Author's Notes-A brand new Harry Potter fan fiction from yours truly, enjoy!

Pain. Pain. Pain.

That's all I could feel; it's all I remember before seeing a bright light, the loud sound of a horn, and a spine-chilling horror of realization that the car was going to hit me.

Then…there was pain and the gurgle of my life's blood seeping from my mouth and a spreading numbness from the center of my wound that was somehow worse than the pain. It felt as if my heart was slowing down and blackness was seeping in from the edges of my vision.

It happens all the time, car accidents, but who expects it to happen to them? I was just walking down the street thinking whether or not I should do…something…I couldn't remember. My memory was foggy as my consciousness faded in and out.

It was something about exhaustion, fear, and…happiness? I was thinking about something important…I think it had to do with…nope, can't remember…but it was when I heard a frantic honking and seeing a light growing brighter and brighter out of the corner of my eye as a car was going out of control.

I couldn't do anything. I was numb with fear and if I tried to move, I'd still get hit because I didn't have enough time to move, even as I saw the car moving slowly. With the spike of adrenaline coursing through my body, time slowed to a crawl and I was moving through mud watching the car…my death…approach me. When the car rammed into me with the force of a boulder crushing an egg, time sped up again and I went flying and darkness.

It was a peaceful blackness for a moment and then the pain started coming. Though it hurt so much that I wanted to scream and beg for it to stop, I couldn't move. I couldn't open my eyes and even worse I couldn't breathe. There was some kind of metallic tasting liquid in the very back of my throat and there was a liquid gurgling sound coming from somewhere, I was confused and where was the sound coming from and I was scared, what was that sound oh god it's me the sound is me me me whywon'tsomeonehelpme!? What was it?

Oh yeah, that's my blood.

But I couldn't think about that. Actually, I couldn't think at all. The numbness had finally overcome the pain, but it was affecting my thoughts. I was growing sluggish and my vision was turning black-and-white with spots of pure blackness appearing in the corners of my eyes. All I could do was feel the numbness and twinges of pain and trying to move even the slightest finger. No matter how bad the pain was, the numbness and loss of control over my body was worse.

There were no angels or a light at the end of a tunnel, waiting for me. It was oblivion; the numbness meant true death. I wouldn't exist.

The last thing I saw was the sunlight being blocked out by a boy with black hair and a lightning-bolt scar in the center of his forehead. He was crying and screaming something, but I couldn't hear anything anymore.

I managed to whisper a word among all of the chaos, "…H…Arry…"

All was blank after that.


When I woke up, there was more pain, but it was a different kind of pain. It felt like I was being squeezed to death, if I wasn't already dead. I felt like I was being squeezed through a tube. While it wasn't the same pain as before and I was moving, I was still out of control of my body and even my senses! I couldn't see, hear or feel anything but being squeezed and pain. Or maybe I could, but the pain was blocking them out.

Something changed. I still felt the pain of being squeezed but I could feel something different. Like I had really been in some tube and was finally reaching the end of it. But it was slow, painful, and scary…very, very scary.

After awhile I felt a part of me get out. My head maybe? I didn't know and frankly didn't care because all I could think about was that it was starting to end soon. After what felt like eternity my whole body was away from the squeezing pain and I could breathe!

I felt a tightening in my throat and something came out. Noise, a high-pitched noise. From me? But again, I didn't care. It felt like everything was new. The cold, the noise, the warm feeling of someone holding me. I was scared and I felt my eyes open.

It got worse. The lights, colors, all the noise! Make it stop, makeitstopmakeitstop! I started wailing louder and louder and shut my eyes again. I felt someone cleaning me and then being wrapped around with something. I felt warmer but the texture…no, the sensation of touch was weird and new. I was still screaming my throat out when I heard something...Another high-pitched noise. Similar to mine in almost every way, but I could still hear the difference. I quieted down and heard the noise more clearly, now undistorted by my earlier cries.

Mine. Protect. Mine. Get closer. Mine. Comfort it. Mine. Mine!

A sense of possessiveness filled me and I started trashing around and screaming again for a different reason. I wanted to get closer!

I felt myself moving and getting nearer to the noise. I still screamed and tried reaching towards the noise. When I felt myself being handed to another person, this one familiar and warm, I quieted down for a bit but still tried to reach to the noise. I opened my eyes again and looked around for the source of the familiar noise. From the corner of my eyes, I saw something red and spots of warm green but still tried to find my source of noise.

