Disclaimer: I am not and never will be JKR I don't own and Harry Potter and I don't see that changing in the near future.

A/N:The idea for this story came about as a result of reading the stories 'Unsung Hero' and 'Revenge of the Squib Son'. I enjoyed both stories, but I had a problem with the idea that Lily and James Potter could treat Harry so badly. To be clear this is not a "Wrong Boy-Who-Lived" story, Harry is not the boy-who-lived his brother is.

Harry Potter and the Twin Who Lived

Lily Potter had just put her sons to bed and was walking down the stairs to the family room when she heard her husband shouting. "Lily it's him, take the boys and run!" She immediately turned around and ran back up the stairs and into her sons' room.

"Safety" she spoke the activation phrase of the emergency portkeys that would take her sons to safety, but nothing happened. 'Damn, he must have put up anti-portkey wards' she thought to herself as she turned to face the door. If she couldn't get them out she would at least stand between that bastard and her sons, she would die to protect her children.

At that moment Lord Voldemort came up the stairs, he looked at Lily with a sneer on his face. Before she could say anything he sent a curse at her and she crumpled to the floor. This action immediately woke the two babies in the room and one of them started crying at the top of his tiny lungs. Voldemort looked around the room. Two cribs sat at opposite ends of the room, in one was a small boy with black hair and green eyes staring right at the dark wizard who had just struck down his mother, in the other another boy with dark red hair was bawling as loud as he could.

The Dark Lord turned his wand on the screaming babe, both boys would die, he might as well silence this one first "Avada Kedavra" he cried and a jet of green light left his wand, just as the light was about to strike the boy a bright golden light field of shimmering light appeared and it reflected the green ball of energy back at the Dark Lord. When it touched him he let out a piercing scream as his body was slowly destroyed.

Little Harry Potter watched in silence as his brother Daniel was attacked. He didn't make a sound as the Dark Lord writhed in agony. As he watched his brother's continued screams his only reaction was to turn his eyes to look at his mother, seeing her lying on the floor as though dead he let out the first sound he had made all night "mummy".

Lily Potter woke in a cold sweat, it had been months since the attack on her home, months since the death of the dark wizard known as Voldemort and she still had nightmares about the night she had almost lost her husband and her two sons. Lily was frustrated, everyone knew that there were still Death Eaters out there, but there hadn't been a single arrest since a week after Voldemort's death when Barty Crouch Jr. was arrested with Bellatrix Lestrange following a failed attack on Frank and Alice Longbottom. Bellatrix's husband and brother-in-law had also been part of the attack but they had been slain by James and Lily when they had arrived at the Longbottom home for lunch. When it was discovered that the son of the respected head of Magical Law Enforcement had been a Death Eater no one wanted to look any deeper, they were too afraid of what they might find. The last trial had occurred that very day, Peter Petigrew the Potter's former friend and secret-keeper had been sentenced to twenty-five years in Azkaban.

Harry Potter groaned silently to himself as he entered the Leaky Cauldron. It was the same as every time his brother entered a public place, every witch and wizard in the little pub immediately swarmed to greet Daniel Potter, and Daniel loved it. Harry grabbed his mother's hand and the two of them made their way through the crowd toward the back of the pub. This was how things always were when they went out in public Daniel would insist on basking in the limelight and James would stay with him while Harry and Lily went and dealt with whatever they were supposed to be doing. Today they were going to Diagon Alley to get Harry and Daniel's school supplies it was their eleventh birthday and they had received their Hogwarts letters a few days before.

When Harry and Lily entered the Alley they made their way to Ollivander's, Harry was a little disappointed that they didn't need to visit Gringotts, Harry enjoyed visiting the bank. The goblins were not impressed with the fact that Daniel Potter had somehow destroyed a Dark Lord at a year old and they treated him with the same level of courtesy that he treated them, which wasn't much, and Harry liked goblins immensely for this. As they entered the dusty little wand shop Ollivander came out from behind a shelf and a smile lit up his face when he saw his new customers.

"Ah Mrs. Potter, and young Harry. I thought you might be coming by soon, I assume Daniel will be in later?" Ollivander spoke the last bit as though it were an unimportant side-note, clarifying the eventual arrival of another customer rather than looking forward to meeting the boy-who-lived.

"Yes James will be bringing him by later." Lily informed the old wand-maker politely.

"Well Harry why don't you step up here and let's find you your wand." Harry complied and the wand-maker took out his measuring tape and started his usual routine. The measurements were not actually necessary, but after a muggleborn had made a comment about how he had been expecting to be measured like he was trying on shoes some sixty years ago he had decided to make more of a production out of finding the right wand for young witches and wizards.

It did not take long for Ollivander to find the perfect wand for Harry "Try this one, ash and dragon heart-string, ten ad a half inches, flexible and precise, good for delicate work." Harry took hold of the offered wand and immediately felt the difference from the other wands he had tried out. He waved the wand and a shower of royal blue sparks came from the tip. "Ah excellent, don't see many ash wands nowadays, very powerful. I think you are capable of great things Mr. Potter, good luck."

