OK first story ever!!! Enjoy!

Reviews are love!!

Disclaimer:

N for the nothingness that I own.

O for the ordeal of disclaimers.

T for the tyrant of reviews I'm hoping to get.

H for hoping you will like this story.

I for the irrational thinking of you actually thinking I'm J.K. Rowling.

N cause I own nothing.

G for my great and sincere sympathy if you are still reading this disclaimer.

Summary: Abused Harry is forgotten as the twin brother of Andrew, the BWL. When Harry is transported to the Founders time when he is 5, James and Lily think him to be dead and don't care. Now, Harry is 11 and back to attend Hogwarts with the daughter of Slytherin and son of Gryffindor. PowerfulSlytherinHarry

Harry and Andrew Potter were one year old when Lord Voldemort attacked.

Andrew was crying loudly in his crib, while Harry was gazing solemnly at the grotesque creature in front of him.

Voldemort's eyes flickered from one black haired baby to the other. The one with emerald green eyes was watching him, almost as if he knew. The one with hazel eyes was crying over a cut on his stomach from a stray cutting hex.

Voldemort briefly closed his eyes and felt for their magic. The crying baby's magic was weak, only a few steps above squib level. But Voldemort was shocked at the magic that shone from the emerald eyed boy. Every pore in the silent boy was seeping with raw magic.

Voldemort raised his wand and allowed a small smirk of triumph before yelling, "Avada Kedavra!"

The green spell shot out to the green eyed boy. Just as it was about to hit the boy's forehead, a pure white shield shot up. It was so bright that Voldemort had to avert his red eyes, thus he didn't see his killing curse bounce off the shield and head straight to him.

He let loose a terrible, piercing scream as the spell contacted with him before exploding into ash, the last thing he saw was a pair of large, glowing emerald green eyes.

Just then, James and Lily Potter burst into the room, with Albus Dumbledore, Sirius Black and Remus Lupin hot on their heels. They had been at an Order meeting when an alarm went off; telling them the wards had been broken into.

They saw a crying Andrew with a slash on his stomach that extended from one side of his body to the other, an unconscious Harry with a small cut on his forehead and the dead nanny, whom looked like she had put up a fight with her fingers still curled around her wand.

Lily burst into tears before picking up Andrew, who seemed to be loosing too much blood. Albus strode forward and examined both babies. Silence reigned as Albus examined the boys, punctuated only by Lily's sobs and James's words of comfort.

Finally, Albus straightened up and said, smiling, "All hail Andrew Potter, the Boy-who-Lived!"

4 Years Later

"You ungrateful wretch!" screamed Lily, looking at her oldest son, five year old Harry.

Harry had showed her and James proudly that he had read a second year text, a feat that should of have been impossible for any five year old.

James leaped up and grasped Harry's arm so hard it hurt.

"Are you saying that you're smarter than Andrew?" hissed James. Harry's face reflected fear.

"B-but I read the book," stuttered Harry. "Aren't you happy?" Lily let loose a high, cold laugh.

"Happy?" she scorned. "You're a disgrace and a liar!"

Andrew was watching his brother from a corner, barely hiding his mirth. Andrew had recently read a book full of pictures with only four words and the Potter parents couldn't of have been prouder. Andrew felt no remorse at the sight of his abused twin brother; he enjoyed the attention far more.
Before Harry could say anything, James had dragged him to the dungeons of the Potter Manor. Harry was thrown onto the ground. He knew what was coming.

James held a whip he raised it above his head and brought it down hard on Harry's thin back. Once, twice, thrice.

Harry had begun to loose consciousness after the sixth strike. It hurt so much and his throat was raw from screaming, his face having tear tracks on it. Finally, James stopped and tossed the whip aside before stomping out of the dungeon, locking the door closed behind him and leaving his dying and bleeding child inside.

Harry knew he was going to die. There was no way he could survive this. He closed his eyes as he felt cold creep up his legs and into his torso.

A white light suddenly surrounded him. Harry opened his dulled green eyes slowly. It felt like someone was picking him up, holding him close just like Harry had seen Lily do to Andrew when Andrew fell.

