AU: Wbwl/Neglect/SmartHarry/AlivePotters! Harry is neglected by his parents in favour of his younger twin Alexander"Alex" Charlus Potter. Harry is raised as the son of Ra's Al Ghul.

Chapter one

Ah, so you have decided to view my life eh? Through my own eyes no less. Very well then. Witness my story, the tale of Xalvador.

Harry remembered when he got his scar, the green light that shot from the evil snake man's stick, and it hitting him on his forehead. He remembered his brother crying and bleeding, he remembered his parents and how they had immediately gone to Alex and left small little useless squib Harry in his cot his forehead still bleeding. He remembered that old bearded man trying to access his mind and didn't succeed as he thought. The man thought that the empty black space was proof that Harry had no magic, but it was more or less confirmed that he was powerful even as a toddler, that man had declared him a squib and it was then his parents stopped treating him as their wonderful firstborn, instead they begun to neglect him nearly forgetting him. The man noticed and suggested they give him to Lily's sister. Harry remembered the cold chill of the night and the closed door and the sounds of night animals, he remembered kind green eyes that looked down at him, eyes that belong to a man with greying hair. He remembered the man picking him out of the basket and taking him far far away from number four Privett drive little whinging Surrey and further away from his parents and twin.

Shaking his head free of his memories he dodged under the katanas slashing at his neck and following it up with attacks of his own though they missed as his target was also dancing around the deadly Egyptian swords. Those memories were his past those people, for they weren't his family, are his past and he wouldn't be seeing them anytime soon.

Harry was only fifteen months old when his parents left him on that doorstep. Still, only a baby, when his new father took him in a man who loved him as his own and taught him everything he knew.

That was nearly ten years ago, and he was no longer Harry James Potter, his father didn't like that he had such a common name, he had read the note left in Harry's baby basket and was disgusted with his parents for leaving him on a doorstep in winter just for being useless compared to his supposed extraordinary twin brother, Alexander, ugh another disgustingly common name. No, now his name was Xalvador, Xalvador Al Ghul the blood adopted son of Ra's Al Ghul.

Now Xalvador had a lovely older sister and a loving father who would do anything to make him feel safe, by training him. Ra's knew about his eidetic memory after he had told his father about his recurring nightmare of his previous family and the snake monster in great detail, and how he could remember everything he read word for word. When he had learnt of this Ra's upped his training and education.

Xalvador was currently sparring with his father using his most favoured weapon, the Egyptian sickle-sword twin Khopeshes, while his father used his katanas his sister Talia watched them from the edge of one of the many dirt rings in the temples, Nanda Parbat's, courtyard where members of the league of assassins would frequently train.

They had been sparring since the break of dawn it was nearly 12 in the afternoon. Xalvador frowned in concentration as he twirled around his father's strikes, neither of them had actually made contact with the other mostly meeting blade to blade or agilely evading each other's jabs and slashes. It was the longest Xalvador had fought usually his father would disarm him within the first few hours, but Xalvador was determined to win.

Once more he dodged a strike to his unguarded left flank and parried the next that was aimed at his head, wanting to finish before the day was out Xalvador spun to his right swinging his khopesh that was in his right arm around and using the curve of the blade he hooked it under his father's ankles and pulled hard the sudden movement had the great Ra's Al Ghul on his back with his weapons out of reach and two khopeshes at his throat. The pair were breathing heavily and silence rang throughout the courtyard everyone was staring at the father-son duo, it was soon broken by Talia who started clapping and the rest of the league followed.

Xalvador helped his father to his feet after he sheathed his blades. Ra's grinned, something he did more in the presence of Xalvador and clapped a hand on his son's shoulder. "Congratulations my son. You have bested me in combat your training is coming to an end." the usually gruff man stated proudly as he looked at his son his pride shining in his green eyes, eyes that matched his sons in their vividness.

Xalvador grinned back with a little hint of mischief in his grin. "Thank you, father, but I think it's just your age finally catching up with you." he laughed as he raced away from his stunned father who shook his head and gave chase to his son. They had run through the temple passing many portraits and mysterious artefacts, coming to a stop when a bird flew at them. He had immediately halted and his father not being too far behind him crashed into him and they landed in a heap on the floor and the bird now identified as an owl landed in front of them a letter clutched in its claws.

