The forgotten shadow

The day my life changed

Chapter 1
Harry James potter sat in his room, waiting until he was sure everyone was asleep.
The Potter manor
He was waiting for a simple reason; he didn't have dinner. His parents had forgotten about him....again.

Of course, it did not matter to him since his parents had done it before and would keep doing it again. The only problem was that if he got caught sneaking around at night he would get in trouble. His 'father'...and yes he is using the term loosely, would force him back to his room and lock him in until morning...if he didn't forget..

His life hadn't been like this for the first fifteen months or so...it was only after Halloween that his life started going downhill.

That was the night, his small baby brother was chosen as the great Boy Who Lived.

He knew the truth thought...

The child may not look like it, but he was amazingly smart and perceptive. He could remember every little thing in his short life since the moment he first saw his mother.

He loved books. True. However, he never confined his knowledge to what is and isn't possible. He learned at a very young age that he could manipulate his magic to enhance his body. It wasn't that his magic was different per say, it was just different way than others.

Even without this magic, he was a brilliant child.

He learned to sneak around without getting caught in order to advance his education.

It was for this reason that he was able to discovered his small baby brother wasn't the Boy Who Lived. He was and he remembered that night like it was yesterday.

~flashback~
The tall dark figure of a man with blood red eyes walked into his and his brother's room. The man pointed his wand at his brother, drawing closer and closer.

Harry Potter just a year old had a bad feeling as the stranger said something odd and green light came from his wand, racing toward his small baby brother.

The child reacted on instinct and reached out to the green light, making it change direction and towards the caster with strange blood red eyes.

He watch as the man gasped and screamed before he blew up. The force it gave made the house start to shake and break.

He was so tried that he didn't notice the odd cut his brother had on his cheek, looking like a small X because of the piece of sharp wood hitting him. He didn't even notice the stinging pain on his own forehead as he slipped into unconsciousness while he wondered where his parents might have been on that dreadful night

~flashback~

That was the night his parents changed.

He remembered that as he woke up the next morning, the first thing he saw was a empty room. That even as he started to make noise to get his parents attention, anyone's attention. Nobody came to him. His parents forgot about him. Forgot he existed, in favor for his baby brother.

His parents hadn't stopped loving him. They just.....forgot about him