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Chapter 1: Hogwarts pending.

August 25, 1991.

It was a laughter from the garden that Harry awoke that morning. The eleven-year-old boy turned in his bed, struggling a bit to stay in the arms of Morpheus.

But the laughter and voices were stronger, and Harry finally open their eyes.

Daylight swept his room was average size and was, surprisingly for a child this age, very tidy. The walls, the colors red and gold, were decorated with shelves which were covered with books of all kinds. His office was spotless, the few toys that he had carefully arranged in a wooden box near his bed. At first glance, it appeared that Harry Potter was a child very orderly and neat. And a fan of the house of Godric Gryffindor, judging by the dominant colors.

Painfully, the boy got out of bed and walked to the window overlooking the garden, which seemed to come from noise. The scene that he saw shook him to the heart.

Ryan was flying on a broom as his father and Sirius, and all three seemed wildly fun, carefree. Ryan, as the two marauders, loved Quidditch. Like Harry, too, but that, except Neville, Elizabeth, Remus, Tonks and the parents of the latter, no one knew, simply because no one had bothered to ask. As far as he could remember, her parents had always assumed that because he liked to read, Harry had no inclination for Quidditch. Not so her father had offered to play with them. His father had never made the effort to want to spend time with his son, or even just want to teach him the sport's most famous wizarding world.

But of course, all this was easily explained: Harry was not Ryan. The prodigal son, who loved Quidditch and jokes, which had a character so open, so sociable, while Harry was more reserved, more shy.

Harry was not the one who defeated Voldemort.

Harry was in vain searched his memory, he could not determine the precise moment when he had ceased to exist for his parents, where they had become completely invisible. Perhaps he was too young for him to remember, but he still seemed to remember time spent with his parents, especially her mother, the happy moments when he could have the full attention and affection of his parents. But these moments were spaced the son of the time, and today, eleven, Harry did not even know what it was like a light warm, loving their parents would have been sent to him, not because they had mistaken for his twin brother.

He knew that it was not normal that parents treat their child this way, he saw that Neville and Elizabeth did not suffer such kind of treatment. But Harry still could not blame them, after all they were his parents and he loved, he found that James and Lily were incredible people, very strong, and if they acted in this way, it was bound to have a valid reason. Maybe he was not acting the right way, maybe he did something wrong.

So he tried repeatedly to impress them by reading a lot, trying to learn more about the magic power to surprise them, give birth on their faces glow with pride, a spark of joy because he had some good thing, but nothing ever worked. They continued to ignore him and to worship the ground that Ryan was treading.

When he produced his first magic act of 'accidental' for which he had trained for hours, his parents thought it was Ryan, who was in the room, who had produced and had congratulated as it should, before warning absolutely all knowledge that Ryan was more or less a miracle on earth who had just robbed a fork in the air.

And Harry was left alone in the dining room, her lips quivering and eyes filling with tears at this scene. At 6 years old, he came to understand that his parents saw him more.

Yet despite all this, he continued to love his parents and his brother. He thought he understood that his brother was very important, had accomplished something truly extraordinary, and he was proud of him. He was proud that his brother had rid the wizarding world of Voldemort.

He could just want his parents do not forget it on the road.

A few months earlier, Harry had made a decision. He had decided that when he was at Hogwarts, everything changes. Surely, once he was in school, things evolve in a positive way. It would have every chance to prove to his parents that it was something he also dazzled, and everything would return as before. It would also be happy.

He had no preference when the house in which he would be. He was convinced that the choice is between Ravenclaw and Gryffindor would because it is certainly not the criteria of the other two houses, even though he had nothing against them. Harry was indeed the first Potter has long been not to have prejudices, probably because he had not been subjected to brainwashing anti-Slytherin that his father had inflicted on his twin brother. All Harry hoped was to be with Elisabeth and Neville, his two best friends. But the best course would end up in Gryffindor, where his parents were really impressed, it was obvious. There they would be proud of him.

The three children were from their childhood the best of friends, which was actually not that surprising given the links between their respective parents living together almost always to visit and see themselves, and their six Remus Lupin, the eternal bachelor. All three had completely different characters but ultimately complemented perfectly.

Harry, somewhat reserved but seemingly loyal and courageous, willing to do anything for his friends. Elisabeth to the character of fire that did not mince words, which at first might seem brittle and sarcastic but concealed under heavy shell a great kindness and generosity. And Neville, always equal to itself, the life and soul of the band now, always a smile.

And when Peter Pettigrew, who had betrayed the Potter years before he was caught by Sirius and Franck on the night the Potter twins were attacked trying to escape. Since it ran good days in Azkaban.

Such was the environment in which James had grown up Harry Potter. Seemingly perfect, practice a little less anyway.

Harry went out of his dark thoughts and prepared. Now they had to go through on the way to pick up their supplies for Hogwarts, along with Black and Longbottom and Harry was pleased to see his two friends. The sun was shining outside, and with any luck it might take a little time to Flourish and Blotts.

He went down after about thirty minutes. His mother was in the kitchen doing breakfast, or rather a snack for the three boys in the garden. His face lit up when she saw the child into the kitchen.

- Have you ever finished playing Ryan? she asked, before seeing that it was not but Harry Ryan. Oh, she said, disappointed, you're already up?

Harry was silent on the fact that he was more than eleven in the morning and that they should all be at the Leaky Cauldron for lunch. He then asked if his parents would have if he had not woken up to himself. Somehow, he would rather not know the answer.

