Harry Potter belongs to Warner Bros, Scholastic, Bloomsbury, Heyday/1498 films, JK Rowling and Raincoat books. I don't lay any claim to it. However, the characters Tom, Richard, Harry, Jodie and others which are not included in the books do belong to me. If you wish to use them, please ask for my permission.

Summary: This is set in the future of the Harry Potter world with entirely different people, the old main characters in the books are only referenced and sometimes met but they wouldn't play too strong a part in this book. This will be about the adventures of new people in Hogwarts where old rivalries and old scores are settled, and new ones are made.

Tom Selby: First character, muggleborn and gaming wizard. A bit like me, sometimes a bit of a nerd in terms of games.
Richard Ashly: Do you get the Richard Ashcroft reference? No? Anyway he is normally called Richie. He will be a Lothario later.
Harry Montana: Should have been called Carlos, but with Harry Potter saving the world and all that shiz his name is Harry, he has black hair and green eyes. Doesn't like to be similar to Harry Potter because he wants to be his own person.

They Were Brothers

Chapter 1 - New Beginings.

The hottest month ever recorded in Britain was eventually drawing to a close and an eyrie silence beckoned on the Greenbank suburb of Plymouth. Hot, burning tarmac eventually was cooled, able to be driven on by cars, uncleaned by the hosepipe ban. Windows were drawn open and live programmes finally weren't filled with sweaty people reaching for the coldness of a glass of water with icecubes.
Inside one of the houses though was a boy, the age of eleven playing on his brand new PS3 games console. 'Come on Mario!' the boy yelled while pressing a special sequence of buttons he pressed without realising. Sure enough, he won, mario was celebrating with Luigi and the Princess, Browser and the others were downtroddon, literally.

The boy was a skinny, blond haired and blue-eyed lad who had the look of someone with a lot of charm about them, otherwise known as cute. His clothing was brand new, totally designer, head to his converse-wearing feet. His appearence was very endearing to a lot of people, the girls at his old primary school were all over him. Although he rejected them, he thought girls had cooties. He had a knack at playing games as well, any games from board to the computer. He always won. There were several cases when he was playing Connect-4 with his brother where he was accused of changing the colours around. Or that case when he was little where he played Pin-The-Tail on the donkey when the donkey moved to help him win. These cases though were always considered, 'a trick on the mind'.

On the whole, Thomas considered himself to be very lucky, and not just in his gaming talent. His parents had died in a plane crash which occured so long ago he doesn't seem to rememberl. And where he would of ought to have been packed into a carehome his rich brother picked up the pieces and adopted him. Now he is living in a comfortable house where his brother and he live in.

'Bloody global warming' said his brother Mark as he opened the door and trod to the lounge, 'hey Tom'.
Thomas nodded at him warmly while concentrating on SuperPacman.'Ah, glad to see you're playing your Christmas present' he said grinning, 'never thought you were into the retro-modern cross over - Anyway I’m sorry about leaving you on your larry today.'
'It's alright' Tom replied after his Pac-Man was shown being put on a barbecue by a blue coloured ghost, 'that software won't create itself by itself, right?
'Right' replied Mark, loosening his tie, he looked directly at Tom and bought out his hand, 'we're pals right?'
'Right' Tom said and slapped Mark on the hand; it was their secret and special handshake. The BBC News theme tune played and Tom and Mark's favourite show (apart from The Simpson’s) started. The first item of the news was the story of the Prime Minister going mad, 'THE PICTURE'S MOVING!' yelled the man who was supposed to run the country, 'THE PICTURE'S MOVING!’ The next ten minutes was filled with Psychiatrists trying to evaluate the Prime Minister's behaviour and Political Correspondents speculating what's going to happen. The next story was about a missing girl lost in Portugal, 'God, hope she get's back' muttered Mark quietly whilst squeezing his brother on the shoulder. Other stories ran through, red telephones becoming part of British Heritage and the water ban. Finally, on another note Owls sightings has once again risen today, extraordinarily since records started this is the most startling day for Owl-Lovers as owls have been flying even during the day for many years.Mark and Thomas chuckled, 'what a funny age we live in' exclaimed Mark, 'the Prime Minister has gone loopy and Owls are flying around in midday!'. They didn't notice that in that room, an owl was looking at the couple carrying a letter addressed to Thomas Selby 2nd Bedroom on the second floor 12 Greenbank, Plymouth.

