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No pairing.
Chapter 1
Harrison Riddle, or Harry as he preferred to be called, was a prodigy in all subjects, but his favorite subjects were Potions and Transfiguration. His father called him a genius in Potions since Harry had managed to create some of his own potions when he was only seven years old. As Harry grew older, he was given his own Potion lab in the Riddle Manor.
Harry stared out of the window. He was waiting for his potion to finish the simmering period so he could add the beetle dung droplets.
"I'm so bored," he muttered to himself.
Harry giggled to himself.
"I must be going crazy if I'm starting to talk to myself," he said.
Harry lit up.
"Oh wait, I'm already crazy," he said.
He shrugged carelessly. The door to his lab slammed open and a masked figure stormed in. The person flung themselves into a nearby chair and groaned. Harry raised an eyebrow. He tugged the dark gray scarf he always wore around his neck. The scarf, as well as having sentimental value, hid a thin pale jagged line on his throat he had had all his life. His messy long black hair was clipped back by hair clips. His pale skin contrasted drastically with the black robes he wore. His eyes were as bright as the Avada Kedavra curse, piercing and unnerving to most people, especially when they held a crazy glint. The green color he had probably gotten from his mother's side; Harry wasn't sure. Voldemort never spoke of his and his brother's mother, claiming she was a traitor and to leave it at that. Although through experimentation, Harry's eye color had become more of a sickly green color.
"Alex~" Harry sang. "What are you doing here?"
The masked person yanked the silver Death Eater mask off their face to reveal an identical teen boy with pale skin, slightly tamer but still messy black hair, and ice blue eyes instead of green.
"I'm tired and I wanted to get away from those incompetent idiots father always keeps around him," Alex said.
"If you are always coming here to get away from father's followers, why did you become a Death Eater?" Harry asked.
He calmly took the cauldron off the burner and added in the last of the ingredients. The potion turned to the correct color. Harry let it cool for a couple minutes.
"Because I specialize in Dark Arts and the only things you specialize in are Transfiguration and Potions. If you specialized in Dark Arts like me, you would be a Death Eater as well," Alex said. "I still don't get what's so fun about Transfiguration or Potions."
"Don't diss it!" Harry exclaimed. "If done correctly, you can transfigure parts of your body to become animal parts and use them like weapons."
"Oh? Like what?" Alex asked, looking at him.
"I recently transfigured my eyes into Basilisk eyes," Harry said. "I can control it to the point I can choose to petrify or kill. My legs are transfigured to be extra strong and fast so I can move quicker. The same with my arms; I could rip off someone's head off if I wanted to."
Harry fingered his wand, which had appeared out of nowhere.
"So what do you say, my dear twin," he purred. "I could...make a few modifications to you if you wish."
"I'll pass," Alex said. "If you so much as point that wand at me, I'll cast the Cruciatus Curse at you and hold you under it until you go crazier than you already are."
"And everyone thinks you're the sane one," Harry grumbled. "You're ten times crazier than me any day Alex."
Harry bottled up the potion quickly and efficiently. A crazy glint appeared in Alex's blue eyes as he pulled out his wand.
"I'll show you crazy," he growled.
But before Alex could do anything, he hissed and gripped his left arm.
"Uh oh, looks like father is mad you left early," Harry said, smirking.
Harry flicked his wand to clean up his station. Alex abruptly grabbed his wrist in an iron tight hold. Harry grunted at the bruising strength.
"You're coming with me," Alex said. "Something tells me he wants both of us there."
Alex roughly dragged Harry out of the lab.
"Oi, let go of me!" Harry exclaimed. "I can get there just fine!"
Alex's grip only tightened in response. He kicked the doors to the throne room open and dragged Harry in with him. Voldemort watched the twins as they drew closer to the throne. Alex dropped into a bow. Harry did the same, his wrist still being held hostage by Alex.
"You summoned, father?" Alex asked.
"Yes, and it is good you brought Harry with you," Voldemort said. "It saves you another trip."
Harry grumbled under his breath while Alex smirked at him.
"It has come to my attention that the two of you are about to turn eleven years old soon," Voldemort said.
"Yes, what about it, father?" Alex asked.
Voldemort took out two envelopes and tossed them to the twins. They got the two letters and looked at them.
"Hogwarts?" Harry asked.
"Your new mission," Voldemort said.
"Mission?" Alex asked. "Father, what are you talking about?"
"You said you would never let us go to this school as long as that old man remained alive."
"This is an advantage we simply must take," Voldemort said. "You two are going to Hogwarts as spies."
"Don't your followers have children at Hogwarts?" Harry asked. "Why us?"
"Simple, I trust you two slightly more than I do my followers," Voldemort said. "You two are going whether you like it or not. Severus Snape will be taking you to Diagon Alley to get your supplies tomorrow."
"Father, won't the last name be a bit of a giveaway?" Alex asked.
Voldemort hummed.
"I suppose you are right Alex," he said. "Dumbledore does associate the last name Riddle with me, so we'll change it for you two. I know, you will go by the last name Evans. It is a common enough last name. I'll have Lucius take care of it."
"Good enough," Alex said.
"You leave at seven tomorrow morning." Voldemort said. "Don't be late."
"Yes, father," the twins said dully in unison.
They dragged themselves out of the throne room.