That's when I saw it. Him. A newborn baby was being carried over to me and the person who was holding me. I reached for him even more, my tiny hands closing and opening. I whimpered and was about to cry again when finally he got placed near me in the arms of the same person holding me. I almost sighed in relief when I felt the similar tiny arms touch mine. When I looked up to his face I saw his eyes wide open and saw myself inside them like a mirror. The same green eyes greeted me with the same face and I relaxed. I noticed he had stopped screaming and was holding my hands tightly to him.

With the possessive urge quelled for now, I began to think things through. I was in a different place than I had expected. This was no afterlife for sure!

I tried thinking of anything else, when something hit me. I couldn't remember anything. And I mean anything! My life, my name, what kind of a person I was. I know about amnesia, where you know how to talk and everything but not remembering anything else about the life you've lived.

The only thing I could remember was the scene of my death (?) where I was hit by the car and the boy at the end, although it was turning dim in my head like a faded photo badly exposed to the sun for a long time.

That's when I remembered the warm colors of the one holding us and I looked up to the source, seeing my little brother do the same. The same green eyes as us greeted me and red framed the face. The eyes were glassy with tears but they weren't because of grief. The smile filled with happiness and relief, face sweaty with some warm red hair plastered to the skin around it. She felt familiar and was the second most beautiful thing I have seen, the first being the baby next to me. I looked down at him again and smiled a tiny smile when I saw him as entranced as I was with this comforting woman. I cuddled up to him even closer and felt him doing the same and we both closed our eyes at the same time, falling asleep for the first times. Me for the first time in this second life…


After what I now know was our birth, everything got blurry. I slept and woke up over and over, every time reaching out to what was apparently my little twin brother.

But now I was wide awake, of course, watching my brother sleep beside me in the temporary crib of the hospital.

I had been thinking about my apparently new life, remembering the accident before.

I assumed I had died and was somehow reborn and would have probably panicked, being scared and denying everything if it wasn't for one thing.

My new little twin brother.

Ever since I first heard and saw him I knew he was important to me. The most important, even before my new beloved mother. It was like a deep instinctual, primal, part of me that had recognized him as mine.

Mine to protect, mine to love, mine to care for and do anything for him.

Put it simply, he was mine. Others might find it disgusting, wrong, immoral, and a thousand other words to describe how abnormal we were when we grow up but I don't care and never will care about what others think about us.

He was a part of me and though we were of a different gender, I just knew we were made of even the same cell, no matter how impossible it was for identical twins to be of different genders and to look different. And even if we weren't, he would still be a part of me. I would just simply die if he was separated from me. We were one.

Even though I know I should probably be sad about losing my other life, I don't. It's probably because I don't remember anything anyway, but most of all it's because I got something much more precious in return. My life, my love, my soul mate, my everything. And if universe decided to kill me so I could be with him then I'm glad they did it. Pain means nothing compared to him.

My Harry James Potter.

He was named Harry.

The same name as the Harry I saw before I died, were they the same person? I wondered and decided to ask him when we got old enough for speech. I had already resolved to keep no secrets from him.

I heard my new parents talk about it with a friend of theirs and saw it being written on our crib. It also seems like my new name is Azalea Lily Potter.

I liked it, although I was already stuck with the nickname Zal thanks to Sirius. Harry was lucky for having the virtue of a short name.

I stopped thinking and went back to observing my Harry. We looked identical in everything expect hair color and gender parts so far. I could see small puffs of hair on Harry's head colored red. The same color as our mother. And I remembered seeing a darker puff of hair on my head through his eyes. It seemed like we got the reverse hair color of our parents.

I heard the noise of people talking quietly coming closer and turned my head to where it came from. I recognized the tired, but now much healthier, face of my mother and the content face of my father. There were three other people I recognized as my parents friends. Remus, Peter, and the nicknaming Sirius. They all cooed over us and proclaimed how cute we were.

I tightened my hold on my brother's hand when my mother reached her hands to me, probably thinking of separating us. She stopped her hands, seeing my disgruntled face of trying to glare. She seemed to get it anyway and just stroked both of our cheeks. I relaxed my face but still kept a good hold of my brother's hand.

