a wrong boy who lived (adopted)

THE LOST

     3rd person pov

      On the night of July 13th, 1980 two beautiful boys were born in the state of Rhode island, but on opposite sides of the state. One born with beautiful blonde-silver hair and silver-grey eyes. White porcelain skin and a beautiful smile. The other born with dark brown- raven hair and green emerald- Avada kerdava eyes. Sun kissed-tan skin and small almost unnoticeable freckles. His eyes were so bright that they looked as if they were looking straight into your heart when he looked at you. But there was another child. Charles potter. Harrison potters brother. He had flame red hair and dark brown eyes. He loved attention and always wanted the attention on him alone. He was loud and the total opposite of his brother who was quiet and kept to himself. Harry loved to just explore everything from the people or room he was with or in, to the garden outside.

                The potters were overjoyed to have a child but two, not so much. They were neglective since the moment he was born. The house elves keeping him alive most of the time. But everything changed for harry one night too. The night Voldemort attacked. "take the kids and go" James yelled to his wife as he grabbed his wand and ran to the door to try and stop the mad man called Voldemort. Lily grabbed the boys and started to run upstairs. She stopped midway just to see the door get blown off the hinges and James be knocked unconscious after he hit the wall. She gasped and then ran upstairs. Finally making it to the boys room she placed the boys in their cribs and looked at them both. Placing a hand in front of both of them.

                    "I love you both with all my heart" the woman said just as Voldemort came in and struck her in the back with a knock out jinx. She fell to the floor and Charles began to cry and wail loudly. Voldemort walked over to the two cribs and look over both. Charles potter was crying but Harrison potter was just looking at him. He crawled over to the edge of the crib to get a better look at the snake looking man. his eyes were full of curiosity and wonder. Voldemort was very wary of this child. Not only did this child not look scared, but he even looked happy. A small smile playing on his face. *this is the one. I'm sorry* Voldemort thought to himself and pointed his wand at harry, but he could feel something else. A slight pull towards the boy. Brushing it off  he spoke the words Avada kerdava and the green streak of magic came shooting out of his wand. Just as it was about to hit young Harrison he sneezed and the curse backfired. In his failed attempt to dodge, voldemort knocked over a shelf. The contents pouring over the boys and one making a cut on Charles's cheek causing the boy to scream and cry even louder.

              Dumbledore appeared and helped James. the two men then walked upstairs to see his wife knocked out and the two boys there. James quickly helped his wife while Dumbledore checked on the two boys. Dumbledore gasped and the parents quickly walked over to the crib of Charles. "this child is the one from the prophecy. Charles potter has defeated Voldemort. I now name him the boy-who-lived." Dumbledore said as he picked up the child and handed him to the loving couple. "can you believe it. our son is the boy-who-lived." lily said as they both held the now silent child. Everyone in the room forgetting about the other boy still silent in the crib. The one who had the lightning bolt scar on his forehead.

 
           5 years later

              The couple became consumed by fame and attention. They gave their everything to Charles, neglecting harry in the process. It wasn't bad at first but it slowly got worse, to the point where they even forgot he existed.  But Harry was okay with that. He wanted to try and earn their love and attention. He wanted so badly just a bit of what Charles had, and so he began to try and learn magic. He was great with spells and potions and even found a journal to write down his own in. Deciding to study the magical creatures around him, he spent most of his time outside. Some would bow to him and he would bow back. Another good portion of his time was spent reading or with the house elves. Charles had become cruel and would blame everything on harry. This would mean harry would get the punishment.

             Harry tries to show his parents what he could do but they always told him to stop taking credit for what his brother did. 3 weeks before lily potter's birthday a 6 year old Harry Potter started wood whittling the family crest. He had started to study protection charms to add to his creation, and planned to add as much detail and then shrink it into a necklace, and give it to her as her birthday present. A small smile played on his face as he hoped she would like it. 

       day of lilys birthday

         Harry walked downstairs quietly. He planned to sneak the present to lily and then go back to his room. stopping when he heard voices in the kitchen and stood still to listen.  "harry hasn't done any magic. not even accidental magic. " lily potter said. " well then maybe.... what little magic he does have we can use to give Charles a boost. then well send him to your sisters house. we cant have him getting jealous that his brother has magic and he doesn't. not to mention the jealousy of him not being the saviour." the voice of Dumbledore said. "you don't mean..." James said and  stopped. "yes the magic transferring spell." Dumbledore said. "but that spells forbidden. its directly under the 3 forbidden spells." James potter said. "no one has to know. the boys are too young to understand. and even if they did know they would never say a word. " Dumbledore said.

           Young harry didn't wait to finish hearing their answer. He already knew they would agree. They had secretly visited petunias family a couple of times, and harry would rather die than spend a day with them. Let alone who knows how long. And so harry ran back upstairs. Tears welling in his eyes but he refused to let them fall.