Here is the first chapter of my new story. This idea came to me and I had to write it down. I hope you like it. We'll see what happens in the future of it. Please read and review love Hermione xxx

Petunia Dursley was concerned. She'd been called into Dudley's school about him and just knew somehow that Harry was behind whatever it was or so she truly thought. She entered the classroom after knocking on the door and seeing the teacher sitting at her desk with an angry Dudley before her shouting at her.

"We don't accept freaks in my house! I don't want to be thrown out of my house!" he snapped as Petunia entered smiling slightly nervously.

"Ah Mrs Dursley please enter. Dudley please go and sit in the corner while I speak with your mother. Go on son. You're not in trouble I promise you!" she said alarming Petunia. Why would he ever think he was in trouble for something? This was certainly new. He went and sat in the corner to colour something in while Petunia sat down.

"Thank you for coming here. You may recall a few weeks ago that I gave my class a test. As is the norm with the special test I gave them they had one hour to complete it and it contained one or two questions above their year level just to test them out. If they could not answer them I would mark them solely on the others. I must apologise to you Petunia for I had thought that Dudley here was rather unintelligent and that nothing I was doing was helping him. He's a very special boy and when I corrected the test I realised my mistake" she said pausing as Petunia nodded for her to continue whilst looking concerned. "Please god don't let him be a freak too I simply couldn't bear it" she thought angrily.

"Ma'am Dudley is actually exceptionally smart and yes I do realise why it would have never appeared so. He has a learning difficulty called Dyslexia and this usually means that he will struggle to read anything at all or even to write properly as everything he sees he will see backwards. I called you in here because when I informed him of this he snapped telling me that you guys would more or less disown him for being different. Now I don't blame you of course. Kids at his age can be so fragile. Please help me in assuring him he's ok and then we'll speak about your nephew!" she said seriously as Petunia rolled her eyes.

"Dudley come here at once. Now sit down. Dudley it may surprise you to know that you are suffering with a learning difficulty one in fact my own mother had. Yes your grandmother had it. There is nothing to feel ashamed about I assure you!" she said shocked as he burst into tears.

"Why do you even have me? Harry is so much better then I'll ever be!" he wailed shocking her greatly.

"I love you Dudley more so even then Harry. Yes he's my nephew and yes we have to look after him but still you are my son and I will never abandon you in any way. Please trust me. Now go and do some colouring again as I must talk with Miss Grant about Harry!" she said as she once again approached the desk leaving a thoughtful Dudley behind. To be honest although she would never truly admit it Petunia had not been surprised to learn that about her son. His grades were awful and this would surely be why.

"Now then Petunia we need to speak also about your nephew Harry. The test I gave was meant to take one hour yet he had it finished in twenty minutes. Now I must ask you something rather difficult but would you in any way know why Harry has started to try and pretend that he is awful at everything in his classes when the opposite is most definitely true?" she asked a shocked Petunia. If she'd expected anything this wasn't it.

"To be honest ma'am you have me at a loss. I can see no real reason why he would do this" she said feeling very insecure all of a sudden and slightly cursing her husband. Just what the hell had he done?

"I took the liberty of having Harry do another rather special test under the pretext of a detention during his lunch hour. I told him I had told everyone else he had gotten detention so they would not get jealous. I must say Dudley seemed very happy with that almost too happy actually although that truly is a moot point now. It was an IQ test. He did the test well believing it to be a punishment and that it was something no one would hear about only us. Petunia he scored a 145 on his IQ test. Furthermore he has been accepted into a private college not half an hour from here for geniuses such as himself. He will go on a scholarship and it has been arranged for him. I just need you to sign the forms. Quite frankly his talents would be wasted here ma'am" she said as Petunia balked feeling very sick indeed.

