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October 31st, the day that two boys' lives changed, one of them chosen as the boy-who-lived, destined to defeat the Dark Lord Voldemort once and for all. The other one, he was no one, to the eyes of his father he's just someone worthless.

Lily Potter died that night protecting her sons. The younger one Lawrence Potter was hailed the chosen one by his father despite the fact that even the powerful Albus Dumbledore voicing out his concern that he was not sure who the chosen one is. Lawrence, or Lars, is bigger than his older twin, looks can be deceiving, yes, but it doesn't matter to James, after all Lars did have a 'V', which they assumed symbolizes Lord Voldemort, at the centre of his forehead thus making him the one who's marked as Lord Voldemort's equal.

The older one Harold Potter, he's nobody, nobody knows him except the fact that he's the older twin of the boy-who-lived, Dumbledore is fond of him so is his godfather Sirius Black, his father's other bestfriend Remus Lupin and his younger twin, much to the disapproval of their father. He was also marked that night he had a lightning bolt shaped scar on his forehead slightly on the right side.

"Harry, come, come us it's birthday, come go down." A five year old Lars whined to his older twin. It was the night of their fifth birthday and Lars, for the last two years, kept on telling Harry to join the party which Harry always refused. The reasons were one; it will make Lars not play with the others, two; their father would not like it even if Lars keeps on whining, three; he doesn't want to be around the idiots, four; he'll just be an outcast at the party whether he and Lars likes it or not, but this night he'll go down even if it's just for a few minutes.

"Alright little brother." Harry said and Lars beamed with delight. They both went down to see the other guests with Lars holding Harry's hand dragging him to meet his friends. Harry spared a glance at their father who glared at him but refrained from yelling at him and making a scene.

Lars introduced the others there "This Neville," Neville was a shy, chubby boy who's a day older than them, "and this Ron" a red-head who's as dumb as a troll and likes to point out obvious things.

"'This is' not 'this'." Harry corrected his brother who lightly scowled at him. At five years old Harry is quite good in vocabulary, when not being thrashed, locked up, and yelled at by his father he smuggles some books from the library, not that his father would notice it.

When the opening of presents was about to start, Harry quickly slid out away from the people, as if someone would notice him anyway, his father certainly wouldn't, and he had told his Godfather that he doesn't want to be in front of many people so they, him, Remus and Professor Dumbledore, decided not to push it, which he was thankful for.

"Harry! Dear boy!" Professor Dumbledore, the Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry in Scotland, made his way towards him, who was sitting on the stairs. A man with a shoulder length hair, a scowl on his face, wearing a black robe with billowing cloak that made him look like an overgrown bat that he knows as Professor Severus Snape, Potions Master of Hogwarts, Head of Slytherin House, and archenemy of their father, was with the old Headmaster. This was the first time that the Headmaster brought along his Potions Master.

"Hello! Professor Dumbledore, Professor Snape." He greeted the two politely with a cheerful smile that he forced out of himself. The Headmaster smiled at him with that ever bright twinkle in his bright blue eyes while the Potions Master just gave him a nod.

"Why, may I ask, are you sitting here alone and not enjoying the grandeur birthday party that your father prepared?" The Potions Master asked though without a hint of concern neither in his eyes nor in his tone.

Harry just shrugged and he saw the Potions Master sneer at him. He was to say something when the Headmaster waved his hand and small box with red and gold wrappings appeared on to his hand "Happy birthday my boy!" The old man handed the present to him and he smiled gratefully.

There were only three people who give Harry presents, and one of those three is the Headmaster, the other two is his Godfather, Sirius Black, and his father's other friend, Remus Lupin. They had already given him their gifts two books about charms and transfigurations.

"I doubt his birthday is jovial, Headmaster." The Potions Master remarked, earning the man a small glare from the Headmaster. "Nevertheless I shall wish you good health." The man took a vial from one of his pocket and gave it to Harry. The vial contains gold liquid. Harry looked at the Headmaster and the old man just nodded at him.

"I know you know what that is, as the Headmaster always said that you are...indubitably smart for your age," The Potions Master said. "Normally I would not give it to anybody, let alone a five year old boy who probably has a propensity for trouble judging who your father is, so use it well Potter." The man spat the name like poison from his mouth.

"Yes, thank you Sir for the gifts." Harry said with a fake yawn but looks almost a real one "I'm sleepy Sir, I should go now. Good night Sirs."

"Goodnight dear boy." The Headmaster said, giving him a hug.

"Goodnight Mr. Potter." The Potions Master said, giving him a nod, a hug would be ludicrous. Harry then ran through the stairs and disappeared from sight.

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"What are you planning old man?" Severus asked as soon as the boy was out of sight and earshot.

The Headmaster chuckled lightly. "What plan Severus?"

"Oh I don't know, maybe a plan as to why you would have me give a five year old boy Felix Felicis." He said with annoyance apparent in his voice.

"I do not have a plan." The Headmaster said, walking back to the living room. "But I think Harry does"

Severus scowled. "What can a five year old boy plan to do Headmaster?"

"All in good time my boy, all in good time."

They were just sitting there around those miscreants for some amount of time. Why the Headmaster insisted on staying in that place with all those little demons running around is beyond him. Probably an hour had past and they were still there in that blasted house, the guests are leaving one by one and when the last of them left they were still there.

"James," The Headmaster called for Potter's attention. "You should check on Harry he retired a while ago to his room."

