Alright everyone a few things I want to say.

First thing, I found this fic, and I thought it had a lot of potential. As it turns out, the original author of it is having some issues with the fic, and was willing to put it up for adoption. I’ve decided to take it over.

Secondly, this will not change anything about my writing. I will update when I can. Yes, I know some fics have gone a while with no update. I am working on it, it’s just a case of finding the right word to use among the many hundred thousand in the English language.

Thirdly, I will make some, most are going to be on the large side, changes to the original work, as I dare say most authors who adopt a fic do. Mainly, if you want a brief outline, it’s in Harry parents. I think if I do it my way, it becomes a bit more interesting in the long run. Arthur and Molly, well, I’m not quite sure what to do there yet. I can’t promise you’re going to like them, but I think what I have in mind might make the fic better, more compelling as well.

Finally, I must unfortunately say I don’t own Harry Potter. If I did, well, the series wouldn’t be what it is today. I can promise you that.

Now, onwards, to glory, and me finishing some of fics (I hope).

Harry leaned back, resting against the tree. He looked around, the clearing a few feet away seemed to have someone in it, at last. He climbed down the tree, taking care not to fall. He felt his bare feet touch the damp ground, before he saw a centaur in the clearing.

‘Venus is rising, master Harry,’ the centaur said.

‘Tell me of Mars, master centaur, even to my eyes it seems bright,’ Harry replied. He smiled slightly as the centaur looked at him. ‘It is good to see you Edwain.’

‘And you Harry,’ Edwain replied. ‘Let us speak no more of the stars, but of you today. Is it not the day you were foaled?’

‘It is. As ever, I seem to be forgotten by the world.’

‘Not forgotten, merely out of sight.’

‘Out of sight and mind. I’m just tired of them...’ Harry started. He knew both his parents loved him. After all his father even built the quidditch pitch on the other side of the house for him, under the guise it was for his brother, Elliot. As far as he knew he was the only Potter apart from his father who used the pitch. ‘I wish I could bask in the light of the sun, not the moon.’

‘Even the moon casts its own light Harry. And just as the moon rises it shall fall,’ Edwain said, placing a hand on Harry’s shoulder.

‘Just as the day can not exist without the night, the night can not exist without the day?’ Harry asked, feeling the centaur’s cryptic clues fall into place.

‘Very close Harry, very close, I shall bid you a good night and leave you to think,’ Edwain said, a slight bow of his head before he walked away.

‘A good night to you too,’ Harry called out. He walked towards the manor, feeling the change to the grass through his feet. The soft grass comforted him as he pondered what the centaur really meant. He’d been better able to understand them recently, but their words still had a meaning behind them. Harry thought for a moment, not so much as beyond, just alongside.

When the sun rises Harry, so will you Edwain thought. He never thought his words would be prophetic, but even he and his kind could not read the stars with that level of accuracy. He continued to walk into the forest, glad he could help Harry is his own way. Some of the time he wished that Harry was not born as he was, but as a centaur. He smiled as he heard a child shout something in the distance. You are wise Harry. I wish you well.

Harry continued to ponder what the centaur meant, until something just clicked into place. Harry realised it didn’t matter if his brother was the Boy-Who-Lived, he would be able to write his own path, free of the constraints and publicity his brother would have. He could simply be Harry, the first born son of James and Lily Potter. He shouted out in joy. He didn’t want any part of what Elliot went through, and if he was honest with himself. He liked things the way they were. Yes, he didn’t get to see his parents much with the way Elliot was being taught magic at Hogwarts, but he was the one who enjoyed playing quidditch with Sirius and Remus when they were over, as well as his father.

He walked inside the kitchen, seeing a couple of house elves finishing off some of the deserts for tonight’s ball.

‘Master Harry... is your feet clean?’ the first elf to spot him asked.

Harry paused, caught like a deer in headlights. ‘No...sorry.’

‘Is okay Master Harry,’ the same elf, Boney, said. ‘We’s get them clean.’

‘Thank you,’ Harry replied. He suddenly felt his feet covered in warm water. I’ll never know how they do that...

‘Can Master Harry be quick?’ Boney asked. ‘We’s got lots still.’

‘I’ll be out of here in a moment,’ Harry said, washing his feet. He was about to take his feet out before the elf called out to make sure there was nothing between his toes. He knew Boney was like this, and it was pretty funny. He guessed he’d seen it all with his father, as he was one of the oldest elves on the manor. He found a towel appeared in his lap as he just checked his toes, and found his feet were clean. He quickly dried his feet and placed the towel down, hanging off the side of the small bath. They disappeared with another click of Boney’s fingers.

‘Thank you Boney,’ Harry called out, then left the kitchen. He already had eaten, and still felt quite full. He hoped some of the chocolate cake that was made by Minny was left from the ball. He loved her cakes alot, and the little elf was often complaining that people didn’t appreciate the work she put in. Harry remembered her being shown a cook book just about desserts, which had her eyes lighting up with joy. She always had a talent for cakes and other desserts, the book only helped reinforce her talent in the field. Once he’d entered some of her muffins in a local competition, which she had won very easily according to the judges. She still had the award, and may more besides, in her quarters.

Harry poked his head out of the kitchen, seeing that no-one had reached this part of the house yet, and managed to get to the stairs undetected. He reached his room with little effort. He saw a pair of wrapped presents on his desk. He reached for the first one, he guessed it was a book, and since it came from his mother, he could guess which type of topics it could be on. He ripped the cover open to find a dictionary of ancient runes.

