Right from when Harry Potter woke up he knew something was wrong. He felt excitement in the air, yet dread stirred in his heart. He looked at his calendar and figured out why.
It was his 6th birthday.
Today, his younger twin brother Charles, would be having a large party, full of high-spirited 4-year-olds having sugar rushes.
Harry smiled sadly at the thought. Ignoring the jealousy in his heart.
He apparated down to the kitchen and grabbed some fruits from the fridge. He wasn't that much of a breakfast person. There were no house elves in the house because their "scary and disgusting" appearances disturbed Charles.
But that was rightfully so right? Because if the boy who lived didn't like something, they shouldn't exist.
After finishing his food Harry apparated back to his room.
His room, unlike the rest of the house, had a dark and disturbing feeling. Maybe it was because of the lack of toys and personal belongings a normal 7 year old boy's room would have, or maybe it was because of the fading smell of blood lingering around the room.
Maybe it was because of how it looked more like a 30 year olds room, neat and tidy. The walls of the room were covered in chipped grey paint, and they looked like they had been like that for centuries. The bed was a basic white, with a black frame, and a thin blanket laying on top of it.
Harry's room was rather dull compared to the red that was in almost ever other room of the house. Harry preferred it that way actually. It was easier for him to relax in a monotone setting like his room.
There was one desk with a muggle laptop, a muggle phone, headphones, and a small enchanted journal laying on top of it. Hadrian walked over to the desk and opened up the journal on it. The journal had locking, owner recognizing, and other advanced protection spells on it.
It had this feature where you could speak to the journal and it would write what you say. Harry often used it.
One of the perks of being a potter was that you were never short on money, and his parents didn't really notice or care that any money was being removed out of their vaults. They really needed to care about their money more.
Harry opened up the journal and wrote:
July 31 1986,
Today is my seventh birthday. I hope my parents notice me today. Though, they might be too busy planning my brother's birthday party to notice.
It's okay though, they have all the reason to focus on Charles. Today is his special day after all!
I believe my god-fathers Sirius Black, and Alastor Moody are coming today. Peter Pettigrew, my dad's long time friend, is also coming along, though I don't trust him that much.
It seems as though all the marauders are reuniting. Actually, they choose Charles to be their heir, following in the fours footsteps. Though my brother isn't really good at pranking right now, I'm sure he will get better at it.
He is the boy who lived after all.
I'm trying to get better at stuff to prove I'm worthy. I made an advanced rune yesterday so that's something. But it took me two tries. I bet if Charles actually tried to do it he could do it while sleeping and on his first try.
I also made 10 Galleons because of my investments 9 going into the Potter Family Account while 1 wen itnto mine. I don't really need or deserve the money anyways. Charles deserves it though.
But, he could probably make all the money I make a year in a few minutes.
I put a present in one of Charles's massive stacks. Though it's only one present and he deserves much more. No one gave me a present today, though my stocks did go up! I guess my stocks going up is enough of a present.
Actually no, it is enough. I need to be more grateful for what I have. Charles sure is grateful. He says thank you sometimes. Though some of the toys end up broken it is probably just because they didn't fit his needs.
Anyways, I am feeling tired right now so I shall sleep for a bit. Maybe until nine and then I shall have a snack. I don't need lunch today. Yeah, I don't want to waste my mother and fathers food. Goodnight.
Then Harry walked over to his bed and fell asleep.