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Chapter 1
This is a story about a Child who grew up without love or care, with plenty of things stolen from him and not nearly enough knowledge about Why? Nor would any reason justify how he was discarded.
His full Name, Hadrian Livy Potter-Black. Heir to The Noble and Ancient House of Black, while he is the first-born son of the Potter family, his brother being the Boy-Who-Lived, inherited the Heirship from him.
Who is his younger twin you might ask that would be, Gordian James Potter, with his two titles as, The-Boy-Who-Lived, and being heir to The Noble and Ancient House of Potter.
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It all started with James potter and his wife Lily Potter ńee Evan a Muggle-born witch, who were already on the run from before the children were even given birth too.
But, one night a wizard, Ablus Dumbledore, the Headmaster of Hogwarts, imformed them of a prophecy, a prophecy that changed Everything....
The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches...
Born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies...
And the Dark Lord will mark him as his equal, but he will have power the Dark Lord knows not...
And either must die at the hand of the other for neither can live while the other survives...
The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord will be born as the seventh month dies....
A prophecy foretold by a Seer called, Sybill Trelawney, a known quack, be it anything she says it never comes true.
But this one Prophecy, just so happened to be correct.
On the night of October 31st 1981 The Dark Lord, Lord Voldemort, He-who-must-not-be-named, came bursting the door open, quickly stunning a famous dueling professional, James Potter, so fast he could not see it coming, but then again even if he did his child had his wand.
Marching up the stairs, only to see the sight of a pathetic attempt at a mother shielding her twin children, but at the moment he was feeling generous enough to remember his useful plead's and begging's of his potion master, Severus Snape, all for him to spare her, Amudblood, being the ever so merciful Lord he is he cast a simple stunning spell.
"Stupefy!"
Walking ever so gracefully over to the two targeted infants, leaning over the crib to see two children, one peacefully sleeping and the other one looked as if it was about to do the same if not for his mother collapsing in front of him.
The sleeping child, a boy, with his red-hair curly and untamed, a common trait of the Potter-line, with his light tan skin of a healthy shade. Judging from the information his spy, Peter Pettigrew, his eye color was claimed to be a lovely chocolate brown with the tiniest flakes of dull green-ish. Above his crib was a name plate with the following of, Gordian James Potter, on a red piece of wood and golden details, a very Gryffindor child.
Beside that crib another, also red and gold, crib. With a name plate that suggested this childs name to be, Hadrian Livy Potter-Black.
The other twin, another boy, with pitch black hair and slight curls paired with his pale skin that somehow still held a healthy glow, while that alone made him quite cute? His eyes were the real beauty, although half lidded from tiredness, they were almost the exact same shade of the Killing Curse.
Lord Voldemort was almost drawn to the child, and he knew in a instant.
'This, this was the child of the Prophecy.'
Clenching his Yew wand tight, preparing the cast of a Unforgivable.
"Avada Kedavra!"
With a green flow the curse flew from his wand, aimed at the green-eyed child, who in turn mearly stared back. As the curse was just about to hit the child another unknown force in the form of a blackmist, protecting the child.
Rebounding the green-light, redirecting it towards the man-snake like creature that cast it, hitting said man.
Not before he cast a Shield charm, for any means of so how trying to block of rebound it, obviously not in his right mind.
"Protego!"
It did nothing but shatter his magic, injuring the red-headed child creating a lighting bolt like mark, right above his left eyebrow. While still have trace's of his dark magic on the still sleeping child...
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Pain, was all Lord Voldemort felt, being hit by the Killing Curse, is one thing that he never wanted to feel. Now and then he would have ideas about what it would feel like if a immortal being was hit by it, but the actual thing is unimaginably worst.
And seeing that the child wasn't injured in anyway made his now non-existent blood boil with humiliation and rage....
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James Potter a former bully, and now a father, as soon as he was somehow released he bolted upstairs. Seeing his Lily collapses on the floor, under what seemed to be a Stunning Spell, quickly releasing her, he then ran with her towards their twin baby boys.
They were both asleep, almost immediately casting his potronus charm. To send for Dumbledore to come here this minute.
"Expecto Patronum!"
Not even a minute later, in apparated Dumbledore with a Crack.