Then with a bang, Harry felt himself being pulled and the Potter dungeons disappeared.

Things and people rushed past him, making Harry's head spin.

Finally, after what seemed like hours, the spinning stopped and he felt himself being laid down carefully on the ground. Sunshine beat on him and he heard birds chirping.

He then heard a woman scream.

"Salazar! There's a boy there!"

Running footsteps were heard and Harry felt himself being gently picked up by delicate hands. He faced a beautiful woman and a handsome man.

The woman had pale blonde hair and intelligent bright blue eyes while the man had cropped black hair and green eyes.

"Quick Rowena, we must get him to the castle so Helga can heal him," the man said urgently before picking up Harry and carrying him to a looming castle. The woman was jogging in her long dress to keep up with the man's long strides.

"What's your name?" she said softly in a tone that made Harry want to trust her immediately.

"H-harry Potter, miss," he said. The woman smiled softly.

"Well Harry, I'm Rowena Ravenclaw," she said. "And this is my fiancée, Salazar Slytherin."

Harry nodded, but the blood loss was getting to him.

He saw another woman and man appear, running towards them. The woman had rosy cheeks and a few scattered freckles with dark blond hair and warm doe brown eyes. The man had shoulder length chestnut hair and dark brown eyes.

The woman had taken him from Rowena and she was setting him down on a white bed. She then pulled out her and started muttering under her breath while her hand grabbed a potion. She finished saying an incantation and then told him to drink the potion.

Harry did, and though it tasted vile he drank the whole goblet. Almost immediately, he didn't feel like his back was burning. He reached behind him to touch his back and found that he could only find scars, no bleeding or fresh lashings.

The woman looked at him with soft eyes.

"I'm Helga Hufflepuff," she said. "And this is my fiancée, Godric Gryffindor."

Harry nodded before introducing himself again.

"How old are you, Harry?" boomed Godric, his voice deep and rich.

"Five, sir," replied Harry.

"And tell me Harry, can you tell me what year you were born in?" asked Rowena, looking at his odd clothes. Harry scrunched his face in concentration.

"It was 1980," Harry said slowly. The four adults exchanged shocked looks.

"Will you let me look into your memories?" asked Salazar softly. Harry hesitated before nodding. Salazar took out his wand and put it to Harry's temple. He then pulled the wand away, a black lock of hair attached to the tip of his wand, which he stored in a vial that he tucked into his robes.

"We should let him play with Shane and Junipa," said Salazar. "We have look at his memories and maybe contact Merlin."

The other Founders nodded in agreement and Rowena took Harry in her arms before walking down the large hallway.

They stopped at a portrait of a young girl with two older boys flanking her.

"Full name?" the girl asked in a melodic voice.

"Princess Rowena Helena Ravenclaw," Rowena said confidently before showing the girl a necklace that was around her neck; it was a sapphire stone enveloped in silver wrought wings with a silver chain. Harry stared at it, fascinated. None of his mum's jewellery was even near that pretty.

The portrait swung open and Rowena went inside. Harry could hear high pitched shrieking from inside. Rowena brought Harry to a sunshine filled room that was painted in soft yellow shades. Toys littered the room and in the middle were two five year old children. A grandmotherly house elf was knitting in a corner of the room on a rocking chair.

The two children bound up when they saw Rowena.

"Mummy!" shrieked the little girl while the boy was shouting, "Aunt Rowena!"

Rowena laughed before setting Harry down. The children looked at him curiously.

"Junipa, Shane, this is Harry," said Rowena. "I have to go to a meeting but will you two play with him?"

They nodded happily and Rowena smiled once more before disappearing down the hallway and out the portrait. Harry looked at the children.

The boy, Shane, had over long chestnut hair and startlingly blue eyes with sun kissed skin. Junipa on the other hand, had porcelain skin with curly pale blond hair that went to her waist and emerald green eyes.

"Hello," said Junipa happily. "I'm Junipa and this is Shane."

"Hi," said Harry meekly. "I'm Harry." Harry followed her and Shane into the room and watched as Junipa chattered happily with Shane and him while carrying a doll.

