Harry Potter FanFic that starts off at the start of Harry's forth year at Hogwarts. However he isn't The-Boy-Who-Lived. His twin brother Michael has been lauded as such since the incident with Voldemort and as such as grown up to arrogant, rude and cruel to his brother and those who he feels are inferior to him. However a misunderstanding with a certain French visitor changes Harry's life forever.

Chapter 1: Sibling Rivalry

Harry Potter sighed as he watched his brother strut onto platform 9 ¾ like he owned the whole place and was generous enough to let everyone else on it. Harry knew that nothing would ever be said by either of his parents, James and Lily Potter, about Michael's behaviour as on their eyes he was the perfect son and saviour of the wizarding world who could do no wrong. Harry refused to think of his parents as Mum and Dad; they had long since lost that title to him for their actions, and if anything Harry felt that his godfather Sirius Black was the honorary holder of that title.

It had been thirteen years since the incident between Lord Voldemort and Michael Potter, or so the world assumed forgetting that Harry had been there as well. It had been pure luck that neither Lily nor James had been at home that night, having been dragged out to a new muggle dance club by Sirius, leaving Peter Pettigrew to babysit Michael and Harry. It was only when they returned that they realised what a terrible mistake they had made as the house was practically blow apart with no signs of life anywhere. Both of the Potters were well on their way to breaking down into hysterics when Sirius heard faint crying coming from the first floor and made his way carefully up as to not cause the house to fully collapse. When he reached the first floor he found both Harry and Michael there, although only Michael was crying whilst Harry was almost unnaturally quiet. However this wasn't what threw Sirius, no. It was the fact that Michael had a lightning bolt shaped scar on his forehead and Harry now had emerald green eyes when they had been hazel like James' were.

Having brought the children down to their distraught parents Sirius then contacted who he thought would be the best person for the job of helping them understand what had transpired that night, Albus Dumbledore. Sirius would only understand years later that calling Dumbledore in was a colossal mistake as the man was only out for himself even if he portrayed the kind and genial grandfather. However at the time Dumbledore was the leader of the vigilante group, The Order of the Phoenix, which had been set up to combat Voldemort and the Death Eaters, so Sirius trusted the man to make the right decision. When Dumbledore arrived he spent some time examining Michael Potter before announcing that he was the Boy-Who-Lived.

News quickly spread about Michael Potter's miracle survival against the supposedly unstoppable killing curse. At first both Lily and James Potter tried to control the exposure their sons had to the press and the public, but soon they became lost in the fame that came with being the parents of the Boy-Who-Lived. Initially they had treated both their sons exactly the same, but as they slowly let the fame of their son take over their lives, they began to ignore Harry who in their eyes did not need as much attention as his brother. At first Harry had tried to get his parents attention by acting as good as he possibly could so that they might take notice of how well behaved he was in contrast to his spoilt brat of a brother, but alas they just took this as a sign that Harry was growing up nicely and did not need his parents like Michael did. Harry then tried behaving badly to try and get his parents to at least pay attention to him, but these actions were seen as Harry being jealous of his brother's fame and not only did not garner his parents attention, they led to punishments that would grew more severe as time went by.

Sirius had tried to be the best Godfather he could to both Harry and Michael, but after a while even the easy going Grim animagus couldn't find it in him to try with Michael, who demanded sweets or toys whenever Sirius visited, and so tried to spend his time with Harry. Sirius could see that Harry was being neglected so after trying and failing to talk his 'friends' into some sense, Sirius took up the mantle of being Harry's honorary parent. Unfortunately for both Harry and Sirius their time together was limited as Sirius was still having to work long hours at the Auror office due to the fallout from the wizarding civil war that had happened.

Harry was brought out of his reminiscing by the loud and pompous voice of his brother; "Watch where you're going you peasant!" It looked like a first year had accidently knocked into him while attempting to board the train. "I am the Boy-Who-Lived! So you better learn some respect!"