Instead of thinking that my behavior was weird or wrong they just chuckled lightly, probably thinking I was just being over-protective of my twin or something. Though it might be true that I was being over-protective it's also that I just couldn't be away from my precious Harry. My possessiveness and strong feelings for Harry were still new and I couldn't bear to be away from him for even a second this early in the stage. And with all that was going around he was the only thing keeping me calm, even if he was ignorant of everything around him, his peacefulness and innocence was part of the reason I could be so calm.

I felt myself grow sleepy again and being sure I had a strong but gentle grip of Harry's hand, I succumbed to a much needed deep sleep.


When I woke up the next time I was in an unfamiliar room. Thankfully I felt the presence of Harry close by and saw him awake beside me in a different crib than before. It hit me that we were probably at our new home. We must have been asleep all the way here, or at least I was.

Harry was awake, smiling and touching my face clumsily with his chubby, small, identical to mine, hands. I couldn't help but smile back and reach out to do the same, less clumsily but definitely not as graceful and familiar as before, from what I know. It seemed like I had to relearn everything physical of what I obviously knew before.

Fortunately it seems like I won't be having much of a problem with the mental stuff. I might not remember the memories of my life but the knowledge still stuck with me. Though I knew how to walk and speak and all that, my body doesn't, so I have to learn it like everyone else. But it would probably easier for me, with me knowing HOW to do it. I just had to exercise.

Harry seemed to grow frustrated with me ignoring him and tried slapping me on my cheek repeatedly and whining quietly. I immediately put all of my attention on him and he smiled again.

We played like this what felt like forever, exploring what we could do and how, and I enjoyed every tiny second of it. Just seeing his baffled, attentive, joyful expressions entertained me. I could probably watch him for hours and never get bored.

Our parents came in to our room after a few minutes, looking worried because of all the noise but then looking surprised when they saw us and then smiled smiles full of joy. They picked us both up from our crib and ignored our whines from being apart and quickly stood close together. We stopped whining and continued our game, while our parents sat close together on the carpet in the middle of the floor and played with us, putting their fingers close to our hands, letting us play with them too.

The weeks went on quickly, filled with happiness. They didn't seem to care that I was quiet most of the times (only if I wasn't away from Harry that is) and only cared about Harry, even when I was hungry or they did my diapers; it seemed like I also didn't have any control of my bladder yet. Only once was my closeness to Harry a problem, but that was quickly solved.

Our parents were sitting beside us watching us play with each other as usual, when suddenly mom stood up and picked Harry up with her, probably to change his diapers, when I suddenly started to wail loudly and try to reach for him. He started crying too and wiggled around in the hold of our mother, trying to get back down to me. They both got panicked expressions and started talking to each other, trying to figure out what to do.

"James, help me! He's going to fall if this continues!" Mom started saying, scared and confused. Dad got close to her and held on to Harry himself too. They both quickly but gently let him down beside me again and sighed in relief when we both stopped crying.

After that they let us do everything together, even while changing diapers. If it was just one of us changing then one parent changed diapers on one and the other held the other one of us in the same room and waited.

Once a doctor came to our house because of a request from our parents to see if our behavior was normal and while the doctor said it was a bit strange, she also said that it was nothing dangerous and as long as we were close everything would be alright.

Another thing was all the strange things happening around us.

I had noticed the unnatural things and furniture in the house, but it was when dad took out a stick and mumbled something I didn't understand that everything clicked in my head.

Magic.

I don't know if there was anything close to this in my life before this but I had no idea. So I started to observe more closely and came to the conclusion that my parents and their friends were wizards and witches. What strengthened my theory was when our parents for the first time took us out and I saw strange shops and people, pointy hats and robes, things floating on their own and all kinds of different things. I swear I heard a snake talk too!

I wanted to know if I and Harry could do magic too, and my first try to do magic was when Harry was crying for the teddy bear in the corner of the room. Though he couldn't speak yet I somehow always knew what he wanted. It wasn't like I could read his mind, just a feeling I would get; like empathy maybe?

Because the teddy bear was so far away from the crib, and all I could do was crawl at the moment, I tried wishing for it to come to me. Harry was starting to get sadder and sadder and I got more frustrated with trying to get it to me, that in the end I gave a frustrated cry and it came flying to me.

Well not real flight, but more like a dragging on the floor to our crib, but it was my first display of accidental magic.

