Author's Note: This is your basic twin fic. I found that there were actually quite few of these, and thought I'd give a spin. Constructive criticism is welcome, just being rude is, well, rude. Thanks!
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, Ms. Rowling does.
The sky was dark, the moon gone, and the stars blotted out by the light pollution. The only light in the prim streets of Private Drive where the street lamps, and the beady eyes of a tabby cat, sitting stiffly on a brick wall. All of the inhabitants had soundly gone to sleep, ignorant of the historical events that had just happened, and scorning the weirdos that had been all over the city.
With a soft pop, a man appeared on the street, apparently oblivious of the fact that everything from his half-moon spectacles and twinkling eyes, to his long cloak was unwelcome there. His name was Albus soon, mysteriously, all sources of light disappeared, besides the stiff cat's eyes, and the old man's spectacles. He turned to the cat.
"Minerva, I should have known you would be here." The cat jumped down from the wall, transforming midair into a strict looking woman, with a tall pointed hat sitting on her head. Albus shook his head fondly as she stared penetratingly at him. Minerva had been sitting out there for a reason, and she was going to get what she wanted. "Why aren't you rejoicing?" Albus questioned.
"Rejoicing! The idiots have been making such a struggle that even the muggles have noticed. Flocks of owls. Shooting stars. They've been flocking the streets, swapping gossip." It was obvious this is why she had been waiting out on the wall for the entire day. "They're saying that You-Know-Who has finally been defeated."
"It certainly seems so." Albus said, sadly. She gasped.
"They're also saying that James and Lily are… that they're dead. And," She rushed on, "That the twins are the ones who defeated him." Minerva looked at him, clearly hoping that he would deny it, saying it was codswallop. But Albus merely nodded, the twinkle gone from his eyes. A tear escaped Minerva's eye.
"James and Lily!" She cried. "But how, Albus? How, after all of the most powerful wizards failed, did the twins succeed?"
He looked at her gloomily. "We will never, we may only guess. They were left with, actually, you will see..." He checked his pocket watch, which had many symbols, moons, planets, stars, letters, and numbers, but which obviously made sense to him, because he said, "In fact, they be here, momentarily."
"You can not mean… Albus you can't leave them here! These muggles are despicable. They have an atrocious son, and, and, Albus! Harry and Violet will be famous in our world! I wouldn't be surprised if this day was know, from now on as The Potter Twin Day! Every kid will want to be like them!"
"Exactly. Famous for something they can't even remember, something that happened before they either talk or walk. That could blow up anyone's ego. It's much better that they are raised here. Besides, I've written Petunia a letter that explains everything." Albus shrugged.
"Albus! You can't explain something like this in a let- What is that?" Minerva looked up at the sky, where a bright light was growing bigger.
"Hagrid. He's bringing the twins and is," He checked his odd watch again, and shrugged,"A little behind schedule, but otherwise, great!"
"You thought it was… wise to trust Hagrid with something as valuable as the twins?" Minerva's tone wasn't incredulous, just confused.
"My dear, I would trust Hagrid with my life." Albus looked in her eyes seriously.
"I'm not saying his heart isn't in the right place," Minerva conceded, "Just that he can be a little careless." She looked uneasy as the light grew and grew, until it became a giant motorcycle, which landed with a loud THUD! on the ground. A huge man with a wild dark brown beard climbed off of the vehicle, his arms cradling to babies.
"Everything went smoothly, I assume?" Albus questioned.
"Fine. I picked these two ou' of the- the ruined house, and Sirius le' me borrow the bike. Li'l Harry fell asleep as we flew over London." Hagrid handed the small children to Albus, one whose eyes were closed, and another whose deep violet eyes wide open. Suddenly, Hagrid howled, like a wounded dog.
"Shush!" Minerva hissed, "The muggles will hear you."
"Sorry," Hagrid spluttered, "Bu', it's jus', Lily and James!" He howled again.
