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By : Flare
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CHAPTER TWO- HARRY'S LIFE AND NEW SISTER

It had been five years since that faithful Halloween night and young Harry could now be seen sound asleep; in what looked to be a very restful sleep. Alas all good things must come to and Harry's shut eye was suddenly cut short when his mother shouted; quiet loudly and shrilly might I add.

"HARRY JAMES POTTER! GET DOWN HERE RIGHT NOW AND MAKE CHRIS HIS BREAKFAST! HE'S HUNGRY AND I DON'T WANT MY LITTLE BABY GETTING HUNGRY!" This startled Harry and caused him to come tumbling out of his bed; hitting his head on the ground hard as he did so.

Now wide awake the six year old boy went up and got the clothes he had set out for himself the night before. It was a pair of dark blue jeans and a red t-shirt; with a sigh he put both of them on. Wondering, why, the entire time, why was he treated like this, why was his twin brother was treated the way he was, and why couldn't they just be treated the same; it just wasn't fair.

Harry seeing where his thoughts where going quickly shook his head to clear it of such thoughts; already knowing the answer it wasn't fair because life rarely is fair.

Sighing as he thought this Harry absentmindedly running his hands through his wild and wavy shoulder length hair. He then put said hair in a tight braid before he started to slowly make his way down the stairs; dreading actually being down there.

After all there wasn't much he could look forward to when his father, his mother, and his twin brother all completely ignore him. Unless they wanted something from him or needed someone to blame something on; which was usually him.

Harry truly couldn't say what was worse, the aching loneliness of being completely ignored by those that are suppose to love you or the heartbreak of being treated like a slave by his own family; both hurt terrible in totally different ways.

After what felt like only seconds to Harry and much too soon for his liking, he found himself in front of his mother; who was heavily pregnant. A mother who also had an irritated look clear on her face as she took in Harry. Rolling his eyes Harry couldn't help but ask in an overly sweet and innocent tone.

"Oh mother dearest you were waiting for me? Why, oh why, didn't you say something…" this remark was met with a smack to the face before Lily handed her son a spatula and pointed her son to the kitchen; ignoring the silent tears that fell from her elder son's eyes as she did this.

Angry at himself for crying when he knew what was going to happen when he said that. Harry quickly and quietly brushed the tears away before grabbing the stuff he needed to make his dear brother his breakfast; muttering angrily to himself the whole way.

"Sure she doesn't believe in enslaving house elves, but her son now that's a totally different story. Cause it's like I soooooo want to cook for my oh-so-great brother. Really it is such an honor, a privilege, It make my day to do so much better…NOT!" finishing his little rant Harry pushed a chair to the muggle stove his mother had installed in their house and began to make scrambled eggs; an ill look on his face the entire time.

He hated scrambled eggs, and the majority if things that dealt with eggs; he hated their smell, their color, and the way the tasted. But his, oh so perfect, brother loved eggs…no he adored eggs. So they always, always had eggs or something that had lots of eggs in it.

Finishing the eggs and adding the salt and pepper he knew his brother would want, Harry picked up the dishes; as well as the pan full of eggs before turned towards the table. Only to run straight into the source of all his problems, his spoiled pampered little brother, Chris, the so called great boy who lived; who at the moment was sneering for all his worth at Harry. After seeing the sneer Harry couldn't help but be extremely grateful that they (him and his twin brother) were not identical twins; not in the least bit.

Which was true, Chris had their mother's red hair with their father's natural messy locks. He also had their father's brown eye, which most likely would need glasses later on seeing as he was already squinting at things. Chris's body still held all of its baby fat and then some. Not to mention he was around average height with a stocky build that at the moment made him look kind of like a clumsy gorilla. All and all his looks promised to be around average in the beauty department.