The first year went pale and ran off leaving Michael Potter to smirk at the effect he had caused. Harry felt sick watching his brother act like he was king of the world whilst his parents did nothing to stop him, so Harry grabbed his trunk and went off to find his friends. Harry found his friends Neville Longbottom and Luna Lovegood midway down the train in an empty compartment that they had occupied a few minutes before. Harry and Neville had been friends since the first year of Hogwarts, despite Neville being in Gryffindor and Harry being in Ravenclaw. Their friendship had sprung up from Neville attempting to befriend Michael Potter due to how close his parents, Frank and Alice Longbottom, had been with the Potters before they were driven mad by Bellatrix Lestrange. Unfortunately for Neville, Michael Potter only saw a shy timid boy to bully in Neville, which he proceeded to do so while loudly exclaiming how stupid Neville must be to think that the Boy-Who-Lived would want to mix with squib scum like himself. However just as Neville had been about to break down in tears in front of everyone, Harry had marched up to his brother, punched him in the face and led Neville away so that if Neville's resolve did break he would not have everyone see him cry. In the end Neville had cried for the way he was treated as he had only wanted to keep the Longbottom/Potter alliance going and potentially make some friends along the way and instead it was thrown back in his face.

After some time in which Harry used to calm Neville down, Harry was able to get the full story of what happened from Neville before declaring what and arrogant asshole his brother was and instead extending the hand of friendship to Neville where his twin had refused. This started off their close friendship that had continued to be strong to this day as both boys had a strong sense of loyalty to friends and would not turn on each other almost no matter what happened to them. Harry's other friend Luna was a year younger than him and Neville, but was also in Ravenclaw. They had met when Harry had saved her from being bullied by some older students who seemed to take offense to Luna's eccentric look and behaviour that didn't fit in what the bullies would call the norm. These two were pretty much the only friends Harry had due to how almost everyone else fawned over his brother as the Boy-Who-Lived and just saw Harry as the boring, normal brother.

Neville and Luna smiled when Harry entered the apartment and were in the process of helping him to store his trunk and his owl, Hedwig's cage when they were rudely interrupted by the arrival of the Bully-Who-Lived. Michael Potter forced open the door flanked by Ron Weasley and Seamus Finnigean and sneered at both Neville and Luna before turning to his brother.

"Now Harry, I know you have more money on you from your summer job so hand it over before we're forced to do something you'll regret!" Michael drawled at his brother with a blatantly threatening air of superiority.

Harry though simply looked at his brother with a bored expression before replying in a calm and almost bored tone; "How about you piss off Michael and try your tough guy act on someone who might actually be scared by it. That is if you can find someone that scared of a coward like you!"

Michael Potter went red in the face before his expression changed from arrogant sneer to barely suppressed rage at his brother's words. He looked like he wanted to start a fight but saw how Harry already had his wand in his hand and although Michael would never admit it to anyone, he knew his brother was better than him at magic and all it would result in would be a humiliating defeat if he tried anything. With this in mind he signalled for his friends to leave but not before leaving with a parting insult; "My mistake, brother, I had forgotten that you spent all of your money bribing people to pretend to be your friends. Let's go guys, we don't want to catch loser-itis!"

As they left Harry could hear the three Gryffindors smirking at the insult Michael had just left Harry with and although he didn't show it, inside Harry was both seething in anger and also upset that still his brother refused to treat him like a human being.

Neville was first to speak again; "Don't mind that tosser, one of these days everyone will see that he can't back up most of his boasting and he'll be seen as the fraud he really is."

"Thanks Neville, it's nothing I'm not used to but he can't seem to just leave me alone ever!" Harry replied being both grateful to his friend but still somewhat upset. The rest of the train journey past by in relative peace barring interruptions of the snack trolley lady and a rather scared looking first year who ducked into their compartment briefly to escape a pair of bullying second years.

The journey up to the school was leisurely as ever albeit slightly unnerving as Luna had told both Harry and Neville about the Thestrals that pulled the carriages, but neither were able to see them due to not having seen death. As the three of them arrived at the doors to the Great Hall of Hogwarts they saw Michael Potter shoving some lower year students out of his way whilst laughing cruelly at them falling over. Once they had entered the hall Neville went off to the Gryffindor table whilst Harry and Luna made their way over to the Ravenclaw table. It was nearly fifteen minutes later that Professor McGonagall came into the hall leading the procession of this year's first year students who almost all looked like they were about to faint or throw up from sheer nervousness. This year the sorting hat sang a song about unity not just among the houses but with those from other countries that piqued Harry's curiosity at what the hat could know that the rest of the school didn't. A further twenty minutes later all of the first year students had been sorted with four girls and three boys joining the Ravenclaw table. It was at this time that Professor Dumbledore stood up and addressed the hall.

