AN: I know, I know! "Why the hell am I starting a new story?" I have no idea myself; I just had this idea in my head and wrote it down on a piece of paper to make a story out of. I'm also thinking of another as well, so look out for it. I don't know where I will be going with this so I don't know how long this one will go on. Well anyway.

This story is AU on both sides of this crossover. Just so you know Yuna probably won't exist in this fic, so fans of her might not like this. This is like so many others before it, but I have done something to it that nobody has done yet. For this story, you might want to have Al Bhed translator nearby. No pairings right now but maybe later as the story progresses.

"Talk"

'Thoughts'

A Summoner's Anguish

Chapter 1

Sadness…

Heartbroken…

Unloved…

Misery…

Harry never thought that he could feel these emotions at the same time at such a young age, but he was. He was only five years old after all. He knew he shouldn't be feeling these emotions, but he couldn't help it.

He just couldn't help it when he looked at them.

His family.

Like he could really call them his family anymore. They didn't act like one. Well, towards him at least.

It took him only a few years to realize that his mother and father did not love him. Or if they did, they never showed it. They gave all their love, time, and affections to his twin brother, Alex.

Alex Potter: the so-called Boy-Who-Lived. Everyone in the wizarding world praised him for his defeat of Lord Voldemort when he was only one on that fateful Halloween night. Everyone thought that he would be destined for greatness. But Harry knew better.

Harry knew that it wasn't his brother who had caused Voldemort's downfall. It had been him all along. Harry was the only one who remembered what had happened…

Flashback

October 31

Lily and James Potter walked into their house, each carrying one of their twin sons, Alexander and Harrison Potter. Both of them were wearing an adorable lion costume, had whiskers painted on their faces, and their nose painted black. It was eight o' clock; an hour over their bedtimes, and the infants were already falling asleep in their parents' arms. Without wasting any time to put the twins to sleep, they wiped off their faces, changed them for bed, and put them in their cradles to go to sleep. With a tender kiss to each forehead from both parents, they walked outside the twins' shared nursery and softly closed the door.

Lily and James decided to snuggle on the couch in their living room. It was nice that they were finally able to have some fun. They weren't able to leave their house very much ever since they learned of the prophecy that possibly included one of their sons. Not long after they were born, they were forced to go into hiding because of a prophecy that Dumbledore had told them.

Not even two hours had gone by before they heard one of the twins crying. Lily jumped up and vigorously walked into the nursery. Harry was wriggling in his cradle, his sheets starting to wrap themselves around his lithe form. Lily rushed to him and pulled him in a warm embrace as he shrieked his lungs out. She spared a look at her other child to see that he was sleeping peacefully despite the noise. She carried Harry out of the room and into the living room where James was still sitting, whispering sweet nothings in his ears to pacify the restless baby. James looked at her in surprise when the infant refused to calm down and was still squirming in Lily's arms.

"What's wrong with him?" James asked in worry as he stood up to help his wife.

"I don't know." She answered distractedly. She felt his diaper, "He doesn't need a new diaper and he's not hungry."

They spent about ten seconds trying to soothe Harry when they felt the house shake faintly. A vase fell from a stand and broke in numerous pieces. James sighed at the mess, "I'll get it." He said wearily over the screaming infant. As he walked over to the pieces, the house shook more forcefully. James stopped in his tracks.

"What was that?" Lily asked anxiously over Harry as she lightly bounced him up and down. She was really starting to get worried. Harry was usually a very quiet baby; never really making a sound while his brother was the loud one. But his crying didn't seem to be lightening up and instead was becoming worse. The house shook harder.

And that's when it happened.

The outside of the front door started to glow an ominous white before it was blown right off its hinges. The next thing they saw was a pair of eyes glow a bright blood red and they knew immediately who it was causing the disturbance.

Lord Voldemort.

"Lily! It's him! Run! Take Harry and Alex and run! I'll hold him off!" James yelled in earnest taking out his wand as Voldemort advanced into the house.

"But James-"

"Don't argue Lily! Just go!"

