Harry Potter was three when he realized his parents favored his twin.

It was the way they talked to him, looked at him, their eyes and their frowns, the way they walked and the way they acted towards him.

With Lily, every time she talked she tried to mask the annoyance with Kindness, trying to keep the favoritism a secret. She failed. She looked at him the same way, a forced smile, but her eyes told the truth. She didn't like talking to harry. No, she wished he was Daniel. So he kept quiet.

She would always get exasperated, trying to keep up with Harry, trying to ignore him but trying to pay attention. He thought it must be exhausting. She would just get angry, the more questions asked, the more statements he said. She would eventually tell him to go to his room and then she would walk away, her heels clipping on the floor angrily.

But then she would go right to Daniel, give him a cookie, a smile and listen to what he did today.

James was different. He just plainly refused to listen to harry. While lily at least tried, James did not and though lily reprimanded him for it, it was always half heartedly. James just would look at him annoyed or tell him to go to his room.

It was no secret that they favored Daniel and anyone who came into the house could see it.

Harry thought if he threw fits, he would get attention, he thought if he was good, he would get attention. He thought if he broke things, he'd get attention. But they didn't care.

They just sent him to his room while they went out as a family. It was as if, they didn't consider him a part of their family. It was like he was just a family heirloom they didn't want but were forced to keep.

So harry gave up. He knew his parents would never see him. He knew it all long, but he wanted to believe in them. But then, he gave up. So he asked the house elves to teach him to read.

And his life was nothing more than books.

"Master Harry!"

Emerald green eyes peered from over the thick book with a black spine. He smiled kindly at the house elf that had a plate with her.

"Hello, Tilly."

She frowned at him."Master harry has been reading all day. Master Harry needs to eat."

He laughed but even Tilly could see the sadness in his eyes. It broke her heart to see Master Harry treated so unfairly but as she was a house elf, there was nothing she could do.

"Just one more chapter, Tilly. I Promise ill eat."

She sighed. He said that for breakfast too. She gave him a firm look. "If Tilly sees a full plate, Master harry be in big trouble."

He nodded and looked down at his book. Tilly frowned. All he did was read anymore.

Ever since the incident, tilly let her thoughts travel but snapped back to reality once she saw harry humming.

He hummed a happy upbeat tune but it didn't match. Harry had unruly black hair that looked as if it hadn't been combed in ages. His father's hair had been like that but not quite as bad. His clothes were placed sloppily, his shirt unbuttoned and hanging out freely. His pants were not quite buttoned correctly and were too long for his skinny legs. He was thin, too thin and Tilly knew he wasn't eating much.

But the most haunting piece was his eyes. His emerald green eyes that looked so sad that it broke her heart.

"Tally be going Master Harry."

Harry nodded distractedly and she left with a loud pop. He looked up from his book and frowned at the food at the door.

He stared for a moment as the laughter of his parents and brother traveled down the long hallway, his eyes showed longing.

He wanted to join them; He wanted to laugh with them, to cry, to smile, to play,

But it was gone as quickly as it came and his mask was back up. The young child's eyes grew empty and he went numb. He turned the page to his book, his eyes glued to the page, gulping every word and analyzing it.

He heard nothing as he read on, getting captured into the book, nothing but books giving him comfort anymore.

It felt like minutes to harry, but in reality, hours had passed and there was a knock on the door, he snapped out of it and stared at the door, warily.

His parents never came to visit; his brother would never disobey their parents.

So, Who?

He said nothing and there was another knock. He stared curiously.

"Harry?" harry's eyes showed shock as he heard his mother's voice from the other side of the door.

It was soft and warm like honey; it was sweet and higher in tone, unlike his father's or uncles.

He didn't answer.

He heard a sigh from the door and slowly, it opened.

Lily Potter stared at what she was seeing for a few minutes.

Harry was sitting on the floor, a large book in front of him. He flipped the page casually and she saw his eyes going back and forth, reading each line carefully.

It shocked her. When did he learn to read? And then the guilt settled. The house elves must have taught him because it sure as hell wasn't her or James.

She forced a smile to her lips, trying to make it convincing. "Harry, Dinner's ready if you would like to join us?"

For the first time since she entered, he looked up, complete shock over his face and she felt a pang in her heart, because it was just dinner and he looked so surprised that she had asked.

"Sirius and Remus are coming over."

She had hurriedly covered over it and another pang went through her as understanding flashed and his face turned back into an empty mask.

He nodded. "Yes, mother, I will be there in a minute." His eyes showed nothing as he marked his page.

