I wrote this on a whim after reading countless enjoyable (but sadly many abandoned) fanfictions with the same generic plot. I do, however, warn that updates will be few and far between.

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, or any of the concepts found within.


In the heart of the welsh countryside stood a manor that was entirely too large for the four people that lived there. One young boy sat alone in the expansive library of said manor, reading books that made him seem much older than his 11 years.

Of course, Harry Potter was no normal 11 year old. He was a wizard, raised by his similarly magical parents along with his younger twin brother, Anthony - the Boy-Who-Lived.

Although, if you asked Harry, you would probably find that raised isn't the correct word. More like 'ignored' or 'shunted aside'. Shame no-one ever did ask Harry about his opinion – or anything, really. Ever since that dreaded night nearly ten years ago, Harry hadn't been worthy of his parent's notice. The Dark Lord Voldemort came to their safe house in Godric's Hollow with intention to kill the two young children that resided there. The parents, James and Lily Potter, had been out for the night - leaving their kids in the 'safe' hands of their good friend and secret keeper, Peter Pettigrew.

However, Peter was secretly a Death Eater – one of Voldemort's minions – and hence betrayed them to his master. All that is known is that Voldemort cast the killing curse at one of the boys, but it bounced off, causing an explosion that led to Voldemort's disappearance (and assumed death) and the house's near-destruction. James and Lily returned home to find the red-haired, brown-eyed child Anthony bawling his eyes out with a glaring red scar in the shape of a V on his cheek, and the black-haired, green-eyed Harry sleeping peacefully with a similar scar – only shaped like a lightning bolt – on his forehead.

Of course, like any loyal light-sided magical would do in such a situation, they called in 'the great Albus Dumbledore', their friend, leader and old headmaster. He detected the signs of a killing curse having been cast, and only being able to see Anthony's scar, assumed it was him to be hit with it. Of course, since the great Albus Dumbledore said this, it must be true. The media lapped it up and the boy's name became known across the magical world before he could even spell it. This is how Anthony Potter came to be hailed the Boy-Who-Lived, perhaps the most renowned child to have ever lived.

But this story is not about Anthony Potter, it is about his unknown, yet much smarter and more powerful older twin Harry. Harry had genius-level intellect and more magical power than even Dumbledore or Voldemort had at his age – but Harry was a loner. Ignored at any social gatherings in favour of his brother, and not allowed to go to muggle primary school because of the danger of the leftover Death Eaters, Harry had no friends - only books for his companions.

And the house-elves that were entirely responsible for his survival so far. Let's not forget about them.

It was even his birthday today – something else he was supposed to share with his twin; something else his twin took completely for himself. For whilst Harry sat alone in the library, reading, his brother had a big party in the main dining hall of the manor. Of course, this happened every year, on every birthday Anthony Potter, the boy-who-lived held a massive party often heralded by the daily prophet as 'the event of the year', and everyone who is anyone would be there.

But they weren't. The forgotten brother of the boy-who-lived did not receive an invite. Harry Potter, his own twin (who lived in the same house as him), wasn't allowed to come.

But he did not care.

If you spoke to Harry, you also wouldn't call him a child. From the commanding aura he exuded to his jaded personality, everything about him screamed 'mature'. Like everyone, Harry Potter was a product of his childhood – or in his case, lack thereof.

Anyway, Harry was engrossed in his book about creating rune clusters – so much so that he didn't hear the tapping on the window at first. Suddenly, a loud pop was heard and a small creature appeared. It looked like a bald child with bat-like ears and eyes the size of tennis balls. It was an elf – a house-elf, to be exact.

"Young master Harry, sir. Your Hogwarts letter is here!" exclaimed the elf excitedly.

"What! Where?" replied Harry, jumping up excitedly, yet in a way that belied his mental age.

"Did young master not hear the tapping on the window?" asked the elf, with an obviously fake innocent expression. Harry blushed.

"I was engrossed in my reading, Flare," mumbled Harry. Nevertheless he went to the window in question, where an owl was not-so-patiently waiting, with a letter attached to it's leg. He pulled off the letter, which was addressed in emerald green ink to Mr H. Potter, The Library, Potter Manor, Wales. Harry flipped it over, revealing a seal depicting a badger, a snake, a lion and a raven. He broke the seal and opened the letter, which was written on thick, heavy parchment. It read:


Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore

(Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc., Chf. Warlock, Supreme Mugwump, International Confed. of Wizards)

Dear Mr Potter,

We are pleased to inform you that you have a place at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment.

Term begins on 1 September. We await your owl by no later than 31 July.

Yours sincerely,

Minerva McGonagall

Deputy Headmistress*

"They await my owl by today. How helpful of them to give me such a long deadline," commented Harry to no-one in particular. Internally, he grinned widely. It was not a hope to finally have friends that made him so jubilant, for he did not care for friends. No, it was the chance to show himself to the world, and to prove that he is the better twin. "Flare, take me to my room."

And with a cracking sound, he was gone, leaving behind the open book that he was reading on the table:

Wandless Magic for the Wise Wizard

*Taken directly from Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone

Thank you for reading, and rest assured that any future chapters shall be longer in length.