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"Come on…" He whispered to himself, but those two little words were enough to break his magical concentration.

"Shit." He should've known better.

He sat down heavily on the floor to brood. He flicked a finger, and conjured a goblet of water.

"Honey?" came a voice from below.

He rolled his eyes; knowing that the voice addressed him. After all, his dad wasn't around anymore.

"Yes?" he asked with a hint of exasperation lighting up his voice.

His mother smiled to herself. She knew that he thought he was growing up. He didn't exactly appreciate the cuddly nicknames.

"Can you come down here? I need to talk to you."

He threw his head back and sighed again before heaving himself to his feet.

"Sure, mom." He said, slightly more cheerful. Completely for her benefit, of course. Inside, he was still frustrated. Now it would be even longer before he got back to business.

He bounded down the stairs, to the living room, then skidded in his tracks. Albus Dumbledore; a man he'd only seen in picture, was sitting calmly on his sofa.

"Um… hello," he said uneasily.

The old man inclined his head slightly. "Evan," he said cordially. "How nice it is to see you again!"

Evan looked slightly confused. "Again?" he repeated stupidly.

"Yes." Dumbledore said as simply as could be. "I have something important to tell you." Evan waited, but the old man didn't say anything.

Finally, Evan stumbled over the word: "What?"

Here, Evan's mother stepped in. "Honey, you were adopted."

Slowly, Evan blinked. "Um… what?" he stuttered.

For years, he's had slivers of dreams about people he'd never met, but figured that his imagination had conjured them up. What else would account for that terrifying flash of green light?

Dumbledore's blue eyes twinkled happily. "Not to belittle that fact, but even more significant is the family that is biologically yours."

Evan could barely see straight. His vision was clouded with a red-haired woman singing a lullaby, and a man with long black hair, and bright blue eyes handing him a tiny stuffed broom…

He struggled to pay attention. "Who's that?" he spat almost angrily.

"The Potters." Dumbledore said quietly.

Evan blinked, "The… who?" Of course, he had an idea who the Potters were. After all, everybody knew about the Boy-Who-Lived.

Dumbledore smiled, "You are Harry Potter's twin brother."

For some reason, Evan's mind chose that moment to speculate his name, which he supposed, with proper surname, would be Evan Orion Potter.

"Regretfully, I was unable to find a household that would take in two orphan boys, so you were separated. The family that he was placed with was rather firm that he didn't meet you, but I persuaded them." Dumbledore continued speaking for a moment, but Evan couldn't hear him.

At last, he tuned it. "In any case." Dumbledore said finally, "Your first year of schooling will begin in one week, and I wish to extend my invitation personally that you attend Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry."

Evans turned it over in his mind. He'd actually been looking at Durmstrang, and had already been sent an invitation.

"Will… will my brother be there?" he asked, sounding almost scared of that word. Brother. He'd grown up without any siblings. It was a nice word… nice meaning, but it didn't feel very real.

Dumbledore's eyes glittered worse than ever. He could see that he was making progress. "Yes. Your godfather is interested in meeting you as well."

"My godfather?" Evan repeated.

"Yes." Dumbledore said happily, "Sirius Black."

Evan blinked. Sirius Black… Why did that name sound so familiar?

"Where is he?" Evan asked excitedly.

By this time, Evan's adopted mother had excused herself. She just wasn't important to the conversation anymore.

"He should be arriving shortly… with Harry." Dumbledore said, much like he wad revealing a large secret.

Evan's eyes widened. He felt a bubble of anticipation grow in his chest. It was almost overwhelming. A brother. A famous brother. Wait… why wasn't he famous too?

Just then, the doorbell rang, cutting off Evan's thought.

Sirius Black strode into the room confidently, with a short boy behind him. He looked incredibly similar to Evan. It was Harry Potter.

Evan's hair was a bit longer, because he'd gotten sick of it sticking up the way Harry's did, but they had the same almond shaped green eyes. The same nose; chin... that was really all that Evan was certain of, because Harry was wearing very baggy clothes, that covered up any other similarities.

Sirius had a dirty expression on his face that frightened Evan, but when he spoke, it was to the now standing old man.

"You should've seen them. Disgusting muggles. Enormous son-" Evan snorted there at the tone of Sirius' voice.

Those blue eyes belonging to the man with black hair sharpened on the boy. "Evan?" he asked uncertainly. The boy nodded. A grin the size of Surrey spread across Sirius' features. "Merlin, it's great to see you!" He bounded across the room and gathered the boy in a fatherly hug that surprised the boy.

When he was finally let go, Evan looked again at the boy in the doorway.

"Harry?" he asked.

"Evan?" Harry asked, mimicking the surprise in Evan's voice.

Evan smiled, "Nice to meet you."

"Nice to meet you, too." Harry said in a very shy way.

Evan held back a curse word of exclamation. "A brother…" he said instead.

"It's new," Harry agreed. He'd grown up with a giant of a cousin who'd taken every possible chance to beat him. He sincerely hoped that a brother wouldn't be the same.

Evan nodded, "Alright. I have a godfather… and a brother… and I was adopted… and I'm supposed to go to Hogwarts…. Anybody else want to surprise me?"

"Dinner's ready," his mother called from the kitchen.

Evan grinned, "Come on, Harry!" he said cheerfully, he could sense that his brother felt awkward. He took it as a personal challenge to bring out a more Sirius-like personality in the boy. "My mom cooks great!"

Harry smiled back, and followed his twin into the dining room. A brother… That was going to take some getting used to.

