Quill_Of_Azkaban
"SLYTHERIN!"
Nine seconds.
That was all it took for the Sorting Hat to turn the Great Hall dead silent. No cheers from the Gryffindor table. No joyful twin reunion; just suffocating, pin‑drop quiet... until the snake pit erupted in triumph.
To the Wizarding World, the Potter twins are a living contradiction. Harry bears the famous lightning‑bolt scar, undeniable proof of survival and miracle. Julian carries no mark at all; only sharp, cold golden‑hazel eyes and a shadow all his own. Rumors never let up:
Is Harry the true hero while Julian's nothing more than a spare? Or was Julian so terrifyingly powerful the Killing Curse couldn't even leave a trace?
Julian knew nothing of the Dark Lord or old house rivalries. He only knew Slytherin was where he'd landed; and that he'd come here desperate to escape the Dursleys, swearing never to be powerless again. Now he's hit by a sudden, crushing wave of isolation: trapped inside a green‑and‑silver world he never asked for, doesn't understand, and can't leave. Every whisper feels like a trap, every gaze follows his smallest move like he's something rare, dangerous, or already condemned.
While the rest of Hogwarts draws hard lines between "good" and "evil", Harry refuses to see his brother as a monster or a mistake. Julian is caught between Slytherin's sharp, predatory hierarchy and a wider world that demands he pick a side: savior or villain, nothing in between.
To stay safe, he learns fast: hide every crack in his armor, never let them see you shake, and play the game perfectly. Lose control just once here... and you don't just lose standing. You lose everything.