"To all students both new and old I bid you welcome and as now is not the time for speeches I have only two words for you, tuck in!" He finished warmly, smiling at the cheers of some students as the food appeared from nowhere on the four house tables.

As the students attacked the food on the tables a general noise of chatter rose steadily as people enquired how their friends summer's had been and which upper year student was trying to get off with who. Most of this chatter was blanked out by Harry and Luna as they had quickly learnt that most of this chatter was inane, not that most people would include 'Loony' Lovegood or Not-The-Boy-Who-Lived in their conversations. Initially when Harry had started Hogwarts alongside his brother he had tried to make friends in his own house and others outside of Neville, but he quickly was faced with people being disinterested in being friends with the unknown brother of the Boy-Who-Lived.

After the puddings vanished leaving the platters clear and shiny the headmaster once again stood up to give his start of the year speech.

"Good Evening! Now that we are all fed and watered there are a few start of term notices that I wish to announce. First and foremost is the new Defence Against the Dark Arts Professor, Alastor Moody, who has agreed to come out of retirement for this year to help with the running of the school and to assist with an event that is taking place at Hogwarts this year. "

Most of the hall broke out in whispered conversation at the announcement of the famous Auror Alastor Moody teaching them and the event that Dumbledore had mentioned, however after clearing his throat loudly the hall fell silent and Dumbledore continued with his speech.

"Secondly I regret to inform you that the Inter House Quidditch Cup will not take place this year as-"

This was as far as Dumbledore got before he was drowned out by angry exclaims from the majority of the houses, the loudest being Michael Potter and Ron Weasley which caused Harry to smirk at how personally his brother was taking this announcement. It took several firecrackers shot from the end of the Headmasters wand before silence was restored in the hall and he could once again continue.

"The cup will not be held due to the event that I have previously mentioned which I can now reveal as the Triwizard Tournament! For those that are unfamiliar with this tournament it consists of three magical schools from which a single student is chosen to compete. This chosen student will be their respective school's champion and will have to complete three dangerous tasks in order to have a chance at claiming the Triwizard cup and being named Triwizard Champion! The delegations from Durmstrang and Beauxbatons shall be arriving next week and more information shall be released at that time. Now off to bed toodle pip!"

As the Headmaster's speech drew to a close excited talk spread like fiendfire around the great hall as students began their journeys to their common rooms. Harry for the most part was completely uninterested in the whole thing as he knew he would be far too young to compete in the tournament even if he had wanted to. However this did not mean that he would root for whoever was chosen as Hogwarts' champion as long as it wasn't one of the pureblood supremist Slytherins.

The week before the other schools arrived seemed to fly past and before Harry knew it he was lined up alongside the other Ravenclaws awaiting the arrival of Durmstrang and Beauxbatons. Durmstrang arrived first in an old style battleship that had suddenly surfaced from underneath the surface of the Black Lake. Beauxbatons arrived almost ten minutes later in a giant carriage pulled by giant winged horses known as Abraxans. As the Beauxbatons students descended out of their carriage the assembled Hogwarts students were treated to two amazing sights, one was the tallest woman they had ever seen outside of the gamekeeper Hagrid. The other was one of the students who after pulling off the shawl around her face and shoulders was revealed to be the most beautiful woman any of them had laid eyes on.

Fleur Delacour was feeling slightly frustrated as she descended the steps from the carriage in order to fall into line behind her Headmistress, Madam Maxine. As she looked over the assembled Hogwarts students she was unsurprised to see almost all of the boys staring at her with unhidden lust and the girls glaring at her with hateful stares. This was nothing new; she had been treated like this for as long as her Veela powers had come into effect. As she scanned the crowd she saw a boy looking at her with lust and a hint of possessiveness she recognised him as being the Boy-Who-Lived, Michael Potter. If half the stories about this boy's cruelty and arrogance had been true then Fleur knew this is someone she should stay well away from. However as the students from the three schools made their way up to Hogwarts, Fleur felt a hand squeeze her ass prompting her to slap it away and turned to face the culprit which turned out to be a smirking Michael Potter who still had the look of lust and possession in his eyes like he owned Fleur, but now there was a new expression on his face that seemed to say that she couldn't do anything about what he had just done as he was the famous Boy-Who-Lived. Needless to say Fleur was livid at the boy, but was unable to do anything in the crowd as she might hit an innocent if she tried to hex him.