Harry on the other hand had his father's hair color, only it seemed darker and wavy; though his hair did look as messy as his father when it shorter. He had his mother's brilliant emerald eyes that shone with untapped power. His body, unlike his brother's, had lost all of its body fat and was already starting to get muscles. He had a swimmer's build compared to his brother's stalker build. Harry was adorable now and had the makings of a beautiful person later on in life.

Not that his parents would tell you anything remotely like this. Because in their eyes their son, Chris was the beautiful one while Harry was just a stain in their perfect life; something that was never talked about and ignored until it was needed.

Harry was broken from his comparison between himself and his brother when his brother decided to talk in a tone that screamed arrogant. A tone that Harry noticed sounded just like their parents voices most of the time and a tone that made Harry desperately wish they weren't related. That or wish that he could just hit Chris; repeatedly.

"So the freaks cooking? Uh, are you making eggs? I want eggs, if you don't make eggs I'm gonna tell mama and she'll make you make eggs so…" Here Harry tired of Chris's whining decided to interrupt his brother whining before he said something that would destroy what was left of his good mood from this morning.

"Yes, brother I am making eggs. In fact I have made your eggs. Mother already told me to…so please for the love of Merlin SHUT UP!" Harry had whispered out the last part so his brother wouldn't here it; but apparently he didn't whisper it quietly enough. For the next thing Harry knew was that his brother was running down the hall screaming at the top of his lungs.

"MOMMY! DADDY! HARRY'S BEING MEAN TO ME! HE EVEN TOLD ME TO SHUT UP! MAMA! DADDY! DO SOMETHING!" All the while having fake crocodile like tears falling down his chubby cheeks.

Harry was dramatically paler after this happened but managed to turn back towards the stove as he tried not to tremble as the footsteps of his parents came closer. As they reached the kitchen Harry's hold on the frying pan got tighter.

Knowing that were going to start yelling soon Harry quickly turned off the stove before whirling around to face his so called loving parents; both of which were holding onto Chris's shoulder, trying to comfort him; while glaring down angrily at Harry.

Harry seeing their glare barley restrained himself from rolling his eyes and mentally counted in his head how long it would take the two to explode.

'It'll be in five….four…three...two…one…zero' and as soon as he hit zero the two started in on Harry, ignoring Chris at the moment; who was no longer fake crying but smirking at Harry as their parent yelled at him.

"HARRY JAMES POTTER! WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING TELLING YOU BROTHER TO SHUT UP! HE DOESN'T HAVE TO SHUT UP YOU LITTLE BRAT! IN FACT FOR THAT YOU CAN FORGET ABOUT GETTING ANY BREAKFAST. NOW GET THE HELL UP IN YOUR ROOM OR MERLIN SO HELP ME!"

"WHY DID YOU TELL HM TO SHUT UP HE WAS JUST TRYING TO BE NICE TO YOU! SOMETHING YOU OBVIOUSLY DON'T DESERVE. IN FACT JUST FOR THAT YOU'RE GOING TO YOUR ROOM FOR THE REST OF THE DAY! WITHOUT BREAKFAST…Oh and Chris would you like some eggs, there right beside the stove if you do."

Ears still ringing from his parents combined yelling Harry watched with angry eyes as Chris smugly grabbed the pan that the eggs where in, which Harry really didn't want in the first place, before walking to the living room; eating the eggs the whole way. After Chris left the kitchen Harry looked at his parents, only to see them still watching Chris's retreating back; with a proud look in their eyes.

Seeing this Harry glared coldly at the couple before spinning around and marching angrily up the stairs. Not noticing that one of the portraits had seen his icy glare, nor the fact that said portrait had disappeared from its frame.

Up in his room Harry slammed the door and just looked around his room, with a blank almost empty look on his face. As far as rooms went, his was pretty bare, there wasn't much color in it and the color that was in the room had long since faded.

His room was small, it used to be a really minor guest room; one that hadn't been used in years. Off in a corner was his bed and mattress, which had pretty much came with the room; along with the dressers he put his clothing in.

