Outsider Chronicles: Thats So Wrong

Getting reborn into the world of Harry Potter is...interesting. I'm sure that many reading would think that it'd be great, but what if you were Harry's sibling in a WBWL story? Yeah, thats me. Now I have to deal with annoying parents, gold diggers and annoying 'friends'. Still, its not all bad. At least all I need to do is make a Deal with a Devil.

And we are back with another HP idea, although this time our protagonist is the WBWL and Harry is off getting stupidly strong. This idea has been knocking around in my head for a while, but I recently had an idea that I can add to it. What is that idea? Well, you'll have to wait and see. Expect Potter, Weasley and possible Hermione bashing in the future. Not sure about the last one though. Enjoy!

Chapter 1

You know, I often wonder if maybe I pissed someone off last time through. Then I look at my friends and realize that no, I most definitely didn't. Sorry, I'm getting WAY ahead of myself. Lets back up a bit and start from the beginning. It all started after I died from having a shelf full of Harry Potter merchandise fall on me. Not the most grandiose of deaths, although it does make me think that maybe Death has a sense of humor considering where I woke up. Anyway, after I ied from blunt force trauma, I woke up again in the body of a baby. Not what I was expecting. But lets roll with it. What I can't roll with is the fact that someone upstairs seems to be having a laugh at my expense. What makes me say that? Well, my Father can turn into a stag, my mother is known for a fiery temper and green eyes and my Godfather is literally a mutt. I am fucking screwed! Oh, and you know the worst part? I'm not Harry. Oh no, I've been reborn as his twin brother, Brandon Potter. Something tells me that is is gonna end badly…

I WAS FUCKING RIGHT! The attack happened pretty much exactly as I was expecting, with Voldie barging into Harry and my room, killed Mum in front of our crib, before shooting the Killing Curse at Harry. I'm not entirely sure what happened next, but whatever it was resulted in the Curse being reflected straight back at Voldemort with far more force, blowing the Dark Lord to bits and carving a pair of horizontal lines into my cheek with the backlash. You can probably guess what happened next.

Dumbledore showed up, declared me the BWL and then did something that resulted in Harry getting dumped somewhere, probably the Dursley's front doorstep. And all I could do was sit there and watch, completely unable to do anything to stop it! Aww well, knowing worlds like this, hes probably going to end up in a MUCH better place. Probably with a bunch of hot girls while hes at it.

I on the other hand grew up surrounded by praise, luxury and with the best education money can buy. And you know what? I loathed every minute of it. I hated the attention, I hated the blatantly biased bullshit I was spoonfed and, more than anything, I hated the sycophants who sucked up to me. The worst of the lot was Ron and Ginny, the former who had somehow gotten it into his head that I was his best mate and the latter couldn't be in the same room as me for more than a minute without embarrassing herself To make matters worse, Molly and my Father seemed to be trying to push us together, despite our young age. I once overheard something about waiting to make sure I had a proper Light side wife when I grew up and Ginny was the best choice because she had red hair or some other inane reason.

Father seemed to be shoving his head further and further up his arse with each passing day. It had got to the point where he considered everyone who wasn't firmly in the Light to be Dark and worthy of suspicion at best and outright hostility at worst. That meant he had managed to alienate over a third of the Wizengamot and the only reason the Light side ever won anything these days was thanks to Sirius much more effective politicking.

As a result of my Fathers actions, I had ended up being slapped with a similar label and basically everyone I met who wasn't glued firmly to my Father's ass treated me with a detached politeness at best and veiled hostility at worst. It was apparent that most everyone expected me to be an arrogant, self centered, Light side moron and never gave me chance to prove otherwise. Mostly because my Father was usually hovering in the background, glowering at them. Bastard.

Still, it wasn't all bad. Despite the fact that my Father seemed insistent on completely neglecting to teach me anything in the form of proper manners in the Wizarding World, I managed to learn what I need to from the library and the paintings of my ancestors, many of whom were not best pleased by how James was acting. Oh, don't get me wrong, I wasn't too keen on how stuffy most of the Pureblood traditions were, but knowing them would help me get a good many people off my back and keep me from making unnecessary enemies.

Still, it wasn't all bad. I might think that the younger Weasleys are annoying little brats, but the Twins were a ton of fun to hang around with, Neville was a nice guy and having proper friends meant that he wasn't quite as shy and Susan Bones was a good friend, although recently Father had been getting shirty about me hanging around with her as the Bones had finally had enough of his antics and switched to the Gray faction, lead by the Greengrass house.

