Summary:
Set in the There Be Dragons, Harry Universe, this is an AU on if Harry had a Twin sister and they were the "Twins Who Lived" growing up with their parents, learning about being dragels, Circles and how to beat Voldy when they start Hogwarts at 15.
Pairings:
Harry Potter x Harry's Bonded, Hyacinth x Hyacinth's Bonded
Disclaimer:
I do not own any Harry Potter anything. That belongs to J.K. Rowling. I just like playing with Harry in my own little world of storyville. I make no money by writing this fanfiction. All original characters are my own.
Rating:
M – Not suitable for children or teens below the age of 16, just to be safe.
WARNINGS: Slash. Het. Fluff. Romance. OC's. OOCness. Fits in the TBDH Universe of dragels and Nevarah. Very AU. This will likely be a very plot-less fic. CONTAINS HET and all kinds of SLASH/FEMMESLASH as both Harry and Hyacinth will be bisexual and have mixed gender Circles. If you don't like this, don't read it. Other warnings will be added as I see fit.
A/N: This is for Ckirkes2427, who mentioned an interesting twist on dragels and TBDH, in ref to the 2 year anniversary of this fic. They sparked a plot bunny and I could not work on TBDH until I wrote some of this out. Will probably be a WIP multi-chap. No promises, but features a very different Harry than my other fics and will have a lot of crazy plot twists. You probably shouldn't read this unless you're prepared for some craziness, I am messing with Characters, timelines and all kinds of stuff. Author's privilege. :P There will be some light Dumbledore bashing, but nothing too ridiculous. Some knowledge of Dragels is required to enjoy this fic, as I use the terms Pareya(protector) and Gheyo(fighter). Please see The Dragel Handbook for a better explanation or the original TBDH fic or TBDH: Straight Version. Happy reading! ~Scion
NOTE: STARTING AGE FOR HOGWARTS IN THIS AU IS 15 years old.
Harry Potter slipped into his twin's bedroom, wincing as he quickly shut the door behind him. He'd broken into her little bubble of silence and now, he could hear the loud muggle music in the background as she belted out the lyrics to the current song of the week. He bit back a smile as he braced against the door and watched her jump up and down on the bed, her dressing gown flapping around her as she sang into her hairbrush 'microphone'.
It was a delightfully carefree sight and he was very glad to see it, as the female counterpart of the esteemed 'Potter Twins' and also bearing the necessary curse scar denoting her as the Girl-Twin-Who-Lived, he was happy to see that she was happy. Things didn't always work out well, not where they were concerned anyway and seeing Hyacinth so relaxed was always a good thing.
She spotted him a moment later and the predictable blush started and faded almost as quickly as it begun. She stopped bouncing long enough to wave him over, panting from the exertion and waving a hand at the charmed muggle stereo for the music to lower a few notches. "Join me, Harry!" She held out a hand, giggling.
With a wry smile, Harry took it and soon he was jumping up and down with her, as they sang, half-screaming at the top of their lungs about broken hearts, fancy cars and moonlight walks. When the track ended, they flopped down on the bed, together, a tangle of girly giggles and manly laughter.
Harry shut the music off with a wandless spell of his own and Hyacinth poked him in the side with her hairbrush. He meeped a sound of protest, but didn't move as they lay there, light green eyes staring straight into dark green ones. "What happened?" He asked, at last. There were only a handful of reasons that sent his twin scurrying for her half-muggle roots, even if they weren't exactly authentic roots anymore.
Hyacinth snorted. "What do you think?"
"Humor me." Harry countered. He tucked his hands behind his head and waited. This was going to be a big year for them and he was not looking forward to the drama that was sure to happen. This year they would both be coming into their dragel inheritances and while it was a good thing in the long-run, he knew it would be painful, bothersome and most likely a pain-in-the-arse headache. Once they were of age, instinct would compel them to Hunt and begin building their respective Circles. Their parents had taught them everything that they could, seeing as they were not quite dragel-raised themselves, but held nothing against that.
"Three guesses, first two don't count." Hyacinth said, softly. She tossed the hairbrush to the floor, knowing that the charm she'd cast on it would always return it to the proper spot on her vanity table.