How in the hell was that even possible? She was furious he would outshine her son so much and furious even further that Dudley had implied they don't accept freaks in their home. She was sorely tempted to smack Dudley this once for his pure insolence but did not only just. She seriously didn't want Harry to go to this better school but considering that it was being paid for via scholarship there was not much she could do to oppose it. He was currently eight years old and would attend this special school for three years before deciding where he wanted to go after that.

"Does this school have a boarding option? I gather he may like to stay there if he can as being at home with so many distractions would not be good for his education?" she lied effortlessly. If she had ever gone into a Hogwarts house it would have been Slytherin for sure. She just wanted him out of the house so they could go back to normal again, all of them.

"Well yes he can but I am not sure he would want to ma'am. He is only eight years old but if he would like it then yes it can be arranged. I would also suggest as well as his uniform buying him some clothing which actually fit him. Quite frankly ma'am he looks ridiculous and I'm not the first person to notice it either. I can tell he doesn't like it but he refuses to tell me why. I gently asked him about it before and he flinched. I know what happened with the death of his parents being so hard on him and of course you so maybe you could reassure him that he doesn't need to worry so much about things like this. Between you and me kids take death and grieving very differently indeed then we would" she said as Petunia balked. She was loath to spend any money on her nephew but looking at him in the opposite corner reading at an extremely fast rate while looking very traumatised she suddenly felt some piece of remorse for all of his starvation at their hands.

"Harry please come here. As of next week you will be going to a special school for exceptionally smart and gifted children. You have the option of boarding there or essentially living at the school. You would return home once a month to spend a weekend with us. Would you like to do that or would you prefer to come home everyday? I would not recommend it as Vernon would not be forgiving!" she whispered that last part so only he could hear her shock resonating in his eyes. Was this kindness of a sort from his aunt? He could see her angry mask slipping back into place.

"I was not aware that this was an option. I will take it please if you don't mind. Thank you Miss Grant. I want to ensure you that your lessons have not be cumbersome to me and that I have most enjoyed being in your class" he said eloquently and politely shocking them both.

"Thank you Harry. I have enjoyed teaching you. I wish you well in your future endeavours!" she said shaking his hand as Petunia signed the forms for him. As they all left the building Petunia asked Dudley to get in the car while she talked privately with Harry. Dudley smiled thinking that his cousin was going to get in trouble once again.

"Harry for reasons of safety I will be telling Vernon you are delinquent and have been automatically transferred to board at a school for bad boys. It is of course not true but alas you have your mothers' eyes and I can no longer stand Vernon's treatment of you. I am disgusted as it would now seem evident he asked you not to display your educational prowess. Would I be right? Don't worry you're not going to get into trouble but he will!" she snapped suddenly so unlike herself as Harry cried.

"I am so sorry Petunia but he said it was my fault that Dudley was such a stupid fool all the time and that if I didn't start getting lower grades then him to make him feel more important in every way I could I would severely regret it. He said his other attempts would be mild in comparison. I am so sorry all I have ever wanted to be is normal but I can't even do that well!" he sobbed as she hugged him closely for a brief moment while Dudley was playing his handheld game.

"You have nothing to be sorry for and Vernon indeed will be sorry for ever insinuating my son could ever be stupid. If anyone is stupid right now Harry it's Vernon. I do resent that you were left with us and we had no choice but to keep you for safety reasons but I truly resent someone ever being told that they must under perform educationally. I got top marks in school and every exam I ever took and I know I would have freaked out if someone had asked me to pretend to be bad to make someone else feel better. Get in we're going!" she said stiffening up considerably.

"Ok boys we're going to an ice cream parlour in celebration. Dudley here has a special gift his grandmother had which enables him to do and see things differently. From now on Dudley when you take your exams you will have someone with you who will read out the questions to you and write down your answers as you tell them to this person. We will help to train your mind to see things properly. It is of course the reason why your grades have been so bad. You have the knowledge in your brain but getting it to come out is the problem so this other person will get it out the right way for you!" she said as Dudley looked shocked that his mother was in any way ok with it. What the hell had Vernon done and around her son no less that he ever feared he'd be thrown out of their house?

