A/N : This is my very first fanfic, and English is not my mother tongue. However, I'm having so much fun writing this, I hope you will like it. Feel free to give me any feedbacks !

PROLOGUE

It's always the same, you know ? The same pattern, since the beginning of time. The winners write History, and the losers don't get a saying, no matter what the truth actually is. What we usually forgot, it's that even in the winning side, people are forgotten, or ignored. The facts, what they did and say, it doesn't matter. Like they never were actually there, just a blur in the background.

This is why I want to vomit everytime someone mentions Harry Potter, the "Boy who lived", or "The Golden Trio", or anything about the "glorious and tragic story of the three teens who destroyed the most powerful dark wizard Britain ever saw".

Don't get me wrong, I don't have anything against Potter and his crew. I don't hold any grudge. I even admire the guy, in some ways. I don't really like him, sure, but there is no denying about his bravery, the things he went through and still managed to be a decent human being. That Weasley boy is a prick, but even him is not that bad in the end. But what tears me up inside, like a glove of burning metal squeezing my guts, is the fact that nobody ever said a word about us. About what we did. About how we resisted. How we fought, and lost friends. But we were not the Dumbledore's Army, now, were we? We had nothing to do with Potter, so nobody cared.

Let me tell you a story. A story that nobody will ever care to believe. Not that anyone even tried, anyway…

I need to tell you all about the Siblings of Metal….

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My name is John Shepard, I am a Slytherin. I got sorted into the house of green and sliver on the 1st of September. My first mistake, our first mistake, was already made: we got sorted after Potter. The boy looked terrified and so brave at the same time, we were all looking at him with glowing eyes, while he was sitting with that weird old hat on his head. The Gryffindor Table scared the hell out of us when they screamed and yelled their joy of having "the boy who lived" joining them.

But do you know what happened then ? Probably not. Nobody does anyway, because all that mattered was Potter. The teachers looked at no one but him. Even Gryffindor didn't really care about their other new recruits… It was all about him, not that he asked for it, to be honest.

I was sorted to Slytherin barely ten minutes later. I got a seat, and started eating in silence, keeping my head low. Few minutes later, two kids joined me, and this was probably the most important thing that has ever happened to me. Ashley Williams and Kaidan Alenko. From what I picked up, they already met in the train, the Hogwarts Express, and the boy Alenko was eager to make another friends. Williams was a bit more distant, more serious, but she had a bright smile. You could really see she was happy to be there.

- So what's your name, he asked first.

- I'm Shepard. John Shepard. Nice to meet you.

- I'm Kaidan, and this is Ashley ! So it looks like we're gonna spend the next years of our lives sharing the same dorms, and the same classes! That is so cool !

It was hard not to share his enthusiasm, even though, deep down, I was still scared to death. Eleven years old me, who discovered magic barely few weeks before, was not really comfortable with everything being so… well, magic.

Williams even looked concerned, which scared me even more, when I said my two parents were "Muggles".

- I would not say that to everyone, she whispered. Some people here think magic, and Hogwarts, should be for "purebloods" only. Especially in Slytherin…

I nodded, taking good not of this advice. Do you have any idea how hard it is for a Mudblood to be in Slytherin? The taunting, the disgust, the insults… The same they put on you. Thanks to her, I escaped that fate for a while, but I'll get back to that later.
She was a pureblood. That the word she used, but it really looks like she had to spit it. She explained that her parents, and her parent's parents, were all wizards, since the beginning of her bloodline.

I saw a blond boy turning his head towards us when she mentioned the "purebloods". Not sure about what he heard, or thought he heard, but he try to address her his most charming smile before turning back to his goons. It was the first time of many that Malfoy would try to hit on Williams.

Alenko was a son of two wizards as well, but his mother was "Half blood". Wizard father and Muggle mother. He kept rambling on his parents meeting in Slytherin and how he was happy to be in the same house. Williams was not so excited, as her parents were both in Ravenclaws, but some of her grandparents were in Slytherin, so it was not that bad after all.
None of it would mean anything to my parents, for sure.

Anyway, I am going to fast forward here. I spent my first four years my head down, learning as much as I could about magic and doing my best in class. I was not half bad, to be honest. I even think II was top of the class in Defense against the Dark Arts and Charms, at least among the First Years of Slytherin.

Williams and Alenko quickly became my best friends, people I could not live without. We spent all our time together. Truthfully, we were very much like the Golden Trio, back then, except for our colors. The only thing that mattered to us were our friendship, and our classes.

We witnessed Potter's first Quidditch games and Slytherin losing the House Cup on a twist at the end of our first year. We witnessed the blood on the walls and whispers about the Heir of Slytherin during our second year. We witnessed the Dementors, and Potter falling from the sky during our third. We witnessed the TriWizard Tournament, shared our classes with Durmstrang and Beauxbatons during our fourth.

It was when Dolores Umbridge arrived at Hogwarts, at the beginning of our fifth year, that we actually stopped being nothing but witnesses.