- Yes, he said a small voice. Seeing there was nothing for him on the table, he went to the cupboard took out a snack before lunch. Once he sat down to used the kitchen table where his mother was busy to prepare something. In silence, he began to eat. Silence does not bother him, but this one seemed heavy and tight, unhealthy and unnatural.

- How are you? asked his mother after a few efforts. It was in situations such as Lily Potter felt that something was wrong in their relationship with their eldest son. It should not be as difficult to talk to her own child, but she could not help it, every time he stood before her, all she saw was that it was not Ryan. He was not the prodigy who had defeated Voldemort, who had rid the community of a witch of the greatest threats it has ever known. Besides Ryan, Harry was almost boring, this is shameful.

And she hated to see Harry, because in the end, he reminded him that it was perhaps not such a good mother than that. And if there was one thing that Lily Evans Potter was born did not like was that someone would remind her that she could make mistakes.

Harry raised his eyes full of hope to his mother. It was for little moments like that he lived, he waited, he continued to believe that things could change.

- Yes it is mom, he said, insisting without realizing it on the last word. He gave her a little smile, and tried to keep talking. After all, how many opportunities to talk to her mother alone, and she listens, he would before going to Hogwarts? It was a chance to get closer, to create a link, even tenuous.

- I started reading a very interesting book last night, he said, fixing his mother's eyes. It nodded to show she was listening, and invigorated, he continued. This is the history of Hogwarts and its four ...

But he was interrupted by the kitchen door that opened wide and brought his father, his brother and godfather. Harry felt distinctly his chance and fly hung his head dejectedly. As expected, all the attention her mother went to her other son, the apple of his eye. Harry and fell back in complete darkness.

The other four people in the room began to discuss with animation, James and Sirius extolling the many virtues of Ryan on a broom, and Harry did not say a word. When Ryan was finally ready, all were able to reach from Longbottom and the rest of the Black family in the Leaky Cauldron.

- Your brother is annoying, complained Elizabeth Black. It's one o'clock we are in the Quidditch shop, I can not stand it! If this continues, I'll hit him with the last Nimbomachin thing until it dies!

Neville nodded, and Harry could only agree with them both. He might enjoy this sport, there were limits to the time you could go to see the brushes. And that was really good one hour they were all in this store.

- I know, he admitted, I wanted to go to Flourish and Blotts to look at the books, but I think it is not possible.

- I will go to ask her mom if she can take us, then said the only girl of the trio of flatly. I know she does not like Quidditch, and besides she looks bored.

Five minutes later returned with Evana Elizabeth Black, who seemed delighted to have the chance to leave the sports shop.

- Come children, she said cheerfully, I told your parents that they would Flourish and Blotts, and we join them in an hour with Florian Fortarôme. You will have plenty of time to watch what you want.

All four hurried to get out and visit their favorite store. Elizabeth Black, a worthy descendant of Rowena Ravenclaw she was loved, like Harry read and learn, and Neville and Harry were convinced it would land in Ravenclaw. Neville did not particularly see him, apart from books on botany or history, but not particularly liking Quidditch, he preferred to be largely Flourish and Blotts with her two best friends, instead of staying with Ryan Potter one for whom he had only a limited tolerance.

Elisabeth and Neville did not dare to tell Harry, but they really did not like Ryan that they were simply unbearable. He was still in the process of wanting to draw attention to him, making jokes not as funny as that, and the only thing he could talk about was the Quidditch, or jokes that would subject the Slytherins and Snape. Very interesting.

In fact, Ryan was very close to Emmett Black, the brother of Elizabeth, a year younger than her, and trying to copy everything that was Ryan. It was his first groupie, if you could say. The two boys spent all their time together, playing Quidditch or planning their first jokes whose victims were often Harry, who allowed himself to silence. It would have been useless to complain, it was not as if his parents would have scolded Ryan, on the contrary they found it hilarious and many times James had praised the spirit of Marauder's youngest son, delighted to see him its over.

The hour passed much more slowly than expected. After twenty minutes, and when all three were watching a history of Hogwarts, followed by Ryan Emmett and all the parents arrived in the store, looking for Evan and other children.

- Ryan is hungry, 'said Lily, hand on the shoulder of his son. We will buy textbooks for children and go to Florian Fortarôme.

It was not an order, but no one misunderstood.

- But mom, Elizabeth intervened, advancing a step, it would still remain a little here, Ryan has spent more than an hour in the store Quidditch!

Harry looked her best friend with a smile and gave a nod to Neville. It was not the first time the girl tried to depart in this way to the desires of the survivor, but it had never worked in the past.

- Well you should have come earlier in this store so instead of whining like that, then told his father in a firm tone. Did you hear that Lily, I'm sure everyone here is hungry, so we'll rush out of here.

Evana patted her daughter's shoulder as if to comfort her but word pipa and parents purchased textbooks for future students of Hogwarts.

- Why is it that your brother always gets what he wants when he wants? Elizabeth grumbled, while all went to the ice cream. She and the boys brought up the rear, carrying their books over those of Ryan who said being tired after the morning session of Quidditch, and Harry to please his parents had offered to take him.

Elizabeth then stared as if expecting an answer, he merely shrugged. They had already had this conversation hundreds of times in the past, and Harry had run out of answers that could convince the young prodigy. All he knew was that once he was at Hogwarts, things would change. From this it was on, and looking forward to September 1st.