They entered the ice cream parlour with Dudley looking shocked that Harry was getting anything at all. She got Harry anything he wanted and the same for Dudley. When Dudley looked as though he was going to freak out about it she shot him a look which utterly terrified him and helped him to remain silent as he'd never seen her look so scary before. She was an Evans girl and you never messed with an Evans girl. Harry got a large sundae and ate it happily thanking his lucky stars that it was not a dream and that he was in fact able to enjoy this. When he was done they all went home. Vernon was waiting for them and was about to shout about them being so late when he noticed Petunia's face and stopped in his tracks.

"Boys go upstairs and play a game on the Nintendo. Dudley just this once do as I say. Show Harry how it works or some such thing your father and I need to have a chat!" she said as Dudley who once again looked like he might shit himself lead Harry upstairs. Petunia shut the kitchen door and rounded on Vernon looking angrier then he'd ever seen her.

"VERNON MICHAEL DURSLEY! Because of the way we have treated Harry over the years Dudley was terrified we'd disown him for having a learning difficulty one which my own mother no less had! Not only that but the school noticed Harry was in ill fitting clothing which I must admit was my fault. Would you believe it if I told you they'd noticed he was under performing educationally on purpose and even asked me about it? I cannot believe that you had told him he should under perform in order to make Dudley look better. I have never been more disgusted in my life. As a consequence of what you said to Harry Dudley told everyone at school he'd be kicked out of the house and our family for being different. YOU ABSOLUTE FOOL! As of next week Harry is off to a school for delinquents which he will board at thankfully for all of us. The school itself is covering costs so we will not be charged for it. We will only need to buy his uniform, books and clothing. He will come home once a month on a weekend and you will ignore him on those weekends are we clear? I cannot have Dudley fearing his own damn parents because of what a bigot his father is. Yes I said it. Harry is an inconvenience and of course shouldn't have been placed with us but he was and we must deal with it!" she snapped as he seemed to deflate at her tone a little bit. Upstairs Dudley feeling bored told Harry to get out of his room and closed the door in his face. Harry sat at the top of the stairs listening to them argue below him.

"It's not my damn fault his parents left him here is it? I mean really why couldn't this Albus Dumbledore man take him in if he was such a damn delinquent? Do not look at me that way. You know they elected to leave him because their other son was a danger to him or such nonsense! As for Dudley I didn't actually know that about him. You know I was a straight a student myself so obviously him not being one is mortifying for me. He's my son how the fuck do you think that feels?" he snapped as Harry's head snapped to attention at that. He had a brother. Oddly enough as he thought about how to find out information on his brother as he went into the bathroom he disappeared landing in what appeared to be a bank. He could visibly see creatures or Goblins around him and smiled to himself after all it did look really cool. A Goblin rushed up to chastise the child shocked by his appearance.

"This is so awesome and real Goblin no less! You look so damn cool! Am I dreaming? I wanted to know some more about my brother and ended up here" he said suddenly as the goblin before him deflated slightly laughing at his compliment from earlier.

"I will need to get you write your name on this parchment here using this quill. It writes with your blood but will tell me who you are!" said the Goblin seriously as he frowned.

"Parchment? A quill? What is this the eighteen hundreds? Yes sir I will do it but only because you look rather imposing and I'd rather not annoy you even if you are a little special looking. I mean you do look so cool!" he said as he did so wincing in pain but not as much as a child usually would making the Goblin suspicious. People who didn't flinch too much at that kind of pain usually came from abused backgrounds. He gasped as Harry's name was there beside his twin James the boy who lived. Both Lily and James were alive indeed but chose to leave him with the Dursleys because they were afraid he would never be safe near his twin when he had defeated Voldemort and Harry had not. They had done no tests but assumed him to be a squib because he had been sleeping when they found him and they were unable to wake him up. Actually it was magical core exhaustion not that they knew that.