The rest of the trip was uneventful, though Daniel later bragged about how his wand had the same core as Voldemort's. Harry really couldn't see how that was something to be proud of, but that didn't stop Daniel from rubbing his face in the fact that he had a famous brother. Harry really didn't like his brother, it wasn't, as some accused, that he was jealous of his brother's fame, he really saw no reason to want that kind of fame. No, Harry had never gotten along with his brother, when they were babies they had always had to be kept as far apart from each other as possible or they would start fighting. While their parents tried not to give Daniel special treatment it did little good, when his parents refused him something he could always find some adoring fan who would do what he wanted.

Harry was sitting in a quiet compartment on the Hogwarts Express looking through his copy of The Standard Book of Spells Grade One. He had found the compartment as soon as he boarded the train while his brother was busy being adored by the gullible public. He had been reading for about thirty minutes when the compartment door opened, a girl with bushy brown hair looked in.

"Do you mind if I sit here?" She asked. Harry nodded and she took a seat on the bench across from him. "I just met the most annoying boy." She declared.

"I'm kind of hurt, we only just met." Harry said nonchalantly.

"Sorry, not you. I'm talking about Daniel Potter." She quickly clarified

Harry immediately stood up and gave the girl a big hug "I think I'm in love. Will you marry me?"

The girl could tell that he wasn't completely serious with his question, but she could tell that there was no malice in the joke so she decided to play along "Sure, but don't you think you should know my name before you go making life changing decisions like that?"

Harry sat back down with a thoughtful look on his face before he shrugged "You're right, I guess it would be a good idea to know your name." he responded with a smile.

"I'm Hermione Granger." she told him.

"It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance Hermione, I'm Harry Potter."

"Oh, so Daniel is your..."

"Evil twin. I'm going to make a guess, you're muggleborn right?"

"Yeah, how did you know?" Hermione was a little uneasy with the question, but she decided to give Harry the benefit of the doubt.

Harry could sense Hermione's unease with the way she had responded "Oh, well you agreed to marry me without actually knowing who I was, if I were an unscrupulous type I could actually hold you to that agreement." Harry informed her.

This revelation shocked Hermione "Wait you mean you could force me to marry you? That's barbaric. How can any modern society allow that."

"Technically I could. I swear I would never do anything like that though, my mother would kill me. The most important lesson you should learn though is that the magical world is not a modern society. That is one of the problems with maintaining an hereditary legislature when the average life-expectancy is over one hundred years old." Harry explained to her. Harry had a unique perspective on the politics of the wizarding world. As the older twin he was the heir to the title of Lord Potter and the family seats on the Wizengamot. His mother on the other hand was an intelligent muggleborn witch who had a good understanding of both muggle and magical politics. Harry spent quite a bit of time explaining all of it to Hermione who was fascinated by all the things she was learning.

"So the Wizengamot is both the Legislature and the Judiciary," Hermione clarified, Harry nodded "and membership is hereditary."

"Up until 1870 it was, there were originally 100 seats on the Wizengamot, but in 1870 political unrest forced them to add 50 elected seats. Those seats are mostly unimportant though because they would need to all agree to something and then get twenty-six of the hereditary members to agree in order to pass anything with a simple majority, and any major change to structure or procedure needs two-thirds."

As Harry was explaining the intricacies of magical politics the compartment door opened again and a girl with long strawberry blonde hair poked her head inside. "Oh hi Harry."

"Hey Susan, you want to join us?" Harry gestured for her to take a seat "Oh I suppose I should introduce you, Susan Bones my fiancee Hermione Granger."

"Nice to meet you Hermione. How did that happen?" Susan asked Harry.

"She called Daniel annoying." Harry shrugged, as if that should explain everything.

"And she said yes? Your dad is going to lose it when you tell him about this one." Susan said barely containing her laughter.

Hermione shot a questioning look at Harry. "When my dad first met my mum on the Hogwarts Express he asked her to marry him. She however said no at the time and it took six years before he could convince her to go out with him. Though to be fair part of why she said no was that before he asked her he hexed her friend and his exact words were 'hey you're cute, will you marry me.'"

"So you asked me to marry you because I don't like your brother and to out do your father?" Hermione asked him looking a little hurt.

"Hermione you have to understand how Harry and Daniel feel about each other, and how everyone seems to react to Daniel. The two of them have never liked each other, and most people are so enamored with Daniel's fame that they completely ignore the fact that he is an annoying git." Susan tried to explain.

"Also I didn't exactly expect you to say yes. So I didn't go into trying to one up my dad." Harry continued.

"So why did you introduce me as your fiancee?" Hermione asked.

"Susan would get a kick out of it, and you haven't decided to withdraw your agreement. The fact that you are sensible enough to not fall for my brother says nothing but good things about you so I'm not going to ruin things by turning you down after you agreed." Harry answered.

The three of them talked about school houses and classes for a while. They were then joined by Daphne Greengrass and Blaise Zabini. When introductions were made Blaise looked Harry right in the eye and said "Your brother is quite full of himself, isn't he?"

"Yes he is." Harry said with a slight chuckle.

"I can only imagine how much worse he would be if he could claim to be the future Lord Potter." Daphne said.

