.:Forgotten:.

Harry stared at the outstretched hand and weighed his chances. Either he could refuse and go back to his family if he got out of here alive, or he could accept and fulfil his wishes and get revenge. Harry thought for a moment before taking the hand. Somewhere, a prophecy shattered into a million pieces.

Prologue

Nobody POV:

At St Mungo's, a single scream pierced the air that could only mean one thing: A new being had arrived.

Lily Potter was currently lying on a hospital bed, her red hair frizzy and her face red. However, she had a tired smile on her face. In her arms nested a new born baby boy with a small Auburn curl.

James Potter was ecstatic and had a large grin on his face.

"Let's name him James junior," He joked. Lily hit him on the arm.

"I was thinking…hmm…How about Callistus Christopher Potter?" She asked. James smiled.

"Good idea, Lily flower,"

Suddenly, the clock struck midnight and Lily screamed again.

"Oh my gosh! I'm having twins!?" She yelled in surprise and happiness. A few moments later, another baby arrived.

He was slightly smaller than Callistus who was now in the arms of a nurse, bawling his eyes out from being separated from his parents. He also had a small mop of jet black hair. He didn't make any noise at all, (unlike Callistus) and just stared at his parents in an almost accusing way. Lily was a bit confused at this. James, however, didn't seem to notice.

"Let's call him Harry James Potter!" He told lily, who put a hand to her forehead. He just smiled mischievously at this.

"Merlin help us if you've corrupted the boy by naming him after you," She groaned. James had a look of mock hurt on his face.

"Are you suggesting that I'd corrupt out son?" He asked, clutching a hand to his heart. Lily whacked him again.

"Oww, shesh, Lily flower," He held up his hands.

"Pregnant women can be so violating," He muttered under his breath, which earned him another whack as the result.

Chapter one:

Harry and Callistus were in the playroom when Albus Dumbledore flooed through.

"Ahh, Lily and James, dears, could we talk please?" He asked, his eyes twinkling. Lily looked up from where she was baking cookies and James from where he was trying to steal some of the dough.

"Of course, Albus, come in," Lily said as she wiped her hands on her apron. A few seconds later, Albus Dumbledore gracefully stepped into the kitchen.

"Lily, James, good to see you again. I trust you and the twins have all been well?" He asked with a smile. James grinned.

"Yep. We're doing well, Albus. The twins are very happy as well. Yesterday, I caught Callistus trying to get on a toy broom. The kids gonna be a natural at quidditch, I tell you," He chuckled. Albus just chuckled, while Lily frowned.

"James! You are not going to teach him to fly until he is at least six!" She scolded him. James looked sheepish.

"Sorry, Lily flower," He told his wife meekly. Lily really could be scary when she wanted to be. Albus smiled with a twinkle in his eye.

"And how is Harry doing?"

This time, it was Lily who answered.

"Oh, he's doing great! He absolutely loves it when I read to him!" She chipped in brightly. James grumbled under his breath about 'bookworms' and 'Lily'. Lily ignored this.

"So, Albus, what is the reason you're here for?" She asked Dumbledore curiously. Albus sighed and the twinkle vanished from his eye replaced by a serious look.

"Lily, James, I have bad news for you. Yesterday, I was interviewing Sybill Trelawney for the position as the Divination professor. During the interview, she made a prediction, which she remembers nothing about now," Albus then pulled out a piece of parchment and began reading of it.

The one with the power to vanquish the dark lord approaches

Born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies

And the dark lord will mark him as an equal, but he will have the power the dark lord knows not

And either must die at the hand of the other

for neither can live while the other survives

When Albus finished, both Lily and James resembled ghosts. When they finally got over their shock, it was Lily who spoke up.

"B-b-but, doesn't that mean either Alice Lomgbottom's son Neville, Callistus, and Harry?" She stuttered. Dumbledore nodded gravely.

"I'm afraid so. Both you and the longbottoms have defied Lord Volemort thrice, and they were all born as the seventh month died. However, Neville Longbottom has shown to be a very quiet baby, and so has Harry, while Callistus has already started to try mount a broom. Therefore, I am pretty certain that Callistus is the chosen one," He told them sadly. The Potters gasped and Lily started to cry.

"Oh, my poor babies! They can't even have a proper life from the moment they're born!" She sobbed. James awkwardly patted her on the back while sending a pleading look at Dumbledore.

"Isn't there anything we can do?" He asked desperately. Dumbledore nodded.

"That is why I am here. You must go under the fidelius charm. I have already placed the Longbottoms underneath them," He told them. James nodded.

"When can we move?" He asked.

6 months later…

Peter Pettigrew bowed and kissed the hem of his masters robes.

"Pettigrew, what is your report on the Potters?" Lord Voldemort asked. Pettigrew cowered in fear.

"M-m-master, the Potters have asked me to babysit their twins tonight as they go on a romantic dinner at Sirius Black's house," He stuttered nervously. Lord Voldemort smiled gruesomely.

"So tonight the Potters will fall. Pettigrew, look after the children as normal. Do not let Potter and his mudblood wife onto anything. I shall attack tonight and Lord Voldemort shall rule!" He cackled. He paused then added casually.

"Oh, and Pettigrew? Crucio,"

Two hours later…

"Oh Peter, thank you so much! I couldn't find a babysitter at all! Ok, so the boys should have dinner at six. The broth is all ready in the pantry, and they should go to sleep at 8. Don't forget to give them a bath and their milk," Lily told a frazzled Peter Pettigrew who nodded dazedly, his head spinning with instructions. He was saved by James who took pity on him.

