Harry Potter in:

When Light and Dark and Evil play Chess

"Speech"

'Mind Speech'

'Personal thoughts'

The Durselys lives at number four, Priviet Drive, in the small town of Little Whinging, in the county of Surrey just south of Greater London. As part of the 'Home Counties' it was considered to be a very normal place, filled with normal people, living normal lives, and this was perfect of Mr and Mrs Dursely who had settled down there with their son, Dudley.

They were in their opinion a perfectly normal, totally perfect family.

That was until one Halloween night when a basket was placed outside their door, and so enters our intrepid hero's Harry and Eve Potter. Bonded Twins, Heirs to the Potter Dynasty, Prodigies of Magic and Learning, Beloved son and daughter to a murdered Parents, Abandoned Heroes of the Wizarding World and Marked as Enemies of the Dark.

Harry and Eve grew up in a small cupboard under the stairs, completely oblivious to their past and future, living as slaves to their relatives. Yet it was just after their 13th birthday that Mr Dursely decided to take one further liberty with his wards care, and it is here were our story truly begins.

"Dudley, clear out that spare room of yours, will move the girl into it."

"But Dad!"

"They barely fit in that cupboard, the boy can stay in it."

"Don't worry Dudley dear, I'll get you something special as a reward" Said Petunia Dursely defusing the situation, as she looked at her husband slightly confused. 'Vernon's never taken an interest in Harry and Eve's care before. Other than punishment.' Forcing back a shudder at her husbands brutality she looked over at the twins preparing breakfast. Eve reminded her so much of Lilly, she was a splitting image of the girl's mother, though her hair was a little more unruly.

Unlike her husband she didn't hate the twins, though the chance they had magic terrified her, and though she had never seen them use any magical powers, Dudley's fascination with telling tall tales, Vernon's paranoia and Harry's quick healing still left the chance. Sometimes Petunia wondered if she would be as kind to Harry is Eve hadn't been born, she had always wanted a daughter and with Vernon refusing to have any more children, Eve was a chance to live part of her dream.

"Well I'm off to work darling, I'll be back late, so take a sleeping tablet and don't wake up."

Knowing that meant he planned to go out drinking again, she busied herself taking the dirty dishes to the sink and sending Dudley out to play. As she heard the car drive of she nodded to the twins who began making their own breakfast. "Auntie do you know why Uncle Vernon is moving Eve into Dudley's second bedroom?"

"No Harry but I'm sure will find out soon, so eat up quick. I'm sending you two down the shops, hears the grocery list and pick up some medical supplies for Harry. Your Uncle is going down the pub again tonight so.." She trailed off as the three of them remembered the many times Harry had been beaten. "You two should only have to put up with him one more year."

"Cause then the man who said we have to stay here will come and we can tell him you want to get rid of Uncle Vernon?" Eve said repeating the small prayer that had become the twins mantra when in times of stress or hardship in the Dursely house hold. "Our you sure you can't tell us anything more?" Harry asked hesitantly.

"You know I can't. Now off with you."

Watching the twins take the list and money she walked over to the net curtains, cursing the name of Albus Dumbledore with every step, peeking out she smiled, calming as she began her favourite pastime.

Harry an Eve Potter walked happily down the street, both thinking about the future and who it was that they had been told would take them away from there abusive Uncle. They knew something was different about them because, no other pair of twins they knew could talk to each other in their heads or go to sleep and look out the others eyes, but only if the other let them. Eve was always joking how Harry was a pervert supposedly trying to look throw her eyes while she was changing or in the shower, and despite the fact he'd never tried on purpose he knew she had.

His sister had always been the naughtiest of the two, always coming up with pranks and playing tricks, and after puberty started, sex played a large role in her jokes, though only involving Harry. To many she was a sporty, fun-loving girl with a neglectful Uncle (Though a spell stopped them ever looking into it.) Harry however was quiet to the point of many thinking him moody with a hidden whit filled with sarcasm. The more studios of the two, though Eve was no slouch, Harry was always trying to find a way to help himself and thus be better ready to help his sister.

Both balanced each other perfectly like two sides of the same coin. Or they would have, as their upbringing and the influence of their uncle had corrupted their balance between saving themselves and saving others. Harry and Eve were loners to put it bluntly, they had acquaintances, and knew one day them might find someone worthy enough to be a friend, but till then it was them against the world.

'Harry, I'm worried about tonight, I'm not going to be there to help heal you.'