"How old are you?" asked Shane.

"Five since July," replied Harry automatically. It was the middle of August now. Shane nodded.

"I've been five years old since May," he said, then added, "Junipa will be five in September."

Harry turned to glance at Junipa but she was looking out to the grounds. She then turned to them, her green eyes shining.

"Want to go on our brooms?" she asked gleefully, a mischievous smile on her face. Shane immediately protested.

"We're not allowed," he said. "And we have to watch Athena." Shane pointed to a crib that Harry hadn't noticed.

Peering in, Harry saw a one year old baby in it, with Junipa's pale blond hair though the baby had gray eyes. Junipa pouted.

"I don't want to take care of my little sister," she whined. "And Ginger can take care of her." The old house elf in the corner raised her head slightly at the sound of her name before going back to knitting.

Shane sighed in defeat. "Fine."

"What are we doing?" asked Harry as all three of them ran down the stone halls. Junipa giggled.

"We're going to fly on brooms," she shrieked. Harry felt his eyes going wide with delight. At home, James had only let Andrew on a broom, hoping to teach him Quidditch. To James's great disappointment, Andrew turned out to be a complete failure at flying.

They went outside and Junipa led them to a shed. Opening the door, Harry saw four brooms that were like the toy brooms that Lily used to buy Andrew.

"These are junior brooms," said Junipa excitedly. "They're better than toy brooms, but not as good as real brooms."

But while Harry was trying out his luck for the first time on a broom, the four Founders were crowded around a pensive.

Salazar and Godric looked angry, Rowena sorrowful and Helga was shocked. They had just resurfaced from the memories and they hadn't like what they had seen at all.

"We should adopt him," said Rowena softly.

"He has to go back to his time," said Salazar reasonably.

"We can keep him until he is eleven," Godric decided. "Then, he will go back to his time to attend Hogwarts."

"But he is the Chosen One, the future Leader of the Light," said Helga. "We must train him."

"Something tells me that he is even more than that," Rowena said slowly. "I feel a strange energy pulsing around him."

"Whatever this is, we will find out soon enough," said Salazar firmly. "He will stay here and on the day of his birthday be sent back to his time to attend to Hogwarts. Time travelling is very wearing, so he will come back to us every other summer."

They all agreed to this plan.

"What is that noise?" Helga suddenly asked, hearing shrieking from outside. Godric casually glanced outside before saying off handily, "Just Junipa, Harry and Shane flying around on junior brooms."

The meaning of that seemed to suddenly sink into the adults and all four jumped up before running out to the grounds, yelling at the children whom were later given a severe punishment.

The years passed by and Harry found himself blissfully happy; he was there, surrounded by people who loved him and he considered family.

He grew up training hard, with Junipa and Shane right beside him.

By ten, he could do magic with one or two wands, fight like an excellent sword man (being taught by Godric Gryffindor had its perks), he had deep knowledge of most things, had excelled in the healing arts, understood everything about snakes (he even had his own pet snake, present from Salazar of course), could time travel, speak up to 10 different languages and had finished the seven year Hogwarts classes (all electives included) and passed with an O in all of his classes.

So of course, when Harry was told that he had to return to his time for school, he protested loudly.

"No," Harry said. "I don't want to go back there. My home is here, with all of you."

Junipa and Shane, who had been eavesdropping, quickly bound up.

"Aw come on mom you can't seriously make Harry go back," said Junipa.

"We'll die of boredom," added Shane.

Salazar put his hand up for silence.

"Harry must go back to his time or it will be suspicious," the man said quietly. "He will get his Hogwarts letter and attend, though Harry is experienced enough in Occlumency to hide the past. Make no mention of home."

"When will I have to go?" said Harry quietly. Junipa rounded on him, jabbing a finger in his chest.

"You can't be serious!" she shouted, and her mother scolded her, saying ladies shouldn't shout. It was unbefitting. Harry couldn't help but grin. Rowena and Junipa had this argument at least twice a week.

