A/N: Oh muse, you work in mysterious ways. So hello guys! This idea came to me as I was cleaning my room. Don't ask how, it just did okay? So I hope you enjoy!

The date was October 31st 1981. It was a quiet night in Godric's Hollow. The Potter family was in their hidden cottage with their twin boys: Harry and Drew. Harry had messy black hair and emerald green eyes. Many would say that Harry had Lily's eyes. Drew on the other hand had brown hair and his father's hazel eyes. Harry and Drew were very close to each other and were rarely ever seen apart from one another.

Unbeknownst to the happy family, a shadowy figure was slowly approaching their door. This man was Lord Voldemort. He was the most feared dark wizard of their time. As soon as he reached the door, he threw it down with a powerful blasting hex.

"Lily, take the twins and run!" He heard James say. Voldemort stunned him and continued up the stairs where he knew Lily Potter the mudblood and her children would be. He blasted down the door to the nursery where he saw Lily standing in front of her two children which effectively blocked them from his sight.

"Move aside silly girl." Voldemort hissed. Lily had tears in her eyes and she shook her head. Voldemort sighed and stunned her before she could take out her wand. He looked over at the two cribs. He knew for a fact that Drew Potter was the youngest brother who was destined to defeat him. He pointed his wand at Drew and fired the killing curse. He watched on in horror as the spell reflected off of Drew and hit Voldemort himself. With a final scream, Voldemort was dead. The only evidence that Drew was the one to defeat him was the scar upon his forehead in the shape of a lightning bolt.

About an hour later, Albus Dumbledore came running up to the Potter household. He noticed James lying down in the hallway and quickly checked for a pulse. When he found one, he cast ennerverte on him and watched James slowly come back to consciousness.

"Albus! Lily, do you know where she is? Oh, and the twins!" James ran up the stairs in a panic as he searched for his wife and kids. He nearly sobbed when he saw that she was indeed alive. When he looked over at the boys, he sobbed even harder. Both of the boys looked at him curiously. When James looked closer at Drew, he noticed the scar on his baby boy's forehead.

"Albus can you come here for a second?" James yelled as he woke up Lily. The two parents each took a child. James had Drew in his arms and Lily had Harry. Lily and James were both looking oddly at the scar that had manifested itself onto their son's forehead.

"It's a curse scar. I believe what happened is that when Voldemort cast the killing curse upon Drew, it rebounded for some reason and hit Voldemort instead. This scar must be the result of this strange phenomenon." Dumbledore said as he examined Drew's head. "As of today, your son is the only known person to ever survive the killing curse. He is the boy who lived. We will have to start training him as soon as he is able." Dumbledore declared.

"Why must we start training Drew?" James asked. Voldemort was dead wasn't he? What would become of his son Harry? Dumbledore told them that he knew that one day Voldemort would return. He told the Potter's about the prophecy and how their son Drew was the chosen one. James and Lily agreed to train their son as soon as they could.

What the Potter's didn't know was that this decision would forever change young Harry's life. It would set off a course of events that would bring change to the world.

A/N: And that's it! So basically Drew Potter is in fact the chosen one. If anyone wishes to know the details of what this means, feel free to leave a review or pm me!