Lily hesitated before running upstairs to the nursery. She closed the door and magically locked it. She ran to Alex, who had finally awoken during the commotion and was crying lightly in his crib. She picked him up and cradled them both to her chest just as the door was blown open by him. The force of the blow sent Lily to her knees, but she still held her babies close. She hadn't noticed that Harry had become eerily silent while Alex was whimpering at sight of the man.

"Give me the children, woman, or you will regret it." The man said in a spine-chilling high voice.

"No please! Not Harry and Alex! Please! Take me instead! Just don't kill them!" Lily started to beg.

The man let loose a sinister high cackle before brandishing his wand at the woman. A flash of bright red and the mother fell to the ground in a dead faint; the children falling out of her arms as she dropped. Alex's started crying while Harry just looked at the man with wide inquiring emerald eyes.

The man's red eyes narrowed as he looked at Alex before landing his gaze upon Harry. He walked slowly towards him. For some reason, Harry did not look scared; he just sat and stared with that same questioning look in his eyes. He stopped only a few inches away from the sitting infant; his green eyes still staring into his red. He pointed his wand at the child.

Harry's eyes never left his as he shouted, "Avada Kedavra."

Harry was surrounded by a bright light. The green light that had shot towards froze ats it hit the shield and then rebounded back at the man. The man was so shocked that he didn't move out of the way in time and was shot directly in the chest by the bright green light.

The explosion from the rebounded curse cause the roof to give out slightly; pieces of wood falling from the ceiling. Harry was thrown back by the force of the spell but his fall was cushioned by a pillow that had fallen from a broken crib. One piece of wood fell on Alex's head, making a heart shaped scar on his forehead and knocking him out.

End of Flashback

When help finally got there, all they saw was Alex closer to the body of Voldemort and Harry across the room. Dumbledore made the assumption that Alex was behind Voldemort's downfall because of the Alex's placement. He did a magic check on Alex and found that he had small traces of dark magic on him. That was all the proof he needed or wanted. And nobody questioned him because bedsides the fact that it had been Dumbledore who bequeathed it to be true, Alex was the eldest born, so it was natural that the eldest would want to protect his younger brother.

But if he had bothered to make a check on Harry, he would have found that Harry had a lot more traces of dark magic that Alex.

But he didn't. And that's why Harry is all alone in his room on his fifth birthday while his brother and parents were downstairs having a birthday party all for him. They never noticed him anymore. All they saw was Alex. All they thought about was Alex. All they talked about was Alex.

Alex did this.

Alex did that.

Alex, Alex, Alex…

Their parents praised Alex for doing things that Harry had been doing long before Alex had even thought to do it.

Never Harry. Even his own godfather, Sirius, never thought of him. Whenever he came over, all he wanted to see was Alex.

It took Harry a short while to realize that no one loved him.

Well, not exactly no one. There was Uncle Moony. His godfather.

Moony was the only one who saw him; who cared for; who played with him; who gave him presents for his birthday. In fact, Harry was pretty sure that Remus was the only who would care or notice if he died or not. Moony was the one that taught him how to read at such a young age and was always giving him novels and books on magic. Remus made Harry feel as loved as much as he could.

Moony would have been there for his birthday but Harry had heard earlier that he was sick so he couldn't make it. That made Harry feel even worse about his day. First his parents had only woke up Alex to give him his birthday breakfast. Harry woke up about an hour later to see that Alex was already opening the gigantic piles of present that the wizarding world as well as his parents had given him and there was no breakfast for him at the table. Harry had gotten two gifts, both of them from his godfather: a book on magical theory and a necklace of a silver wolf with amber eyes. Just like Remus'.

And now he was in his room; alone in silence listening to the commotion that was going on downstairs while trying to read his new book about transfiguration. Everyone was laughing and playing around. They didn't even notice that he wasn't there.

His heart, if it was even more possible, broke even more as he thought that he didn't belong there.

Then he made a decision that he wasn't sure was wise or not.

He decided to run away. It's not like anyone would notice that he was gone. So what's wrong with just up and leaving?

With that in mind, he put his book down and walked out of his small room. He didn't bring anything except for the necklace that his Uncle Moony gave him. He didn't have anything else worth taking with him. He walked downstairs. He saw his family and godfather sitting in the living room. All the adults sat around Alex as he played with his new toy snitch. Harry's heart twisted more as he watched. A tear escaped one of his eyes as he walked to the back door in the kitchen.