Rowena would try in vain to get her daughter to wear the dresses and corsets that girls must wear but Junipa would always wear trousers with boots and a long coat with a sword strapped to her hip. Rowena still complained to Godric about teaching Junipa to use a sword, but Godric always said Junipa was a natural for it.

"You heard your father," said Harry. "It's cold, hard logic."

"At least let me go with him," begged Junipa.

"Me too," Shane begged. Rowena and Helga looked ready to have a fit at their children but everybody turned to Salazar when he spoke up.

"Yes," Salazar said. "That would be a good idea. Junipa and Shane can go with Harry to help him with his task as the Chosen One. They're all 11; they would be able to attend Hogwarts."

"They can't go to Hogwarts as Junipa Slytherin and Shane Gryffindor," protested Rowena.

"They could go by half last names," suggested Godric. "Shane Griffin and Junipa Raven."

"Come on mom," Junipa said, sensing weakness from her mom. "We have to help Harry."

"Oh all right," Rowena said, exasperated.

"Now, you will go to Hogwarts and come every other summer here. For the first summer you can come back," said Helga.

"Umm where are we going to live?" asked Shane.

"Ravenclaw Mansion," replied Rowena immediately. "It's the closest to London. To open it, all you have to have is this necklace and state your full names."

Rowena took the necklace she always wore, the sapphire gem with the silver wings enveloping it, and put it around Junipa's neck. It was still the most beautiful piece of jewellery that Harry had ever seen.

"You all also have access to our Gringotts accounts," added Salazar. "You just have to show the goblins your swords."

"When do we leave?" asked Harry. Godric looked at the sun for a moment.

"In 23 minutes," he said sadly.

After getting various personal items and saying good bye to everybody, Harry, Junipa and Shane clasped hands and waited for the portkey.

"But mum," Harry heard six year old Athena, Junipa's little sister, whine. "I want to go to."

"Oh hush Athena," said Rowena, tears swimming in her eyes. "You're much too young."

"3…2…1," counted Shane and they all concentrated hard on where they wanted to go and jumped forward. People and things rushed past them as they zoomed by.

Slowly, slowly, the rush started to stop.

They were now in front of Ravenclaw Mansion, which would of have been invisible to anybody but them. And three owls were perched on the black iron gate that surrounded the 60 acres of land.

One of them flew to him and he grabbed the letter attached to it, looking at the front.

Mr. H. Potter

The outskirts of London

It didn't have anything else, just like Junipa's and Shane's. They probably couldn't find their exact location. Harry had already heard all about Albus Dumbledore. Everybody thought him to be the Leader of the Light, though Harry couldn't help but think of him as a fool and a manipulator. Harry opened the letter and read the contents.

HOGWARTS SCHOOL OF WITCHCRAFT AND WIZARDRY

Headmaster:

Albus Dumbledore

(Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc., Chr. Warlock, Supreme Mugwump, International Confed. of Wizards)

Dear Mr. Potter,
We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment.
Term begins on 1 September. We await your owl by no later than 31 July.

Yours sincerely,

Minerva McGonagall
Deputy Headmistress

Harry quickly scribbled a reply and gave it to the owl and watched as it flew away.

"Let's go," said Junipa, who had just finished. She walked up to iron gate and gave it a tap with her ebony wood wand. They all had two cores in their wands.

Harry's was basilisk skin and phoenix feather with holly. Shane's was griffin's talon and hippogriff feather with willow and Junipa's was basilisk skin with raven feather and ebony.

Junipa led the way to the front door. There were two knockers on the large double doors, shaped like the head of a raven.

"Full name?" squawked on of them. Shane stepped up first.

"Lord Shane Alexander Gryffindor Hufflepuff," he said. Harry went next.

"Lord Harry James Potter Ravenclaw Gryffindor Hufflepuff Slytherin," he recited. Since he had been adopted (not blood adopted) by the Founders, he had their last names as well. Junipa came up last.

"Lady Junipa Merle Slytherin Ravenclaw," she said and showed them the necklace. The ravens squawked excitedly before bowing their heads.

"Welcome back milady," they chorused before the doors swung open. Junipa grimaced. Harry and Shane rolled their eyes behind Junipa's back at her obvious dislike for her title.