This caused Hermione to once again send a questioning glance at Harry. "I am slightly older than my brother, so I am the heir apparent to the title of Lord Potter. House Potter holds a number of seats on the Wizengamot and Lord Potter is the individual who represents the House in the Wizengamot. You are currently engaged to a future Lord. For the most part the title of Lord is meaningless, the only time my dad uses the title is when he wants to annoy people."

"So when your dad dies you will hold seats on the Wizengamot?" Hermione asked with some interest.

"Probably a lot sooner than that. Dad hates playing politics, he wants to hand over the title when I turn fifteen, but mum said I had to graduate before I go into politics." Harry told her.

The rest of the ride was spent discussing one topic after another and soon enough they arrived at Hogsmead Station. They disembarked the train and joined the other first years around the massive man shouting "firs' years over 'ere". They were led to the shore of the lake where they loaded into boats to ride across the lake. Harry shared a boat with Hermione, Susan, and Blaise. When they arrived at the far side of the lake they got off the boat and were led inside the castle where they were met by a stern looking woman.

"The firs' years Professor McGonagall." The large man told the professor.

"Thank you Hagrid, I will take them from here."

Professor McGonagall led the first years into a small room before she turned to face them "Welcome to Hogwarts," said Professor McGonagall. "The start-of-term banquet will begin shortly, but before you take your seats in the Great Hall, you will be sorted into your houses. The Sorting is a very important ceremony because, while you are here, your house will be something like your family within Hogwarts. You will have classes with the rest of your house, sleep in your house dormitory, and spend free time in your house common room.

"The four houses are called Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, and Slytherin. Each house has its own noble history and each has produced outstanding witches and wizards. While you are at Hogwarts, your triumphs will earn your house points, while any rulebreaking will lose house points. At the end of the year, the house with the most points is awarded the house cup, a great honor. I hope each of you will be a credit to whichever house becomes yours.

"The Sorting Ceremony will take place in a few minutes in front of the rest of the school. I suggest you all smarten yourselves up as much as you can while you are waiting."

"What exactly is the Sorting Ceremony?" Hermione asked Harry after McGonagall had left.

"I don't know." Harry shrugged "It's tradition not to tell first years about how they are sorted, some sort of traditional psychological torture they came up with years ago and never quit. I doubt it is anything to worry about."

McGonagall came back into the room and led them out into the Great Hall. Harry looked up to the enchanted ceiling, Hermione seeing Harry gaze at the ceiling "It's bewitched to look like the sky outside. I read about it in Hogwarts, a History" They were led to the front of the Hall and an old tattered hat was placed on top of a stool. A rip opened along the brim of the hat and it started to sing.

"Oh, you may not think I'm pretty,

But don't judge on what you see,

I'll eat myself if you can find

A smarter hat than me.

You can keep your bowlers black,

Your top hats sleek and tall,

For I'm the Hogwarts Sorting Hat

And I can cap them all.

There's nothing hidden in your head

The Sorting Hat can't see,

So try me on and I will tell you

Where you ought to be.

You might belong in Gryffindor,

Where dwell the brave at heart,

Their daring, nerve, and chivalry Set Gryffindors apart;

You might belong in Hufflepuff,

Where they are just and loyal,

Those patient Hufflepuffis are true And unafraid of toil;

Or yet in wise old Ravenclaw,

if you've a ready mind,

Where those of wit and learning,

Will always find their kind;

Or perhaps in Slytherin

You'll make your real friends,

Those cunning folk use any means

To achieve their ends.

So put me on! Don't be afraid!

And don't get in a flap!

You're in safe hands (though I have none)

For I'm a Thinking Cap!"

McGonagall then pulled out a scroll and began calling out names. One by one the first years were called up sat down on the stool and had the hat placed on their head before the hat called out their new house. Susan was sorted into Hufflepuff, Hermione was sorted into Gryfindor, and Daphne was sorted into Slytherin. Eventually McGonagall got to "Potter, Daniel" and silence settled over the Hall. Daniel walked up to the stool and the moment the hat was placed on his head, a moment later the hat shouted "GRYFINDOR!" the Gryfindor table erupted into the loudest cheers of the evening. Harry could even see two redheaded boys jumping up shouting "We got Potter!"

When the Hall finally quieted down Harry was called forward to be sorted. When the hat was placed on his head he heard a voice inside his head "Hmm let me see, a good mind, but knowledge is not what you seek. You are loyal to your friends, but your friendship is hard earned. You have ambition and cunning, oh yes quite a bit of that, but they are but a means by which you would attain your goal. Ah yes, courage to face the unknown, to challenge those who would tell you how to live your life. GRYFINDOR!" The hat finally shouted the last part.

A/N: Hope you have enjoyed the first chapter of this story. This was a rabid little plot bunny that wouldn't leave me alone while I was working on Master of Time, so I decided to get it out of my system by writing it down. McGonagal's speech and the Hat's song are taken directly from the book. Next chapter will include the first real glimpse of the relationship between Harry and Daniel. I hope no one has a problem with Harry's first reaction to Hermione it originally started out as a joke that wouldn't come up ever again, but then I decided to run with what would happen if Hermione said yes.