"Tell me Harry do you know your family?" he asked gesturing to an office where they both sat down at a desk.

"I don't know much except my parents were druggies and drunkards who died in a car crash however after overhearing my aunt and uncle in an argument I am not so sure it is true. I would imagine my parents left me with the Dursley's because they realised they could never properly match up to or indeed love a genius such as myself. I mean I am rather unique after all and that would be enough to intimidate anyone. I'll be off to a private boarding school for gifted children for the next three years until I decide what I would like to do with my life" he said seriously shocking the goblin which was a rarity.

"Harry you have a twin brother. Your true name is Harrison James Potter and his name is James Sirius Potter. You are known simply as Harry and he is known simply as Jim Potter the boy who lived. I will explain. When you were younger there was a magical mad man who fashioned the name of Voldemort for himself. He had many followers or supporters in a terrorist group known as death eaters. His death eaters would kill and torture anyone they believed to be below them. Your parents were involved in a prophecy about the future when it was prophesied that they would have a child who would end Lord Voldemort after they had thrice defied him. Your brother James was the boy that this prophecy spoke of. When Lord Voldemort found out where you were all living he came there to kill both you and your brother. He used something we call in the magical world a killing curse which usually kills something on contact however when he fired it at the both of you it somehow rebounded on him killing him instead and this is the reason that your famous brother Jim is known as the boy who lived. What do you know about your placement with the Dursleys?" he asked Harry who sat there utterly dumbfounded.

"Well now that you say all this I can imagine they either did not know of my educational intellect to begin with or were intimidated and terrified of their other son who had defeated this dark lord. They might have even feared he could hurt me. I mean seriously? Does anyone even know that Voldemort means flight from death in English? So this megalomaniac who was apparently very dangerous named himself after fleeing from death how very noble indeed. I imagine if people knew that they might laugh at his stupidity in choosing such a reckless name. I read and studied french in secret from a book in the library so I am fluent in it. I did not tell my relatives for reasons I will not be getting into but suffice it to say I know what Voldemort means the bloody fool. Sorry but I am not taking a fool with a name that is equally as foolish seriously" he said to which the goblin himself balked slightly.

"Well I did not realise that about his name. Mr Potter. Actually I do know why your parents left you with the Dursley's I was just wondering if you had been informed truthfully yourself and I can see you have not. When James defeated Lord Voldemort he was the only known survivor of the killing curse hence the name of the boy who lived. Your parents and indeed Albus Dumbledore assumed James had stolen your magical core somehow to defeat him leaving you as a squib or someone without magic however now that you are here I can see that is not true. I want you to do a test for me if you please" he instructed as Harry looked at him in shock this time.

"Please close your eyes and attempt to meditate slowly breathe in and out. Now eventually as you sink deeper into yourself you should see a golden strand before you. As you travel along the golden strand you will reach a number at the top please tell me this number when you see it" he said as Harry smiled.

"Okay I can see the gold strand and I'm going to the top. Hang on this is taking a while. Oh dear that's not great one second please as there is something black here and I am breaking through it although it does hurt me to do so. UGH! Got it now onwards we go. Oh here we are. The number here says one hundred and fifty sir" Harry said as the goblin almost fainted but caught himself. Harry had explained that he had met a block of sorts on his magic in some capacity and had just rather effortlessly broken through it with no problems. He was taken from his musing as Harry started to shriek momentarily.

"OH COME ON! CHILL THE HELL OUT!" he snapped as the goblin jumped at the way in which he was speaking to himself when his eyes fluttered open in annoyance.