They walked in to find the whole front hall dust free and warmly lit. Harry was surprised.

"Wouldn't it have accumulated dust over the hundreds of years its been untouched?" asked Harry but Junipa shook her head.

"My mom cast a permanent clean charm on the house so it would never get dusty or get spiders or anything like that," replied Junipa and Shane lowly whistled.

"Come on, let's go to our rooms," said Junipa and she led them up a grand main staircase. After taking various turns and walking down several corridors, Harry was sure he would never be able to remember the complex house and started to wonder if Junipa was as lost as he was.

Suddenly, Junipa stopped. She pointed to two doors that were side by side.

"Those are your rooms," she said. "They have your names on them." And sure enough, when Harry looked closely at the door next to him he saw his name inscribed on it.

"Where's your room?" asked Harry. Junipa pointed to the door across from them.

"Right there," she said and went to open the door but suddenly stopped and turned towards them. "I almost forgot," she laughed and took her wand. She put it to Harry's temple and muttered some words in Latin.

And just like that, Harry knew where every room in the mansion was, the shortcuts, the dead ends, everything. Junipa did the same to Shane and smiled.

"Now you won't get lost," she said. Harry rolled his eyes and went in his room.

All of his school supplies were already there, all brand new and shiny. Harry smiled and he glanced at the one mirror that hung in the room. His reflection greeted him.

His black hair was messy, and stuck out in the back. He was tall for his age, though not too much. His emerald eyes shone and Harry remembered back to when his eye sight had gone bad. Helga and Rowena had helped him and now his eye sight was perfect. His skin was tanned from all the hours outside and you couldn't see the lightning bolt scar, which was hid by his bangs. He was muscular, for an eleven year old, after all the practice with archery and sword fighting.

He wondered how his biological family was; Andrew would also be going to Hogwarts this year. Harry remembered his brother. Andrew also had black hair, though it was neat, and hazel eyes. His skin had been milky white, which had not complimented his hair colour at all. He had a wiry frame, with his shoulder blades sticking out oddly.

Or at least, that's how Harry remembered him. Harry knew he had once heard James and Lily say they would find a potion to change his appearance so Andrew looked more handsome.

Harry heard a knock on his door. It opened to reveal Junipa, dressed in modern clothes. She wore jeans, sneakers and a plain blue T-shirt. Harry raised an eyebrow and she shrugged.

"We all have clothes in our closets," she said simply. "No use sticking out." Harry knew that Junipa hated attention. Junipa was usually very confident around people she knew but the minute you put her in a crowd of people, it's like she's not even the same person she's so shy.

"Want dinner?" she asked and Harry nodded.

"Hold on," he said and rummaged in his closet before taking out a pair of fashionably baggy jeans and a plain red shirt. He had started to undress when he heard a small cough and saw that Junipa was still there, her glowingly pale skin tinted pink. Harry felt himself flush.

"Erm, maybe you should get Shane while I get dressed," he stammered and she left. Harry suddenly heard a hissing noise.

"Hello, master," hissed a voice and Harry turned to see his snake, Jinx.

"Hello Jinx," Harry greeted in parseltongue. "How was the trip?"

Jinx's tongue flicked out in annoyance.

"Terrible," Jinx hissed. "That stupid bird of yours tried to eat me again."

Harry laughed at himself as an indignant hoot came from Hedwig, the snowy owl Godric had given him on his tenth birthday.

After getting dressed he went downstairs to the dining room. He heard raised voices from the kitchen and went to investigate.

"NO, no Junipa, don't touch that," Harry heard Shane shout.

"Come on Shane I want to help make dinner," Junipa said loudly, and banging was heard from inside, making Harry grow worried for his friends' mental health.

"No way, out of the kitchen, OUT!" shouted Shane and Junipa came out of the kitchen, looking thoroughly disgruntled. Harry sniggered.

"Shane won't let me cook," she complained, sticking out her bottom lip and giving him and puppy look but Harry shook his head.

"Last time you tried to 'cook', you blew up half the Hogwarts kitchens and gave Godric food poisoning for a month," Harry reminded her and she pouted for a second before smiling brightly again.

