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Summary:

Harry Potter is the slightly younger twin of Landry Potter, supposed 'Boy-Wonder'/Boy-who-lived. At 2 years of age the twins were attacked. At 8 years of age, Harry and his group of friends, all neglected to some degree, run away together. The outcome is a group the Rebels, their leader, Shadow. How will the world react when this, well, rebelling group is forced to save them?HP/GW,R&R!

Rating: T, for saftey and minor language and action sciences. I'm a bit safe.

Genere: Adventure/Supernatural

Language: English

For some reason, the summary on the page is not showing up, so I added it here.

Hey guys! This is Alyss Potter, but you can call me Lish or Jade if you want. As this is my first fanfiction story, I decided I'd kick it off with an HP wrong-boy-who-lived/twin-who-lived. As y'all will get to know, I'm a HUUUUUGE HP fan, go JK Rowling! I'm going to try and update at least twice a week or more. If I don't, give me a holler and I'll be typing quick as 'Severus Snape confronted with bath soap', or something like that. Also, write whatever reviews you feel serve this story justice, but please keep them appropriate for kids at least 10 years old.

Also, I'm going to add song suggestions for each chapter. For this one, I'm going to go with Christina Perri- A thousand Years, and My Immortal by Evanescence

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This is my second upload(sadly) because word somehow screwed up the second part of my story's spacing. Well, here's to hoping you enjoy!

Disclaimer: I DO NOT own HP. JK Rowling does.

Chapter 1

It was a cool, crisp autumn night at Godric's Hollow October 31. The night air was cold, yet a tinge of softness, wrapping the youngest child to the grandfathers in chilled embraces. Children ran from house to house in their Halloween costumes, collecting candy of every shape, sort, and size. Red, orange, yellow, and brown fall leaves formed miniature tornados as they swirled around children's feet. Laughter sounded form every street, a few shrieks of delight, and the giggles of young schoolgirls could be found whichever way you looked.

All was peaceful as Lily and James Potter played, hugged, and coddled their twin sons, Harry and Landry. The hidden house was a warm and friendly place, colors of every sort filling the hall, (but mainly red and gold, of course). Extravagant decorations covered the walls. Quite a few pictures lined the interior of the house, waving and smiling, quite a few cooing at the sight of the young children.

James sat on the plush, red couch with gold linings, while Lily was in the kitchen making a Halloween feast. Harry and Landry were sitting on the fluffy red rug, Landry pulling tuffs of the red fuzz out with his tiny, meaty hands, while Harry sat there, staring at his parents with his intelligent, bright green eye's.

'Oh James," sighed Lily, reaching over and grabbing her husbands hand," look how sweet they are."

James laughed at his wife melting at the sight of their baby's. "They sure are two little cuties, quite handsome for their age."

The young baby's, only just 25 months old, giggled with delight at the sight of their parents looking at them, Landry's sounding a bit more like a hacking cough, while Harry's had a sweet, musical tinge to it. At first sight, a person could tell the two twins were quite different.

Harry was very smart for his age, had messy, black hair that was already several inches long, covering his brilliant, yet intelligent green eyes just slightly. His figure was still chubby with baby fat, but one could tell that one day, he would grow to have a slight masculine build, yet he would have prominent lean features and at least 6 feet of height on him. Already he had slightly tan skin that most people worked themselves up on trying to achieve. Overall, most would say his best features were his eye's, the startling green filled with life and joy, with a tiny hint of gold in them. Wherever The Potter's went, they received complements on how cute and handsome Harry was. They were also often surprised when Harry would thank them maturely. Upon following them, they would also jump back in surprise when Harry never asked for anything, and if he did, it was always with a please. If he was told no, he would put it back silently, without complaints.