In fact the only new thing in the room was the dark green curtains, on his single window, that he had received from his uncle moony last time he had visited. Which had been around a year ago and they too had started to fade; making the fit in perfectly with all the other things in his room.

Sighing Harry threw himself down on his bed, and began to once more wondering why. Why his life was like this? Why did he felt like he just didn't belong? Why his life was turning out the way it was? Why was it that no seemed to relate to him in the smallest bit and why did he seem so different from what his family wanted him to be like?

Harry after about ten minutes of this got up with a small sigh; knowing that he wouldn't get the answers he wanted any time soon. So instead he reached under his bed and grabbed a book. Which he had found a while ago but had kept hidden from his parents since then. Picking the book up Harry laid down and thought back to when he first found the book and why he kept it hidden in the first place.

FLASHBACK

His parents had once more left and taken Chris to the park that he had wanted to go to; totally forgetting the four year old Harry Potter, their other son, in their hast to leave. Now said four year was exploring the Potter manor, trying to forget be forgotten by his parents; it wasn't working that well. Barley holding back the tears that he so desperately wanted to cry Harry thought about what his family was doing at this moment. Harry as he thought this quickly turned the next corner and paused he had no idea where he was; seeing as he has never been in this part of the manor.

The thought of being in an unexplored part of the Potter manor sent both a wave of excitement and fear though Harry and without so much as a glance back Harry almost ran down the hall. Though he was careful enough to remember a few of the decorations that he ran past in the hall so that he could remember his way back and perhaps if what he found was interesting enough find this place again.

Harry wasn't sure how long he had been walking but he knew that it had been for a while, at least an hour now, and that is when he finally found a door. It wasn't like any other door in the Potter manor, for one, the door was pitch black, and for another, the door seemed to be calling to Harry. Begging him to open it, to step inside it and see what was inside there. Harry couldn't seem to, and in all honesty didn't want to, fight off the magic calling for him to open the door. Later in his room when he was alone Harry would admit to himself that while he really hadn't wanted to fight off the magic it was still very stupid of him to not of at least tried to fight off the magic. He would also admit to himself that he was very lucky that the door didn't want harm him for opening it; or hadn't had something behind it that would of caused him some serious damage.

For that is exactly what Harry did, he opened the door like the magic was compelling him to do in the first place. He had wrapped his small pale fingers around the door knob, before pulling it open. What had happen when he opened the door wasn't expected, he had been prepared for an explosion of magic but not the sight that met him.

Instead of an explosion of magic, there was a dimly light room. Which Harry saw was light by a flickering candle; a candle that only gave the rather small room enough light for everything to barley be seen. A small candle that was almost directly in the center on the room. Because of this Harry immediately noticed the large blood red book on a cushioned alter in the center of the room; directly behind the candle lighting the room.

Cautious, but extremely curios, Harry slowly made his way over to the book; looking out for any traps there could be along the way as he did so. When Harry was finally at the book he didn't immediately grab it. Instead he decided to look at the books cover. So that he could try to figure out what the book was about and perhaps see if he could get a hint if the book in front of him was cursed in anyway.

Once Harry looked at the cover a few things immediately stood out to him. For one there were runes circling around and going up the spine of the book. Another thing was the thickness of the book; it was one of the thickest books Harry had ever seen and he had been in the Potter's extremely large library. But it wasn't those things that had made Harry pale, wide eyed and shaken, no that were the book's title that did that. Standing out in pitch black letters on the blood red cover was the words, BLOOD MAGICS.

Taking a deep breath Harry slowly began to reach out for the book. Because Harry knew, no matter what it was about, he needed to read it, he needed to do that since the moment he saw it; and he would read it despite the fact his parents hated everything to do with blood magic.

Harry's fingers brushed lightly against the cover of the book and to Harry's great shock, as well as horror, a rush of pure magic came pouring out of the book. As it did this Harry couldn't help but think. 'Well I guess I finally got that magic explosion I was waiting for earlier.'