Earlier, when Sirius showed up at his uncle's house, and demanded that Harry go with him to meet his brother, he'd been completely blown away. He hadn't gotten to the wizard part yet.

"One more thing, Harry." Dumbledore called. The twins stopped, and turned back.

Again, the old man drew out a long silence that made Harry uncomfortable. "Um… what?" he asked uncertainly moments later.

"You're a wizard."

Harry raised an eyebrow, "and you're the Easter Bunny." He said sarcastically.

Evan looked confused, "Didn't you know that? Since I am, it really only makes sense that you are, too!" Obviously, he was referring to the wizard bit, not the Dumbledore being a giant furry rodent part.

"A wizard?" Harry asked stupidly. Evan nodded encouragingly. Harry blinked slowly, then whispered "Really?"

"Don't be stupid. How else would you have defeated You-Know-Who?" Evan asked exasperatedly, convinced that Harry was putting on an act. The surprised look on Harry's face at the mention of his foe was enough to convince Evan that maybe he really didn't know his own past. Sirius did grumble something about his adopted parents being muggles, didn't he?

"Voldemort." Dumbledore corrected gently, "Fear of the name only increases fear of the thing itself."

Evan gulped at the name, but didn't flinch the way that most wizards did. The young people in Wizarding society picked up the flinch from their parents and other older people, not having been around to witness Voldemort's evil doings themselves. It was a huge society habit.

Harry still looked surprised, "Who's Voldemort?"

His twin gave his a slightly critical look, before taking it back, and immediately feeling guilty. He'd grown up with wizards, and knew more about his brother than he did.

"A really evil wizard who terrorized muggle-borns." Evan summarized flatly. "Apparently, when he came to your-…our house, looking for our parents, and tried to kill you, you blocked him off, and he hasn't been around since. They call you the Boy-Who-Lived."

Harry blinked, "What about you?"

"What about me?" Evan asked simply, "I guess I just… wasn't important enough to be mentioned. Maybe I didn't have anything to do with it."

"Do you have a scar?" Harry asked simply, trying to find a way to make his brother feel better.

Evan shrugged, "No." he lied. In fact, he had an identical lightening bolt shaped scar on his forehead. But he was fine with Harry being in the spot-light. Evan had never been significant before; why start now?

"I've already spoken with Francesco. Harry, you'll stay here until you both go to Hogwarts in a week." Dumbledore said finally. Francesco was Evan's mother.

Evan clamped his jaw shut. He hadn't given an answer to his invitation to Hogwarts, but here this old man was, talking as if he'd already said he'd go! Maybe he wanted to go to Durmstrang!

"Wait!" Sirius interrupted, "I thought they were coming to my house!" Harry couldn't help but smile at the enthusiasm with which Sirius argued.

Dumbledore looked surprised. "I suppose that it is up to them. Harry?" he asked.

Evan held back another retort. Of course Harry was asked first. He was beginning to see how the rest of his life would be with Harry there. He'd always come second to his brother.

Harry had that shy expression playing out of his eyes again. "I don't know," he said quietly, "Evan? What do you think?" Evan could have hugged his brother. Maybe it was that twin thing that he'd always been so envious of, where one twin would think about something, and the other would know.

Evan shrugged, "I'd like to see Sirius' house." He said honestly.

Sirius beamed, "There you are." He said defiantly to Dumbledore.

Harry smiled; Evan looked much happier now. "I'll go, too. If that's alright."

"Of course!" Sirius said happily, "Can't take one without the other! The whole point is for you two to get to know each other!"

"I already know a bit about Harry." Evan said obviously, he bit back an 'everybody does'.

Harry blinked, "You do? How?" He honestly didn't understand how famous he was!

"Oh, you're only written about in the Daily Prophet like… every other day," Evan said sarcastically.

Yes, there was a hint of jealousy there. He couldn't help it.

He'd been there, too. But did anybody care? No.

Of course not.

After all, Evan Potter didn't sound nearly as heroic as Harry Potter; The Boy-Who-Lived. It almost made Evan sick. He wasn't used to being jealous.

"I am?" Harry asked incredulously.

Evan smiled at his brother's innocence. It was obvious to him that Harry wouldn't be famous if he had a choice; and he certainly wasn't stuck-up about it. Why be angry with him for something that he had no control over?

"I imagine that Sirius could show you that." Evan said simply, then he walked quickly into the dining room to bid his mother goodbye.

Surprisingly, Francesco wasn't surprised that Evan was leaving. Even more surprisingly, she didn't seem concerned that he wouldn't be going home for a long time. "I understand." She said with a hollow voice. "Have fun at school. Write when you can."

Evan sighed slightly, as he returned to the living room, where Sirius was still trying to get Harry to understand that he was famous. Hell; Evan was told that he was adopted that day, and he'd understood just fine. What was so difficult about being told that you were famous?

Dumbledore smiled upon Evan's re-entrance. "Evan!" He exclaimed, glad to have a distraction from a Sirius with quickly growing frustration. "Why don't you go and pack your things. You'll go shopping for school robes tomorrow, but I imagine you'll want to bring something to Sirius' house."

Evan honestly wanted to be away from his house then. He couldn't understand why his mother wasn't even upset that he was leaving. He supposed that she'd had a bit of time to get used to the idea, but even still. He would have expected her to be a little broken up about his leaving.

He clamped his jaw one last time, then said "No. Let's go."

A/N: Hi! I was trying to write something else when this kept nagging at me! I love that! Sorry that Harry seems a little stupid, but really; if you were just introduced to a whole new world, you might come off a few chips too few of a bag-full, wouldn't you? I think so!

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