Title: The Forgotten Potter

Chapter 1: The Quiet Child

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Harry Potter was no stranger to the feeling of being overlooked. While his four older sisters—Ariana, Victoria, Celeste, and Diana—shone brightly in every corner of the Potter household, Harry often found himself in their shadows. It wasn't that his parents didn't love him; they did, but their attention was often consumed by the sparkling personalities of his sisters, each of whom was the epitome of confidence, charisma, and beauty.

At Hogwarts, Ariana, Victoria, Celeste, and Diana were stars—heads of their houses, leaders of their year, admired by students and professors alike. Harry, on the other hand, was shy—so shy that he could barely say "hello" without his face turning a deep shade of red. If he ever had to speak to anyone, it was always in a near whisper. "Hello..." he'd stammer, his voice barely audible as he glanced down, shuffling his feet. The rest of the time, he kept to himself, head buried in his books, rarely making eye contact. His magical abilities were impressive, but Harry was never the type to flaunt them, and even if he had wanted to, his sisters' fame overshadowed his every accomplishment.

In the Potter family, Harry was the youngest, the least noticeable, the quiet one. His parents, James and Lily, adored their daughters and doted on them endlessly. James was particularly fond of his eldest daughter, Ariana, while Lily had a soft spot for Victoria, who was just as outspoken and determined as her mother. The girls were everything their parents had hoped for, and Harry was content to fade into the background.

The house elves, however, treated him differently. He spent most of his time with Kreacher, a creature given to him by his godfather, Sirius, when Harry was just a boy. While the others ignored Kreacher, dismissing him as a mere servant, Harry found a strange comfort in the elf's presence. Kreacher was never as grumpy around him as he was with the rest of the family, perhaps because he knew how alone Harry felt.

Harry's quiet nature meant that he wasn't the center of attention, and that suited him just fine. He liked his solitude, his time spent curled up with a book, or in the quiet of the garden, where the world could disappear for a while. But the feeling of being forgotten, of being a mere afterthought in his own family, never went away. The sisters had their moments of jealousy over the attention Harry received from Kreacher—he was, after all, the one who was closest to the elf—but in the end, it was never enough to fill the void that Harry felt.

By his third year at Hogwarts, Harry had had enough. His parents never asked about his day. They never noticed when he skipped meals or when he retreated into his room for days on end. His sisters rarely spoke to him, except when they needed something. They were too busy with their own lives to notice Harry's pain. He had no friends, and despite his remarkable magical abilities, Harry's voice remained quiet, his presence unseen.

One day, after another long night of feeling invisible, Harry made a decision. He was done with it all. He was done with being the forgotten Potter, the shadow in his family's life. He no longer needed to live in a place where no one noticed him.

That evening, Harry snuck into the family vault, draining all the galleons, sickles, and knuts from his account. His heart didn't even race as he stole the money—it felt almost like a relief. With that, Harry packed a single bag and, under the cover of darkness, he made his way to the airport. The idea of staying in Britain anymore was suffocating. He needed to be somewhere else—somewhere where no one knew his name. He needed to be free.

It was a one-way ticket to Ilvermorny.

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Chapter 2: The Potter Family's Realization

James and Lily Potter sat in their cozy living room, laughing at a joke Ariana had told as Celeste and Victoria helped their mother prepare a light supper. Diana had her nose buried in a book, as usual, completely absorbed in whatever magical adventure she was reading. They were a family, complete and perfect in every way.

Kreacher, with his usual quiet demeanor, moved silently in the background, cleaning up after their meal. Harry had been so quiet that evening, even by his standards, and when Lily had gone to check on him earlier, she found the door to his room ajar, the bed neatly made, and not a single sign of life within.

"Where is Harry?" Lily asked absently, her voice drifting through the room as she glanced at James.

James chuckled softly. "He's probably off in one of his little corners again, reading something."

But when Kreacher returned from his usual task of tending to Harry's room, his face was twisted in an expression of barely-contained panic. "Master Harry... gone," Kreacher said, his voice strained.

Lily's heart stopped. "What do you mean, gone?" Her voice was barely a whisper as she stood, her eyes wide with panic.

"The young master has left, Mistress," Kreacher explained, shaking slightly. "He... He took all his savings, took his belongings, and... and he is gone."

For a moment, the world seemed to stand still.

"What?!" James thundered, standing up so quickly that his chair fell backwards. "He's gone?"

"Where did he go?" Ariana asked, the first to speak, her voice full of disbelief.

Kreacher's eyes darkened. "To America, Mistress. He boarded a plane to Ilvermorny. He said nothing to me but... but I knew, Mistress, he was unhappy. He was always unhappy."

The Potters were left staring at one another, the room falling into an uncomfortable silence. Their son—their youngest—had vanished, and they had never noticed.

Lily sank back into her chair, her eyes filling with guilt and regret. "Why didn't we see it? Why didn't we notice?"

James, too, looked troubled. His mind raced, but it came back to one painful thought: they had been so absorbed in their perfect family, they had never seen the cracks, the silent cry for help from the child they had neglected.

In the silence, only Kreacher's soft words broke the air. "Master Harry never wanted to be forgotten, Mistress. He just wanted to be seen."

And that was when they truly understood.

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End of Chapter 1