For the Readers- All the readers, who liked my First attempts at writing, I thank you very much. This is my third story. The story is initially a little slow for the first two chapters, as we call it, setting the stage. The third chapter will start from Fifth Year. Some new concepts will be set, a little elements from Naruto will be included but not as a crossover. I hope you all enjoy.

AN – It is a neglected!Harry story where Harry would be a little similar to Naruto in my first story. I do love angst but there are so many stories with angst and harem that it has started to be a little to much. Also, do not expect lemons as I have never written one and probably will not be able to write one for some time.

AN- I am open to any ideas and will welcome any responses. The first chapter is a little boring but the story will pick up pace in the later chapters. Thank You

Chapter 1

The Dark Lord was contemplating. There was a choice that had to be made and, he had to choose wisely. His dilemma was simple; a prophecy had been made concerning him over two years ago. That, on its own merit, was not something he had considered completely unexpected. It was just a sign that he has not only made a mark on the world that even magic wanted him gone.

So no, it wasn't the prophecy in itself that had him immersed in his thoughts. It was the content of said prophecy that had done so; the mere notion that he, Lord Voldemort, the greatest wizard of the century, would be defeated by a child. A child that was born as the seventh month died, a child of parents that had thrice defied him and lived to tell the tale. And, to his great discontent- and partially because of his long list of enemies- the candidates were three.

Born first, early on the thirty first of July a year and tree months ago, was Neville Longbottom, the son of Alice and Frank Longbottom, two of the most feared Aurors that had ever attacked the Death Eaters' lines. The parents themselves had only recently defied him for the third and last time. He had sent Bellatrix to take care of them who had been a little overzealous while extracting information from the couple and thus, the two found themselves locked up in the psychiatric ward of St. Mungo's hospital, suffering from the aftereffects of a lasting torture under the Cruciatus. That dealt with one nuisance and left their son unprotected, under the care of an old and weak grandmother.

Born second was Daniel Orion Potter, son of Lilly and James Potter and older of a pair of twins. He was born a few minutes before midnight on the last day of July and, along with his younger brother, he was a better candidate to the prophecy, considering he was born closer to the end, ergo the death, of July. The third candidate was the youngest Potter heir, a boy that was born only seconds before the clock pointed midnight. The twins were born much closer to the timeframe the prophecy had suggested.

It had to be one of the two. And it was in such thoughts that Lord Voldemort found himself standing outside the theoretically protected house of the Potter family at Godric's Hollow. The parents themselves were gone from the house, courtesy of Pettigrew, who was watching the little brats and would soon deliver the secret of the Potter Residence to him. It was a clever idea that Pettigrew and Sirius switch as the Secret Keepers.

"They are on the second floor my Lord, in the nursery." The rat said bowing. Voldemort's lips twisted in a sneer. Passing Pettigrew by without showing any indication of hearing him, the Dark Lord strode to the stairs, his black cape bellowing behind him. Voldemort walked in and stood facing the two cribs. There lay two babies, both sporting thick black hair. Not that it really mattered, since he would kill them both just to be sure, but Voldemort wondered which was which. That was easy to define, he thought. With a light movement of his wand, both children found themselves under a strong silencing spell.

Two pairs of eyes opened at almost the same time. The first baby, the one on the left, had hazel eyes, just like his father and was crying loudly under the silencing charm, the second boy, slightly paler but with the same unruly black hair, had eyes of the brightest green, shining like gems, the very color of the curse by which he was about to die.

And he didn't appear to be frightened by his presence, only alarmed and disturbed as he stared at him with slightly narrowed eyes. The boy was about to die anyway. Because now that he had laid eyes on the twins, there was no doubt in his mind that, if one of the two was to defeat him, that one would be the boy staring back at him defiantly in his young age; the Potter with the Avada Kedavra eyes.

Voldemort briefly considered what a pity it was that the parents weren't there to be dealt with too. But having to suffer the death of their children, for people like the Potters, would be worse than death.

"Good-bye little brat, may you rest in peace." Voldemort said sarcastically as he pointed his wand at the green eyed child. The green light that had claimed the lives of so many before headed this time towards the child. And there, just seconds before it touched his forehead, the killing curse reached what appeared to be a black bubble of shadow that surrounded the baby. Through the shadow-like barrier, Voldemort watched in surprise as the child's eyes changed color for a moment. The pools of emerald turned red like shining rubies which greatly unnerved Voldemort. With one mighty burst, the curse rebounded. And with his crimson eyes wide in shock and terror, the man once known as Tom Marvolo Riddle, could only watch as his own magic turned on him. Upon impact, his body was reduced to fine dust, his soul being forced out of his body.

And as the soul of the Dark Lord fled from the now crumbling house and a traitor followed suit, trying to save himself from the damage he had caused, the barrier that surrounded the young wizard expanded momentarily to shelter his brother as well as himself from the falling debris. As the roof came down the barrier took hit after hit, the only sound in the room being the cries of the hazel eyed boy and the crumbling walls. The barrier started to flicker, small unprotected patches being created on its surface as the last parts of the roof came down on the two children. And it was through one of those cracks that a sharp piece of concrete fell -surrounded with the soft light of the barrier as it scraped it passing trough- and caused a deep cut on the shoulder of the hazel-eyed twin which was shaped similar to a snake.