"Yes, yes. Now, be quiet." Minerva hushed him, and moved over to look at the twins as Albus placed them on the doorstep. She gasped softly when she saw them. Carved into both of their foreheads was a lightning scar. She turned to Albus. "Will it ever heal?"
"Not likely, and even if I could do something, I wouldn't." He said, predicting her next question, "Scars come in handy. I happen to have under my knee that is a perfect map of London under…" He trailed off, under Minerva's withering gaze. "Well, everyone say their goodbyes." As the odd threesome left, the violet eyed baby finally drifted off into the realm of sleep, not aware that she, and her brother would be soon woken up by the screams of their aunt.
And all around Britain, people were whispering in secret, "To the Potter twins, who defeated You-Know-Who!"
A miniscule girl, perhaps three, sits with a book in her lap.
"Violet!" A sharp voice calls. The girl shuts the book, quickly placing it back on the shelf, and hurrying to her aunt standing in the door of the classroom.
"Sorry, ma'am." She murmurs, looking at her shoes.
Five years later, a tall blonde woman showed up. She started crying to the twins' Aunt Petunia.
"You don't want them! Please Tuney, let me have them!" Her voice was thick with hope, and tears streamed down her face.
"I was chosen! I have them, and I will keep them!" Aunt Petunia smiled cruelly. "Leave!"
Stumbling through the tears, the woman left, neither women noticing the little eyes following them, nor the whispering.
"Go Harry."
"No, I can't leave you!"
"Yes, you can." Tiny bandaged hands shoved a tiny body out the door, Aunt Petunia still oblivious. "You can convince that lady to get me."
"Violet!"
"Goodbye." She shut the door, watching as the boy ran through his tears towards the lady. She heard Aunt Petunia come over to investigate, and ran for their cupboard. Her cupboard.
She didn't eat for a week.
Every morning, small eyes opened, every time with the same hope. Harry didn't forget me. They will be here this time. I'll get out of here.
Every night, dull eyes lit with the thought, that tomorrow, it would be tomorrow.
A loud banging right next to my ear caused me to bolt straight up, slaming my forehead into the dented edge above my bed. My eyes adjusting to the darkness, I recognized the room. I had been having the most wonderful dream, with London soaring beneath me, and I was in this giant flying motorcycle.
My Aunt shouted at me through the thin wall, as I got dressed quickly, "Wake up! It's my precious Duddykins birthday, nothing can go wrong." Dudley's birthday. My eyes widened as I sped up. Things were worse today.
Loud, high-heeled footsteps clacked away from the small doorway as pulled on my final article of clothing. Turning to my left, I grabbed my shoes that I had washed the day before, finally getting the blood out, brushing aside a small spider. I look at the empty space beside me, allowing myself a moment to remember the mess of hair, bright green eyes. I let myself trust him, my brother, but I got me nowhere. At least he was safe. Wiping my unshed tears aside, I quickly pulled the closet door open, expertly maneuvering myself in the cloth that hung off my thin 's old clothes.
Dudley rushed around the corner, shoving back into my confinement, before running off in fits of giggles. I exhaled through my nose, trying to disperse the pain in my skull, climbing out.
"Hurry, freak!" Aunt Petunia's comment caused Dudley to laugh again, smiling wickedly.
"Yes ma'am. Sorry ma'am." I hurriedly walked to the kitchen, and took the spatula from Aunt Petunia where she was making flapjacks, bowing my head when she frowned at me. The tiles were white, and the whole room smelt distinctly of cleaner. Aunt Petunia, a tall blonde woman, looked nothing like me, with her long neck and horse like face.
"Took you long enough!" She said, hitting me with the backside of her left hand. I nearly winced, slumping into myself.