Speaking of House Greengrass, they were a rather odd bunch. Not in the Lovegood sense, but rather in their history and how they interacted with the Wizarding World. Despite being a Pureblood house as old and powerful as the Blacks, they had never once flaunted their wealth around and their political power was usually limited to around 15 families who made up the Neutral block and served as a buffer for preventing the more self destructive or downright strange laws being passed. I also found that their lifespans were unusually long, even for Wizards, and they had a tendency of either naming their children after themselves or taking up the name of the previous head. Or at least, that's what it appeared on the surface. I'd done some digging after they caught my attention and found that the current head, Cyrus, had apparently been the Greengrass Lord for the past three centuries at least. That was impossible, even for Wizards. While it was true that powerful magicals tended to live longer than Muggles, the absolute maximum without doing something to extend ones lifespan was about 175. That meant that either Lord Greengrass had performed some really nasty Dark Rituals (unlikely since such things tended to leave physical tells on the body), he had access to a Philosophers stone or the Greengrasses weren't Human. Frankly, I'm not sure which is more likely, although natural gray hair isn't exactly normal and both Greengrass sisters had hair that colour. Then again, my hair was crimson, so I guess I can't really talk on the subject of unusual hair colours. Not normal red hair or the Weasley fiery red, actually crimson, the exact same colour normally only seen on a certain family of Devils.

Anyway, getting off the subject of me growing up surrounded by sycophants and the constant battle with migraines as a result of it and onto the first event that would cause me even more headaches...but still put me in a much, much better position than I was before. It was the big day, I'd got my Hogwarts letter a few days before (heralding a party that I felt was frankly overkill) and Father and Sirius took me to Diagon alley to get my things. In order to speed things up, we split up after Father gave me some spending money and my first stop was Madam Malkin's.

The second I entered, Malkin immediately swept me onto a stool, babbling about how much of an honour it was to serve me, which I ignored. As I stood there waiting for Madam Malkin to finish, the shop door opened again and two girls entered the shop. The first girl was slightly shorter than average and carried herself with the air of a proper Pureblood princess. She had cold, gray eyes and hip length hair that could be mistaken for ash blonde but was actually gray and fair skin. She was wearing high quality, black and gold robes that I'm pretty sure were made of Acromantula silk.

Her companion was taller, with long, flame red hair tied into pigtails, light brown eyes and lightly tanned skin. She was wearing a red and yellow sundress that made it look like she was on fire. Unlike her companion, she had a slight smile and her eyes showed more emotion. Well, they did until they saw me, then both girls icy masks snapped up faster than I could blink. I suppressed the urge to sigh and roll my eyes.

"Heir Potter," said the gray haired girl with a curt nod.

"Please drop the formalities," I said, "Seriously, we're gonna be classmates this year, I really don't want to have a stick rammed up my arse all year."

Both girls looked rather taken aback.

"With that in mind, lets start this conversation again," I said with a smirk at the looks on their faces, "Hi Daphne, Tracey, are you looking forwards to Hogwarts?"

Tracey blinked and smirked back.

"Well, your certainly not what we were expecting," she said, "After how you acted towards Malfoy at the Minister's Yule Ball last year…"

"That was because he was being a right little toerag," I said, "Unlike some people, I prefer to actually get to know people as, well, people instead of basing my opinion of them on which side of the Wizengamot they sit on or the colour of their tie."

Malkin nudged me off the stool and took the fitted robes off to create the robes in the sizes I need. It took about five minutes before I was paying her and heading out the door.

"I'll see you ladies at school!" I called back as I left.

Little did I know that that little interaction would be the catalyst that would change my life.

After that, life continued as normal, right up until the Sorting. No, really, absolutely nothing of interest happened. The only difference is that Ron ended up in my Compartment from the start (Bastard), Neville decided to stick around and Malfoy knew better than to try and engaged in a battle of wits armed only with what amounted to a wet breadstick. Hermione dropped by at one point and managed to immediately get on my bad side upon finding out who I was and listing all of the books I was mentioned in.

Now, despite that, I was willing to give her the benefit of the doubt...right up until she blew any chance of me ever doing more than putting up with her out of the water, but thats for later.

The interesting event started at the Sorting. Naturally, I was already under a lot of scrutiny, despite still being in the middle of a massive crowd of other firsties. After all, unlike Harry, virtually everyone already knew what I looked like, no thanks to my Father pushing my fame at every opportunity, and my crimson hair was rather eye catching.

Anyway, after a bunch of students (Including Daphne and Tracey who ended up in Slytherin) were sorted, it was my turn and I stepped up to the plate, ignoring the whispers that erupted behind me as the had was placed on my head and dropped over my eyes. For a moment, all I could see was black. Then the Hat burst out laughing.

