Me: I'm baaack! New story. And yes, I know, I should really be working on We Are Family or Malyutka, but I dun wanna.

Nikki: You really should stick to one story…

Me: I know… And I do not own Harry Potter, or any of its characters. I own only Alexis and other incoming OC's.

Warnings: Hmm…slight slash, some violence and gore, OOC, and anything I can pull from my overactive imagination.

CH 1: The Surge-Harry P.O.V.

Have you ever endured great pain to prevent someone you love from enduring that very same pain? I, Harry James Potter, have. A multitude of times. And I will endure it a million more times if that is all that keeps my twin sister safe. For almost sixteen years my twin sister, Alexis Lora Potter, and I have lived with our aunt, uncle, and cousin. They hate anything and everything different than them and their 'perfect' lifestyle. This, unfortunately, includes us, our parents, and the entire Wizarding World.

Uncle Vernon is a very short-tempered man. Aunt Petunia does most of the screeching and yelling, but lately Uncle Vernon has resorted to physical abuse. Neither has even thought of laying a finger on Alexis. Until tonight.
"YOU UNGRATEFUL BRAT! AFTER EVERYTHING MY WIFE AND I HAVE DONE FOR YOU AND YOUR FREAK OF A SISTER YOU STILL TALK BACK AND DISOBEY US?! WE GIVE YOU CLOTHES, WE GIVE YOU FOOD-"

I interrupted his tirade by yelling back. "FOOD?! CLOTHES?! ALL YOU GIVEN US IS SCRAPS AND DUDLEY'S BLOODY HAND-ME-DOWNS!" I paused, breathing heavily whilst staring at Uncle Vernon, filed with grim satisfaction as the vein in his forehead twitched violently. That is, until his purplish face was covered with a sadistic grin, and his eyes glinted evilly. "I will make you obey me. And since beating you doesn't work, I'll just take care of that freaky sister of yours." He said, climbing the stairs faster than I ever thought possible for a whale that size. I let out a loud shriek and raced from the kitchen, after him. I began to feel my magic boil out of me in powerful waves.

I raced upstairs, the shift in my magic going unnoticed until much later. Before the slug I called my uncle was unable to unlatch the bottom lock on our door and go anywhere near Alexis, I lunged. It was then that I noticed the knife in my hand, before driving it into Vernon's throat. I remained at his throat, until I felt him go limp, before releasing the dead body, letting it fall to the floor.

Side-stepping the body and ignoring the horrified faces of my aunt and cousin, at the end of the hall, I unlatched the door, and then was embraced by my twin. Sighing in relief, I held Alexis tightly. Pulling away slightly, she took in my appearance and began asking questions in a rush.

"Harry? What in Merlin's name happened? Why are you covered in blood? What was with-?"

I chuckled grimly, breaking Alexis' seemingly endless barrage of questions. I drew her into our shared room, away from the prying eyes of our relatives. Setting her down on the bed then sitting next to her, I began answering her questions.

"First, I don't really know what happened. Second, because I killed Vernon."

A loud gasp escaped her lips. "Why? What happened between you two that made you so angry I could feel your magic up here?" Her emerald green eyes, so much like mine, were filled with concern.

I looked away, ashamed. Alexis gently tugged on my arm, and I turned back. "We got into a fight, and I…I yelled back at him. H…he began to grin, a…and then he…threatened you, and began upstairs, to…our room. I…I just got so…so…angry, and I killed him." I forced out, while shaking with anger. Alexis looked at me, with tear-filled eyes, and I began to think that she was disgusted by me. But that thought was quickly banished the moment her arms wrapped around me, in another bone-crushing hug.

I felt so tired now. I tried stifling a yawn, but Alexis' giggles were evidence of my failure. I saw the look in her eyes, the one of a mother, and interrupted her the moment her mouth opened. "I'll go to bed in a moment. Right now I need to speak to our other darling relatives."

I stood, leaving Alexis on the bed. As I was about to step out the door, she spoke.

"D…don't kill them, okay?"

I turned, faced with Alexis' pleading emerald eyes. I nodded before stepping out into the hall. Petunia and Dudley were nowhere in sight. Stepping over the disgusting pig I called my uncle,

(And other names), I first headed to Aunt Petunia's room. I walked in, to find her tossing clothes haphazardly into a suitcase.

"What do you want?" She asked, not sparing me a glance.

"I'm not going to kill you," I said, leaning against the doorjamb.

"I know. I also know Vernon completely deserved what he got. You finally did what I was too afraid to do." Petunia said, not pausing once in packing.

"Vernon's been abusing Dudley and I almost as long as he has you. I was too terrified to call the police." Finally she turned and looked at me. "We're leaving because I can't bear to live here anymore." She zipped her suitcase and sat down on her bed, with a huff. "You're welcome to stay until your school starts. Or leave."

I nodded my thanks, before returning to our room.

The sight I came upon was a sweet one. Alexis was curled up under the thin blanket we shared, and was the perfect of image of innocence. (Hah!) Her long raven hair lay around her pale face like a halo. A small smile graced her lips as I climbed in beside her, quickly falling into a heavy sleep.