Harry, after getting over his shock and horror that he had been feeling earlier, watched the magic in complete amazement. Only for that amazement to turn to panic and pure terror when the magic that was circling the book began to slowly twist around the hand that was still connected to said book.

Harry seeing the magic going higher up his arm and that his hands was now completely covered desperately tried to pull his hand off the book's cover. But quickly found out that he couldn't because the magic on the book was forcing him to keep a hold of said book.

Harry watched in horror, with tears pouring out of his eyes, as the magic continued to wrap around him. Now everything below his shoulders was coved in the pulsing magic and worse yet the magic didn't seem to have come to a stopping point yet.

It had made quick work of both his arms and chest; now it was starting to snake its way around his throat. As it did this Harry let out an ear piercing scream. That is when he remembered that no one was home; so no one would here him if he did scream. Feeling hopeless Harry closed his eyes as the magic completely swallowed him; tears streaming from said eyes.

He was prepared for the worst as the magic completely covered him. Only, to his great surprise, for a voice to start speaking in his mind. This voice was both calming and intelligent as it said.

"Be calm young one. The magic from this book shall not harm you. All it is doing is bonding the book to you. Seeing as you're the only one in a century who has the natural talent and power to use the blood magic this book teaches. Now young one you have this book, it is completely your's and no one else's. In it are some of the secrets of blood magic; but be warned not all that is in this book is for your own good…Also young one please hear and heed me when I say, not all that is light is good and right and not all that is dark is evil and wrong. Magic works only in shades of grey; it is your choices and intent when using magic that makes it right or wrong. Remember this and heed it for that shall be of great help in the future." This said, the voice started to fade out; leaving Harry alone with a blood red book in his hands.

Slowly Harry stroked the cover of the book wondering just what was he going to do with it. He knew, now that he had it in his hands, that touching the book wasn't the smartest thing he had ever done; but know that it was done there wasn't really anything he could do about it.

Swallowing Harry allowed himself to trace the title of the book once more before deciding he was going to keep it. No matter how his father would react if he ever found out Harry had kept a book on blood magic and study it for that matter. No matter what he so called family would try to do to him when they found out about the book and what it had taught him. No matter what happened Harry decided to keep the book and learn from it. That thought in mind, Harry ran into his room and hide the book; just as his family walked back in the house.

END FLASHBACK

Shaking himself from his memory Harry once more brought his attention back to his book. He then opened its ancient pages to where he last was reading from, which was about one-fourth the way through the book, and once more eagerly began to read. For even after reading as much as he had of the book Harry could honestly say that blood magic never creased to amaze him.

A small smile light up Harry's face as he began to lose himself in the book. Harry keep this small smile on his face as he read on about the ancient art of blood magic; totally ignoring the outside world as he did so. He was so engrossed in his book that he didn't hear or notice the house elf that popped in with what looked like a breakfast; right in front of him. That is until the house elf spoke in a high pitched voice. (Making Harry drop his book in shock as it did so.)

"Mister Potter, Miny is thinking yous is hungry and Master Jothan Potter is telling Miny to bring yous some food." Hearing this Harry was shocked and said the only thing he could think of at the moment.

"Jonthan Potter…THE PORTRAIT! The one my father put in the attic and claimed he was no family of his!" This seemed to anger Miny, for it was in a surprisingly cold tone that she answered Harry's question.

"Yes that Portrait. James Potter had nos right to dos that's. House no belong to him he no master of Homey!" Greatly confused Harry asked the house elf another question this time with wonder in his voice.

"But Miny isn't my father the head of the Potter house, and if so wouldn't he own this house?" After hearing this Miny smirked, a both surprising and scary look on a house elf, before telling Harry.

"NO mister Potter, James is no trues Master of the Potters, yes he is head of homey but only till trues head is found. This angered James very much becauses he isn't true heir so he hides last trues heirs portrait, which hes has no rights to be doing! This also means when Master Jothan tells us to dos something, we dos it instead of what Mister James says. When yous is done Mister Potter yous should know Master Jothan wants yous to see hims soon." This said Miny left, leaving a steaming plate of food in front of Harry.