Landry, on the other hand, had bright red hair mixed with a dull brown color, messy like Harry's, but only about an inch long. He had dull blue eye's that were very boring. He had a lot more baby fat on him then Harry, and looked as though he was a pale colored beach ball. It was extremely obvious he would have lots of weight on him when he was older, and a very masculine build. People would always coo at him when the Potter's were in public, and was often told how adorable and chubby he was. But if he was refused a toy, you could easily find him by his wailing and blubbering. His talking was much below his expected age, and he could only say a few words, like 'Quidditch', 'Mommy', 'Daddy', 'NO!', 'or I want.' Most of the time, he was talking baby gibberish.

Like most parents, Lily and James had favorites. James held James with enough love to smother an army spoiled boys. Saying he had the build of a future Quidditch player, James got Landry everything Quidditch he could get his hands on. He talked Quidditch, wore Quidditch, read Quidditch books, and got Landry Quidditch posters and cloths. Being fans of the Cannons, that usually meant Landry was wearing red, which clashed horribly with his hair.

Lily, on the other hand, saw Harry's intelligence right away and decided that he would most likely have a brilliant mind. She bought him lots of books that had smaller pictures and more words, usually meant for 4-year-old toddlers. Before they went into hiding, she brought him to several wizard and muggle bookstores and decorating shops and bought whatever he pointed to. When they were done, they went home and put most everything into his room he shared with his brother. In the end, the twin's room was a bizarre clash of personalities.

On one side you had the bright red colors, screaming Chudly Cannons, the other a more subtle brown and baby blue. Landry's side was filled with posters and pictures of the team, waving and smiling at him, and there was a tiny gold bookcase with few picture books that only had around 10 words per book. Harry's side had many brown bookcases with silver edgings, filled to the brim with books of every type, some child books, other's going all the way up to college level, (obviously for future references). Landry's side held a crib that was very high and filled with plushy, feathery pillows, bright red, very obnoxious. Harry's had a small bed that looked warm, comfortable, and inviting.

James and Lily Potter were very proud of their children, as one could tell. Their best friends, Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, Peter Pettigrew, Alice and Frank Longbottom, Marley Mckinnion all loved the children as well. Most liked Landry's obnoxious manner, and tended to play with him more, while others, like Remus, liked Harry's kinder manner. Lily and James judged they would all keep their children at all costs, and told them the location of Godric's Hallow. However, they made it so their friends could not tell anyone else the location of their house, except Peter, who was their secret keeper.

So it was on Halloween night that the Potters were completely relaxed. Their secret keeper, Peter Pettigrew, was spending the night with his mother in their fidelius charm, they were told, so they had no worry's anyone could be attacked.

James waved his wand around, making bubbles come out of the end. Harry and Landry giggled and laughed, jumping to get the bubbles, while Lily watched on and laughed, taking pictures with her camera.

The family was enjoying themselves thoroughly, when the front door flew off its hinges and sailed past them in the hallway. James jumped to his feet, wand in hand, and Lily ran in and scooped up the boys.

"Lily!" shouted James, running past her and into the hallway," it's him! Grab the kids and GO!"

"BUT JAMES!" she called after him, but she could already see a barrage of curses and spells flying past the door. Landry started crying at the noise, and she quickly grabbed a pacifier and put it in his mouth. Now was not the time for distraction.

James knew that running to fight Voldemort was a terrible idea, and it was obvious he was going to die. But he knew it was worth it if they survived. He could never live with himself if they died.

"Ah, James Potter, supposed 'Elite' Auror. " Voldemort sneered as James came rushing into the hallway." You know that you will die, but you still keep fighting."

He chuckled and stepped into the hallway, his black cloak swishing behind him, red eyes visible beneath the hood.

James glared at him," You will never win this war; no matter how many wizards you kill. I am the same, I will keep fighting until the end."

"Too bad you will DIE TODAY! AVADA KADAVERA!" shouted Voldemort.

James ducked below the curse and pointed his wand at Voldemort "STUPEFY!"

"CURICO!"

"IMPERIMENTA!"