"What? Oh yeah...I'll go check on him later." Potter responded, immediately trying to take away the talk about his other son.

"No" the Headmaster disagreed. "We'll check on him now." Potter could not argue with the Headmaster, basically no one can really, so not a minute passed and they were lead upstairs to the boy's bedroom, the farthest door from the stairs. They entered the room, it was small really small if you live in a manor, there were no toys and the room is not well decorated. The boy was nowhere in sight.

"The boy's not here." Severus rolled his eyes. Trust James Potter to point out the obvious.

"Point-me Harry Potter." The wand just kept spinning at the Headmaster's hand meaning that the boy is no longer in that room. Lawrence Potter then tugged on his father and gave him a paper.

"He's gone" James Potter said after a very short glance at the paper. He handed the note to the Headmaster who read it out loud.

"I left, obviously, if you're reading this.

Father you hate me then I hate you too you stuck up prick, I didn't do anything to you and you're very bad to me, I don't like the cupboard and I don't like being slapped." James Potter did not seem to care about his son's opinion of him that he just snorted.

"What's goin' on? Where's Harry?" The mutt, Sirius Black, and the wolf, Remus Lupin, barged in the bedroom. No one answered him and the Headmaster continued to read the note.

"Lars, little brother, thank you and I'll be back, I promise :D

Uncle Sirius and Uncle Remus thanks for all the books you gave me

Professor Dumbledore thanks for the bracelet I like it..."The old man stopped for a moment before continuing.

"Professor Snape thanks for the Felix Felicis, I didn't use it to leave it might come in handy for something other than escaping as leaving the mansion is not that hard as I'm not connected to it anyway and everybody's busy with Lars' party.

H"

"Happy now James?" The Headmaster said gravely. "I warned you not to push away your son, I warned you that darkness comes from neglect, I warned you that maybe the next time you see your son he will be the next Dark Wizard or Dark Lord. I warned you James Potter."

"James how could you do this? To Harry, to your own son, to MY Godson!" An enraged Sirius Black snarled. Severus took delight in seeing the two best of friends fight.

"It's not like I told him to leave." James Potter snapped back. Potter's response fuelled some ire on the wolf for the wolf sent a punch to Potter's face. Fortunately, Severus was quick enough to cover the little brat's eyes so not to see violence in front.

"You better find him James, or we swear we'll take Lars from you, you're not a good father." The mutt said angrily.

Potter scoffed at his friend or maybe former best friend starting in a few minutes "And you think you will be a good father for my son? What're you gonna do expose him to those wonderfulparents of yours?" That gained Potter another punch from the wolf.

How Lily must be spinning in her grave by this man's stupidity, Severus thought.

"Enough!" boomed the old man who had been silent for a little bit too long "Find your son James or Lars goes to Sirius and Remus."

"What!?" Potter exclaimed. "You can't do that! I'm his father I have every right to raise him!"

"You had that right until you let one of your son go. Come, Severus." The Headmaster's voice was unusually stern, a very rare tone he uses. Severus followed the Headmaster and glanced once to the boy who had just lost his brother, he was sobbing, sitting on his older twin's bed holding the letter on his heart.

"Please tell me this was not your plan Headmaster." Severus said with an exasperated tone as soon as they went back to the castle and into the Headmaster's office.

"Like I said, Severus, I have no plan, but the boy has." The old man paused. "If James truly cares about his son he'll find him. Harry's just a little boy after all."

"And if he doesn't?"

"Then it will be his loss not Harry's."

"You know where the boy is." It was a statement not a question after Severus continually observed that the Headmaster is way too calm about the matter at hand. The Headmaster did not reply but Severus had a feeling that the answer is 'yes'

"I do not know why Potter hates that boy, he's his son."

"You're your father's son too Severus." The Headmaster pointed out.

"Yes..." he drawled. "But my father is a muggle he despises magic. Potter is an egoistic, pureblood wizard."

"He has her eyes does he not, Severus?" Severus scowled at the sudden question that has no relevance whatsoever to why the boy was hated by his father. "Do you not have any idea at all why James dislikes Harry greatly?"

"I wouldn't be asking you if I do now would I!?" he snapped. "There is absolutely no reason for him to dislike the boy. He's his son, he's his clone, except the eyes, that and the boy looks too timid and quiet that even I have to admit that."

"But he's not the boy-who-lived, in James' eyes." The Headmaster said calmly before popping one of those disgusting Lemon drops in his mouth.

Severus threw the old man an incredulous look. "Albus, that reason is incredibly petty."

The old man shrugged his shoulders lightly "Did you not always say that James Potter is a" the old man cleared his throat and started mimicking Severus with a slightly squeaking voice, "juvenile delinquent that will be an arrogant and pompous arse until the day he goes to his grave."

Someday his employer will be the death of him. He pinched the bridge of his nose. "Don't imitate my voice Albus, other than you can't do it, you make me sound incredibly less respectable." Severus said in annoyance to the old man. "So where is the boy?"

"That I do not know, my boy, everything did not go exactly as I hoped it would, the boy is clever." The Headmaster said with a sigh. "The bracelet that I gave him would be a means to track him, but I saw, and read at his letter, that he left it by the window when the three were yelling at each other."

Severus smirked at the old man. "Outsmarted by a five year old boy, Headmaster?" then he paused. "The boy could probably be anywhere, anywhere at all, how, will they find him?"

"Moreover, what if they don't find him?" Severus was worried, not because of the boy but because that boy is his friend's child.

"Then we hope that either they or we do."