'Hey' Harry replied taking her hand 'It'll be aligh-'

'But what if it's not! What if you pass out again! What if this time he kills you!'

Pulling her into an alley he hugged her close waiting for her to relax into it, before speaking quietly into her ear. "He wont kill me, you know this. And if we fight him on this it'll only be worse, what if you stopped him and this time he beat you." Feeling her tense up he smiled as she sent images of her standing over him in medieval armour across the link, protecting him from harm. Chucking he softly shook his head "We are all pieces on a chess board Eve and though you are most defiantly a queen, I am our pawn for now."

"You're a king." She muttered.

"A King with no subjects is as good as a pawn, and be I either you are always Queen. Now enough of this, Shopping then library?"

Feeling her nod he released her, her hand taking his as they set off.

Harry had spent their time in the library reading historical texts. Her brother was almost obsessed with history, political, scientific, military. If you had to choose anyone to rebuild society or travel back in time with, Harry was you man. Sure he might not be able to build a race car engine but he could build you a basic one. Need to know how a toilet works just ask. Build a wall, he'll tell you how and be able to help. Win a battle... Nobody better. A few years back they had found the chess game on the school computers, Harry won his first game in nineteen moves on normal, and won continuous on the highest difficulty. Since then Harry had taken every chance to play against computers on a multitude of games, and though Eve was a better shot, Harry won time and time again at strategy.

To this day though chess had taken up a firm place in their lives, in nicknames, the way they made decisions and was a constant back drop for metaphors.

Turning the page of the large medical text-book Eve sighed. She missed Harry already, missed the warmth, the safety of her ...slightly younger brother. Having her own bedroom sucked. Re-reading how to reset a bone, her mind drifted from topic to topic, while Harry was amazing at plotting and planning, something she was far from average at her self, she was equally better in the field of using information and adapting to new situations, and like a queen on the chess board moving everywhere and doing anything, Harry like a king never fell into a trap.

Except neither had seen what was going to happen tonight.

"You wake girl." Eve's head bolted upright as her Uncle walked in the smell of cheap beer assaulting her nostrils, as she watched frozen as her Uncle began fiddling with his belt. "Yes, up and a wake, ready for your new chores, now old enough to help out your old man."

As his trousers hit the floor and his hand reached out, her brain caught up 'HARRY' she screamed as his chubby fingers grew closer and she scrambled back. "Get back here girl." Grabbing her ankle he started to pull her closer before falling over onto the bed.

Harry was worried, he'd heard his Uncle get back, stomp his way up the stairs and stop. Stop. He had stopped walking five steps to soon, Dudley's second bedroom. Eve's new bedroom! Long ago Harry and Eve had learned how to break out of the cupboard, the latch it was held shut with (unless being punished) was the only thing keeping them in and a piece of card could open it.

Scrambling up the satires he grabbed the hiking stick bought during Dudley's brief time in the scouts from besides the door, raising it over his head as he heard Eve mentally scream. Entering the room and near inhuman speed, he brought the stick down sharply across the back of his Uncles pudgy neck, the man's fat frame falling down onto the floor.

Racing to Eve's side he pulled her shaking form close, hearing the sound of the light in his aunt's bedroom turn on. "It's alight Eve, It's alight." Turning as Petunia entered the room he watch her look down at her husbands half undressed form, then to him "Screw Albus, I'm calling the Police." Leaving the room he heard her go downstairs.

Pulling Eve closer she sighed glad it was over, he really should have seen this sooner, a king would have seen this sooner.

Suddenly he felt a hand grab his shoulder reaching him away from his sister, twisting him round. Lashing out his fist connected with his Uncles pudgy face, but his uncles momentum continued to drive him back into the window which cracked.

Dragging himself forward he found himself stuck looking down to find the walking stick impaling him, the pain that had been blocked out reaching his brain as Eve began to scream, looking at his Uncle he watched as the man's face twisted into a mockery of a smile, and a huge meaty fist punch the flat handle of the stick shattering the glass behind Harry and sending him out the window as a whooshing sound filled his ears along with his sisters screams.

Landing with a sickening crunch his looked up into the nights sky as she edges of his vision began to fade out. 'Looks like I was a pawn after all, still I died for my que-'

And so it was that one of the saviour of the light passed over, an ethereal scream washing over the night as the horrified face of Albus Dumbledore looked down upon the still form of the lights champion.

