Name: Graceful

Summary: Two year old Julian was declare the Boy Who Lived, while his older twin Harry was abandoned only to be adopted by our favorite potion professor. Now with his adopted father and family he's more then anyone could have ever imagined. R/H/N/G Bashing. H/?

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, only the character you don't recognize and the plot.

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Chapter 3: It Just Couldn't Be. Could It?

Two more weeks before class started and he was already regretting his decision to tag along with his father for a whole year at Hogwarts. He would love to spend some time with his grandfather mind you. What he didn't like was spending the whole year with people he knew he wouldn't get along with. Hogwarts was stuck in the medieval ages and he had grown up in the 20th century. He had only been to one school his whole life and He didn't think he could fit in anywhere else like he had done in his precious school. He had life long friends he absolutely hated to leave behind. They had promised to write to each no matter what. He knew his friends would keep their promise and they knew he would keep his, though it still didn't make him feel any better.

The only good thing that would come out of this trip would be spending time with his family. He smiled at the though of his grandfather's gift. He had gotten quite attached of the little kitten. It had been fun watching his father chase the little demon, as his father liked to call him, around and out of his lab. Harry was sure he had heard his father promise to curse his grandfather when they met for sending the little creature.

Julian walked into Diagon Alley with his two best friends; Neville Longbottom and Ron Weasley. Both had been beside the Chosen One long before they could remember. Julian had messy black hair like his father but his hair color was a lighter shade then the older man. His eyes were all his, bright blue. Standing at 5'3, Julian weighted little more then 135.

The famous trio made their way to Florean Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlour where they were to wait for their parents. Julian was starting his sixth year at Hogwarts but he had just turned fifteen somewhat two weeks ago on 1st of August. He was still receiving presents and well wishes for it. Finally arriving to the Parlour, the trio ordered their favorite ice cream. They were about to take sits when they heard giggling near by.

"He's so cute." The boys heard a girl behind them squeal loudly.

"I think I'm in love." Another girl whispered noisily. Multiple dreamy sighs followed the statement. The boys exchanged matching smirks before making themselves presentable. Julian's ego was really eating all of it up. Already quite big, it was quickly becoming obese. Turning to the group of girls, Julian's face turned bright red both with anger and embarrassed. The group of girls didn't even acknowledge the three boys. Someone completely different captured the group's attention. There all alone sat a boy their age lost in his own thoughts.

How dare they? He was the Chosen One. Hewas the one who started school a whole year earlier then everyone else. The loner boy smiled still deep in his thoughts unknowingly getting a huge reaction from the girls sitting near by. Making up his mind, Julian walked up the boy's table and sat without an invitation. The boy didn't seem to notice it. If he did, he didn't show it. Seconds turned into minutes and Julian was getting annoyed. He cleared his throat but got no reaction. He repeated the action once again, this time a little louder. Again, there was no reaction from the boy. He was about to repeat it again when the boy finally looked up.

"You shouldn't be eating ice cream if you have a sore throat." The boy smirked. Not the best comeback but he looked a little out of it. It still flared Ron's anger.

"Look here buddy..." Ron started but stopped when Julian motioned him to.

"I'm Julian Potter..." Julian paused for a reaction but when none came he reluctantly continued. "This is Ron Weasley and Neville Longbottom." He pointed out his best friends and waited. Again the boy said nothing as the seconds pasted by.

"Harry. Nice to meet you." The boy replied.

"Your an American?" Ron asked as if he already knew the boy was below them. Harry only stared at Ron in amusement and it was making Ron very uncomfortable.

"What are you a muggle-born or something?" Julian was getting annoyed again. Harry's eyes turned to Julian but he was no longer amused. Harry's light green eyes had hardened a bit but Julian and his friends would never back down no matter how scared they were.

"I know your mother is." Harry said and stood up to leave. He would have too if it hadn't been for Neville catching the boy's arm painfully, or at least that's what Neville thought.

"Who the hell do you think your talking to?" He spat out the words with disgust. "Julian is the Boy-Who-Lived." The boy turned to face Neville and grabbed his wrist, giving a hard squeeze until the Neville whimpered in pain. Julian and Ron froze in shock while their best friend and the strongest of the three looked as if he desperately wanted to beg for his captor to release him.

"I know exactly who I'm talking to Mr. Longbottom. I'm talking to a boy who's got an ego too big for his head and thinks everyone is beneath him. I'm talking to his friends who should be helping him realize he is just another human being, instead they treat him like god and everyone else like dirt." Harry turned to Julian "Ihatepeoplelikethat. I don't wish to waste anymore time then I already have around you." He gave Julian and his friends one last look and left.

Lily and James arrived at the Florean Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlour to find Julian red in the face and one of his friends nursing a bruised wrist.

"What happened?" James asked as Lily took a look at Neville's hand.

"A stupid boy, he had the nerve to say bad things about Julian." Ron spoke seeing as Julian was still in shock. No one had ever talked to him like that in front of him or behind his back. This was completely new to him.

"So you beat him up?" Lily seemed most disappointed at the boys but it quickly faded into anger at the person who dear speak ill of her son. James's anger turned into pride when he thought about it.

"Good going boys. Way to teach him some respect." James smiled at the boys.

"Wrong, they get crushed." They heard the voice of a girl near by. Everyone looked up to see a group of girls leaving, giggling as they discussed the show they had witnessed. No one seemed to be cheering Julian's name.

"You lost? How?" The Longbottoms along with the Weasleys had arrived to hear the girl's comment.

"Who was it?" Mr. Weasley asked slightly curious.

"An American named Harry." Lily and James just blinked in confusion. The Longbottoms decided to quickly take Neville to the Hospital wing at Hogwarts to see the damaged done. The Weasleys decided to head home early and the Potters followed.