"I swear to god sometimes my brain can be so annoying. I was remembering something from my childhood when I was a baby and it tried to hurt my head but I wouldn't let it. I was able to view it once I told it to calm down. My guess is that someone did not want me to see or remember this and I don't know why. No one needs these kind of memories trying to evoke such ridiculousness in them. As it were I did see the memory anyway so to hell with the bastard that tried to hide it from me. Lily did not wish to give me up but James and this Albus Dumbledore dude made her do it so this younger Jim guy wouldn't harm me. In fact James was relieved to be rid of me although seeing how reckless he clearly behaved in my memories I can see why he might be. I am intimidating after all. Well nevertheless how did I get here?" he asked as the goblin looked at him in awe. He had a very high magical core probably higher then James and Lily's cores had been.

"Well there are two types of magic people use and those are wandless magic performed without the aid of a wand and wand magic performed using a wand. A trace is placed on wands wizards get at the age of eleven preventing them from using magic in the muggle world and doesn't remove itself until the age of seventeen. Based on what I saw in your memories I feel it only safe to tell you that a wizard who practices wandless magic at any age cannot be caught or punished by the law. I tell you this as you may need to use wandless magic to protect yourself in the future and I would prefer if you don't get in trouble for doing so. When you go to Hogwarts at age eleven each summer you return home you won't be able to use a wand so if you have wandless magic in this instance you can protect yourself without being caught out for it. Please do not tell anyone I told you this. As for how you got here well you willed your magic to take you somewhere you could learn about your brother safely and so it brought you here. Do you need anything else before I pop you home as time is frozen in that house until you return?" he asked as Harry looked at him thoughtfully his mind going a mile a minute at the new information he'd just recieved. This could be useful in the future against Vernon for sure. No more would he be abused and beaten by the man that's one sure thing.

"Yes actually I require prescription glasses with anything magical in them to protect me in any way you see fit. You do know more then me after all. Also I wish to be able to somehow control my hair as quite frankly it looks ridiculously messy and doesn't suit me all that well" he said as the goblin chuckled.

"That is a familial Potter trait actually. All men are born with naturally messy hair. I will arrange the glasses for you momentarily!" he said as Harry sighed.

"Does no one ever think to fix things like that huh? I gather from my memories of this James man he is a reckless idiot who cares far too much about everything but how those who meet him will get their first impression. Luckily for me the non magical world or muggle world as I remember him saying in that memory does have things to calm down hair. I shall be making use of these products as soon as I can. I intend to give a good impression everywhere I go!" he said as the goblin returned with frames of varying thickness and shapes from which he was to select his preferred frames of choice.

"Mr Potter will you allow me to look inside your mind for a moment?" he asked as Harry said he could. He looked into Harry's mind and came upon what appeared to be a huge metal vault which was highly sealed and would only open once someone had tediously applied enough oil to the rusty hinge outside which would take minutes. Eventually after what felt like five or so minutes he successfully opened the vault and was astonished as it was empty inside. There was nothing in it at all. He emerged from the vault and noticed a painting of a library on the wall which was extremely nondescript but grew to the size of a door when he stood in front of it. When he stepped into it he was able to access the memories of Harry which the boy elected to show him however as he realised most people would not even notice the non descript painting he smiled as most people would never be able to read this boys mind. He approached what appeared to be a restricted section when a goblin much like himself only green in colour stepped forward. I wouldn't do that if I were you. Take one more step closer and I will slit your damn throat you son of a bitch! He recoiled in fear slightly and then laughed the heartiest laugh he had in many years.

Harry had seen it on the TV where a man had said those words one time to sound menacing and so he'd used it in the protection of his mind palace. He checked once more and with further shock realised Harry was not a natural occlumens but a natural legillimens instead. It would seem he'd made this himself his whole life. He was most impressed. He emerged from his mind smiling. This was the most cunning mindscape he'd ever seen.

"Harry do you know what an occlumens is?" he asked as Harry thought for a moment.

"Well I know that the word occlude means to stop or hide a passage way or object" he responded as the Goblin smiled at him.