'Sorry Moony.' He hesitated for a moment before taking the plunge and walking outside in the cold night air. The crescent moon was above his head and shined down on his face as he ran further out into the yard. He felt a tingle of resistance as he ran past the wards that protected the house from danger. And he ran farther into the forest outside of the wards towards that nearest town and disappeared into the darkness of the wood.

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All of a sudden, Alex felt empty. And it wasn't a sort 'hungry' empty. Or a bored empty, neither. But it felt like something in his heart was empty. Like there was huge hole right in the center. He racked his brain on what could be the cause of it and only came to one conclusion.

Harry!

He looked around for Harry but didn't see him anywhere around. "Mommy, daddy! Where's Harry?"

Lily and James spared each other a glance before looking around the living room. "He's not here, Alex. He's probably upstairs reading." Lily said.

"Well, I want him here. Go get him!" he commanded.

James put a hand on Lily's shoulder and smiled, "I'll get him." He stood up with a groan and walked up the stairs. Sirius watched his back as he disappeared up the stairs. They heard some muffled words which were obviously James, but none from a small little boy.

There were some hurried steps that wandered around the top floor and then James ran down the stairs and stopped in front of the small group. "Harry's not in his room. Or anywhere upstairs." He said an anxious tone.

Lily eyes widened with that news. "He couldn't have wandered outside, could he?" she started to bite her nails in worry.

"I'm not sure. I'll check the wards. If he's still inside, they'll be able to know where he is." He walked to the basement and went downstairs. Both Sirius and Lily sat in apprehension for him to return with Harry. Alex looked around at both of them, wondering what was going on and where Harry was.

They heard more hurried steps as James ran back upstairs. "The wards can't find him." He said in haste as he ran to the front yard after getting a jacket from the coat rack. Lily seized one as well and followed him.

"I'll check the back yard." Sirius said and he ran to the back yard.

They called for Harry over and over but received no answer. They realized it was no use after an hour of searching and looking all over the house and yard twice. By the time they were done, Lily was in hysteric tears of guilt while both James and Sirius had looks of shame marring their faces.

Sirius stood outside looking at the sky, tears going down his face. He had realize what had happened, and he had could not blame Harry. It was his fault. His entire fault. Well, it wasn't his entire fault. Some it went to his parents as well, but some it was his fault to not notice Harry's unhappiness. He should have noticed if Remus had if he was sad. No wonder he ran away.

And what about Remus?

Sirius noticed how close Remus and Harry were. But until now, he couldn't understand how he could spend more time with Harry than with Alex.

Remus is going to be heartbroken.

Sirius wiped his face after sighing forlornly. Slowly, he trekked back to the house to hear Lily and James trying to explain to Alex where his brother went. He inwardly vowed that if they ever did find Harry again, he would give him as much love as Alex, maybe even more.

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Remus felt so much better than last night. And even if he wasn't still feeling well from the full moon two days ago, nothing could stop him from seeing his emerald-eyed cub, Harry. He knew that he would not get many gifts for his birthday and he felt horrible for not being there for his birthday since he knew no one else would; he just couldn't get out of bed. He was too exhausted. But now he felt much better and he was heading there as soon as possible to his cub. He had a few more presents in his arms for his birthday knowing that Harry would need more gifts than the very few he knew he had gotten.

He walked into his fireplace and said the address. A few seconds later he was in the living room of the Potter home. He already saw most of the family. Alex was eating a hearty breakfast. Lily was drinking a cup of something; eyes red and puffy and heavy bags under them. James didn't look any better. His eyes were downcast an everlasting grimace on his face as he looked into his coffee cup. Sirius was there as well; his elbows on the dining table and his face in his hands.

But no Harry in sight.

"Hello, everyone." Remus said merrily, despite the grave uneasiness that was in the room.

Everyone except for Alex turned towards him in surprise as if they hadn't noticed that he had walked in. Sirius eyes widened as he saw him; something akin to dread swirling in his gray eyes. He averted his eyes from Remus' view; turning them back to the table he sat at.