Groaning the eleven-year-old reached for the bird said bird held the letter it had in its possession out for him to reach. He sat with his legs folded as his father got off him and was reading the letter over his shoulder.

"Mr H. Potter

Xalvador's room fifth door in the east wing

Nanda Parbat

Pakistan" Ra's read with a frown and Xalvador flipped the letter over and broke the red waxed seal, withdrawing ink-filled parchment. Xalvador was frowning now too nobody outside of the league knew where they were.

But his eyes grew wide in dawning horror as he read the contents of the letter.

"Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore

(Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc., Chf. Warlock, Supreme Mugwump, International Confed. of Wizards)

Dear Mr Potter,

We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment.

Term begins on September 1.

We await your owl by no later than July 31.

Yours sincerely,

Minerva McGonagall

Minerva McGonagall

Deputy Headmistress..." Ra's cursed, he didn't want his son going to some foreign school with a family who had all but abandoned his son.

Xalvador's eyes hardened and his knuckles were white from clutching the parchment tightly. He had killed plenty of people as a part of his training but those people were all guilty of horrid deads, he had a taste for blood and those that left him on that doorstep years ago were at the top of his get even list. His voice was cold as he spoke: "I'm going father and you can't stop me." his green eyes burned with determination. They would all pay for dismissing him as useless on the words of a senile old man.

Ra's knew that look, it was the look of someone who wanted to get even and it was tinged with determination. He nodded at his son albeit reluctantly and watched as his son ordered one of the many servants to get him ink and a quill, having been used to writing in calligraphy as he had taken an interest in the art of writing when he was five Ra's had been impressed that the boy could write so neat at his age. Xalvador knew of his magic and Ra's had hired a tutor from Spain as he wasn't very well versed in the subject even after six hundred years of being alive. Xalvador had favoured runes, history, potions and charms over the others but he excelled in the others as well, he wasn't a slacker in any way shape or form he was already fluent in eight different languages, they being; Arabic, French, Greek, Latin, English, Russian, Spanish and Italian five or so less than Ra's himself knew and many different combat styles, war strategies and was well versed in the medicinal field.

He penned his reply and politely requested they use his real name and not the one given to him by his sperm doner and incubator. Xalvador folded his reply after his father read it over approvingly and handed it to the waiting claws of the owl.

His father stood next to him as they watched the bird leave a pleased smile spread across the eleven-year-old assassins face.

Headmaster's office

Hogwarts

Sitting behind a crowded desk an old man chocked on a sour lolly as he read the contents of one of the acceptance letters replies, previously twinkling blue eyes went dull and wide. The old man in question was no other than Albus too many names Dumbledore. In his old age, he stood surprisingly fast knocking over his chair in the process paying it no mind he hurried over to his fireplace throwing some powder in it yelling "Potter Residence!" and stepped through disappearing in a swirl of ash.

Potter Residence

"WHAT!?" one James Charlus Potter screeched as he read the contents of the reply.

His wife's hand went to her mouth in horror as the realization hit her: they abandoned their firstborn, who it turns out isn't a squib, to an unknown fate, and said child doesn't want anything to do with them. She read it again "To whomever, it may concern,I, Xalvador Al Ghul, Accept your acceptance letter but I will under no certain circumstances be called anything but my name which is Not Harry James Potter a name which was thrust upon me by a sperm donor and incubator both of which have no right to my life they gave me up when they left me on that doorstep ten years ago. If by chance they are anywhere near whoever is reading this you can tell them from me, Xalvador Al Ghul, that they can shove that horribly common name where the sun does not shine. Have a nice day.Yours not so sincerelyXalvador Al Ghul, Son of the Demons Head..." she broke off crying her baby boy didn't want anything to do with them. What have they done? While Lily cried, James fumed and Dumbledore was still speechless.

Xalvador is an intelligent young boy, with inky black hair, emerald green eyes, sharp cheekbones a scar and a decently muscled frame. He stands at around 5'8" at only eleven. Because of his father, Xalvador is well versed in many subjects, which was easy to achieve with his eidetic memory.

A decidedly feral grin spread across the boys usually blank face. 'Oh he was going to enjoy ruining their lives and proving them all wrong'

Hogwarts had better be ready for when he arrives because he will wreak havoc upon the wizarding world.

How d'ya like it, suggestions? anyone? to keep this going or just trash it? It's the readers choice really. Captain Peverell signing off once more.