'Harry potter' belongs to Sir. Arthur Conan Doyle and BBC.
'Sherlock" belongs to J.K. Rowling…
Wait; switch that.. Thanks.

Prologue; Revenge and Hate.


Really… It is just unbelievable how much I hate my family... Harry thought.

Most people, when they say "I hate my family" would be lying. It was said out of anger, or to hurt a family member during an argument, or even just to continue on with a conversation. ( I know Mary, i hate my family, too!) There where some that actually meant it, but they where few and far between... Harry was now 18, and only now, just minutes before he was going to be sentenced to death, was finally able to admit it.

He truly hated his family...

He took a moment and turned away from the Wizengamot court case in front of him. He looked over his shoulder to his 'family' that was seated behind him. His father, the Head Auror James Potter. Soon to be the Minister of magic, if rumors where true. His step mother, Josephine Potter. Blonde, Curls, with hazel eyes and a cruel smirk on her lips. The woman who forcefully took the title of Mrs. Potter after Lily passed away, and refused to let it go.

His twin brother, Joseph Patrick Potter. Red haired and brown-eyed like their mother, who was killed by the dark lord himself Halloween night, many years ago… He was the one that Harry hated the most. If anyone had asked, (and no one did) He would say that he had come to hate Joseph first.. Sitting there pompously, an infuriating self-important air about him. The future "Leader of the light." Now styling himself as the defeater of Voldemort…

And Dumbledore. Seated at the front of the Wizengamot, as the supreme Mugwump. Only he wasn't family… But Harry hated him all the same. Because he was the only one outside of his family that knew the truth.

The truth that Joseph WASN'T the boy-who-lived.. He didn't defeat Voldermort. Harry did.

But of course, that truth didn't matter. Joseph had been raised as the boy-who-lived, and was known and praised throughout all of wizarding England. Joseph was prepped and primed from the age of 2 to be the next leader of the light. Dumbledore needed a Successor, and James Potter needed an Heir. Joseph was it.

Harry couldn't be the boy-who-lived.. He couldn't be the man who defeated Voldermort. That would ruin the years and years of work they had put in…

So Harry was going to be sentenced to death… and Joseph was going to rule the light like a King.

It wasn't enough that Joseph had taken everything else from him… His mother, His father, His toys, His pets and everything else while they were growing up.. He was going to take his life as well. Just so no one would know that Joseph was a fake…

Harry looked back to the front as Dumbledore finished his Speech. On the Safety of the people, and the dangers to the public. Everyone knew that Harry was a parselmouth. Everyone BELIEVED that Harry took off into the forbidden forest to join Voldermort against his brother.. His new friendship with Draco Malfoy didn't help at all… It was then the old goat said the words that Harry had waited for. The words he knew where coming all along…

"Harrison James Potter… We, the wizards and witches of England, hereby sentence you to death."

Harry's jaw locked tightly. Yes, Harry thought to himself. I really, truly do hate my family.