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Chapter 1

A young boy of seven huddled in a corner of what seemed to be his room, but it did not look like it. The room was scarcely furnished. There was a small bed that creaked when lied on and a desk made of zebra wood. It had a single lamp on it that needed its bulb changed. Many books and papers littered the desk.

If one looked closely at the books and papers they would assume that the navy blue room belonged to at least a teenager, if not an adult. The books held spells that were learned at Hogwarts, the school a wizard went to learn magic at the age of eleven. The papers had notes on potions and spells, and some new spells that the little boy had just invented. The chair that accompanied the desk was a plain wooden one that was hard to sit on without a cushion. Its seat came up to the little boy's stomach, but the little boy always managed to get up.

The small child himself was handsome, contrasting heavily with the room. He had raven black hair and emerald green eyes. His face held no baby fat and enhanced his high cheek bones and already prominent chin. He was small for his age, standing only 3ft. 2in, with narrow shoulders and thin arms and legs. Though, he did have small but strong muscles adorning those legs and arms.

His back was facing the rest of the room. His knees had been drawn to his chest and his arms were wrapped around his legs in a vice-like grip. He was crying with all of his heart. Tears were streaming down his face as his body wracked with sobs. He had put a silencing spell up, as best as he could, so he knew no one could hear him and yell at him to be quiet. Or worse, hear and just ignore him.

The little boy didn't understand why he was crying. Yes, his parents and their friends were downstairs. Yes, they were celebrating his twin Jacob's birthday. Yes, they had forgotten that it was his birthday as well. But he should have been used to it by now. In fact, he couldn't remember a birthday, or any other day where he wasn't ignored by everyone. Well, almost everyone.

"Boder..Boder…Boooder", the little boy heard on his right. It came from an old, almost broken down, walkie-talkie that Jacob had thrown away, but the little boy had saved. It barely worked, but it worked nonetheless. Its counterpart was located in his younger brothers' room.

Quickly, the little boy known as Harry Potter, tried to stop his self pity. Taking a few shaky breaths, he got himself under control, before he stuck his right hand out to grab the walkie-talkie.

"I'm here Michael. Calm down buddy. I'll be there in a minute", Harry responded with no trace of what he had been doing previously.

"Kay". Was his only answer, which made Harry sigh in relief. His younger twin brothers always worried him. But he knew this wasn't serious since Michael had calmed down.

Harry clicked the walkie-talkie off and rose off of the uncarpeted floor. Turning around he took ten quick steps to the door. Grabbing the cold door handle, he opened then shut the door. He felt around his neck until he encountered a thick silver chain.

Uncle Moony would kill me if he ever saw me wearing this chain. But I always take it off when he comes to visit and he never comes into my room when he does visit, Harry thought as he pulled out his necklace.

It contained the only present he ever received from his parents. It didn't matter that he couldn't remember being given it, he was too young to remember, or that he had to find a chain to put it on because no one had given him one. The only thing that mattered, was that he had been given a present.

The present was a pendant. The pendant was made out of white gold and was painted red, gold, silver, and green. It was only the size of his small fist, but it was magnificent when looked at closely. The center was a plain sword with a symbol on it that's meaning had long been lost. The sword held two beasts fighting one another. A griffin appeared to be holding onto and protecting the sword, while a basilisk wrapped itself around the two. The griffin had its mouth around the neck of the basilisk. All in all, it was very beautiful, but Harry secretly thought the snake should have won. He always had a fondness for snakes, which seemed to get him into trouble with everyone else.

Also attached to the large chain, was a key. Seeing his prize, Harry gently tugged the chain off, used the key to lock his door, and then replaced the chain. Swiftly, Harry walked down the deserted hall until he reached the last door on the right.

Preparing himself, Harry opened the door and walked into his barely two year-old brothers' room. What greeted him was a tackle to the ground by a small body. Lying on his back, Harry looked up to see Jonathon sitting on his stomach, with a big smile on his face.

Harry smiled at this. Michael and Jonathon's happiness made Harry happy. The two toddlers were also ignored by their parents, in favor of Jacob, the boy-who-lived..

Yeah, everyone pays attention to Jacob and they all want to see his scar on the palm of his hand. They laugh at my scar on my forehead, always saying I was clumsy that night and cut myself, falling out of my crib. But they don't even laugh at me anymore. It's now just gross neglect. And they do it to Michael and Jonathon too, but not as much. I have to take care of them, but I really don't mind. I want them to be happy.

While Harry had been thinking, Michael had come over and sat on the ground next to his twin. Harry put on his best scowl that sent the two boys into a fit of giggles. Harry also started to giggle. After a few minutes, Harry sat himself up and lifted Jonathon off of him.