It was only after the house elf left that Harry remembered that there wasn't suppose to be any house elves in the house in the first place. At least that was what his father had told his mother; promised her in fact. Thinking on this Harry couldn't help but smirk as he took a bite of the delicious smelling and steaming food in front of him; it seems his father had lied about quiet a few things.

Harry took great joy in his meal, grateful for once to actually feel full, and as he finished he set the dish aside; which to his great surprise vanished soon after he set it down.

Before he could even begin to wonder where the dish had disappeared to he heard the sound of loud footsteps coming up the stairs; footstep that quickly alerted Harry to the fact that his father was coming. In a near panic Harry rushed over to his book, which was still on the floor from when he dropped it in his shock, and quickly picked it up. Looking around franticly Harry managed to find a hiding spot for his book. He quickly placed it there before throwing himself on his bed; wincing slightly as he hit the harder part of his mattress as he did so.

Hearing the doorknob turn Harry shut his eyes, pretending to be asleep, just as his father walked into his room. Harry kept his yes shut even as his father marched angrily into his room muttering about lazy sons. Hearing what he was muttering Harry couldn't help but feel a since of dread. This feeling continued to grow until Harry couldn't take it any more and snapped open his eyes to see what his father wanted.

Unfortunately it was also this moment his father decided Harry had enough lazing about and needed to get to work. For the second Harry's eyes opened he was roughly jerked out of his bed and thrown on the ground. Wincing slightly at his now throbbing head Harry slowly got off the floor, all the while listening as his father ranted on; barely restraining himself from rolling his eyes as he did so.

"WHY CAN'T YOU BE MORE LIKE YOUR BROTHER? WHY CAN'T YOU DO YOUR WORK AROUND THE HOUSE? NO YOU'RE JUST LAZY! I ACTUALLY HAD TO COME UP HERE AND GET YOU TO DO YOUR CHORES! THEN WHEN I DO COME UP HERE AND GET YOU I FIND YOU SLEEPING! I BET CHRIS, THE BOY WHO LIVED WOULDN'T DO THIS…" Here Harry couldn't stop himself from rolling his eyes and couldn't help but sarcastically adding in a soft tone.

"Your right Chris wouldn't brush of his chores. For the pure and simple reason of him never having any chores to brush off in the first place." To bad Harry hadn't said his statement quiet enough for the next thing he knew he was on the ground tasting blood; with the right side off his face throbbing.

Slowly Harry reached up and touched his cheek; his father had slapped him and had slapped him hard. Harry knew his father had slapped him before and most likely was going to slap him in the future but that didn't stop the bitter tears from falling down his face as he stared up at his father; who was glaring hatefully at him. James seeing his son's tears sneered at the sobbing boy and spate out hatefully at him.

"Stop crying you brat or I can do a lot worse than a slap to the face. Hell you deserve more then a slap to the face. Now get downstairs and get your chores done you ungrateful brat. It's the least you can do seeing as your brother injured himself saving you unworthy life when Voldemort came …WHICH YOU CAUSED WITH YOUR SCREAMING!." Harry after hearing this couldn't stop his eyes from widening, he didn't think his father had thought that lowly of him. Harry was so stuck on this thought, as he stared off into space that he didn't notice as his father turned around and start walking down the stairs. That is until his father, face red in rage, stormed back up the stairs and caught his unaware son off guard by kicking him sharply in the stomach.

Harry let out a loud cry of pain as he hit the wall and most likely would of keep on crying. If his father hadn't reached down and grabbed Harry by his hair; pulling the braid out as he did so. Before dragging him out of his room by his hair.