"Let's go put the table on, Harry," she said and took his hand to lead him to a cabinet full of plates, silverware and goblets.

After dinner, they all went to their separate rooms to bed. Harry sighed as he closed his eyes. They still had a week before Hogwarts and Harry's stomach clenched every time he thought about it. Would he be recognised? He was still using 'Potter' as his last name so it would take the first three minutes at Hogwarts for people to realize who he was.

Harry didn't even want to know James's and Lily's reaction to the fact that he was not only alive, but happy.

Harry looked at the inside of his right wrist. There was a scar there, in the shape of the sun. It was like his lightning bolt scar, except this scar glowed white. Harry knew Junipa had one as well; he had seen it once.

Except Junipa's was in the shape of an upside down crescent moon and instead of glowing white it glowed black. Harry always meant to ask her about it but never did. Something always stopped him.

The days passed quickly enough, and soon enough Harry, Junipa and Shane got up to go to Kings Cross.

Harry had already packed for Hogwarts and quickly threw some clothes on; a white sleeveless shirt, black cargo pants and black sneakers.

He went to the Front Hall to see Junipa and Shane already there. Junipa was wearing gray ripped jeans, black converse and a one strap black tank top. Shane was wearing a black T-shirt, baggy jeans and black sneakers.

Junipa's curly pale blond hair was loose and went down all the way to her waist while Shane's shaggy chestnut hair went almost all the way to his chin.

"Are we apparating?" asked Shane.

"Yeah, we'll apparate right on the platform," answered Harry. Junipa raised a pale eyebrow at him.

"Won't it attract attention for three eleven year olds to apparate?" she asked and Harry had to admit she was right.

"We can apparate right on the train then," said Harry. "We can do it because of our blood." They agreed.

"Last compartment?" asked Shane and Harry nodded. They each grabbed their trunk and with a sharp crack disappeared.

They appeared in the last compartment of the train and one glance out the window showed most students still on the platform. Harry quickly scanned the families; there were too many black haired people so he looked for his mother's red hair.

He spotted a woman with red hair and his heart stopped for a few moments before he noticed that this woman was older and plumper than his mother. She was surrounded by many gangly red headed boys and one small red head girl.

"Just sit down Harry," said Junipa quietly. "You'll see him soon enough." Harry sighed but Junipa knew him too well. He sat down on the window seat, across from Junipa and next to Shane.

After a few more minutes, the train started to move. Harry watched as a ten year old red head ran alongside the train until she fell back. Junipa was looking at him worriedly while Shane had his head buried in a musty book. The door suddenly slammed open.

All three looked up to see Andrew Potter, with two boys flanking him. Andrew was handsome looking, though Harry suspected magic meddling. His skin was fair, he wore glasses like James and his neat black hair was a bit overlong. Though unlike Harry, Andrew was short and his frame was wiry.

The boys that flanked him were looking at Andrew like they idolized him. One was tall a red head boy with freckles and the other had an upturned nose with dark blond hair and small, stormy eyes.

"What are you doing in my compartment?" Andrew said snidely. "You better get out!"

Junipa looked angry enough to punch Andrew (which would have probably resulted in a black eye and/or a broken nose) though Shane kept his calm demeanour. Harry's face was completely emotionless as he looked at Andrew straight in the eye.

Andrew was confused as he stared at Harry; did he know him?

Harry decided to answer before Junipa did something stupid.

"Hello Andrew," Harry said quietly. "You better leave if you don't want trouble."

Hate it?? Love it?? Virtual cookies to reviewers!!

Oh and please tell me if you have any couples you would prefer; I take into account readers' suggestions and opinions. Oh and if you're going to flame me, please be civilized about it; if you don't have anything nice to say better not say anything at all.

Thanks to all readers and people who will be reviewing.

Cheers!

YoursTruly13

P.S. Here are the couples I'm considering for Harry (review with the one you want):

Harry and Junipa

Harry and Ginny

Harry and Luna

Harry and OC

And well if you have any other suggestions, please tell me.