Harry had remained oblivious to this drama as he was currently stopping Cho Chang and Marietta Edgecombe from bullying Luna, something which they did frequently due to Luna not fitting in with what the two older girls viewed as normal. As the students entered the hall the Durmstrang contingency sat at the Slytherin table, much to the disappointment of many Gryffindors as it had been revealed the internationally acclaimed best seeker in the world, Viktor Krum was still in school at Durmstrang. The Beauxbatons contingency opted to sit at the Ravenclaw table in what was regarded as the popular students section which was at the opposite end to where Harry and Luna sat.

Dumbledore stood up as all the students were seated and addressed the gathered students of all three schools; "I would like to put forward a kind welcome to the students who have joined us here from both Durmstrang and Beauxbatons who I hope find suitable hospitality within these walls. Secondly I have some announcements in regard to the Triwizard tournament, but our guests have travelled long and are in need of nourishment so without further delay I call the feast open!"

With his final words Dumbledore clapped his hands once and the platters filled up in front of the students, Harry was quick to notice some other dishes that were not normally present at feasts or normal meal times and surmised that they must be dishes native to both France and Bulgaria to help make their guests feel more at home. Roughly half way through the meal Harry saw one of the Beauxbaton witches stand up and walk to the Gryffindor table where she engaged in brief conversation before returning with a pot of what looked like fish stew. Harry noted that this woman was almost unearthly beautiful and seem to entrance most of the boys in the hall, making a lot of them women and girls frown or glare at her. Harry however knew how rude it was to stare and that there was no point having a crush on a witch most likely three years his senior and who would be unlikely to want anything to do with a nobody like him.

As the feast dragged on it was easily seen the sheer number of students that were craning their necks every few minutes to see if Dumbledore looked like he was about to make his speech about the Triwizard tournament that everyone had been awaiting with breathless anticipation. Finally Dumbledore rose to his feet; an action that brought almost immediate silence.

"Eternal Glory! That is what awaits the winner of the Triwizard tournament, but be warned if chosen you stand alone. There can be no second thoughts or backing out if chosen by the Goblet of Fire. Therefore I must impress upon anyone wishing to enter their name into the goblet to think through their decision very carefully first before ultimately submitting your name."

Dumbledore paused briefly to survey the room and seeing no questions were about to be asked he continued on; "The Goblet shall be placed outside in the main hall, anyone who wishes to enter their name must write their name and school on a piece of parchment and drop it into the fire by this time tomorrow. Now to go through some of the rules of the competition, Mr Crouch from the Ministry has been elected to say a few words."

The headmaster stepped down from the lectern at the front of the hall and another man in a muggle style suit stepped up to address the students.

"Thank you Professor Dumbledore. The Ministry has decided that to minimise the risk of under qualified students taking part in the tournament, no student under the age of seventeen shall be allowed to submit their name."

Whatever Mr Crouch was about to say next was drowned out by the tidal wave of shouts of disapproval from the students of Hogwarts and the angry words of what Harry assumed were the Weasley twins who were complaining about only needing to be a few months older. Dumbledore was forced to intervene in order to bring quiet back to the hall.

"SILENCE!" He boomed and the hall quickly fell back into a mutinous silence.

Mr Crouch then continued; "This ruling has been brought in to make sure that the previous tournaments death tolls are not repeated now. Professor Dumbledore shall be drawing an age line around the Goblet and I must ask you to not attempt to cross this line if you are underage."

With these final words Mr Crouch sat back down and Professor Dumbledore was able to retake his position at the lectern to send the students to bed. On the way out of the hall Harry overheard Mad Eye Moody telling the Durmstrang High Master Karkaroff that he had indeed run init the Boy-Who-Lived Michael Potter and that he better move as he was blocking the door. Harry shook his head at how his brother was still treated after all these years, he thought that people would have got used to him by now and treated him normally.