"Mum?" Harry rolled over to rest on his stomach and propped his head up with one hand.
"And Dad." Hyacinth wrinkled his nose. "Remember how they said they would check and see if Hogwarts had—you know—anything or anyone there?"
Harry groaned. "Please tell me they don't!" He said, burying his face in the soft duvet. "Merlin spare me."
"Spare us," Hyacinth corrected. She smirked. "It's not that bad. I mean, I heard there's quite a few that have come into their inheritances in the past few years, but there weren't any Submissives around."
"Dragel?" Harry asked. "That doesn't seem likely."
"Point," Hyacinth allowed. "And no, just Alpha in general. We'll have to be careful."
"We're long-distance students, we took lower-level classes via floo-lecture and we never interacted with anyone, save Professor Dumbledore. No one even knows what we look like!"
"Our pictures are in the Daily Prophet every day." Hyacinth said. "I think they know what we look like."
Harry rolled his eyes. "That's not the point, Cinthy. I just don't—I mean, you know what I mean!" He said, exasperated. A moment later, he felt Hyacinth's hand gently patting his shoulder.
"Yeah. I know." She sighed. "D'you want to know what they said though?"
"What?"
"They said if we're willing to Hunt, then we can attend for real this year. Our first year."
Harry sat bolt upright. "What?" He squawked.
"You heard me." She sat up, tugging the dressing gown around her to hide the worn flowery fabric of her favorite nightgown. "They said that if we were going to Hunt, then it would be best to give their permission for us to attend Hogwarts in the flesh, instead of trying to hold us back."
"B-but we've tried to—for years!" Harry sputtered. He couldn't believe this, but when he saw his twin's serious air, he began to settle down, feeling decidedly discomfited. "What if we don't even find anyone? I mean—they were lucky." His parents had been lucky, one, to find out that they were dragel, two, to find each other and three, to be soulmated to each other. That was just as rare among dragels as it was among witches and wizards.
Lily Evans had been a fierce Pareya and James Potter had been a reckless Gheyo. Normally, their ranks alone would rebel against anything relational between them, until the soulbond had surfaced. From there, neither of them had eyes for anyone else apart from each other. Lily and James had survived that fateful night in Godric Hollow using magic that even Voldemort hadn't known existed.
The protection that Lily had cast over them had spared their lives—and hers. James had arrived in time to see the dark lord vanquished with a spell cast at two frightened toddlers and from that, history was history. Dumbledore had come offering them some protection, but Lily wouldn't have any of it, as her protective instincts came to the forefront, with James behind her, they'd slipped into the wizarding underground and raised their twins to be the individuals they were today.
In the past few years, they'd been slowly easing back into society and teaching their children about the creature blood that coursed through their veins. There hadn't been any mention of Voldemort for several years now, but they were all well-aware that he lurked just beyond the reaches of the Light. Dumbledore hoped to provoke him into the open so they could finish him off, but as most villains were, when whipped once, they were reluctant to come crashing into an audience.
"D'you really think…?" Harry let his voice trail off. They'd worked on Lily and James for years, it seemed, begging to be allowed to attend Hogwarts. They'd skipped magical primary school and such, thanks to Remus Lupin, tutor extraordinaire and any other necessary skills had been picked up from their rapscallion godfather, the one and only Sirius Black and spoiled royally by thier godmother, Lisa Pettigrew.
"I think." Hyacinth said, softly. "It feels too good to be true, doesn't it?" Harry nodded. He reached over and squeezed her hand. She squeezed back. "They didn't know I was listening, so—they'll announce it at dinner. Be excited."
Harry snorted. "That won't be hard at all." He said, wryly. "I'm very good at pretending."
"Too good." His sister shot back. "Believe me, I know!"
And this is what my brain does when I get a new plot bunny. I'm not even kidding. I'll have the next chapter up as soon as I have time to proof it as I wrote a nice hefty chunk of it. New chapters for TBDH is about 1/3 of the way done and 1/2 done for the straight version. Thanks for reading!