Lily just stared at him with deep sadness and James did the same as Sirius and looked at the wall behind Remus. The mood became even worse when he asked the question that they all knew was coming.

"Where's Harry? I have a few more presents to give him." He held up the three wrapped present that were in his hands to prove his point. He gave a nervous smile to the dejected group.

With those words, Lily sprang into a fit of tears. James sighed despondently and looked at the carpeted floor. "Alex. Go upstairs and play with your toys." He said without looking at him."

Alex pouted, "But Daddy-!"

"Now Alex!" James said firmly. He wasn't in the mood to argue and Alex could tell. He jumped out of his chair and walked upstairs. No one spoke until they heard a thud of a door closing.

Remus' smile faded at the severe looks that Sirius and James had and asked, "What happened? Where's Harry?" he said anxiously.

No one answered. Remus became more and more troubled. Where's Harry? Where was his cub?

"Where is Harry?" he questioned louder.

"We don't know." Sirius mumbled miserably after a few second of silence.

Remus just stared at him. "What do you mean 'you don't know'?" he said slightly disturbed by that answer.

What James said made him panic more, "Just that. We don't know where he is."

There was a pregnant pause, then Remus let his hand fall limply to his sides; his gifts fell to the kitchen floor and Lily flinched slightly at the sound of glass breaking as they did. Remus held a blank gaze of shock before sinking to his knees in distress.

Harry… gone? This cannot be happening. It just couldn't be… His cub… Harry…

"Don't worry. We already have a search party from the ministry looking for him. He'll be back with us in no time." Sirius said with a false smile, trying to give his friend some hope in this dire situation. It, unfortunately, didn't do what it was supposed to do for the grieving werewolf.

Remus looked up at them with something akin to withheld rage as he stood from the ground. "Don't worry… Don't worry! How could you tell me not to worry? Harry is all alone in this world; somewhere on the streets cold and probably hungry! I'm not saying that he was not alone living here as well, but at least he had a bed to sleep on and food to eat! His own parents didn't even notice how lonely Harry was… how broken his heart was… And you want me to not worry! I'm sorry but I cannot do that!" He turned on his heel and stomped back the fireplace.

James stood up, "Remus, where are you going?" he said in a hurry.

Remus didn't stop walking, "Well since you're not going to look for own son yourself, I'm going to look for him myself."

When the emerald blaze engulfed and he was gone, Lily broke open into another fit of tears. "He's right! We're monsters! How could we do that to our other son? Harry is just as important as Alex and Remus was the only one who knew that!"

James walked over to her and embraced her in comforting, thought Lily wouldn't stop weeping. "We will find Harry, Lily, I swear it. We will find him."

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Four months, two weeks, and five days since Harry had ran away.

Two months, three weeks, three day since he had a place to sleep.

Four weeks, six days since he had a bath.

Five days since he had a good enough meal.

And a day since he had swig of water.

Harry didn't know how much longer he would last. Living on one's own at his age was way harder than he thought it would be. Harry didn't want to think this way, but he knew that if he didn't find anything to eat or drink he could most certainly die. Harry wasn't one of those kids who held a false hope for everything; he knew that death was possible for him. The problem was that he didn't want to die just yet.

He needed a real meal this time; he might not live much longer on morsels from the trash. He needed to get something from one of the restaurants in the town he always wandered in. He didn't like to admit nor do it but he had to pick-pocket someone this time.

And what do ya know. He saw his victim right across the street. It was a man in a business suit sitting in a bench, a briefcase resting in his lap. Harry took a closer look from where he was standing and noticed the bulge in one of his pockets meaning one thing: a wallet.

When the man stood to go wherever he needed to, Harry chose to make his move. He walked to the nearest crosswalk and without even looking to see if a car was coming in his haste to get something to eat started walking across the street. He had to save his energy for running after taking the wallet if the man found out to soon. That's when a stunning cherry convertible started speeding down the street; and it look like it wasn't about to stop anytime soon. But Harry, in his desperate haze of mind, didn't notice. He barely registered someone yelling, "Watch out kid!" He looked up finally and saw the car barreling towards him. He stood in shock, not able to move out of the way to save himself.

