Protologue

I was often forgotten. My body seemingly blending into the background. It was almost as if I wasn't there. As If I was just a remnant of what used to be. And in a way, I was.

I watched my older brother get recognized, his face shining in the spotlight. He looked happy. Yet he was greedy and arrogant. He didn't care one bit for any of the house elves. He only cared about himself, his fame, his friends, and the attention he kept on getting. The attention I strived to have. The affection I longed to feel.

He had love, friendship, and warmth. My heart desired those things. It craved for the love. The warm tingling you get after someone compliments you is a feeling I have almost long since forgotten. But I haven't. I can still feel that one piece of my heart that remembers it.

I tried to be accepted. I did complicated spells that no one my age had ever done, I did wandless magic, a first in the wizarding world, I even created a potions brand that is world renowned. Yet, I was still always compared to my brother. And no matter what I did, I would always be beneath him.

But, I was obsessed with trying to feel that sensation again, so I trained. I trained my magic in ways never thought of before. I perfect all the spells I could get my hands on. I trained my body to perfection and toned my muscles. I got 100% on every test I took; my IQ the highest humanity has ever seen. I made alliances with other wizards and added 100 times the original potter fortune to the family vault.

However, no matter how hard I tried I was always overshadowed by my brother. I get 100% on my test and he gets 65% yet the 65% is celebrated instead. I make billions of galleons every day while he makes 1 knut a year and that 1 knut is celebrated.

Then, one day, my parents saw me. But, they only criticized me, they hurt me, they abused me. I saw the reality that day. Even if I was seen, then I would only be seen as a failure.

So I stopped. Well, I stopped striving for their love. But, I did strive for something else. I strived for revenge. I embraced the darkness trying out dark spells that I had never tried before. I became a feared person in Knockturn Alley, sending shivers down people's spines when they heard my name. Even people in the darkest pits of Azkaban were scared of me. I became stronger, smarter, and more cunning than ever before. I became the ultimate lord.

I looked down at the people who wronged me from a hidden corner of the room everyone was in, a small smirk creeping up my face.

"Who am I?" you ask yourself. Well it's simple. I am Hadrian Slytherin Peverell formerly known as Harry Potter, older brother of Charles Potter. Nice to meet you.