AN: I was tempted to end this hear even though I didn't plan to. Still I'm not that cruel you came for the first chapter of a crossover not a twin fic.

Eve awoke on a soft mattress looking up onto a vaulted white tile ceiling, lectures half remembered from Harry would describing it as late Victorian, and most likely belonging to a room devoted to the art of healing, unlikely NHS standard to the hi-

Ignoring the information her brain froze at a single word, Harry. The nights events flashing back as she sat up, looking around frantically, her eyes passing over objects as irrelevant yet remembering them for future usage.

Dragging her self out of the multi layered blankets her feet slapped against the cold stone floor, her skin now covered in goose bumps as the cold air of the room seeped into her through the thin lightweight green gown, further confirming the idea she was in a place of medicine.

'Harry'

No response..

"Harry, Anyone." She said projecting her voice as clear and calmly as she could.

"Oh your up dear!" Came the no-nonsense voice of an older women as she bustled into the room in a Victorian matrons outfit, again with the Victorian wear.

"What year is it."

"Well... 1993 dear, our you feeling alight?"

"She's fine Poppy" Came an older male voice "I suppose everything must look a little dated from a muggle raised view, and time travels not unheard of." Stepping into view the man with his long silvery beard introduced himself "My name is Albus Dumbledore Headmaster of Hogwarts school of witch craft and wizardry"

"Fine, Where's my brother."

"I'm quite shocked how understanding you our of magic Miss Potter, would you like to see some?"

"I'm in no mood for deflection, that was Harry's game. Were is my Brother."

"Get back into be dear you need something to eat first, then we can talk." Said the Matron, 'Poppy' 'Albus' had called her, though if it was her real name Eve had no clue. "I refuse all further medical treatment till I've seen my brother" Eve spat back at the old woman obvious deflection.

"Perhaps we should let the girl see him." Came a the smooth slimy voice of a new male, his dark robes and greasy hair and '…yep that's a lustful gaze' instantly setting her on edge rivalling that of the smile he was wearing when he continued. "After all, seeing his condition might.. enlighten her"

"Fine Severus. This way Miss Potter."

"Albus, I must insist you stop this foolishness, she's only just woken up." Following the old man a few steps being she followed, dropping to her knees as she read the brass plaque.

Mortuary

"I'm sorry Miss Potter. There was nothing we could do" Said the old man his head bowed low.

He was unsure how long he had been there, since his betrayal. To long that was for sure, he felt old.

Ever since he had entered this pit he had felt he would cease to exist in here. He who had do so much, yet so little, and he missed her. He knew that part of her would have missed him too, but in the end she was only his mistress.

Mistress, an ugly word now he thought about it, so business like. Yet he was an Overlord, and... well he'd never know one to take a wife, and he guessed with the multiple mistresses thing it would probably be wives anyway.

Still he had hope. Hope an odd thing for an Overlord to have, Gnarl would be turning over in his... un-death. That was the problem with having necromantic minions, the un-dead don't fit into conventional language rules, and there butchering of words probably ensured it.

Turning his head as he felt the ground rumble, and air pulse with power he smiled inside his helmet. It had taken him years but the library inside the Abyss had provided him the information, a way out. Well not truly a way out, his plans could continue, he could make sure of the Jesters death, make sure his daughter was finally looked after.

Oh he had known of his child, and how Rose had abandoned it in that icy town. He might not be able to escape the Abyss but he could look out. Sixteen years in the real world was a very long time in the Abyss, and his plan was now nearing completion.

A blindingly bright yet deep black light filled the ritual chamber as he entered it, coalescing into a humanoid form.

An heir to evil with the raw power of a god had arrived, and finally he the third could train a new Overlord.

After all Evil always found a way, and it never hurt to cheat.

Watching as the pale skinned black-haired boy dropped to the floor he grinned. 'Lets see how Gnarl like an Overlord who he can't interfere with.'

AN: I know, I know. Thrans What are you doing! You ask. But as I am suffering writers block as well as constantly reworking parts of my other story, I find myself finale giving in to this plot bunny.

Set after the event of the third Overlords incarceration, and with Hogwarts taking on students at 14 years old, let us watch out Dastardly Young Lord, fight back against false tyrants and fluffy creatures, in his quest to return to his marginally more evil sister, and protect her from the plots of an insignificant Dark Lord.

Updates will come as inspiration strikes me, and I promise an update for my first story around next week.