"IMPERIUS!" "LEVICORPUS!" And the barrage of spells continued as Lily peaked her head into the hallway. Protecting Harry and Landry with her arms and ducking her head, she ran into the fray and towards the stairway. She screamed as a spell flew past her and shattered the picture in front of her.

"LILY" cried James. He turned towards her, shouting "PROTEGRO!"

A shimmering transparent shield formed in front of her, just stopping a nasty stinging hex from hitting her.

"James, LOOK OUT!" cried Lily.

James turned, and barley avoided a Conjunctivitus Curse. "GO, LILY!" cried James, shooting a well-aimed Diffindo. Lily turned and ran up the stairway, still holding Harry and Landry from harms way.

James turned back towards Voldemort with a sad smile on his face. " You're to late. They'll be safe before you ever get to them."

Voldemort had pure fury on his face. "INCARCEROUS, STUPEFY!"

James, unprepared, fell to the ground as he was tied up with ropes and stunned. Voldemort cast him a disdained look. He would have killed him, but that annoying and utterly useless rat, Pettigrew, made him swear not to kill Lily and James before giving him the location of the house.

Voldemort proceeded up the stairs, hearing the shifting of boxes, and the wails of a child. 'Ah, so their portkey didn't work,' he thought with an evil smirk. That, of course, was due to the anti-apparition wards. Reaching the top, Voldemort blasted the door open and destroyed the boxes in his way. The muggle born women, not even worthy to be called a squib, in his opinion, screamed and threw herself in front of the children, as if that would stop him. "Please, show mercy, not Harry and Landry, take me instead!" she cried.

"Step aside, silly girl, I said, STEP ASIDE!"

"No, no, please, show mercy, not Harry and Landry, I'll do anything!" This girl was irritating him, he decided, and he cast another stupefy curse, along with a 'Locomotor Mortis!" With Lily out of the way, Voldemort turned towards Harry and Landry. "So one of you is supposed to defeat me one day," he muttered. He observed the different ways the children were reacting to him.

The one, Landry, was wailing his head off at the sight of a scary man shooting red light at his mother. Harry, on the other side, was gazing at Voldemort with surprising defiance for a 2 year old. He was the one, Harry, decided Voldemort. Harry looked at lot more mature than Landry, with books around an actual bed. Landry just had posters everywhere and an enormous crib smack down in the center of it. "Ah, so little Harry, ready to die now?" taunted Voldemort. He was expecting Harry to cry, scream, and hide under his covers. He was NOT expecting him to stand up and glare at Voldemort. "What did oui do to mummy and daddy?!" he asked angrily, not quite able to say you.

Voldemort pointed his wand at Harry, "So, you've inherited your mothers anger, and your fathers persistence, I see. Such would've done well in the ranks of my Deatheaters. Too bad you're going to die. AVADA KEDAVERA!" He shouted.

Instead of killing Harry on the spot, as it should've, Voldemort saw a strange golden, shimmering shield erupt in front of Harry, deflecting and successfully rebounding the spell towards Voldemort. Unprepared, Voldemort was hit with the curse, and, with an anguished scream, disappeared in a flash of green and silver light.

Poor little fell down, unprepared for the sudden drain in his magical core. The ceiling started to tremble and cave in on the twins. Gasping, Harry willed the roof to stay up, using up vast amounts of energy. Harry fell to his knees under such strain. Harry looked up upon hearing his brother cry with even more anger and pain then before. A chunk of the crib had hit his brother on the cheek, creating a 'V' shaped cut. If just to make his brother stop crying, Harry used whatever ounces of magic he had left to heal it. But without the proper amount of magic, it was only partially healed, leaving a very noticeable scar. Harry himself had a lightning bolt scar on his head that was hidden under his vast amount of under the strain of holding the ceiling up and healing his brother, Harry fell into a deep recover sleep. Albus

Dumbledore was having a very nice day in his office, with Fawkes the phoenix, and a few delicious lemon drops. It was the Halloween feast, and Voldemort hadn't attacked anyone for almost a month now. That was, until his alarms for the Potter house went off. Jumping to his feet, he grabbed Fawkes tail, and appeared in front of the Potter residents. The house was falling down. There were flames licking the windows, and chunks of the walls were missing.

