Potter Twins
"Harry Potter rolled over inside his blankets without waking up. One small hand closed on the letter beside him and he slept on, not knowing he was special, not knowing he was famous, not knowing he would be woken in a few hours' time by Mrs. Dursley's scream as she opened the front door to put out the milk bottles…"
--From Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone, byJ.K. Rowling
On the early morning of November 1st, just one day after the sudden arrival of his freak of a nephew, Vernon Dursley awoke to hear the unexpected sound of a knock on the door. He groaned, harrumphed, and yawned, before nudging his wife on the bed.
"Dear," he mumbled, "Door?"
Petunia, annoyed, nudged him back. "You, dear," she said.
Grumbling, Vernon acquiesced, but not before making a show of flipping over most of the sheets as he made his way out of the confines of his warm bed. "Blasted neighbors!" he yelled loudly – but not too loudly. His conscience was reminding him that the neighbors might hear.
The knock came again, then, more forcefully than ever. Bleary-eyed, Vernon managed to lumber downstairs, where he finally opened the door, and met -
There was a single cradle on the doorsteps. Mystified, Vernon peered closer, only to discover that it was inhabited by nothing other than a pale, sleeping toddler. He stared in shock.
"P-Petunia!" He screamed. "You never told me I was an Uncle to two!"
"Harry?"
Too early in the morning, and a voice was already hissing at ten-year-old Harry Potter.
"Harry!" This time, the voice was louder, and Harry sat up with a start, colliding with something hard— a person…
"Ow!" It was the voice again. "That was my head, you dolt!"
Harry reached for his glasses, and immediately, his vision cleared enough to show him the scowling face of the voice. His twin.
Harry yawned. "What do you want, Draco?"
It took a moment for Draco to reply— he was still rubbing his forehead. "What I want, Harry, is for you to wake up! But now that's accomplished…" Draco sat back scowling, and Harry couldn't help but grin.
"It's Dudley's birthday today."
"Oh." Harry's grin immediately disappeared. "Look, you know I hate Dudley as much as you do, but please try and--"
"And what? You don't remember what they did to us last time, do you? Harry?"
But Harry did remember. On Dudley's last birthday, they had…
TBC
Author's Note: And this is where my muse failed me. For about a year. (Yes, I wrote this a while ago.)
Any suggestions and/or ideas on the plot? Also, I'm taking votes on what houses to sort Harry and Draco in when they reach Hogwarts.