12 hours later, and a fairly long distance away from the beauty of southern England Richard Ashwell and Harry Montana were sleeping well in their beds. After their continuous late night exploding snap tournament happened, they felt now that they needed sleep. They were staying at Richards house for another sleepover, they have been friends for many years that they could not recount the first time they met. They thought they were just about identical, they both proudly support Tornados (which have gone downhilll in the quidditch league). They like the same food (Indian and Italian and Icelandic) amd they lived the same way. In fact they are both next door neighbours so they were taught together, lived together and they swore to always be together.

After 8 hours of deep sleeping they unwillingly woke up after a huge uncalled for wake up call by Richard's sister, Anna. 'Gerroff me' grumbled Harry hiding under his duvet from the young girl's menacing figure, 'we don't want to get up'. 'Not even for Hogwart's letters?' Anna replied sheepishly. Upon hearing this they both leaped out of the bed and changed to their muggle attire quicker than a thunderbolt broomstick. They both ran into the kitchen and saw Richard's mum and dad and his uncle who was sitting on the corner of the breakfast table puffing a cigar and reading The Daily Prophet with Richard's dad looking over his shoulder. Richard's mum, Jackie, was a very well kept woman, not precococious or living through her kids but more on their level, she reads self-help guides and cook books to keep her mind on track and she works part-time as a Wizard-Advisor at several businesses like Florean Fortescues Ice-Cream parlour and Flourish and Blotts. She is a wife and a strong friend to Terry Ashly who works as the commander of the Magical Law Enforcement Squadron. He is in charge of his brother who lives with him till 'his feet get back on the ground'.

'Oooh, Hermione Granger has got her self into a right mess' said Terry to his wife not noticing that his son and his son's friend was in the kitchen/dining room right in front of him. 'Apparently the newly elected Prime Minister didn't take it that well when she tried explaining it to him'. 'Nearly let the kneazle out of the bag, eh Jackie?' said the Uncle through his cigar who, like his brother didn't notice the two boys. 'I only hope she comes through' replied Richard's mum while buttering the toast, 'that girl has been through a lot, and her friends Harry and Ron'. 'What's Harry doing now?'.
'Oh Gerry you should know, he's Defence of the Dark Arts teacher at Hogwarts' replied Jackie while putting the filled up toast rack on the table.

At that point, Jackie realised the new arrivals, she and Terry were always like this. She instantly hurried the boys onto the table and gave them their Hogwart's letters, 'we didn't even have to ask!' Richard said in amazement. 'What bugs me is' said Uncle Gerry after blowing out the blue smoke of his cigar, 'Is that McGonagall knew that Harry was staying over'. 'Ah, she doesn't miss a trick that woman, even in her old age, I swear she is nearing a 100 now' replied Terry, Richard's dad. 'No, around her late 80s now' replied Jackie who gave the boys her full attention wondering why they are just staring at the letter. 'Go on now, open it' she said softly, with tension in her voice.

Dear Mr. Ashwell,

We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted
at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please
find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment.
Term begins on September 1. We await you owl by no
Later than July 31.
Yours sincerely,

Neville Longbottom Deputy Headmaster

What I don't understand is', said Mark while sipping his cappuccino, 'that they want you, I mean, you're nothing more special than the rest of us'.

'Cheers bro.'

'No, I mean look at you, no horns, purple coloured eyes, green skin or, from what I know, you don't breathe fire. In short you don't look like a wizard'.