"Found something interesting?" I thought.

"Oh, yes indeed Mr Potter," said the Hat, "Very interesting indeed. You certainly do have a lot of interesting knowledge about this world...oh, whats this?"

There was a watery sensation and the Hat snorted again.

"Oh, thats just perfect!" he chuckled, "My my Mr Potter, you really are going to mess up the Status Quo."

"Whats that supposed to mean?"

"I'm afraid that I cannot tell you that," said the Hat, "However, I can give you some advice. Your comparison of your hair colour to the Gremory Family was much more accurate than you think."

"Huh?"

"Now, lets get you sorted," said the Hat, completely ignoring me, "Considering your attitude, Hufflepuff is right out. You're smart enough for Ravenclaw, although how much is actual intelligence and how much is from two runs through life is up for debate. You have the cunning and ambition for Slytherin, but I get the distinct impression that if I put you there you'll have killed Mr Malfoy before the weeks out. Plus, you're more likely to take any plans you have and use them as a battering ram to beat down whoever gets in your way...good god, its like Godric all over again! Theres no doubt about it, you'd be best suited for…"

"GRYFFINDOR!"

I ignored the cheers from the red table as I took of the Hat and headed over to join my table. I absently returned Percy's handshake as I sat down across from Hermione and glanced up at the Head table. As I did, I met Dumbledores eyes and immediately felt a slight pressure on my Occlumency shields. I immediately shoved back, hard, making the old geezers head jerk back. That done, I turned back to the table and the mouth watering spread on display. I'd deal with the old man later, right now I was more interested in filling my belly.

As I ate, I scanned the room, noting that the Slytherin First Years already seemed to be creating their power bases. Malfoy was sitting with Crabbe, Goyle, Nott and Zabini, while Daphne seemed to be holding court with Tracey, Pansy Parkinson and Millicent Bulstrode, as well as Cedric Diggory and Susan Bones who were sitting close enough to comfortably talk at the Hufflepuff table. Not really surprising considering that everyone there was part of the Gray faction, with the Parkinson and Bulstrodes having been recent additions following the deaths of their Lords and leaving their seats to their wives.

I frowned. Something was going on here. I'm not sure what it was, but there was more to Daphnes's gathering than just the standard Pure Blood alliance gathering. Every instinct I had was screaming at me that there was more to it than that, not helped in the least by what the Hat had said to me. I'm pretty sure he only picked up the name Gremory from my head, but the way he'd said it...ARGGG, this is so frustrating!

That thought continued to eat at me for weeks after the start of school, adding to the pulsing headache my fellow students were causing for me. Ron was easily one of the worst, constantly trying to pull me away from my homework to mess around and waste time with him. Now, don't get me wrong, I'm all for having fun, but Ron annoys me at the best of times and I really didn't want to fall behind in my schoolwork. Eventually, I got sick of his interruptions, took up his offer of playing chess and kicked his arse within six moves. I left him staring at his shattered King in disbelief as I went back to my Potions essay.

Speaking of Potions, Snape was...well, Snape. He made absolutely no attempt to hide the fact he hated my guts and was always looking for an excuse to take points or stick me in detention. My response was to act like a model student around him and smile whenever he started up, much to Ron's confusion and Snapes ire. Every time I did it, Snape went a very interesting shade of purple and I was expecting to give him an aneurysm by the end of the year.

Anyway, time marched on and before long Halloween rolled around and with it, the inevitable fight with the Troll. Naturally, its started like you'd expect, with Hermione trying to help Ron and then running off to the loo for a full day after he insulted her. Now, heres the thing, I could have stepped in to help, but Hermione was quickly proving to be a right pain in the neck. Between spewing information verbatim from the coursebooks to answer questions, a seemingly compulsive need to be top of the class and a horrible habit of nagging everyone in Gryffindor to study nearly 24/7, she was in dire need of a scare to set her straight.

Still, I wasn't about to let her get hurt, so when Quirrel showed up yelling about the Troll, I swiftly headed up to the Third Floor after giving Percy the slip. My intention was to get Hermione out of the bathroom before the troll arrived. Unfortunately, it seems that I was to late as a truly foul stench reached his nostrils, a mixture of old socks and the kind of public toilet no one seems to clean. I turned the corner, just in time to see the Troll stump past the end of the corridor and into the girls bathroom. It was a horrible sight which, like many other things I'd experienced, was on a completely different level to how it appeared in the film or books. Maybe it was because I could smell the damn thing as well?