Lily wanted to reach out, to hug him, to feel him, to carry him and tell him she loved him.

She wanted to actually love him like a mother does.

But she threw on a fake smile and nodded.

She turned, her heels clipping on the floor and left.

Harry stared at the page he had marked with blank eyes.

He was surprised she had asked until he learned it was for Remus and Sirius.

Not because she wanted him there.

He sighed and stood up, closing the book and placing it on his creaky bed. He turned and walked down the hallway and into the bright lights of the living room.

The rest of the house was extravagant compared to Harry's room.

With beautiful colored rugs and curtains, a chandelier in the foyer, a long table in the dining room with beautiful hand crafted furniture.

Even the couch was beautiful.

All the while, harry slept on a bed so old and creaky it was ready to collapse. His walls were blank and he had a shelf and a closet. The only personalized part was his books littering the floor and bed.

Harry turned around the corner, trying to remember where the dining room was.

He somehow turned into the kitchen and saw his father and mother dancing, twirling around the kitchen while his brother, Hayden watched laughing from the table.

Lily was laughing; a bright smile upon her face and James had the happiest look.

They never looked like that with him.

Lily went spinning towards the entry way and froze, the smile dropping from her face. James turned and looked at harry before frowning. Hayden looked between lily and james and harry confused.

"I apologize for interrupting." He said, No warmth, no hostility, completely blank.

Lily straightened, tears welling her eyes and fixed her dress turning to the food.

James sighed and gave one look at harry, before retiring to the dining room.

Hayden looked extremely confused at lily and looked at harry, anger showing his eyes.

Harry stared back, emptiness in his.

Hayden frowned and followed his dad.

Harry knew he shouldn't have come down.

A Small pop came from beside lily and Tilly smiled at her. "Tilly will take care of the rest, Mistress Lily."

Lily sent a grateful smile and without a second look at Harry, left the kitchen.

Tilly smiled sadly at harry who gave no emotion away. She worked with the food and harry sat down at the small table in silence.

Tilly hummed as she cooked the rest of the food and smiled at her completed work, that is, until she heard a sniffle.

She turned and stared in shock.

Harry was completely still. His eyes were empty and his arms limp, but small tears ran down his face as he stared at the wall next to Tilly.

Tilly was concerned. But quickly realized what was wrong, as she looked at the wall.

Her head dropped.

Pictures upon Pictures went across the wall, lily hugging Hayden, James and lily spinning around, pictures of baby Hayden, pictures of toddler Hayden, pictures of Hayden flying on his first broom, pictures of Hayden casting his first spell.

There were pictures of everything Hayden had ever did. And there was only one picture of harry.

It was after being born and James and lily held both boys, James holding Hayden and Lily holding harry, both were smiling softly at their baby boys.

There were no other pictures.

Tilly heard a smash and looked up, alarmed.

Things were floating and Harry's tears got worse.

He bit his lip and a trickle of blood came from the wound.

He looked at Tilly, his eyes glowing a bright blue, and Tilly felt fear rise up.

He had pure anger, pure sadness; pure fear in his eyes.

And he opened his mouth and let out a scream.

Objects from all over the place went flying, things not attached went flying across the room, smashing the plates and cabinets.

Tilly screamed and tried to leave the room only to be bounced back by a invisible force.

She heard screams and turned to see lily and James and Hayden watching at the door, horror in their eyes.

Lily jumped and got bounced back by the force. She stared in horror as her son continued screaming, his hands covering his face and tears falling faster and faster.

Sirius and Remus came flying into the room and stood back shocked, watching the horror.

Tilly took cover as knives went flying.

"Harry! Harry, stop!" Remus tried calling for him and Harry's eyes looked at him, his eyes glowing blue but you could still see the pure sadness.

"Why?"

The word will filled with power, with magic that made stabs of pain go through them. It was filled with anguish and anger and fear and sadness.

All those feelings were thrown at them.

James fell back, his eyes filling up with tears as he struggled to breathe.

Sirius took a step forward, his eyes calm and filled with sadness.

"Harry, please, this isn't you. You need to calm down."

Sirius went through the Barrier, unharmed and approached his godson, unafraid.

Knives went flying into the air and Sirius stopped but kept talking.

"Harry, I know you feel sad, and angry, and scared, I know you feel like everyone is against you. But I have always been there for you, haven't i?"

Harry's eyes lost their anger and turned into pure anguish.

"I don't want to be alone. I want my pictures on the wall. I want mommy and daddy to look at me with happiness. Like Hayden."

