he thought about what to do. He knew the stadium would be left overnight and cleaned tomorrow so he could stay here for the night and if his parents didn't come back he would have to go find somewhere else to sleep after that. Sighing as he made a makeshift blanket out of the Quidditch programs he snuggled up for the night and hoped to whatever deity was out, there that his parents would come back.


Harry awoke in the morning and was filled with disappointment, his parents hadn't even thought about him. It crushed him. He would've done anything for them and they didn't even remember him. Did they abandon him or did they not even think once about him? He didn't know what was worse.

Taking a deep breath he calmed himself as best as he could as he picked himself off the ground and began walking out of the stadium before the employees came back to clean it. Harry had forgotten about the fact that the stadium was in the middle of nowhere though. He sighed as he began his long trek back to the closest city. He didn't even know where exactly the stadium was. As he walked, Harry pondered his next move, would he want to go back to the Potters after they had forgotten about him? No. Where else would he go though?

It was hours later when he saw the first street lamp and nearly cried in relief. Harry walked down the streets looking for anywhere he could sleep. Soon finding an abandoned house, in which he could sleep.

He swung the door open and faltered in surprise as he walked into a large hallway that was decorated nicely. Behind him, he heard a voice

"Hello, young elemental."


Done, Sorry for the cliffhanger and I hope you enjoy this chapter, they will increase with length over time dont worry im just getting started

Seriously though, I really need help with the name for the OC please. Im so confused on what to name her to be honest

Anyway see you in the next one