By the time when the barrier failed completely, the ceiling had crumbled to reveal a dark starry sky. It seemed as if the stars acknowledged that the two boys were saved. Two frantic figures chose that exact moment to appear, seemingly out of nowhere, being informed of what had chorused inside their house from a dozen of alarm spells triggered by the collapse. With screams of "Daniel!" and "Harry!" they trotted over the remnants of what had been their house for the past year and a half, following the loud cries of their son.

"Daniel!" Lily screamed as she ran to cradle her crying boy, observing with terror the bleeding on his shoulder. "Where's Harry?" She asked scared as her eyes searched for her younger son. James ran over to Harry's crib to find his second born child passed out, seemingly sleeping. His heart almost broke considering his son was dead, until he perceived Harry's soft and steady breaths.

"He's here Lily! He's alive!" He said holding his son to his chest where Lily could see him. With tears in her eyes but laughing in relief, the two young parents made their way out of their destroyed house, questions beginning to burn themselves into their minds. How could the boys be alive? What had happened to Peter? And where in the world was the Dark Lord? Unable to answer any of the questions themselves, they headed to the one person who they could trust in enlightening them. They apparated to the gates of Hogwarts.

When they reached the Headmaster's office, they found the old man pacing up and down impatiently, almost jumping in surprise when the door burst open.

"Lily, James!" He exclaimed and ran to them leaning closely to examine the twins, his eyes standing at Daniel's no longer bleeding wound and widening momentarily before he was shaken from his thoughts by an agitated Lily.

"What could have happened Albus?" She simply asked him and he motioned for them to sit down. It was going to be a long explanation and besides, he felt his own legs giving up on him.

"First of all, I believe we have to get our hands on Sirius Black before he disappears." The Headmaster stated.

"What does Sirius has to do with this?" James asked confused. "It's a full moon tonight and he's out with Remus."

"Voldemort managed to find and enter your house, disregarding the Fidelius. That can only mean that the secret keeper, Sirius, has betrayed you." The old wizard answered gravelly. The Potters remembered that they had yet to inform Dumbledore about the switch.

"Albus, we did not tell you about this but we switched Secret Keepers. We made Peter our Secret Keeper."

The shock Albus Dumbledore received upon learning the true secret keeper was only surpassed by the two Potters' horror upon realizing they had trusted their two sons to a traitor and worse yet, one they had thought to be a close friend.

"I can't believe Peter betrayed us." James muttered almost incomprehensibly. Lily's face was wet with tears.

"I'm afraid it is true." the grave response from Albus came in grim tone. "But he will be dealt with." He added decisively. "What is of the greatest importance right now is tonight's assault against your sons."

"So it's true?" Lily asked with voice thick from crying. "The prophecy... it really happened didn't it?"

"Yes, I believe it did."

"So is the Dark Lord truly gone?" James asked in disbelief.

"For now yes." The Headmaster offered. "But not forever, I fear."

"He will return then?" James asked confused and even more scared than before. If he did return, then what would that mean for his children?

"I'm afraid that's inevitable; Voldemort always had too much a great wish to live to stay dead. He most certainly had some means to stay alive, even after getting hit by a curse that kills with extreme prejudice." Albus said closing his eyes and pinched his brow for moment, looking for a moment exactly as old as he was. "But that's where Daniel comes in."

"Daniel?" Lily asked looking at the sleeping boy in her arms.

"What do you mean by that? Is he the Chosen One then?" James asked never taking his eyes of his eldest son.

"I believe so." Albus said standing up.

"But how can you be so sure?" James insisted, not wanting to even consider his boy would be facing such a difficult destiny.

"I'm afraid it's quite clear." Albus stated and, with a soft flick of his wand, removed the blood from the wound on Daniel's shoulder, healing the wound in the process. His charm was followed by two gasps of terror; there, on the sleeping boy's shoulder, a red jagged scar, somehow resembling a snake, was clearly visible. "The scar is infused with magic. Very strong magic indeed, that feels nothing like Voldemort's."

"So it is true then." James said resigned as he slummed back into his seat.

"It is. And young Daniel saved himself and his brother tonight and with him, the whole country." The Headmaster offered.

"What does that mean for Daniel, for his future?" Lily asked, hot tears trailing down her cheeks.

"He will live a normal childhood, as normal as can be, he deserves that." Albus said after a short pause. "But after he reaches a certain age... he will have to be trained; we will do everything possible to assure Daniel will survive this. Harry on the other hand will not be able to handle such attention. He may become jealous, and the result of such an emotion will be very problematic. He might even be persuaded to join Voldemort if his jealousy drives him." Both Potters nodded, not seeing any other alternative. The night at the Headmaster's office was spent in talking and deep contemplation as the Wizarding nation celebrated the downfall of a Dark Lord and the birth of a hero.

And as they toasted to Daniel Potter, hailing him the Boy Who Lived, Harry was sleeping peacefully in a crib, blissfully ignorant of how that very night would affect his life. Nobody bothered to check the youngest Potter for any scars that night. But if anyone had known were to look and had done so in time, they would have noticed a strange lightning bolt shaped scar appearing on the young boy's forehead, before fading to be unnoticeable. And the people discussing in the Headmaster's office decided that for the safety of the family, Harry has to leave for some time and Petunia Dursley was chosen as his guardian. The wheels of Fate had begun to turn, and the future turned out to be something no one could have predicted. The true Savior would return, but he would be completely unexpected. And once he is done, the Wizarding world will never be the same.