"Come on, Lily flower. Peter, mate, thanks. We'll be back at 9," James nodded to Peter before guiding his wife out the door. The sound of apparation was the only sound heard for the count of twenty seconds before Peter took a deep breath and heading upstairs to the nursery. He walked along the halls before entering a red room with numerous toys and two cots in it. He walked up to the cots and peered inside. It contained a sleeping redhead who was clutching his toy lion. He smiled sadly. Oh, if only his master didn't have to kill them tonight. Oh well. His master would make this world a better place. What was two infants on a better world were wizards ruled and muggles were gone? He peered into the second cot.

A small face glared at him accusingly as if he knew what he was going to do. He had a tuff of black hair on his head. Peter remembered this as Harry Potter, or Mr grumpy face as James had nicknamed him because he always seemed to be glaring at everyone. The only one he was happy around was Remus and Sirius. He seemed to hate Snape, which made James happy. The first time Harry had seen him, he had thrown his bottle at Snape, much to his chagrin. Peter didn't bother to feed the boys since he knew the dark lord would kill them so there was no use. He sat on the Potter's couch and waited nervously. When the old grandfather clock struck 7, the most powerful number, Peter heard a loud boom that indicated the door being blasted open. Pettigrew closed his eyes and said a prayer.

'Lily, James, please forgive me'

The dark lord stalked into the Potter's living room and sneered. Such tacky decoration. It was a shame that the Potter's were incurably good and Potter had to corrupt the pure line by marrying a mud blood and producing two half blood brats. He saw Pettigrew cowering on the couch and laughed.

"Well done, Pettigrew. You have, for once, succeeded at something, you little rat. Crucio," He flicked his wand at Pettigrew lazily who started to scream and thrash around in agony. Leaving the rat on the Potter's couch, he climbed to stairs and blasted the door of the nursery open, his lip curling at the décor. One of the children immediately began to wail loudly at the noise.

'So, this is the one prophesised to defeat me' He thought. His spy had told him that his so-called successor would be the red head.

"Callistus Christopher Potter," He muttered before letting out a laugh.

He raised his wand.

"Avada Kedav-," He cut of when he noticed a pair of green eyes staring at him and he prowled over to check.

"Harry James Potter,"

The child continued to stare at him with cold eyes, unblinking.

"You dare to stand before lord Voldemort and disrespect him?" He hissed angrily. "I will make your death miserable! Oh yes, I'm certain your cold dead corpse buried under a pile of rubble next to your twin's will serve as a very nice warning for your parents that they should off never gone against Lord Voldemort!" He let lose a laugh before directing his wand at the roof.

"Reducto," He hissed and the ceiling began falling on top of the children. One of the pieces of shrapnel hit the wall and bounced back and hit Callistus on the cheek, slicing it open and making the already sobbing child to do so harder. All throughout this, Harry remained untouched and continued to stare at Voldemort silently. Voldemort lost his temper.

"Avada Kedavra!" He directed his wand at Harry. He watched smugly as the flash of green light raced towards the boy, only to completely disappear on impact and fly back at him. He barely registered what happened in shock before the light hit him square on the chest.

Pain. Unimaginable pain unlike anything else he had ever felt coursed through his body. It was like a thousand cruciatus's being cast on him at the same time. He felt his soul leave his body and felt eerily calm despite the circumstances.

'Well, looks like the old coot and the order of the fried chicken got something wrong for once. Wonder if they'll admit it. Probably not. Honestly, mudbloods and blood traitors should be grovelling at our feet, not being superior to anything, not even insects' And with that last thought, the spirit of lord Voldemort floated out of Godric's hollows never to be seen again for years to come.

Peter Pettigrew felt something twange in his left forearm before disappearing. He checked to see what it was, and found that his dark mark was now barely visible. All across Britain, death eaters all felt the same thing in their forearms with varying reactions. Many wailed in agony at losing their beloved master, while one Severus Snape breathed a sigh of relief and went to inform Albus Dumbledore. Peter Pettigrew found the smouldering remains of his master's clothes and quickly hightailed out of Godric's hollows in his Animagus form and dissaparated right as the order of the phoenix arrived. As Dumbledore headed upstairs with a shell-shocked James and a sobbing Lily, he found the twins on the floor amiss the rubble of the collapsed roof along with Voldemort's robes and his wand. Lily and James rushed over to a twin each while Dumbledore stood aside and cleared the rubble. Callistus was wailing his head of.

"Albus! Quick! Come look!" Lily cried as she spotted Callistus's cut cheek. Dumbledore walked over and inspected it.

"Episkey," He murmured and the cut healed to reveal a white scar in the shape of a V.

"Lily, James, I believe Callistus has defeated Voldemort. He is our savior," He told them gravely. Lily and James looked worried at this.

"But Albus, how do you know that it was Callistus and not Harry?" James asked. Dumbledore sighed sadly at this.

"His scar radiates dark magic. It might have some nasty aftereffects on Callistus as he grows up," The Potters nodded sadly in resignation. It could have been worse. Callistus and Harry could have died.

"So, v-Voldemort is dead?" Asked Lily. Dumbledore nodded and smiled with a twinkle in his eye.

"WOOHOO! MY SON VANQUISHED VOLDEMORT!" James yelled at the top of his lungs and lifted Callistus in an embrace. Lily joined the hug as well. Albus stood by and watched happily. They were the perfect picture of a happy family. However, nobody noticed another baby staring at his happy family. The baby had regarded his family coldly. Why was everyone giving Callistus all the attention? It was obvious that he was the one who killed the dark lord, yet everybody was fussing over Callistus, who was still shrieking his head off, checking him for injuries, hugging him.

'What am I? A piece of rubble?' Harry thought sarcastically watching his family coo over Callistus and Dumbledore contact the order. Watching his family, Harry knew that the years to come would not treat him kindly, and boy, was he right.