Sirius struggled to push his tears back as he approached harry, the magic was calming down.

"I know, pup, but I will always be here for you. I promise."

Sirius reached down and kneeled next to harry and pulled him close to him.

The objects fell to the floor.

The barrier stopped.

Remus went running but Sirius held out his hand and Remus stopped.

Remus could hear sobbing from harry and felt tears come to his eyes as he saw Sirius with tears falling down his face.

Lily and James didn't move. Hayden was hiding behind them and they couldn't comprehend that their actions had drove a little boy to killing everyone in the house on accident.

Lily felt tears on her face and she began sobbing, falling to the floor on her knees.

James didn't feel anything, just stared as Sirius hugged his son, the son he had forced to feel this way.

Harry stopped and fell asleep in Sirius' arms.

Sirius picked him up carefully and went by James without giving a single look. James clenched his fists.

He had failed everyone.

Sirius placed harry in his bed upstairs before brushing his hair away from his face and giving him a tearful look.

He walked downstairs slowly and saw Remus talking to lily and James, who had put Hayden to bed.

Sirius felt anger flare in his chest and he glared at James and lily.

He ran to them and grabbed James by the shirt. "What the hell did you do? You told us harry was fine, every time, that he preferred to read. And whenever we asked, you said he didn't want to be bothered. If he is fine, Then what the hell was that!"

James looked defeated as he looked at Sirius and just said "I'll tell you."

Sirius let him down and listened.

And as James told him about Dumbledore and the prophecy and being forced to ignore harry in favor of Hayden. How Dumbledore told them Harry would go dark and they didn't realize that it was affecting him so badly, Sirius grew angrier and angrier.

"You ignored Harry so you could make sure Hayden was loved extra special, Because Dumbledore told you to. Are you fucking insane? You broke your son, made him feel like he was nothing and nonexistent because Dumbledore told you to!"

Lily and James flinched but didn't cower.

"Sirius, you have to understand, Hayden needed the attention."

"What the hell! So Harry's not your son because Dumbledore says Hayden needs more attention."

Lily protested. "Of course he's our son, but Hayden is the boy who lived, he needs to be raised right."

Sirius was about to explode. That was the moment Remus spoke up.

"Sirius, you have to think logically about this. They did what they thought was best for both boys. While not favorable towards Harry, Dumbledore has a reason he told them this. We have to trust Dumbledore."

That is when Sirius saw red.

"You know what! Fuck all of you! Dumbledore is an old coot and Nobody should be treated like trash, like you have treated harry. Trust Dumbledore? You all can do whatever you want but I am done. I would have expected you all to learn from what you just witnessed but you all are content to ignore harry as long as he doesn't try to kill anyone. You know what? I am leaving the country and I am taking harry with me. You don't deserve to be parents."

Lily and James flinched while Remus stared angrily.

Sirius glared at them one last time before rushing upstairs.

They all yelled and followed him, hurriedly.

Sirius ran into Harry's room and locked the door, pushing a bookshelf in front and placing a spell on the door.

He ran to harry and shook him awake.

"Harry, Harry, Harry!"

Harry opened his eyes and stared at the face of his godfather.

"Harry, I need you to come with me. Please."

Harry grew alarmed at the strained voice.

"But, Sirius, why? What's happening?"

Sirius held out his hand, his eyes soft.

"Harry, I need you to trust me."

Harry stared at the outstretched hand, his life flashing in flashbacks. He had never trusted anyone, because no one had ever trusted him. They had never loved him or cared for him.

But Sirius had.

He had always remembered to bring presents for harry at Christmas and his birthday. He had remembered to come play and talk with harry, despite harry always reading books. He had always smiled at harry and laughed with him.

He had always cared.

Harry outstretched his hand and just as the door burst open, He grabbed sirius' hand.

A loud cry was heard as they left in a fury of colors.

Harry and Sirius were gone.

Lily fell to the ground, sobbing as Remus and James looked grimly at each other.

"James, Call the Aurors."

"But"

Remus frowned at him. "Sirius has just committed Kidnapping. I know how you feel but Sirius made his choice."

James turned to the window and frowned at his reflection.

He couldn't help but feel empty. He had lost his son and his best friend in one night.

Dumbledore had been clear on what needed to be done. Even if Sirius hadn't ran off with harry, the boy would be given to the Dursley's with his mind erased. Just as what was originally planned.

But Still,

He helped his sobbing wife up and left the room, shutting the door behind him, his gaze falling onto the book that harry had been reading.

The door shut and one last thought ran through James head.

Who taught him how to read?

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