While trying to re-write my previous stories the idea of making a Dark Harry wouldn't let me concentrate so i just had to write this. This is just the pilot chapter to see if i should continue with this or simply concentrate on the other fics i'm trying to work in.

Warnings: Dark Harry, OC Brother, Lily not his mother, No Prophecy, No War, so will be extremely Au

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or any other Characters, only my oc Gabriel

Hadrian stood beside his father, a hollow ache on his chest but he ignored it, holding his younger brother's hand in comfort. His haunting green eyes followed the ebony box as it descended into the deep hole carved in the earth. Every drop of dirt felt like a stab in his heart, but he ignored it, letting go of his father's hand to hug his crying brother. Hadrian felt the sting in his eyes but he refused to cry, he had promised himself not to, promised to be strong for his brother so he could have a pillar of strength to lean on.

Small hands clutched him in a death grip, knuckles white, whole body shaking in pain and sorrow, his brother had never looked so pitiful and he could do nothing. Hadrian couldn't bring their mother back from death. A single tear escaped his tight control but he let it run down his cheek, feeling too numb to do anything but cling to his brother.

One by one the mourners left until only Hadrian, his brother Gabriel, and their father remained. As if mirroring his sorrow the sky turned black, soft rain descending upon them but rapidly gaining strength and turning into a small rain storm. Still they stayed before the tombstone, ignoring the cold and heavy rain. That is until their father walked up to the tombstone, dropping a single red rose and started walking to the exit. Hadrian was next, dropping a white rose while his brother laid a white lily. Both read the inscription written on the white marble and with a silent farewell walked away.

Five Years Later

Bright sunlight streamed through the window, landing upon the young body of the sleeping Potter Heir. The morning light showed hidden blue highlights on his darker than black hair, illuminating his pale skin, and giving him an ethereal glow. A frown marred the face, fighting against the call to wake up but at the end letting the world to gaze upon the beautiful, emerald, green eyes of the boy. His hair was shoulder length, his facial structure belying his noble birth and ancestry, his skin was pale without being sickly, no imperfections visible. Taller than a boy his age, his body is lithe and nimble with hidden muscles. All in all, he was perfection.

Not.

Cold, indifferent, arrogant, prideful, and occasionally malicious, Hadrian was far from being perfect. Those that knew him beyond his public mask knew this. His step-mother and step-brother were specially victims of his cruel treatment. James tried his best to put a stop to his son's actions in vain. Everything he tried only put a bigger wedge between father and son, making Hadrian all the more hateful towards his father's new wife and son. James' only consolation was that Hadrian was never disrespectful in public or social events.

In public he was the perfect pureblood heir, respectful, friendly, intelligent, and handsome. Charming everyone, light or dark, it didn't matter, all were charmed by him. But it is all just a mask to hide away his dark personality from the public. Just a mask.

Hadrian's POV

Hadrian stared at the ceiling in silent contemplation, thoughts warring inside his head. In two weeks' time he would finally be attending Hogwarts, his parents' alma mater. He didn't know what to feel about this, because although he would be able to finally get away from his father's bitch and their bastard, Hadrian would also be leaving his precious brother behind. Just thinking about Gabriel made him smile, the only person he truly loves and cares about.

Sighing at his thoughts he prepared for breakfast with the whole 'family'.

Dressed casually in black trousers, a white collar shirt, and his favorite pair of dragon skin boots that reached his knees, he flung the dining room's doors open and made his way inside. Immediately upon entering his brother stood from the table and ran to him for their usual hug.

"Gabriel, did you sleep well?" Voice cold and emotionless, but he knows his brother can see the love and affection in his eyes.

"I slept well Hadrian, and you?" Hadrian gave him a miniscule smile in answer and greeted the rest of the attendants.

"Father, Lilian, Charles, good morning. Or at least a good one until I saw you," he said in his most arrogant voice.

Cue his father's reproachful, "Hadrian", the whore's sad frown, and the little bastard's angry scowl. Ignoring them, like usual, he sat down next to Gabriel and the rest of breakfast went like it usually did. Hadrian ignoring everyone but his brother with the occasional insult thrown at Lilian and Charles, Gabriel trying to gather their father's attention to no avail, and the Bastard hording all of James' focus while the mud-blood simply watched from the sidelines. The everyday breakfast ritual of the Potter family.

Hadrian could just puke at the thought of it.

Like always, Hadrian was the first to finish and he would go back to his room like usual if his father didn't ask him to wait. Apparently they would all be going for his Hogwarts' supplies right after everyone finished breakfast.

"No, thank you. Uncle Sirius will be taking Gabriel and me after lunch so you don't have to worry about it, Father. Gabriel, are you done, we still have to finish practicing your Latin?"