"Sorry ma'am." I said walked over to the couch, where Dudley was struggling to count he presents, each a different color, stacked up into a mountain. He loved presents, and consistently got a multitude of them. I watched as his face reddened, preparing for a tantrum, before turning my attention back to my work. If he threw a fit, the stakes would be higher, Uncle Vernon already having anger that needed to be vented. I paled, stopping the thought before it got further. I concentrated, my focus so much that I failed to notice the conversation going on. Turning off the stove, and moving to set the table, I almost stopped in my tracks when I heard Aunt Petunia, catching myself at the last second.
"-broke her leg, so she can't take the girl." I started shaking imperceptibly. No. Please. Don't make them more angry. Please.
"What?" I gave a small flinch at the anger thick in Uncle Vernon's voice.
"WWWAAAAAHHHHHH! I-It's no-o fa-air. She-e's go-onna ruin EVERYTHING!" I could taste blood, I could smell it. Please.
"Don't cry Duddykins. Mommy won't let that happen." Aunt Petunia turned her head to her husband, clutching her son close. "Maybe she can stay home?" I closed my eyes as I opened the silverware drawer. No. Why today, when the stakes are so high.
"Alone? This TV is new, I can't leave her here with it. What about your friends, the… Williamson's?" My eyes flung open. Not them. They- he, he was worse the Uncle Vernon.
"Vacation. What about Marge?"
"Come on Petunia, you know she hates the girl." Please. Stop.
The doorbell rang, stopping the conversation, and the crying. Aunt Petunia plastered a smile on, making small with Mrs. Peterson as Piers ran to Dudley. Almost immediately after Mrs. Peterson left, the whole family climbed into the Volkswagen. Uncle Vernon stopped me as I was entering the car, pulling me out by my ear.
"No funny business." He snarled, before shoving me into the car.
Dudley's birthday trip this year was to the zoo. The whole place was alive with movement, small children clambering around the whole area, parents with worried expressions as their kids climbed fences to get a better look. I stayed distant from my cousin and his family, avoiding any unnecessary interaction. Tonight would be bad enough already. My eyebrows pinched together at the thought, before I forcibly relaxed them, allowing myself to enjoy the sight of the people. We visited the Mammal exhibit, and saw the big cats, bundles of lithe muscles, covered in sleek fur. They sauntered around the confinement, majestic. Dudley did not seem to have an inclination to stay, so Aunt Petunia hurried their family along.
At lunch, Uncle Vernon had to let me get a meal, or else get suspicious looks, though I would rather spare his wrath and not get the meal. Dudley proceeded to complain his Knickerbox Glory did not have nearly enough fudge, and I was given that one, as Dudley ordered a second. I swallowed deeply at the sight of Uncle Vernon clenching his jaw tightly when he looked at the bill.
We then proceeded to the Reptile Exhibit, a gigantic cavernous room. Dudley, Piers, and Uncle Vernon were banging on the glass in between them and a boa constrictor, trying to get it to move. Eventually they moved on, Dudley bored with the snake, though I chose to stay, it following my idea to stay out of my cousin and his family.
"Hello." I mummered, enraptured by the spots lined along its spine. The boa lifted it's head, tilting it slightly to the side, as if confused.
:Hello: It hissed back. I jolted. Even if this was my imagination, it was to weird. Uncle Vernon might notices. All of sudden, Dudley pushed my down, leaning against the glass to look at the now moving boa.
"Come on, guys! Look! It's moving!" He shouted, as fear rose up in me. They knew. Everyone knew. My throat closed and I couldn't breathe. No. No. NO!
The glass in front of the Brazilian boa vanished, and Piers and Dudley went toppling into the exhibit.
:Thanksss, amigo: The snake hissed, passing me. It snapped at heels as the hallway filled with screams. I turned to my cousin and his friend. The glass had closed, trapping them inside. I felt the fear again.
One look at Uncle Vernon's face made me fear for my life.
Author Note: I'm not sure how often I'll be able to update. I'll try to do it as quickly as possible.
PS: I edited this Chapter. Likely, the next will not be updated for another day or two.