My parents saw me doing that because they came running the second they heard crying and I watched their shocked expressions while I gave the toy to my brother.

I was happy to know I could do magic, and since I could do it, I knew my Harry could too.

My days couldn't get any happier. I learned to walk rather early and said my first word ("'Aryh!") when I was only two months old. Though my parents were probably wishing for words like "mama" or "dada" or something, Harry would always be the first in my mind.


We had our first birthday together with lots of people and one of our presents were two tiny identical heart necklaces with our first family picture in both. While identical, mine had an extra picture of Harry and Harry's had another picture of me.

I loved it.

But somehow I knew our happy days couldn't last. I always felt like my parents hid anxious feelings behind their coos and smiles. Like there was danger outside that they were hiding from us. And while I wish our happiness would last forever, Halloween came and reality was in front of us. That was when I knew why our parents almost never took us outside and what they were afraid of…

I wish this day wouldn't have come. I reeeeally wish it hadn't.

The only thing I was glad for was that Harry was still with me, or I would have killed myself right after killing the bastard who'd hurt him, even if I was still only a baby. I would have found a way, believe me.

The day began as it normally would, with mild and funny Halloween decorations all around the house. We had a feast, our parents dressed us up identically like we do every day, otherwise I would kick and scream and be an all-around-nightmare till I had the same clothes as Harry or vice versa, and it was fun. Then just as we were about to end the day, mom and dad carrying both of us to our room, loud popping sounds were heard.

Mom and dad both paled and dad gave me to mom and spun around to go downstairs, pulling out his wand with a serious expression for the first time that I've seen.

"James, NO!" Mom sobbed out, trying to reach out to him with both of us occupying her arms. Dad's expression faltered for a second and he reached out to give her a short kiss filled with his feeling for her, and kissed both mine and Harry's foreheads.

"I love you. Always..." he whispered, looking at all three of us. His expression got serious again and he bolted down the stairs.

Mom looked mournfully at him for a second, but then she acquired an identical expression to dad's and ran into our rooms, put us gently in our crib, and then she reached into her robes. Her face went even paler; I guessed that she didn't have her wand. For an extra moment of protection, she locked the door and turned around to check on us.

She was mumbling, "How could this have happened? There is no way that they would have known that Sirius is not the Secret-Keeper. How did they know that we switched Keepers to Peter? Oh no…we've been betrayed." She was pale when she came to that realization. "Hush, hush, Harry and Zal." She muttered for her own benefit, we were already quiet.

We all were quiet as loud noises of fighting broke out. I was hugging Harry to me in a strong but gentle hold, while Harry was clinging to me like a lifeline, his expression fearful but slightly confused. He didn't know what was happening. I envied him for a moment, and then I quashed that emotion. I needed to know what went wrong tonight, so we could survive the next time…if there was going to be a next time.

I'd heard my family talking about him, the one that my parents knew was now here. He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, the feared Lord Voldemort.

We heard an explosion, spells firing away, a thud and then silence. My mother's eyes were wide in fear and pain, knowing who had lost. Both my parents knew they wouldn't win but they had to do something. She wouldn't make it out of the house with the both of us, she knew.

We heard footsteps coming closer and closer and mom looked at us seriously, her eyes filled with fear, pain, love and a fierce protectiveness for her family.

"I love you. Always..." She whispered the same words dad said, in the same tone, filled with emotion. She took something out from her pocket and put them around our necks. It was our birthday presents. The heart necklaces we got. She then turned around, her back hiding us from view of the door and she held her wand tightly.

The door blasted open, and someone walked in. I couldn't see how he looked like with mom blocking the view but I could hear his hissing voice, oddly like the snakes I sometimes overheard, but filled with malice and evil instead of the snakes' dry rasp.

"Ssstep away and I'll let you live..."

"No! Please, not my children please! Kill me but not them, please!" Mom begged, not for her life but for ours. In that moment I felt all of my love for her and more. My beloved mother. I couldn't take it if she died, the one who cared for both me and Harry, the one that loved us with her whole being. I heard my Harry whimper and looked at him to see him looking at our mother's back, knowing somehow that he wouldn't see her again, and not wanting that to happen.

The whimper brought the evil man his attention to us.