Anyway, I ran down the hall and reached the bathroom, just in time to hear a terrified scream. I kicked the door down and ran inside, pulling out my wand as I went. Inside I found Hermione cowering against the wall opposite, looking scared out of her wits as the troll advanced on her, knocking the sinks off the walls as it went.

"Tch, I think I should have brought some help…" I muttered, "Well, I'm here now, so…."

I took a deep breath and pointed my wand at the Trolls head.

"HEY UGLY!" I yelled, "CONFRINGO!"

The blasting curse slammed into the back of the Troll's noggin with the force of a Bludger...and did precisely no damage whatsoever. It did however get the Troll's attention and thats exactly what I was going for. The Troll grunted and turned to me, hefting its massive club above its head. I gulped and took a step back as the massive beast loomed above me. Hmm, maybe I should have thought this through…

I dove out of the way as the Troll swung at me, demolishing another toilet.

"HERMIONE, GET OUT OF HERE!" I yelled at the girl as I ducked under another swing.

Unfortunately, it looked like Hermione was frozen in terror in her little corner. I'm not even sure that she heard me.

"Tch…"

I pointed my wand at the floor under the Troll's feet and cast a Glasius. Instantly, the water that covered the floor from the broken toilets and sinks froze, dropping the Troll on his behind with a loud crash. I ran around it and grabbed Hermione by the back of the robes, hauling her to her feet and frog marching her towards the door, snapping her out of her daze in the process.

"Wha…"

"Come on now, time to go, quickly now before…"

I was cut off by a loud crash as the Troll finally regained its feet, let out a roar and swung its club at us. There was no time to dodge, so I shoved Hermione away, out of the path of the club. I'd died once already after all and, annoying or no, Hermione was still just a kid with her whole life ahead of her. I turned to face the Troll and, rather pointlessly, crossed my arms in front of my face as if to block the strike

"BRANDON!" screamed Hermione as the club slammed down onto me.

GONG!

There was a sound like a bell and a rush of energy shot through me, focused around my arms. The next instant, there was a loud crunching sound and the Troll let out a roar of agony as its club shattered into pieces, followed by its arm and ribcage and it was sent flying back through the wall and into the night.

"Wha…" I gasped as I stared at the brand new hole in the wall, wide eyed as the dust from the blast floated down around me.

Before I could even think about asking more however, the sound of running footsteps reached my ears and Snape, Mcgonagall and Quirrell burst into the room.

Third Person POV

"Hmm, so, what do you think?" asked Daphne Greengrass as the crystal ball sat on the table in front of her faded.

The ball had, up until a moment ago, been showing the bathroom where Brandon Potter had been fighting the Troll.

"Well, hes certainly an interesting boy," said Tracey, "And nothing like his Father or how many people believe him to be."

"Indeed," said Daphne, "And then theres that ability he just used...a Sacred Gear do you think?"

"Oh, I think that much is obvious," said Tracey, "So, are you going to recruit him?"

Daphne hummed in thought as she idly plucked a Knight from the chessboard in front of her and rolled it between her fingers.

"Not yet," she said eventually, "I want to be sure before I extend the offer. Have everyone else keep an eye on him."

"Of course," said Tracey and left to do just that.

And thats where I'll end it. Kinda weak, but hey, thats half the fun. I know this has been a little lacking in details, but the meat of the story won't be starting until the Fourth Year. As such, years one through three will be skipped over with only the important bits being highlighted.

So, I don't think I'm providing spoilers when I say that Daphne's a Devil, am I? Nah, that much is obvious. And yes, she will be recruiting Bran.

Hmm, I wonder what Bran's Sacred Gear could be? Heres a hint, Harry possesses one very similar, which is what allowed him to deflect Voldie's Killing Curse with twice the power.

Now then, Hermione's fate is in your hands. On one hand, this little rescue could have been the shakeup she needed to get out of her negative attributes or, alternatively, she could rapidly become much worse. I admit, I am a little weary of writing her like that seeing as I really like Hermione and don't tend to like it when she's bashed. On the other hand, it could be fun to give it a try. She won't be becoming a Devil though, mainly because Daphne's the only High Class and I already have her entire Peerage planned out.

Pearings...haven't a clue. I currently don't have any planned, so feel free to hit me with em. Well actually, that isn't entirely true, I do have one planned. However, that is a spoiler, so I'll keep it to myself. Its also not set in stone, so I could be convinced to change it.

And with that, this one is done. Next time, wrapping up first year and moving onto second. Not sure if I'll make it into third in that one though. Either way, the fight with the massive snake should be fun to do! Don't forget to leave a review!