Running into the ruins, Dumbledore saw James Potter, his former student and a trouble making marauder, tied up in ropes, and seemingly unconscious. Casting a quick 'enervate,' Dumbledore loosened the ropes and proceeded to tear them James feebly stirred, Dumbledore shook him, not too roughly," James" said Dumbledore, "what happened?!" "Dumbledore," questioned James confusedly, then suddenly, shot straight up, "LILY!" he cried." Dumbledore," he turned back to the purple robed man," You-know-who was here! He attacked us!" Dumbledore needed no more explanation. Gesturing for James to follow him, they sprinted up the stairs to the kid's room, to find the door blasted open.

Running into the room, they found Lily collapsed on the floor in front of Landry, Harry slumped in-between the bed and the floor, and Landry wailing his head off. "LILY!" James yelled, running to aid his wife. Dumbledore took in the scene more carefully, checking for traces of magic. There was a little on Harry, but when Dumbledore went on to check his magical ore, he was astonished. It was so small; Harry was on the borderline of a squib! Landry, on the other hand, had large traces of magic on him, with an average magical core. When Dumbledore looked up at the ceiling, he jumped back in surprise!

It was creaking and groaning as vines of magic wrapped around it, trying to support it. Dumbledore quickly used a few spells to sustain and repair the roof. Looking at Landry in awe, Dumbledore saw a curious shaped cut on his cheek. Moving closer he found a scar, shaped to the letter V. This was it! Landry must be the boy! Hearing a groan and a shout of happiness behind him, Dumbledore turned to see Lily sitting up, rubbing her head, as James held her in a suffocating hug. So, Voldemort had kept them alive, why? "Oh, Lily, I was so worried!" said James, trying to brush away a few tears.

"James, I'm ok, but, what about the kids?!" she said, suddenly startled into jumping to her feet.

"Relax, my dear girl," Dumbledore said soothingly," Harry and Landry are just fine."

Lily looked at him, confused," Wait, they are?"

"Yes, but I've found something you'll find intriguing." Dumbledore turned to Landry and picked him up. "May I present to you, Landry, the boy-who-lived!"

Lily and James looked at Dumbledore in shock. Then, they both rushed forward to embrace Landry. "Oh, my little boy saved his brother from you-know-who," she started sobbing and held James and Landry, worried they would both disappear in a second if she wasn't holding onto them.

And that's how Harry woke up. He looked on sadly. Didn't his mommy want to see if he was ok? Harry struggled to his feet, but fell down with a cry. His mother and father didn't even notice him. Harry used the bed to hold himself up, his legs shacking under the strain. He tried to walk over to his mom, dad, and brother, but fell to his knees. He felt so sleepy, so very sleepy. "Mummy?" he whispered.

Lily turned to see her youngest son on his knees, his hands and knees scratched severally, and his little green eyes filled with questioning sadness. 'We didn't even check to see if he was ok' thought Lily, horrified.

The last thing he heard was his mother's panicked screams as his eyelids fluttered closed.

A/N

Soooooo, what'd you guys think? Like it? I had to rewrite parts of this, and let me tell you, it was NOT FUN! So I'm thinking about posting the next chapter tomorrow but I'm going to have to write the rest of today! The next chapter is either going to be about how Harry meets the crew, or when he runs away. I'm leaning towards meeting the crew, what do y'all think? This chapter took me forever! It's 3,083 words, 6 pages long with a font size of 12.

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Also, a oneshot about Hermione after the war is coming out soon, so stay tuned!

Love from,

Alyss