I don't own Harry Potter, but I do own his twin sister Cecilia.

Harry and his twin sister are given to the Dursley's at the age of one, the girl is brought up right and becomes a spoiled brat who is worse than a baby when she doesn't get what she want's. But Harry grows up a slave to the family, but when they both turn eleven only one Hogwarts letter comes.

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Harry was sitting in the darkness of his cupboard, he could see what he called the wind scar of all the Dursley's, and then there was the other wind scar. It was almost pure black, while the others were red, green, and pink. Harry wished that there was some thing he could, but until Dudley would unlock his door, Harry was stuck in here with no one but the spiders for friends. He felt the shaking as his sister came down the stairs and passed his door. But for once it stopped, the well known sound of the lock sliding and the human behind it stepping back.

Get up Potter, I want a huge birthday breakfast ready for me and my family in twenty minuets. said a screechy preteen girl's voice.

Have you forgotten that you are a Potter, or do you need a reminder. he said, she thought for a moment for a good come back, but couldn't so she just walked away. The thirty-first of July passed as it always had for Harry, he made a huge breakfast for his sister and the Dursley's, ate a burnt slice of toast, and then went back to his cupboard. After they were done with the food, Harry would enter the kitchen and do the dishes as his sister opened her presents, purposely making as much fuss about them as she could. Then he would go to his closet and wait till the Dursley's took him to Mr. Winter across the street, he was a rather strict old american who had chosen to stay in England after World War Two. But Harry looked forward to going there each year because Mr. Winter would tell him story's from his war day's. Last time he had promised to tell Harry about when he was in Bastonge, near the end of the war. He was suddenly pulled very roughly from his bed and dragged to the back door.

Listen to me closely boy. said uncle Vernon in the harsh voice he always used with Harry. You will not bother Mr. Winter for story's from his past, got that boy. He has been sick lately. Now, go get the mail. Harry was Disapperated but went and got the letter's that had come through the slot beside the front door. (A/N work with me people)

Letter for Dudley, letter for Aunt Petunia, three for Vernon, and one for Cecilia. Harry thought and went to hand out the mail

Later that day

Hello, Harry. said Mr. Winter as he opened the door. Come on in. he added.

Thank you Mr. Winter. Harry said, walking into the house. It smelled faintly of oil and gun powder, with just a hint of canned Tuna.

Now I believe that I promised to tell about The Battle of the Buldge. he said preparing some coffee. So, has anything interesting happened lately at your house?

Well, Cecilia got excepted to this special school that even Dudley wasn't excepted to. And what make's it even worse is that they aren't telling me anything except it's name. They called it Hogwarts. He said, he knew he had heard that name before, but where he didn't know.

Harry, have you ever heard the name Voldemort? Mr. Winter asked, that name, even thought he didn't know it's mean chilled him to the bone. He is the man who murdered you're parents. That story the Dursley's told you is nothing but bull. Harry didn't understand, why would the Dursley's lie to him. First Voldemort killed your father, then he went after your mother, she died protecting your sister. Then he went after you,it took him a while to find you because you were hidden away in the closet, so as not to embarrass the family, by the time he did find you I had gotten there. You see Harry, Hogwarts is a school magic, no not the kind that you see on the T.V., but real magic. he said and let what he was telling Harry sink in for a second. You see Harry, you're not just a Wizard, your dad and Voldemort were, and your mother a witch. But you and I are something different. The Magical world calls us Supreme War Necromancers, we are killed at birth if they can find us.

Sir, why are you telling me this? Harry asked, he knew Necro, was the Greek word for dead, and that a Necromancer could raise the dead in all the Myth's. But was what Mr. Winter telling him true, or just a joke.

Because, I want to train you to use your power, and to train you how to use just plain every day magic. Mr. Winter said. If you are to train, you will have to hurt people, maybe even kill them, but most of all you must know my name. It is Grindewald Aberforth Winter.

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