This is my new project. It is an AU. James and Lily are alive, Frank and Alice Longbottom are alive. It features a dark Harry who grew up in a Voldemort following dark home.

Ernest Charlus Potter is the name I came up with for this story's Boy-Who-Lived. Yes, Harry is not actually the BWL, though he is as powerful as Ernest, if not more. Ernest just happens to be the horcrux, while Harry is not.

Ernest's name comes from Ernest meaning "serious". Charlus is the next Potter name that I can find, so I'm going to assume that Charlus Potter was James Potter's Father. Ernest is named after Sirius Black and his grandfather.

I do not own Harry Potter or any of the characters. The only character I claim is Ernest Charlus Potter.

Summary: Anyone who knew anything about the Potter family knew that on July 31st, 1980, they were graced with twin boys. Ernest Charlus Potter, and Harold James Potter. On Halloween of 1981, they were attacked, and all four miraculously survived, Ernest being claimed as The-Boy-Who-Lived. The Potters lived for three years in a loving household. Harry Potter was treated as an equal to his brother, loved by all of those around him.

On July 31st 1984, Harry Potter disappeared never to be heard from again. No foul-play was involved and they never found a body. Harry James Potter was declared dead on August 3rd, 1984.

Anyone who knew anything about the Nott family knew that they were only graced with one biological son, Theodore Nott, but on August 5th, 1984 they adopted Harrison Godfrey Nott. Harrison grew up in a loving household, well as loving as you can have when you're raised by a widowed Deatheater.

Follow Harrison and Theodore on their journey through Hogwarts with their best friends. Things get complicated though, when the Long Lost Dark Lord resurfaces, using the blood of Ernest Potter, the Boy-Who-Lived.

July 15th 1984

"I'm sorry, my Lord. I'm not quite understanding my mission." Theodore Nott kneeled before his master, and flinched, expecting backlash at not understanding.

"You are to simply follow my orders. On the 31st of this month, you are to enter the Potter household and take the older twin boy, the one without the lightning bolt scar. You are to take him in, and raise him as your own. You are not to adopt him by blood and legal means until Harry James Potter is declared dead."

"Yes Master."

July 31st 1984

Enchanted balloon floated around the Potter household. They were enchanted to make the noises of the animals that they were in the shape off.

"Rawr!" A little boy of 4 giggled as a lion bumped into him. "Mum!" He pointed at the balloon that was increasing in volume. Lily smiled at the little boy in her arms

"Yes Harry, Rawr!" She said, tickling his belly. The twins were getting bigger, but Harry loved to be held. Lily and James in turn loved holding the small boy.

"Lils!" James Potter called from the front room, "The cake ready?"

Lily gasped. "OH! Yes dear, hold on!"

"Your try telling Ernie that he can't have cake!" he hollered back, a hint of laughter in his voice.

"Harry! Love! I forgot to frost the cake! Quick, help Mummy!" Lily ran around her kitchen, gathering her supplies to frost the cake. Harry watched as his mother raced around the kitchen, and summoned the cake frosting using a bit of accidental magic.

"Mum, here!" he giggled, handing her the bowl.

Lily smiled at her boy, "Thanks love." She kissed his head and they got to work.

"Happy birthday to you!" The occupants of the room finished the song as Lily brought the cake with eight candles on it. The cake was slouching slightly, and the frosting was a mess, but the boys had helped make it so James forgave his wife.

"Make a wish!" Sirius said to the two boys, who blew out the candles on their respective side of the cake.

The two boys giggled as the candles lit off a set of fireworks inside of the house.

James was holding Harry in his arms, having freshly changed his clothes. "Okay Kiddo, You've gone potty, brushed your teeth, and combed your mop of hair. Ready for bed?" Harry nodded his head. "Okay, lets go!" James carried the squealing boy up the stairs and flopped on the bed beside him. James kissed his son goodnight. "Good night Harry. I love you."

"I love you to daddy!" Harry said, burrowing into the soft pillows and his warm blankets. James walked outside of the room, turning the lights off. He walked into his younger sons room, to kiss him goodnight. Lily was just leaving Ernest's room to go to Harry's.

"Can you believe that they're four James? They're so big!" Lily said, kissing her husband on the lips.

"No I can't, and yes they are." He replied, pulling away. "I'll see you in bed baby." He wagged his eyebrows at her and walked into Ernest's room, who was already asleep. "Goodnight son." He kissed his head.

Shutting the door, he heard Lily scream in terror. James ran in, wand at the ready. "Lily!" He was shocked when he found her on the floor of Harry's room, sobbing. He evaluated the room and immediately noticed that his son was missing. He conjured his patronus and sent it to Dumbledore.

Assessing his wards he realized that they were all collapsed. How had he not noticed?! How had he not felt someone entering his property? James was trying to be strong for his wife, but inside he was breaking. His son was gone. He didn't even know if little Harry was even alive!

Dumbledore sat in the front room of the Potter manor, listening to Lily retell walking into Harry's room.

"I just assumed he was asleep when he didn't answer me. When I walked over to his bed, I noticed that he wasn't moving. When I moved the blankets he wasn't there Albus! He was just gone! I don't know what happened!"

"James, you said you didn't feel the wards collapse?"

"No Albus, I didn't. Nothing felt out of the ordinary." James held his sobbing wife, tears of his own streaking his face.

Kingsly Shacklebolt entered the room. "I evaluated the wards, and they look to have fallen around 3 PM today, right around the birthday party. You must not have felt them because there were so many people and so much was going on. Whoever it was, was waiting for the opportune moment."

The search for Harry Potter continued until august 3rd 1984.

On August 3rd 1984 Harold James Potter, heir to the Ancient and Noble House of Black, brother of The-Boy-Who-lived, son of James Ursa Potter and Lily Potter nee Evans, was pronounced dead.

On August 4th 1984 The Potter family mourned the loss of their son, and the wizarding world mourned the loss of another young soul taken by war.

On August 5th 1984 Theodore Nott I and his Wife Mirabella Nott adopted their son Harrison Godfrey Potter into their family, legally binding him by blood through an ancient blood ritual.

After the ritual Harrison Godfrey Nott looked only slightly similar to James Potter. He had messy jet black hair, and a darker complexion. Harrison Godfrey Nott had stunning green eyes, like one Lily Potter, but he looked like his parents, and his older brother.

Harrison was raised in a loving home. Well, as loving as you can get when you were raised by a widowed Deatheater, around Deatheaters, and with a Deatheater as your Godfather. But Harrison was loved, and he loved. In a strange way, but it worked.

Harrison knew his role. He knew his place. He knew where his family's loyalty lies, he knew where his loyalty would eventually lie. Harrison knew that, though his father and mother were not his birth parents, they were his parents, and he was devastated when his mother passed.

Harrison was young, but knew who he was biologically, and he knew his role in the Dark Lord's plans.