"Ok very good. I will tell you in our world we have two ways of using the magics of the mind. Occlumency is the ability to shield your mind from an attack of mind reading known as Legillimency. Some people will use Legillimency by calling out Legillimens and looking directly into your eyes to see into your mind. Some people are natural occlumens and can naturally defend their minds effortlessly against a mind reading attack. When I checked out your mind you had one of the most cunning and brilliant defenses I have ever seen but more amazing then that is the fact that you are not a natural occlumens you have just merely done this all by yourself!" he said in genuine astonishment as Harry smiled at him brightly.

"Well what can I say I like to be diligent and thorough! I mean you never do know who could be watching at any moment and to leave any thoughts unguarded would be highly foolish and reckless. It would be the kind of thing that someone who thinks they are better then everyone else around them would not deem necessary to do. What is your name by the way I do realise I have not asked you for it and do not wish to be perceived as rude" he said as the Goblin smiled.

"Harry I am Griphook your personal account manager here at Gringotts Wizarding bank. While I said you are not a natural occlumens you are a natural legillimens. This means for normal wizards wishing to see into someone's mind they will need to cast legillimency on the person with their wands while looking into their eyes. For you this is not true or necessary. It means you can look into someone's mind without using the legillimency spell or looking into their eyes. They will never know you are looking into their minds either. You are a marvellous boy. The Wizarding world should prepare for when you come to school here at the age of eleven as they will not know what hit them. I will give you glasses now with every charm on them including one that protects against physical violence and allows you to see in all kinds of weird situations. Also these glasses will not fall off and cannot be summoned by anyone else. They may only be removed by you. Now do you need anything else before I give you those glasses?" he asked as Harry looked thoughtfully at him.

"Yes I wish to be as prepared as I can to enter that world when I am eleven. I will need a book which tells me how to do so. I want the book to contain etiquette, laws and everything else you feel I should know about. I will select the dark black round glasses with thick frames. Thank you Mr Griphook you have been most helpful!" he said as Griphook smiled at his good manners.

He handed Harry the new glasses who put them on smiling. "Mr Potter sir your family here has a familial vault filled with Wizarding money called galleons, sickles and knuts and two trust vaults one for you and one for your brother Jim. Here is your key to access your account. Some of your blood has been placed on it so only you may use it even if someone should attempt to steal the key from your person" he said as Harry thought for a moment.

"Humour me please and tell me who was born first Jim or myself?" he asked as Griphook smirked. He'd be a huge asset to the bank if ever chose to work in the finance department for sure.

"You were born first and are the Potter heir apparent. This means that when James Potter dies you'll be the new Lord Potter!" he said shocked by Harry's response.

"Well judging by how pretentious and ridiculous James was in my memories of the man I am not surprised he was a Lord nor would I be surprised if he died too early for being a fool. Thank you Griphook I wish to return home now" he said politely as he was returned home at once the house unfreezing. He had a large book in his hands designed to look like anything other then what it actually was to anyone muggle including his relatives.

"Yes I know that but at the end of the day Lily is my sister and whether I like that or not he will be a wizard just as she was a witch and we may be rid of him when that happens. After which point Vernon we will be free to have the normal lives we always wanted to. I will not have the only son I struggled so much to even conceive belittled for being Dyslexic like his grandmother and indeed mother. Do you know I didn't tell him I had been dyslexic myself and that it merely got better after years of training. I don't care what you think about Harry Vernon only because he is not your son. You will think about how you can best treat your son tonight while you clear out his toy room of all his broken toys, put that new bed in the attic in there and buy a desk and chair to go in it. When Harry returns each weekend he will stay there!" she snapped as Vernon who was now too afraid of his wife to complain did so. That night he went shopping and bought a small desk and chair and the single sleigh bed from the attic was taken into the now clean second bedroom. It was about ten thirty pm by the time Harry fell into his new bed in his new room falling asleep as soon as his head touched the pillow. Tomorrow would be interesting for sure.