So I had a weird dream last night about Harry Potter. If I wasn't obsessed before now I completely am. This is a story about Harry when he is sent to live with his aunt and uncle because Dumbledore believes it will be safer for him there. This is a twin fic where Harry's brother Michael was named the Boy-Who-Lived, also James and Lily are alive. There is a slight twist though.

Chapter 1: Running away

Harry James Potter wasn't like the other normal kids in his first grade class. In fact Harry wasn't even remotely normal compared to them. Harry was small for his age, with knobby knees and a thin face enhanced by the huge wire rimmed glasses he wore that were tapped in the middle from the multiple times his cousin, Dudley Dursley, had hit him. He always wore huge baggy clothes that made all the rest of the happy carefree children stay far away from him.

The next thing that made him not normal was the fact that Harry had been abandoned by his parents. Abandoned because his younger brother Michael was considered the Boy-Who-Lived. Not wanting to take care of two children James and Lily Potter shipped poor little Harry off to his relatives. It didn't help Harry's esteem to be reminded by his uncle Vernon and cousin that he was an unwanted freak that no one ever wanted. Harry had cried himself to sleep more times than he could count by their hurtful words.

The last thing that made Harry so hated by his relatives was the fact that odd things occurred around the young boy. Objects exploding on accident, jumping up on the school's roof, managing to make all the flowers grow or die according to his mood, odd things that made his aunt Petunia whisper "Freak" in her high pitch scratchy voice.

Harry had no friends, no one to love him, no one to show him any kindness at all. All because he wasn't "normal" like the rest of world. Not even his teachers liked him because he was odd. Abnormal. Creepy. Strange. A freak.

Harry sniffled in the dark, rubbing the scratchy sleeve of his too big of a shirt against his face. Once again Harry had been teased constantly at school and had come back to his Aunts house hoping to crawl in his bed which was located under the stairs. Yet fate seemed to hate Harry Potter.

His aunt Petunia had demanded that Harry weed out her endless garden or he wouldn't get any supper. Wordlessly Harry had obeyed her, working in the hot sticky sun until he was covered in sweat and dirt. Coming into the house his aunt had shrieked at him for getting his muddy shoes on her clean kitchen floor and had thrown him into the closet under the stairs.

There Harry sat. Hungry, cold, and utterly alone. Completely forgotten by his relatives who had enjoyed a scrumptious supper and had gone to bed full and relaxed.

Harry wanted nothing more than to escape from his closet, this house, this whole country in fact. He wanted to leave right that second, not even caring that he had no where to go. That no one would help him because he was, after all, a freak. He hated them. Every single one of them. The kids at school who made fun of his big clothes and broken glasses, Dudley, his aunt and uncle, his abandoning parents, as well as Michael his younger brother-

Harry's dark thoughts were interrupted by the loud grumbling of his stomach. Harry sniffled loudly before placing a hand on his stomach to quiet its demands. His small hand brushed against his chest were his ribs were dangerously showing. Harry bit his lower lip when he noticed that nothing except for food would make his stomach quiet.

Slowly sliding off of his thin mattress Harry stumbled toward the door, hoping that they had forgotten to lock him in. Harry's eyebrows furrowed when he yanked on the stubborn door.

Harry sighed. "They locked me in."

Harry focused on the door, narrowing his bright green emerald eyes at it. Then some odd force washed over him forcing itself into the door. With a snap the door eerily creaked open. Blinking in surprise Harry shrugged before continuing on toward the kitchen.

"It must have been stuck," Harry assured himself as he snuck into the clean kitchen.

Harry opened the refrigerator hoping that there was something that he would be able to eat without heating it up. Sticking his small head into the cold Harry began to look slowly though all the shelves. Just when he decided on eating some carrots something grabbed the back of his shirt yanking him forcefully away from the refrigerator.

Harry's bright eyes widened as he was faced with his uncle who was breathing heavily like a bull.

"Boy!" Uncle Vernon shouted still lifting Harry off of the ground by his shirt. "How dare you! How DARE you! Sneaking into the kitchen to get food when you were clearly told to stay into your closet!"

"But-But-" Harry started not knowing what he could say to get out of trouble. "I thought you were asleep."

His uncles face turned red. "You thought we were asleep! So you've done this before you scrawny little brat! After all we have done! Giving you clothes, food, and a place to sleep! Yet to turn around and sneak food when you are being punished! I should have known better than to let one of your deranged kind into my house! I shouldn't have convinced Petunia to throw you out a long time ago!"

"My kind?" Harry winced as his leg whacked into the door frame as his uncle thundered toward the front door.

"Your not good lot!" His uncle hissed dangerously. "I'm sick and tired of seeing your pathetic face in my house! Lying! Stealing from us! Its enough! I will not allow you to stay here any more!"

"W-What?" Harry's eye's widened as his uncle past his closet where he usually went for his punishment.

"You're out of my house boy! Right now! I'll deal with Petunia later!" His uncle gripped the door handle that vanished into his huge meat claw of a hand, yanking it open with more force than necessary. "Out! Get out!"

His uncle threw Harry out into the cold night. Harry tumbled and rolled on the hard concrete walkway, scraping his hands as he tried to steady himself. Harry looked toward the front door where his uncle was fuming. "Wait! Please Uncle Vernon I wont be bad anymore! I promise. I'll be good. I promise!"