Soon James had his son at the top of the stairs, the ones that lead down to the down stairs hallway, but instead of letting his son walk downstairs on his own James did something much crueler. James decided to throw his son down the stairs and watched as his son tumbled down the stairs. Hitting his head on nearly every stair, as well as the wall down the stairway, as he made his way downwards. James watched all of this with a nasty smirk on his face.

That is until his son crumbled at the base of the stairs not moving; it was then a flash of concern made its way on his face.

Rushing down the stairs, James was down by his son's side in a second and checked to see if he was alive. When he noticed he was James let out a sigh if relief and said to himself.

"Good, he's alive; I really don't want any bad publicity for killing the little shit; even if that is what he deserves." Unknown to James, Harry was still awake and had heard what his father had said. It was at that moment he knew how much his family, his father at the least, thought of him and though it hurt him deeply Harry knew this information would help him in the long run; or at least in the end.

Harry knowing his father was getting impatient, and not wanting to find out what he would do to him if he didn't, decided it was time to 'wake up'. So he started to groan softly like he was coming to. This groan caught James attention alright and it wasn't long before Harry found himself being roughly pulled up by his arms until he was face to face with James. Harry's feet were dangling in the air as he listened in disbelieve at what his Father was growling out.

"Stupid boy I can't believe you fell down the stairs. How clumsy are you? Are you trying to make your brother look bad? You have to show the whole damn world just what a dumb clumsy freak Chris has for a brother, as a TWIN! Don't you boy! Oh and don't think you will be getting out of your chores just because you threw your self down a couple of stairs!" Harry's eyes hardened as James said this knowing now that the dream of his father caring for him was just that a dream; for as far as he could see his father was so wrapped up in his brothers fame that he would never really care for him. Because in his father's eyes Harry knew he would never really matter as much as the oh so great boy who lived; he would never be as important as Chris. It was then that Harry, still hanging in his father's hold decided he would get fame, he would get power, he would get everything his father would ever wanted, and then turn his back on his so called family; showing them just how it felt to be the one left in the cold.

It was suddenly being thrown to the ground that knocked Harry out of his thoughts. Glaring slightly Harry looked up, only to be quickly slapped in the face as his father snapped out.

"Quite glaring boy and do your chores! I'm taking your brother outside so stay silent and out of the way of the press that may come!" This said James sent one last glare at the fallen boy before spinning around and stalking off.

Grumbling about favoritism and bastard fathers Harry went to go get the cleaning materials needed to do his chores. He was in the middle of scrubbing the hallway floor when a sudden cry alerted him to a problem outside; the screaming came from his mother.

"JAMES COME QUICK THE BABY IS COMING! FOR THE LOVE OF MERLIN! GET THE HELL OVER HERE! JAMES THE BABY IS COMING!" Harry's eyes widened when he heard this and as quick as he could he ran to the fire place; ready to floo out with his family.

Only to stop dead in his track as he saw his family leaving without him, it seems once more he had been forgotten. This thought in mind Harry went back to his chores; ignoring both the tears falling down his face and the sympathetic looks he got from some of the passing portraits.

It was late in the nigh when his family finally came back; to a very clean house. They didn't even act like they had left him behind nor like he had been missed. This hurt Harry deeply even though he thought he should be used to it; at least a little bit seeing a how much his family usually ignored him. But Harry honestly wasn't used to it and it showed by the tears streaming down his face.

Harry who had stayed up in the hopes that he would be to see his new little sister slowly got up and wiped the tears off his face, before gathering all the courage he had and asked his mother; who was holding the baby.

"Mama may I see the baby please?" His mother was in a good mood so she decided to let Harry see his little sister, while saying.

"This is your new sister Alyssa, don't touch her." Harry's emerald eyes fell on his sister and at that moment he promised to always protect his sister no matter what. All it took for him to make that promise was to see his sister's identical green eyes staring back at him with both innocents and more importantly love.
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Hidden twin	By : Flare Category: Harry Potter > General > General Views: 6476 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own or make nay profit off of Harry Potter

Hidden twin