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Author's note: So I read some of the stories about Harry's twin or sibling being the BWL and he would get left behind while his parents and siblings were happy and you know. So I got an idea for a sort-of-realistic scenario if this happened, I will add a bit of magic though of course.

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By the way, the title and chapter names come from songs from the play "Spring Awakening" (Don't own). Love the play and it helped inspire this story.

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If you were any person on the street and you were asked the question, "Would you ever abandon your own child in favor of the sibling?" About 99.9% of the people would say, "No".

So was young Harry Potter, only six years old, left at an orphanage in the slum neighborhoods at the edge of London?

We you might be shocked to find that he was indeed abandoned by his parents, in favor of his older brother, Luke.

Still to abandon your own child? However, you have to see the whole story to understand why.

It began after the headmaster of Hogwarts and the leader of the order of the phoenix, proclaimed Luke Potter as the savior and chosen one of the war against the darkness. Since then, Luke got more presents, more time with the parents, and more time with to do whatever he wanted.

Harry was hardly noticed and many kids his age only "befriended" him to get closer to Luke. So he stayed away from making friends since it was pointless.

As a young child, he would try everything he could to get even the slightest glance from either his mom or dad. He tried getting the best grades in primary school as possible. But even with an A+ report card, they only looked to Luke with his B- report card and they went out to get ice cream, Harry was left behind as usual.

Then he tried sports and flying since he knew his dad loved to fly when he was in school. So he trained himself to fly as best as he could…but he wasn't even noticed. His brother was praised when he managed to sit on a broom correctly.

After that he stopped trying, he gave up on gaining any parental affection. Even his "godparents" ignored him, basically everyone did.

One day, when Harry turned six, a small car rolled up to the Potter house. Harry was greeted by a nun with a warm smile.

To Harry horror a moment later, he saw his parents take whatever possessions he had and hand it to her.

He then knew what was happening, he was being sent away for good. With tears falling down his cheeks knew now that he was basically unwanted and his parents didn't love him at all.

The nun, who was called Cindy, took his hand and tried to tell him that everything would be alright.

In her mind, she couldn't understand why these people would send away such a small and sweet child. But what done is done, they signed the papers and Harry was no longer theirs.

Harry looked back at his parents and with huge tears in his eyes, he begged them to take him back and that he would be the best son they ever had. But they stood like statues, no emotion and not an ounce of caring. The nun picked him up while Harry kept begging them and even started screaming at them.

"PLEASE MOMMY! DADDY PLEASE DON'T LEAVE ME!"

They just walked back into the house and shut the door. He heart shattered into a million pieces.

The nun placed the sobbing child in the back seat of the car and buckled him in. He didn't move or speak for whole ride to the orphanage. He just let more tears fall.

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The orphanage was a large place, looked like a giant castle…or a prison. Stone walls, iron and wood doors, gargoyles, old-fashioned oil lamps, and stained glassed windows.

"Harry…I know your really upset right now but you'll be safe here ok" she said softly and gently took his hand into hers.

They walked into the building while some other nuns took the small bags from out of the car.

The lobby was huge with several children playing on the floor. They looked at him and gave sad smiles; they knew the pain he was in all too well.

An elderly nun with large, thick rimmed glasses came out from the large wooden desk and walked over to Harry.

"We welcome you to St. Mary's Orphanage, Harry. You'll be staying in room 45 with Andy, his your age. You can set settled in for the afternoon and dinner with be served at 6:30. Andy and Cindy will help you learn the rules and where everything is."

Harry nodded quietly, he still felt so cold inside and so sad that he was holding in his tears now.

He couldn't cry anymore, why would he cry for something he never had?

Still the pain was open and horrible.

He realized sadly that he would have to forget about his…parents and his brother. They were gone now and he was alone.

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Several days after being taken to the orphanage, he and Andy became fast friends. Despite the gloom of the stone walls and windows, he saw that the children were overall happy and well cared for. There was a large playroom, a garden and so many things to do. Dinners were good and children talked and laughed.

At night, the nuns would tell them stories and the children would fall sleep with smiles. Despite the place being in a terrible part of town it was a safe and good place for them and Harry was quickly adjusting and making friends.

One day, he was walking out in the garden with Sister Cindy when she saw a young looking woman walking outside of the large iron fence that separated the colorful garden from long winding labyrinth of brick walls covered in vines.

"Cindy, who's that" Harry asked.

"That's Annabelle, she's the grave keeper and digger for our cemetery just passed the labyrinth. She lives with us in the orphanage and also carves the tombstones for us."

"Why is there a cemetery?"

Cindy sighed, "Harry you must understand, this is a huge orphanage. We have thousands of children from virtually every part of Great Britain. Some of those children…are very sickly and some were…not treated so well…so we have place to bury them when they move on" she said softly.

Harry was silent; he really didn't want to hear stories about those kinds of things.

Annabelle was a thin but strong looking woman with long brown hair. She wore large black work boots, a straw hat with a half-moon pendant clipped onto the blue ribbon wrapped around the rim of the hat, a long tan work dress with a belt on her waist, a long brown coat that went down to mid thigh. She was carrying a long black pole with a lantern dangling on the end of it on a hook that was twisted so the light could never fall off. It wasn't lit but he could see a small bulb in the glass. On the top of the pole was a set of small bells, like the ones one would see on charismas. They jingled lightly in the breeze.

Harry saw her stop at the gate and put down the pole to check her boots for a moment. Harry walked over to her and smiled, "Good morning, Annabelle" said Harry softly.

She froze and looked at the boy. After a long moment she smiled and said with a cal and soothing voice, "You can call me Anna, Harry."

She picked up her lantern and walked away while saying, "Come visit me at the cemetery if you want too."

Harry looked stunned but smiled back and waved good-bye.

He walked back to Cindy but couldn't help but wonder, "How did she know my name?"

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