"Stay out you filthy piece of garbage! I don't want to see your sorry excuse of a face any more around here! Oh and if I do boy there is going to be more hell to pay than all of your punishments combined," Uncle Vernon hissed before slamming the door loudly, so loudly in fact it echoed throughout the neighborhood.

Harry stumbled up into a standing position. His head was throbbing from the contact it had made with the walk way. Looking dazed and confused at the front door the events that happened in merely a minute didn't register to Harry. His uncle had kicked him out.

Harry back away from the dark house still in his daze. As he slowly walked down the dark neighborhood that sentence kept repeating over and over in his head. His uncle had kicked him out. His uncle had kicked him out.

Despite Harry's earlier thoughts of wanting to escape from his aunts and uncle's home Harry only felt more abandoned than before. He couldn't even feel happy that he would never have to do all of their chores, or be picked on, or stay in his small cramped closet ever again. His only thoughts were that his relatives didn't want him, again.

Lost in the cloud of his depressing thoughts Harry didn't even realize that he had walked all the way to the park. Alone. In the dark. The dangers that others usually were paranoid about didn't even register to the small boy as he stumbled toward the swings. His favorite place to sit and think.

Harry sat heavily on to the blue swing before slowly starting to push back and forth. The calm swaying of the swings slowly caressed Harry out of his depressing mood. The thoughts still raged on in his head but more at a peaceful level. A level low enough that Harry could just get lost in the lull of the swings movements.

That was until two figures came out of the bushes by the forest complaining loudly. Harry froze on the swing as they drew closer to him. Harry noticed that they were small, luckily not an adult. That and also one was a boy while the smaller figure was a girl.

"Way to go, you got us lost!" The boy groaned loudly was they stumbled up the hill to the playground.

"No I didn't!" The girl objected. "We are merely taking the long route home."

"Ella, look around," The boy gestured at the play ground. "I've never been here before in my life. How can you possibly know we are taking the long way home huh?"

"Well," Ella-the girl-started slowly. "Is it taking us a long time to get home?"

"Yes," The boy growled out.

"See we are taking the long way home," Ella cheerfully declared laughing brightly. "We'll be there shortly. You'll see. Then we can eat that yummy pie your mom made for dessert."

"If we ever get home," The boy mournfully sighed.

"Oh shush Cole," Ella made a shushing noise. "You are such a pessimist."

"Says the optimist," Cole-the boy-narrowed his eyes back at the girl who had long black hair running silkily down her small back.

"Its better to be an optimist than to be a depressing pessimist-Oh!" Ella countered before catching sight of Harry staring at them with wide eyes. "Hello there! We didn't even see you!"

"Ella," Cole warned as Ella skipped cheerfully toward Harry with a bright smile on her small cute round face.

"Hello there sweetie," Ella smiled brightly stopping right in front of Harry. Towering over his small frame in a innocent way. "What are you doing out here?"

Harry remained quiet clamping his lips down tightly. Harry could tell that the kids who looked no more than ten years old meant no harm but he still couldn't force himself to talk.

"Ella," Cole walked up slowly behind her assessing Harry to make sure he wouldn't cause either of them any harm. Cole nodded before smiling sadly at the frightened little Harry. "Hey there…"

Ella knelt to be at the same level as Harry to look into his bright eyes. "Hello little one. What are you doing out here alone?"

Silence.

"Well I'm Ella and that's Cole," Ella vaguely gestured behind her where Cole stood with his hands shoved in his pockets as he rocked back and forth on the ball of his heel. "We aren't going to hurt you. I can promise you that."

"Pinky promise?" Harry demanded sticking out his pale little pinky. "No one can ever break a pinky promise. Some evil curse will descend on you if you do that."

Ella laughter filled the silence abandoned park. Twisting her pale pinky with his she shook it once. "Alright it's a promise."

"I'm Harry," Harry grinned pulling his hand away from her warmth. "Harry J-James P-Potter."

"Potter?" Cole questioned confused stepping forward in to the moon light. The moon lit up his handsome sharp features. Cole's blonde hair shone nearly white in the light which made his honey eye's stand drastically.

"Potter. Potter. Do you know a Potter?" Ella questioned confused. Her face was scrunched up in thought as she tried to place where she had heard that name before.

"Yeah I've heard of some Potters before," Cole's voice went from gentle and calming to cold and distant.

Ella's eyes widen as she saw the sudden change in her friend. "Oh well its not important."

"It isn't?" Harry blinked in shocked having been cowering away from them ever since he voiced out his last name.

"No of course not silly," Ella laughed pressing her pointer finger lightly against his small nose. "It just matters how you act and what you truly are on the inside. That's the only thing that matters."

"Really?" Harry asked excited.

"Yes, yes," Ella giggled at how Harry became so excited.

Harry's smiled faded slightly at he looked at the older children. "I'm sorry but I forgot your names."

Ella smiled. "Don't worry about it. My name is Capella Iris Black-"

"-and I'm Cole Jonathan Lupin." Cole finished off with a slight frown on his young yet handsome face.

Ooh, bet you weren't expecting that! Love cliffhangers!

So was it good? What should I work on? Any comments or suggestions are welcome!