Title: The Phoenix Warriors
Summary: Harry was ignored by his parents until he got taken away to learn how to be a warrior with another 11 Chosen Ones. Years later they go back to Hogwarts and nothing will be the same anymore.
Pairings: HP/HG, BZ/ HA, RW/LL
A/N: This is a REALLY short prologue. Sorry but I just want to test the waters and see if there is any response. Don't flame me! Yes in this Harry will be a twin, but there is no child abuse, only a manipulative Dumbledore!
Disclaimer: I own nothing except myself, my cat and my clothes. Nothing else. Nada. Zip. Nichts. If I did own Harry Potter, then I would find myself in a large swimming pool in the Bahamas right now, not in cold and freezing England!
16 years previously
It was a cold night. Nothing stirred as the night fell silent and the wind whistled softly through the tree branches. In a house sheltered in a quiet cul de sac, two parents were trying to put their twin sons to bed. Harry and James Potter were making a fuss but eventually James was put to sleep in the crib though Harry was still crying and screaming.
"Why won't he stop?" James Potter senior cried out in exhaustion. James and Lily were both exhausted due to the prophecy and not knowing if it related to one of their sons or the Longbottom's child, Neville. Suddenly Harry stopped crying and whimpered looking at his parents with fear.
"What's going on?" Lily whispered holding Harry in her arms. There was suddenly an almighty CRASH as the door blasted its way into the house. There in the doorway stood the being that frightened the wits out of every wizard and witch across Britain. His red eyes glowed menacingly beneath his black hood and his pale skin glowed in the dim lighting of the Potter's living room. He laughed suddenly and James and Lily winced. It was harsh, like nails scratching on a blackboard. This was Lord Voldemort and Lily and James did not need to question why he was there.
"RUN Lily. Go. I'll hold him off!" James cried out. Lily ran as fast as she could through the living room and kitchen. She dashed up the stairs holding a scared Harry to her chest. She ran into the nursery. Below her she could her a dull thud of a body hitting the floor before a loud cackle. James was gone. She knew this in her heart of hearts that it was Voldemort who was know making his way up the stairs.
10 steps… 9… 8… 7… 6… 5….. 4….. 3….. 2…..1 … moving down the landing, gliding, her heart thumped in her chest and she couldn't breathe. The door opened slowly and there he stood in the doorway leering at her. She hugged Harry closer to her chest before placing him in his crib not taking her eyes off the being in the doorway.
"Get out of the way, girl. I just want the boy." Voldemort said, his cold eyes glancing over the twins in their crib.
"You will have NEITHER of them!" Lily exclaimed. She stood in front of them head held high, wand facing towards Voldemort. This was the moment where most witches and wizards would have run, but Lily stood still. 'If I must die, then God protect my children!' she thought passionately. No one said anything for a second before Voldemort exclaimed, "I am tired of this" and a light sailed towards Lily. She fell to the floor with a thud.
Voldemort glanced down at the twins. 'Now,' he thought, 'Now I will become the supreme leader of the world!' He sneered at the twins before screaming out, "AVADA KEDAVRA!" The green light sailed towards the twins but hit only one. That light was enveloped by the twin before a loud BANG was heard as it was rebounded back on Voldemort who only had time to think, 'Shit' before it hit him and all that was left were his robes.
The twin fainted away with a cut across his forehead whilst his brother held him shell shocked bleeding from a cut across his hand where he had accidentally cut himself on a piece of broken wood. One would grow up to be the Boy Who Lived, whilst the other would be relegated to the back- ground, un-noticed and alone, though would grow up to be the fiercest warrior of them all, none knowing until much later that he was the real Boy Who Lived.