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A prophecy.
A promise.
The Potter brothers' lives began with a dark stain, on the night of October 31, 1981, the night Voldemort decided to attack the Potters because of a prophecy told by Sybill Trelanwney.
«The one with the power to defeat the Dark Lord approaches... Born to those who have thrice defied him, he will come into the world at the end of the seventh month... And the Dark Lord will mark him as his equal, but he will have power that the Dark Lord knows not... And one of them must die at the hand of the other, for neither can live while the other lives... The one with the power to defeat the Dark Lord will be born at the end of the seventh month...»
This prophecy reawakened the Dark Lord's greatest fear: death. After hearing it, and after deliberation between the Logbottoms and the Potters, he decided to attack the Potters after being betrayed by Peter Pettigrew, who revealed their location.
That night, the Potters survived, but the sacrifice for love was made by Dorea Black, sister of Euphemia Potter, formerly Black.
That night, a child was given a title: The Boy Who Lived. For something as unusual as it was impossible: having survived the Killing Curse called Avada Kedavra.
While the wizarding world celebrated, the Potter family mourned the death of Dorea Black, the dangerous fate that awaited one of their children, and the betrayal of one of their childhood friends.
Years passed, and the children who survived that unusual night grew up. Their upbringings were no different, as some in the wizarding community had thought.
Henry Fleamont Potter Evans, dubbed "The Boy Who Lived," many believed he would receive favoritism from his parents and special training from the greatest wizard since Merlin, Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore. But none of those things happened.
But there was some difference between the brothers. While Henry was bored by the social gatherings Euphemia and Fleamont insisted on attending, dragging the entire family along, preferring to escape to The Burrow to be with Ron, Harrison, on the other hand, moved easily, easily becoming close to heirs of other families such as the Greengrasses, the Notts, the Lovergoods, the Logbottoms, the Bones, and the Zabinis. He created alliances that would surely be beneficial in the future.
While Henry loved Quidditch and went to every game, Harrison, although he liked flying, preferred to be locked in the library, completing lessons on how to be a good heir from Fleamont and Euphemia.
These were some of the differences between the two brothers.
But they didn't end there; the list was long.
But the brothers, despite their differences, remained united, and always, on every birthday, they swore to each other that no matter which Hogwarts house they ended up in, they would always be together, always support each other, always be there for each other, and that one needed their brother. They wouldn't repeat what happened to the Black brothers.
Their bond seemed as strong as the bond between the Black siblings in their time. Sirius and Regulus Black, and Bellatrix, Andromeda, and Narcissa Black.
They may seem like different stories, but there are differences. Sirius and Regulus maintained their relationship intact until Sirius was classified as a lion. Their relationship has never been the same since, although it ultimately broke down when Sirius, then fifteen years old, ran away from home, leaving his brother behind, and joining the Potters.
For the Black sisters, however, their bond lasted longer, until, at seventeen, Andromeda ran away with Ted Tonks, a Muggle-born.
Just as the Black family was fractured by the choices of their children, the Potters were destined to face something similar.
But only they had the power to end the same way.
With a broken bond.
or
A bond strengthened.
They were five years old the first time their parents told them about Hogwarts, about the friends they made there, and about the Marauders.
It was the first time Harry asked about Sirius, his godfather, the first time James shouted that that name was forbidden in that house.
Harry didn't ask again.
Henry hated Sirius knowing he was the one who betrayed his parents.
Fleamont and Euphemia fell. They didn't believe Sirius was guilty, but there wasn't much they could do.
"Son, you shouldn't talk about your... pranks to children," Euphemia scolded. "You shouldn't encourage them to do that."
"It's all right for a laugh," James emphasized what his mother had said.
"What you did to young Snape wasn't a joke," Fleamont reminded James.
James rolled his eyes. Henry asked what happened, and Harry was disgusted.
Henry kept insisting, wanting to know more. Harry, on the other hand, shifted uncomfortably, as if something in his father's mocking tone repulsed him.
Harry didn't want to hear any more. He pulled Henry into the garden, where their toy brooms were waiting for them. In the air, they forgot about the conversation and tense atmosphere in the living room. There, in the air, amidst challenges, races, and laughter, it seemed impossible to imagine that they would ever be separated.
"Hey, Harry," Henry approached his brother as they put the brooms away in the closet. "We won't be separated, will we? Even if we end up in different houses."
"Of course, we'll always be together."