"I'm done, Harry. Dad, Lily, Charles." Both walked out and went to Gabriel's room.

James POV

James watched his sons walk away, a deep ache in his chest, and it was his entire fault. He looks at Lily, the woman he truly loves and the product of their love, Charles. And for a terrible moment he thinks of the future he could've had if he hadn't married the pureblood witch his parents pressured him to marry and the life he could've created with Lily. If he had then Charles never have been considered a bastard, but then he would've never had Hadrian and Gabriel and even though they were distant with him, James still loves them.

But it is so bloody hard, so, so hard not to think of that possible future when Hadrian is always so icy when dealing with him and borderline cruel towards his new mother and brother. James tried everything to gain back the loving and close relationship he used to have with Hadrian and Gabriel. At least with Gabriel he still had the opportunity to build a father-son relationship, his son was always so polite and didn't hold grudges, the total opposite of Hadrian.

He didn't know what went wrong with him. They had been so closed, their mother's death had brought them even closer but it all changed when James married Lily and brought her and their son to live at Potter Manor. At first James thought that it was jealousy that made him act so rebelliously and so James never treated any of his three sons any differently. It didn't work, Hadrian's attitude turning even worse.

"Dear, don't worry, we still have to shop for Charles' new robes so we might bump into them while we shop." Lily's voice brought him out of his thoughts. He gave her a strained smile, trying to think as enthusiastically as her.

"Dad, dad, after we buy my new robes can you buy me….." James ignored his thoughts and gave his whole attention to Charles.

Gabriel's POV

Gabriel knew fully well of the strained relationship between his older brother and their dad, but he could do nothing about it; he could only plead to Hadrian to at least be civil to him. He could care less about the mud-whore or his bastard brother, but he still acted as if he liked them only because Hadrian asked him to. Otherwise Gabriel would have made his opinion of them quite clear.

But he could never hate his father; he was his dad and his only remaining parent. As much as Gabriel tried to, he couldn't stop but be jealous of the close relationship Charles shared with his father and the clear love Lily had for him. Gabriel would never again be able to feel a mother's love and warmth.

He felt a rush of anger, hate for Charles growing inside him. He had what Gabriel will never have.

"Shhh, Gabriel. I'm here," the soothing voice of his brother made him notice that he had started to cry. He buried his face on his brother's neck, breathing in the smell that was purely Hadrian, and immediately calming down. Charles will never have Hadrian, he was all his.

And maybe that was all that mattered.

Lily's POV

Lily had long ago given up in trying building a close relationship with Hadrian. All she hoped for now was to at least have a civil conversation without an insult thrown at her or her son to no avail. The boy was always so cold and angry and Lily no longer knew what she could do but be there for her husband as he tried to reach out to Hadrian.

Gabriel on the other hand was always polite and kind with her and Charles although she realized she would never have a mother-son relationship with him to James' disappointment. When they had finally married, James had hoped for his sons to look at Lily like a mother and to accept Charles as their full-blooded brother but his wish never turned true.

Sometime Lily did feel somewhat responsible at the distance between father and son, knowing that before she and her son joined the Potter family they had all been quite close. But her son was now recognized as a Potter, was still considered a bastard but he now had the protection of being a Potter by blood and that was all she could ask for. That James loved all his children equally, with no special treatment to any of them was all the more satisfying.

Neither Hadrian nor Gabriel is any more special or important than Charles, a half-blood and bastard.

'Take that Cassandra,' she thought as she laughed as her baby told his father the latest prank he had made on the elves.

Charles POV

Looking himself in the mirror Charles frowned as he failed, once again, to look as dignified and noble as Hadrian did. The arrogant ass was always going on about how he would never compare to him and will always be inferior to purebloods so Charles always tries to get one over Hadrian. Only to fail epically.

The collar shirt made him look fatter than he actually was, the trousers fit well enough, but the knee-high boots looked ridiculous on him. Angry tears of shame and disappointment ran down his face and that only made him look uglier, his red face clashing horribly with his red hair. Who was he kidding; Charles was fat and ugly while Hadrian and Gabriel were handsome and lean.

'But I have dad and mom, not them', he thought maliciously. Since coming to finally live with his dad and his other sons he tried his best to always take all the attention from Hadrian and Gabriel and to a successful degree. All that was left was to show his dad that he could be the perfect heir and that he needed neither Hadrian nor Gabriel, only him.

That's why iwhen he attends Hogwarts next year he will make the perfect friends for an heir and get the highest grades. Then Hadrian will be nothing next to Charles and will be stripped of being the heir, Charles replacing him.

So he wiped his tears, ignored the pudgy image of him and put on his red robe, ready to show the world he was better than arrogant, bloody Hadrian.

So, should i continue or not? PLEASE REVIEW XD