Tom sipped his diet-coke contemplatively. So far they were sitting in a Starbucks café in London, near a good spot by the river and next to the Globe theatre, this was the agreed spot. Along with a strange letter, driven by an Owl (which was the explanation of the Owl commotion in the news) they were given a more personal looking document saying exactly what they wanted to know. 'Meet at Starbucks, Globe Theatre for shopping trip'. He looked at the Globe, such a spectacular design. 'Yeah you're right, although maybe Witches and Wizards aren't the same as the people shown in there'. He pointed the teaspoon at the globe which was coincidentally playing Macbeth. Mark didn't say a word; he felt that this was a bit confusing for him. Instead he drank his cappuccino thoughtfully and tried to change the subject.

'You know, American cappuccino is so much better', said Mark. Thomas just raised his eyes. 'Well, you know Britain doesn't really know how to do it, although we ace tea'. Tom didn't say anything; he didn't know what to say. Mark aptly continued, 'I wouldn't mind going to America again, just for the coffee'.

'Oh, and leave me to Jane the bag-lady next door', Tom replied.

'Hey, leave her alone, you don't know anything about her.'

'I wish you'd tell me.'

'You're too young.' Tom groaned. This was always his brothers return to all his questions, 'Hey, I'm 11'.

'Yeah, too young', Mark replied curtly. At that moment his blackberry whirred into action. Mark instinctively checked it. The well known message of the modern era appeared, 'You've got Mail', flashed politely on the bright screen. He checked it and groaned, 'It's my office, they worked out I was in London, and Smith has a contract to be filled in, I have to go.' 'What about me?', Tom replied. Instantly Mark grabbed his wallet and gave Tom 200 pounds. 'Look, that guy said he would look after you when you meet him here. We'll meet each other in 9 hours, ok?'

'Fine' Tom replied, he was getting sick of his brother's company anyway, 'I'm not old enough for my question to be answered but I am old enough to wonder around the streets of London with a guy I've never seen before'. 'Yeah, whatever', Mark called out in reply while going out the door. 'What an irresponsible git', Tom muttered to himself. He looked at his glass, it was nearly empty.

Sighing, he looked outside the window. Nobody was there yet and nobody unusual lingered except the beggar on the street, but even he looked like he was just part of the setting of the inner-streets of London.

He dug his hands inside his jeans pocket and drew out his shiny-black iPod Nano and put the polo-plus-lollystick-looking head-phones inside his ears. He flicked through the menu using the wheel to scroll through to his favourite radiohead album, 'The Bends'. The music blared out of his headphones.

I don't want to be krippled kracked
Shoulders wrists knees and back

Tom slumped back onto his seat, he would give the person an hour, otherwise he would simply go home.

Ground to dust and ash
Crawling on all fours
When you've got to feel it in your bones

The song was hypnotic for him; it always made him sleep and would make him unaware of his surroundings. Gradually he forgot to notice what was going on around him.

When you've got to feel that in your bones
Now I can't climb the stairs
Pieces missing everywhere
Prozac painkillers
When you've got to feel that in your bones
And I used to fly like Peter Pan
All the children flew when I touched their hands
They say you've got to feel that in your bones

Tom woke up; the music had gone, along with his iPod. He instantly leapt up and saw a man ran out the door with his iPod in tow. 'Sorry, I couldn't stop him', the waitress called out in an apologetic voice. He didn't hear her, he ran to the door to chase the man, but smashed into something else instead. Or someone else. The man was huge, about 7 ft tall and carrying the man who took his iPod with one huge arm. ''Righ' Fletcher, out o 'ogwarts and you've started stealin' like your ol' man', the giant said. The man whimpered and gave the iPod to the giant and scampered off. He instantly gave it back to Tom. 'Ere ya go kiddie…hey you're not Tem Selby, are ya? We 'ere 'pposed teh meet 'erebouts'.

'I'm Tom Selby', Tom replied.

'Hey, you aren't related to that snooker player', said a voice directly behind the tall man. The man moved out of his way and Tom saw this stunningly beautiful girl. Tom looked instantly flustered, 'No, no way related to him, although my brother is called Mark Selby'.
'Cool, I'm Jodie Heartly'

Tom flushed slightly, for the girl was a looker, and had a real nice name. However he didn't have time to pay attention to her figure for the tall man now leaned towards him, ' I'm Hagrid, 'n' I'm sure like others you have questions, but we don't have time so follow me'.