So I've finally got down to writing something again. I feel like it's been years since I've actually typed up something.
Firstly I'd like to apologize to any of those reading my Alex rider fic. I've still got no inspiration on that story. Which really annoys me. I swear I'll never post a story again, without the whole plot line sorted out.
Secondly this story will cover all the years, but properly years 2, 3, and 4 will only be brief.
This will be slash, cause I'm addicted to it, and will include Damien (my OC) and Draco, and Harry and Severus, as the main paring.
This story will be updated weekly, since I have college work as well. Sometimes I might update more, but it will usually be weekly.
That's it, so on with the story.
Summary: Harry and Damien are the Twins Who Lived, and are happy until they are 5, when Harry is killed by a Death Eater. As life moves on, the Potters and those close to them try to cope and move on. So why does Damien talk to someone who isn't there? Why can Severus Snape see 2 black haired, emerald eyed boys at Hogwarts? Answer: Harry Potter never left. Harry Potter is a ghost. A ghost on his twin and Snape can see. It's time for the mystery of Harry Potter to begin.
Prologue
My name is Harry Potter. I'm five years old. Today is the 23rd December 1985. I'm out with my parents, and godparents, and my twin brother. As we walk down Diagon Alley, people stop and stare at us. I know me and my brother are special. We managed to defeat some mean guy, whose name I can't say, when we were 1.
"Harry?"
I looked at my twin. Damien and I are exactly the same. No one ever knows who's who, until we speak, or rather Damien speaks. I'm not good with people. I'm shy; I think that's what Uncle Remus called it.
'I'm fine.' I replied.
My brother and I have a link. We can always tell what each other is feeling. He grabs my hand and smiles, I smile back. I love my brother. We'll always be together no matter what.
Both of us jump, as screams pierce the air. We look ahead and less than 10 feet away are people in white masks and black robes.
"Death Eaters!" shouts Uncle Sirius.
I'm only 5, but I know they're the bad guys. Spells fire between the bad guys and the good guys. Mummy takes us to the closest side alley, and tells us to stay there. Damien and I watch as the battle goes on.
"Harry!"
I startle I was so busy looking at the battle; I didn't see one of the bad guys shoot a green light from his wand. It's heading over to us, faster than Daddy on his broom. I don't know why I did what I did. I don't know what made me push Damien out of the way. I just did. I gasped as the light hit me, on left side. I fall to the ground, noting that is doesn't hurt, like when I fell in the back garden and cut my hand. Someone's holding me. It's Mummy, and Daddy is right next to her. They've got what looks like water coming from their eyes. Tears. Why are they crying? I'm tired now. I think I'll sleep for a bit. I'll ask why they're crying later. I close my eyes, the darkness surrounding me.
Please review, and tell me if you like this idea. I found that whilst the plot line kept bugging me, it was harder to write, compared to my other stories, since I've never read anything like this before. Also if their is a story like this out their let me know.