Thanks Mum, I’m really happy I’ve got my own copy now Harry thought. He looked at the next package, a small one. It looked almost like you could fit a small ball inside it. He picked it up, opening it slowly. A flash of gold escaped the box, before it shot towards his bed. Harry was too quick for it, catching it a bare second after he had opened the box. He looked at the training snitch in his hand, before he placed it in his box. He heard a knock on his door.

‘Come in,’ Harry called.

The door opened to reveal both of his parents. ‘How do you like them?’ Lily asked.

‘I love them Mum, Dad,’ Harry said, rushing over to hug his parents.

‘We’re glad you are. There’s a second part to your present, but I’ll tell you about that later, okay?’ James said, bending down to hug his son. ‘Just like your Mum huh?’

‘Yeah, she said I should get my own copy, otherwise she’d never see her own again,’ Harry replied, then hugged him. Lily chuckled softly at her son’s words.

‘Happy birthday Harry, we’ll be going back to Hogwarts soon, maybe we’ll take you this time, okay?’ Lily asked. She saw the eager expression on her sons face, so unlike her other son. Harry was about to reply, when James and Lily heard their names called.

‘We’ll come up later, okay Harry?’ Lily asked.

‘Sure Mum,’ Harry replied, giving her another hug. He watched as his parents walked out of his room, shutting the door quietly, unlike his brother while he was here. He reached for the newest spell book on his shelf and found the bookmark quickly. He looked to the next spell he was trying to master, the Patronus charm. He read the incantation quickly then put the book down and left it open. He thought of a happy memory, and cast the spell, something which looked like a stag emerged from his hand, but it faded quickly. He frowned for a moment, before he continued to read the description of the spell. He found out it was one of the hardest spells to cast. This caused him to smile widely.

I love a challenge Harry thought happily, trying to think of the best memory he could.

Ginny Weasley was a very bored girl. She had tried for the last ten minutes to give her present to the Boy-Who-Lived, Elliot, but had no luck. She looked around, trying to find someone that would tell

her were the toilet was, she really needed to go. She found herself looking at Lily Potter, who was now talking to her mother.

‘Hello Ginny,’ Lily said, turning to face her.

‘Hello Mrs Potter,’ Ginny replied, a little nervously. ‘Can you please tell me where a toilet is?’

‘Certainly, please come this way,’ Lily said with a smile. Lily wouldn’t admit it, but in her own way, Ginny was the daughter she never ended up having. She would often care for Ginny when the boys at the Burrow caused too much trouble, James and Arthur had met through the Order of the Phoenix and become fast friends. She wished she could have Harry visit the Burrow, but Albus had put a hold on that idea, at least for a while yet.

Ginny nodded and followed Lily, till they reached a set of stairs, leading up to one wing of the manor.

‘It’s just up these stairs, to the left,’ Lily said.

‘Thank your Mrs Potter,’ Ginny said, before she walked up the stairs. They started to curve round slightly, leading to a well lit hallway. She walked to the first door on the left she could see and opened it, glad to see a bathroom, with most importantly for her and her bladder, a toilet. She shut the door, sighing in relief. On the other side of the hallway Harry heard the door shut, and he could guess it wasn’t his brother. He tried to summon a patronus again, using a different memory and speaking the incantation a little louder. He remembered the book on spell theory he read, will was more important than anything else. This time the cloud of silver had a feeling of warmth radiating from it, but it still seemed to be rather indistinct. He could make out some shape in it, something like a stag, but he couldn’t be sure of it at this point.

Ginny closed the door to the bathroom, straightening her dress robes. She liked them, despite the fact they were second hand, as were most of her clothes. She heard some say something from the room on the opposite side of the hallway. She walked closer, still hearing the muffled voice. She wondered if she should knock on the door or not. In the end she decided to risk it, as she saw no other children downstairs.

Harry heard the soft knock on his door and stopped trying to cast the spell. He’d been getting a more distinct form each time he cast it, now guessing it was a stag, like his father’s Animagus form. He opened the door to see a girl around his own age standing front of him.

‘Hi, I’m Ginny,’ she started.

‘I’m Harry. How are you? Would you like to come in?’ Harry asked, taking her hand with a slight bow. As they touched each other something inside both of them sang in joy. It didn’t needs words to express itself, but the trills and warbles they heard warmed their souls.

‘Thank you,’ Ginny said, walking into the room, not letting go of Harry’s hand. She looked at the desk, and the shelf above, books the type her brothers would read, as well as some others she had never seen before. The walls were a light blue, while all of the furniture inside was mahogany. ‘I like your room.’

‘Thank you, Harry said, pulling away from Ginny. ‘Would you like to sit down?’

‘Oh, yes,’ Ginny replied, quickly, seeing Harry offered her the only chair in the room. He sat down on the bed opposite.

Elliot Potter liked being the Boy-Who-Lived and he was glad no-else knew about his elder brother. He had got all the presents he wanted, and more besides. Maybe he’d give his brother his old broom, just so he had one of his own.

I’m a way better chaser than he is, even Dad agrees he thought. He shook hands with another friend of his father. He couldn’t wait to go back to Hogwarts, this time he would be getting his own wand, this one custom built by Ollivander. This made him happy, especially since his brother still didn’t even have a practise wand to use.

So what he reads lots of spell books, he’s just a squib Elliot thoughts continued. All of the accidental magic was his, not his brothers. He wondered where that girl went as he now wanted someone his own age to talk to.

He remembered that he wasn’t doing so well in his lessons as he saw Professor McGonagall, but pushed that out of his mind. Albus says I’m the more powerful twin. I bet Harry won’t ever cast a single spell.

Little did anyone know, Ginny was the first person to see Harry cast a spell, let alone produce a corporeal patronus.