The car was only a few meters from him when a person ran out into the street and grabbed him bodily and leaped out of the car's path onto the other side of the street. Harry reflexively closed his eyes when the car had gotten closer and when he felt himself being lifted into someone arms and carried off. He didn't open his eyes until he heard someone say in a soft female voice, "Are you alright child?"

He opened his eyes to see a very pretty woman with long black hair. Her hair wasn't like his own, all messy and what not; it was shiny, sleek down her back, and her parted bangs in front of her face, covering one of her eyes was wavy. She had an unnatural hue of red and a beauty mark under the left side of her lips which were clad in a dark red lipstick. She also wore dark red eye shadow.

When he did not immediately answer, the woman questioned him again, "Are you alright?"

He merely nodded, still feeling the shock from almost dying. The woman looked around and noticed the crowd that was surrounding them. She picked up Harry and carried him to a nearby alleyway.

She put him down, but didn't let go when she noticed that the child couldn't stand. While the woman was looking him over to see if there was any injury on his body, Harry got a closer look of what she was wearing. She was wearing a strapless dark red silk shirt with black lace at the bottom and ribbon hanging down the front of it and simple black velvet pants and high heels.

"You seem to be alright." She said absentmindedly. She looked him in the eyes before asking, "Now would you like to tell me where your parents are. I can take you back to them. I'm sure they're worried about where you are and are looking all over the place for you." Harry couldn't help but feel light headed at the sound of her voice. It was soft and flowing. It reminded him of the petals of a rose. He hadn't even comprehended what she had said.

"Honey, your parents? Where was the last place you saw them? I can help you find them." Her words started to make sense in his head, and they filled him with dread and sadness. He didn't want to go back to them. Not after what they did to him. After the torment he'd been through. He couldn't live that way again… ever again. He looked down at the ground, trying to keep the tears that have been threatening to overflow for years from leaving him.

"Please," he whispered so softly the woman had to strain to hear him. "Don't take me back to them. I don't want to back. They wouldn't want me to come back." A few tears fell to the ground.

"That's nonsense. I bet they're really worried about you-" The woman was interrupted by Harry who started to weep in her shoulder. He started to cry about his life and his parents not wanting him and all they cared about was his brother Alex Potter. He spoke of being all alone even when he had lived with his family. He complained about how they only noticed when Alex had first done accidental magic when Harry had done it months before him. The boy cried for another ten minutes before passing out from exhaustion and hunger. And the dark haired woman looked at him with slight astonishment crossing her features.

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Lulu had been having a regular day. She needed to get a book on dark magic rituals that could only be found in the Earthkian wizarding world. There weren't that many magic stores in Spira for her kind of tastes. She had been planning to go to Knockturn Alley. She had been planning that once she got her book she would go back to Besaid Village, settle down in her hut, and read it. She had been planning the next day to try some of the spells out as well.

But all of her plans were put to an abrupt halt when she met… well more like saved… Harrison Potter. She was shocked to learn of who his family was. Even though she lived in Spira, she still had magical blood. She sometimes kept in touch with the news that went around the wizarding worlds on Earth. She knew of Alexander Potter; the famous Potter family. She had also heard they had another son, but the papers had only mentioned him once in her memory. This must be him.

'I guess the Potters aren't as pure as everyone thought.' She said as she looked down at the exhausted child. He looked about five and far too thin. It looked like he had eaten anything in a week. She could tell that he hadn't been getting any good sleep either.

He didn't want to go back to his family. Maybe he was just saying it out of frustration. But right now, she would have to make a choice. She put the boy in a better position to hold and picked him up.

'I'll let him sleep in my hut, give him something eat," She smelled the stench from the boy. 'Give him a nice bath. Then I'll ask him again if he wants to go back to his family."

And with that she walked into the shadows of the alley and disappeared into the darkness.

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End of Chapter 1

AN: Well, what do you think? Good? Bad? R&R. For those people thinking 'Those aren't Lulu's clothes." Well, I highly doubt that Lulu wore the same thing for ten years of her life. She had to have something different to wear. I know Harry's name isn't Harrison but I wanted it that way. So haha.