"Sssuit yourself, you foolish mudblood!" I could just hear the sneer. I heard him mutter a spell, and then an ugly green light hit her in the chest and she dropped. Both Harry and I froze and I held Harry tighter to me. My gaze was still on my beloved mother's pale face and still body. But when I heard a disgusting cackling coming near us I pulled up my gaze and saw them. The dark, blood-red eyes. I would remember them for the rest of my life in my nightmares.

I knew what would happen, so I turned myself slightly to the right, one cheek of both mine and Harry's pressed next to each other and held him tighter while I shut my eyes closed. I whispered to Harry, "I'll ahways protec' yah, 'Arry," As Voldemort drew up his wand and spoke,

"Avada Kedavra."


Pain. Pain. PAIN!

This was much worse the, now blurry, accident before my new life. This pain felt a million times worse. I heard pained crying coming from myself and, fortunately, next to me too.

While it pained me to know that my Harry was in pain, I was relieved that he was alive. The pain was slowly ebbing away to a single throbbing in the center of my forehead.

The image of my mother's dead body and pale face popped up into my mind, followed by the blood-red eyes and ugly green color of the spell.

I trembled and whimpered, tightening my closed eyes. I felt my brother still in my tight hold and brought myself closer to him, making the pain of the images slowly go away, but still I knew they weren't completely gone. Both of our crying stopped slowly and pained whimpers was the only thing left.

I heard someone enter the room, the footsteps loud. I immediately opened my eyes and while it surprised me for a second to see a lightening-bolt shaped scar on Harry's forehead leaking blood, my attention went straight to the person that walked in.

I relaxed when I saw Sirius-my fathers close friend-with a pained expression his face, which deepened when he saw my mother's body on the floor. A slight groan left his clenched throat and I saw that his eyes were glassy with unshed tears. He looked like a kicked puppy, but worse.

His eyes left mother and he closed his eyes shut for a moment. I had already stopped my whimpers, but Harry was still whimpering and it pained me.

It seemed like Sirius finally registered the sound and he looked up again and froze when his gaze hit us through the cribs bars. He shakily walked to us, his expression betraying his pain, relief and slight hope. He briefly showed a small grin at seeing us alive.

When he finally reached us, he picked up both of us and started walking out of the house almost mechanically, trying to not gaze at the dead bodies. I saw dad's dead body downstairs just as we were about to get out of the house. The ache in my heart and the tightening of my throat at the sight made me look away and bury myself in Sirius' shirt, feeling Harry with my arms around him and holding him tighter.

When we got out of the house I looked up from Sirius chest and saw him looking at us with a pained expression. I put my free hand on his cheek and patted it slightly. Hearing Harry sniff, he followed my lead and did the same thing to Sirius' other cheek.

He broke and his tears started falling, sobs wracking through him. He held us tightly, putting his cheek on top of our heads, burying his face in our unruly hair.

"Padfoo', good boy." I said to him. He looked at our faces again and then turned his face to the left side of the road, his pained expression darkened and I knew what he was about to do. I knew I couldn't stop him and just repeated my words, my voice holding an underlying message this time.

"Padfoo', a good boy."

His darkened expression faltered a bit and I saw a faint tight smile before it vanished. I turned my gaze to Harry and stroked his marked forehead. He had fallen asleep. I thought of something and stroked my forehead. Just as I thought; I had a similar mark as him but reversed. Like seeing yourself in the mirror…I yawned and decided to take Harry's example. I held Harry tight to me, and as I fell asleep, I wondered at our futures knowing only that whatever was to come, it'd be at Harry's side.


A high-pitched shriek woke both me and Harry from our long and deep sleep. As I opened my eyes slowly I was greeted by the sight of a thin and long-necked woman screaming-reminding me more of a banshee, really-at the sight of us in front of her house's door.

I knew at that moment that our life from now on would be hell, because I recognized this woman. Mum made us look through pictures of her youth once and in one of those pictures was her awful, jealous sister.

And unfortunately this woman was her, Petunia Dursley.

Author's Notes-Well hello new and old readers! I have decided to start a new Harry Potter fan fiction and just like my other story Hunting for Potions, I borrowed a story idea from someone else. Check out AlexTheGoth's The Second One. Only the first chapter is really the same and the rest is borrowing AlexTheGoth's idea of Harry having a sibling with adult intelligence who deeply cares for him. I have so many wacky, future plans for this story. I should be able to start writing again now that college applications are done. Have a new year in 2013!