a/n I know this is a bit over used but I thought I may as well write on to enjoy

Prologue

The figure draped in black stood just outside the tangible wards.

A small smile graced his perfect lips.

The rat had already surrendered the prophesised child.

Soon the world would fall.

The women had to live that was the singular agreement the figure had made with his famous potions master.

He waited until a particularly annoying group of trick or treater's scurried past.

How he wished he could kill them all but that would only alert the wards that he was here and allow the child to escape.

That couldn't be allowed that to happen.

He pulled his wand out from its hiding place and began to dismantle the wards.

The wards came down quickly and easily as though they were only meant to slow down an intruder.

Another smirk graced the figures lips as he moved into the now visible house.

The door was blown from its hinges.

"Lily! Its him take the kids and run!" A male voice sounded.

A small frown found its way towards the figures face.

The male was going to try and fight him without a wand?

He was quickly dealt with as a stunner hit him making him collapse in an undignified position.

The figure climbed the stairs making its way up the stairs to the nursery where a red headed women was trying to convince a small child with midnight black hair and killing curse green eyes to crawl within her reach so she could pick him up.

In the cot opposite the green-eyed child was a large fat baby who was crying its eyes out at the attention its brother was receiving.

Hair a few shades darker than the mothers fell straight around his face.

When he cracked open his eyes to see if he was receiving any attention dull boring hazel eyes looked out.

"Stand aside girl." The figure hissed.

"Please not my children take me instead. Please." The girl pleaded.

The figure grew angry and dealt with her the same way as her husband.

Now alone with two children in the room the figure pulled down his hood revealing a handsome face with glowing red eyes.

"Now which of you is the prophesised one?" he asked the children.

The hazel-eyed child began to cry trying to get attention from the figure.

The green-eyed child simply tilted its head slowly.

The figure quickly decided that the green-eyed child was the prophesised one.

The other was just a blob of stupid.

While this child was clearly going to be powerful and intelligent.

He pointed his wand at the child but still it continued to look at him.

"What is wrong with you why do you not cry like you brother?"

In response the child leaned forwards until its forehead leant on the wand.

The figure shook his head.

'Who cares why this child is silent. I need to kill him.' The figure thought and quickly uttered the killing curse and watched in horror as the green light hit the child and bounced off blowing the roof of the house and causing the figures body to burn.

The soul split and latched onto the most powerful thing it could.

The green-eyed child finally let out a cry as the fragmented soul bonded with the child's.

As soon as it was done the child stopped crying and looked around the room.

It was completely destroyed.

His brother was balling his eyes out as a stray piece of wood from the roof had cut his chest right on his heart.

On the green-eyed child's forehead rested a scar shaped like lightning.

It was already fading into a small white outline by the time either of the parents woke.

A man with a long white beard quickly appeared not long after.

"Voldemort is dead." He called when he saw the two children sitting in the room.

"Why are my children still alive?" The girl with red hair asked.

"It seems that one of your children defeated them."

"Skylar had a large cut over his heart when I came to." The man said holding the hazel-eyed child.

The green-eyed child remained in his cot watching.

"It seems that Skylar is the prophesised child, he defeated Voldemort and survived the killing curse." The bearded man called.

The green-eyed child huffed.

The child knew the truth.

His brother was going to steal his achievements.

They didn't even glance at him when they came into the room only his brother.

Skylar was always the favourite and now even more so.

Five years later

"Harry have you packed your things?" mother called out.

"Yes mother." I replied before returning to my book.

I remembered that night, when I almost died.

Days after my brother Skylar had been named the boy-who-lived.

Pathetic the blob of fat did nothing but cry for attention and he got it.

They didn't even give a second glance at the new scar on my head.

I knew I shouldn't care about it he was my brother but he was also a jerk.

He constantly belittled me.

I still remember his tantrum when mother and father had told him he wouldn't be the heir to their fortune.

They had told him that they didn't think it was fair that he would get all the royalties of being the boy who lived and the potter fortune simply because he was older so they named me their heir.

It was finalised now they couldn't change it.

I knew the real reason though.

Uncle Remus had told them about a story that was going to break in the newspaper the next day about Skylar being a spoilt child and getting everything while his poor little brother harry got nothing so as a publicity stunt I was name the heir.

I didn't care about the money only that Skylar didn't get it.

I busied myself with books uncle Remus and uncle Sirus had given me from their travels.

I found myself fascinated by a particular one about Salazar Slytherin and Godric Gryffindor.

I know everyone says slytherin's evil but I happened to like him.

He was cunning and smart not stupid and foolish like Gryffindor.

So what if he had different views on the muggle world than everyone else.

I walked down stairs after asking the house elf to shrink my belongings.

The elves all like me more than my parents and Skylar.

I treated them nicely while others simply treated them like scum.

Before I had left I slipped them all an item of clothing.

They were all free but would stay behind until I called them.

Today my parents where shipping me off somewhere.

I knew they didn't want me but this was a little drastic.

They wouldn't care of course but they would as soon as I was able to I was going to extract my revenge.

I smirked to myself.

"Ready to go harry?" Mother asked.

I nodded.

"Will I be able to say goodbye to uncle Remus first?" I asked.

She hesitated but nodded leaving to call Remus.

"ha-ha nobody loves you. I knew it was only a matter of time before they got rid of you." Skylar called smugly from the living room. "Here I got you a going away gift." He laughed throwing a photo at me.

It was the only photo my parents had ever taken of me.

It was a photo of Uncle Remus reading to me as I sat on his lap.

I picked it up and smiled.

"Harry what's wrong?" Uncle Remus called sweeping me into a hug the moment he arrived.

"They're sending me away." I whispered into his jacket.

"What why?" he asked turning to mother and father.

"You know we only wanted one child Remus and it's to difficult to protect two." James said calmly as though this would explain everything.

"I don't care you don't abandon a child. Give him to me. I'll raise him." Uncle Remus offered holding my hand.

"We can't do that you're a wolf you can't take care of him." Lily said looking down her nose at him.

Uncle Remus let out a growl.

"Remus, let go of harry now." James yelled pointing his wand at him.

"No if you don't want him then let him come with me!" Uncle Remus argued.

There was a flash of red light and uncle Remus fell down.

I felt tears run down my face as I was dragged away from Uncle Remus.

The next few hours past in a blur I was dropped at mothers sisters house.

They didn't want me either so I quickly found myself standing outside the large doors of an orphanage with uncle Vernon.

He knocked loudly and huffed when the door didn't open immediately.

After a second a plump old women opened the door.

"Can I help you?"

"Yes here!" he said shoving me through the door.

"We can't just take her."

"He's not my son. I found him he told me his parents where dead."

Before the women could reply uncle Vernon was gone.

I stood nervously in the door clutching the picture of uncle Remus and I.

"Don't be scared. I'm bertha what's your name?" the women asked.

I opened my mouth for a second before closing it.

I wouldn't be harry potter any more I didn't want a reminder of my parents.

"Come on sweetie." The old women prompted.

"Salazar." I whispered as the name popped into my head.

"Salazar Emrys Founder." I said a little louder.

"Well Salazar welcome to your new home." Bertha said taking my hand and leading me into one of the rooms.

"This is going to be you bed." She said pointing to the one under the window.

I smiled at her and went to sit on it.

a/n so what do you think

-aj