All three of the boys sat Indian style facing each other. Harry took this time to inspect, first Michael and then Jonathon, thought there really were no physical differences between the two. They had, short messy black hair, just like him, but a little less messy. Their eyes were hazel today, but could turn to a pure green and anything in between, depending on their emotions. They had slightly chubby cheeks and were average size for tow year-olds, which pleased Harry greatly because he was the one responsible for their will being.

Michael, the more vocal of the two, decided he had enough silence.

"Where ma ?", he asked with a little longing in his voice, wanting his mother but knowing she wouldn't pay attention to him.

Harry wished that the boys hadn't been very smart, learning about their environment and talking. But neither of the boys was stupid. They understood a lot for ones so young and Harry knew that he would have to answer Michael's question.

"Ma is downstairs with papa. Everyone is celebrating Jacob's birthday. You know, like we did last week with yours", Harry answered in monotone, even though his heart started to hurt a little.

'Oh' was all he heard for a few minutes while the two toddlers tried to grasp the meaning of what their brother was saying. Finally, Michael seemed to get it.

"Like our pawty", he asked.

"Yeah Michael. Only it's not just us three there. A lot of grown-ups are there. The party is huge", Harry immediately responded, hoping against all odds that they would stop this line of questioning because it was making him both sad and angry. He was sad no one remembered his birthday and extremely angry that he had been the only one to remember Michael and Jonathon's birthday, last week.

"We have our own gooooder pawty den", Jonathon finally spoke.

"A better party? Here? Why?", Harry asked curious as to why the boys didn't want to go downstairs because their mother normally, finally remembered them at parties. They weren't totally ignored because they were so young and cute.

"We want you, broder, at da pawty", Jonathon said.

"So we have our own pawty wid you," Michael finished for his twin.

Harry was stunned for a minute. He had always loved his brothers, but growing up neglected ruined any self esteem he had. He felt worthless and unable to be loved. He had taught himself to talk and potty train. He started studying and practicing magic to make his parents proud. But nothing ever did. They never paid attention to him. Only Jacob got their attention. Harry kept at magic only because he fell in love with it.

His two toddler brothers did not understand neglect so they had vied for their parents, while Harry had cared for them. It was always call Harry, but want Mommy and Daddy to come. Whenever they got the chance, they would abandon Harry for their parents and Harry understood that because he also wanted his parents.

But hearing that they wanted to be with him, instead of downstairs, made Harry want to leap for joy, knowing that they wanted him instead of just needing him for their care. Harry made a promise that day.

I promise I will always love you two and take care of you, no matter what happens, like a real father should. And I promise to never cry again, especially for my parents. They will never love me, Michael, or Jonathon. But I don't need their love. I can give Michael and Jonathon love, though.

Two Years Later:

Everything had gone horribly wrong. Right now, his parents were yelling at him with enough rage to make almost anyone cower in fear. They wouldn't listen to him when he tried to tell them the truth. He wanted to save the boys, but his parents thought that he had killed them. They thought he had taken Jacob to help resurrect the Dark lord. That he willingly took the dark mark. And Jacob did not tell them different.

Harry eyed his twin from behind his parents. They boy's silk black shirt was torn, but that was the only 'injury'. The boy had immediately run behind his parents as soon as they got back. He started telling lies, saying that Harry had gotten Michael and Jonathon killed. He did not want to take the blame for the event, even though the boys were not dead, but no one seemed to understand. They looked dead from where they were on the floor, but Harry knew it was only because of the werewolf bites they had received. It was going to be hard for them, being bitten at a young age, but they would survive.

And his parents. As soon as they saw Harry's torn shirt and looked to see the dark mark glowing on his arm, they assumed the worst. The only thing they were right on was the dark lord coming back, the rest was crap and Harry was sick of it. He knew they now hated him and the feeling was now mutual.

"YOU ARE NO SON OF OURS. YOU ARE DISOWNED AND I NEVER WANT TO SEEYOU AGAIN", Lily Potter yelled at her eldest son, with as much venom as a snake.

Harry looked up at his parents, with cold emotionless eyes, before turning to walk out of the house. At the door, he turned around one last time to his parents.

"I'm glad then. You finally got what you always wanted. I've hated you for two years now for all your neglect", Harry shot back before snapping his fingers to levitate his brothers' 'bodies' out of the door, in front of him.

"And Jacob," Harry called over to his brother. Jacob looked up to his twin, too afraid to tell the truth to his parents. "I'm glad you're such a wonderful brother. I hate you all". With that, Harry Potter left his family, with his four year-old now werewolf brothers, for the last time.

A.N.

This just came to me last night and I had to write it. I actually know where this is going, unlike my other story, which I will update in less than a week. Anyway, tell me if I should continue. And I need a beta for this story and Triple Potter Threat.

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