Disclaimer: I do not own the Harry Potter Universe, all rights go to J.K Rowling; all characters and concepts of the Harry Potter Universe; both good and bad, are property of J.K Rowling.
Authors Note: This story is the first story that I have sat down to write in 4 years, I admit I may be a bit rusty and may look for a beta to look through my work for mistakes. Just a warning to readers, this story does have dark themes and bad language, if you dislike that kind of thing you might want to read something else.
I also admit I haven't read Harry Potter past the 6th book, I disliked where the story went in the end of Half Blood Prince (especially the horcrux hunt and the Ron/Hermione and Harry/Ginny relationships). Therefore there will be no horcrux hunt and relationships will not be canon in this story. I hope you enjoy what I have written, feel free to leave reviews and please feel free to leave constructive criticism.
The Twin Connection
Chapter 1:
"'We thought we'd just have a few words with you about Harry,' said Mr Weasley, still smiling.
'Yeah,' growled Moody. 'About how he's treated when he's at your place'
Uncle Vernon's moustache seemed to bristle with indignation. Possibly because the bowler hat gave him the entirely mistaken impression that he was dealing with a kindred spirit, he addressed himself to Moody.
'I am not aware that it is any of your business what goes in my house -'
'I expect what you're not aware of would fill several books, Dursley,' growled Moody.
'Anyway, that's not the point,' interjected Tonks, whose pink hair seemed to offend Aunt Petunia more than all the rest put together, for she closed her eyes rather than look at her. 'The point is, if we find out you've been horrible to Harry -'
'- And make no mistake, we'll hear about it,' added Lupin pleasantly.
'Yes,' said Mr Weasley, 'even if you won't let Harry use the fellytone -'
'Telephone,' whispered Hermione.
'- Yeah, if we get any hint that Potter's been mistreated in any way, you'll have us to answer to,' said Moody.
Uncle Vernon swelled ominously. His sense of outrage seemed to outweigh even his fear of this bunch of oddballs.
'Are you threatening me, sir?' he said, so loudly that passers by actually turned to stare.
'Yes, I am,' said Mad-Eye, who seemed rather pleased that Uncle Vernon had grasped this fact so quickly." - excerpt from Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix.
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There was only the sound of traffic, as the Dursleys were returning from their excursion to Kings Cross. After a confrontation that had occurred only minutes ago it was usually the norm for Vernon Dursley to be ranting loudly in indignation with his wife Petunia Dursley pointedly agreeing quite vocally with her husband. It was also the norm for Dudley Dursley to suggest severe punishments for his cousin, whom was the point of the confrontation. What was occurring in the confines of Vernon's shiny new BMW was quite the opposite, Vernon Dursley looked surprisingly strained like a battle was warring in his blotchy purple walrus like face. Petunia, someone whom would usually appear like a lady of dignity and grace was nervously sitting in the front passenger seat; every now and then would look at her husband with an expression on her horse-like face like she was watching an unexploded bomb about to detonate.
Dudley who usually had a carefree expression in his pig like face with a mean spirited smirk on his face, was slightly curled up trying to keep as far away as he physically could from his cousin. The difference in demeanour compared to his pork like cousin was kind of like chalk and cheese. Harry Potter; a scrawny, raven haired boy of 15 years of age had a slight air of melancholy with a deep contemplative look on his face. It was only a short day ago that he finished his fifth year in Hogswarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, where he once again had an eventful year. It seemed a distant memory of Hogwarts war against the pink toad-like monstrosity known as Deloris Umbridge and the disaster that was the Battle at the Department of Mysteries.
'It is my fault Sirius is dead, it is my fault my friends were hurt so badly, I should have listened to Hermione; she was right all along why didn't I listen?,' Harry contemplated, figuratively kicking himself for once again not listening to reason and running into a situation that ultimately caused the death of, in his mind, one of his last links to his parents. After two years of getting used to the idea that there was someone of a parental figure for him to turn to and hoping to escape his prison with his relatives the Dursleys, a metaphorical ray of light was blinked out in his otherwise bleak living situation as Sirius fell to his demise through the Veil of Death. Now he faced the reality that he was stuck with his no good relatives for yet another summer full of meaningless chores and starvation. The future looked dark for Harry Potter, with the death of Sirius, the emergence of the Prophesy and the certain battle ahead with Voldemort.
The words of the prophesy echoed in his head, the raspy voice of Sybill Trelawney,
'The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches … born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies … and the Dark Lord will mark him as his equal, but he will have the power the Dark Lord knows not … and either must die at the hand of the other for neither can live while the other survives … the one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord will be born as the seventh month dies …' - excerpt from Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix.
Dumbledore's interpretation of the batty Divination professors' prediction looped in his head, ultimately the safety of the wizarding world was on his young, 15 year old shoulders. He was going to have to be the one to 'vanquish the Dark Lord' and to end the evil that was Voldemort and his Deatheaters. Harry felt the weight of the world on his shoulder as it bore down upon him, the sight of Surrey sweeping by re-awakened him from his musings to the long arduous task soon at hand, to survive the Dursleys.
The uniform looking houses of Magnolia Crescent rolled by, Harry mentally prepared him for Privet Drive's similar looking housing. Residents of Privet Drive and Magnolia Crescent would see their world as perfect and orderly, Harry had always hated the cookie-cutter look of his surroundings; to him it looked stale and lifeless. When he thought of his childhood 'home' as a prison, it literally felt like a prison that strangled the life out of people. The shiny BMW rolled past the dilapidated park, the park equipment hanging derelict like rusted skeletons in a barrow, parts of the equipment missing or damaged so bad it was not safe for anyone to use. The laughter of children playing that were music to any parents ears were remarkably absent. The familiar scene of Number 4 came into view, a most unwelcoming sight.
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The atmosphere was palpable as everyone got out the car and dragged Harry's school trunk and his beloved owl Hedwig's empty cage from the trunk of the car, trying not to chip the new paint off Vernon's car. At the same time Vernon was stewing in a silent anger that was unlike him, opening the front door and stomped into the kitchen.
'When you put away your ruddy belongings away you get your hide down here immediately, BOY,' Vernon growled ominously.
Harry complied with his Uncle's instructions trying not to make too much noise, not willing to push him any more not knowing what to expect from Vernon. Harry was hoping a tongue lashing and to be banished to his room and keep out of the Dursley's way for a week or so to let them cool off. Harry hung up Hedwig's cage, opened the window for her to fly in when she returns from her flight from Hogswarts.
Harry hesitated to leave the confines of his room but decided to face the music and get it over with, the fact there was no noise coming from the kitchen worried him; you could always expect for Vernon to rage loudly for a short time. For him to be this quiet was a bad sign. Harry slouched to the kitchen, Vernon pointing at a plain wooden chair at the kitchen table to tell Harry to sit; Harry complied making sure there was room to escape if Vernon should go to grab him. Vernon just bore his beady eyes at Harry with undisguised hate, he just stared for a moment giving his death stare. Harry thought to try to placate Vernon a little first,
'Look, I didn't know that everyone was going to talk to you at the station, I tried to stop them -,'
'Boy, you will shut your mouth, I am going to speak and you will listen very carefully.' Vernon threatened menacingly, his face flushing a deep purple colour. Harry quietened straight away.
'So... your freaky friends think they can tell me what to do in MY house.' Vernon growled, starting to pace slowly, his belly and double chin wobbling slightly. The floorboards were creaking with his movement.
'I have tolerated flying cakes...the destruction of our living room...the constant bombardment of owls and noise from YOUR lot.' Vernon spat like it was some curse word.
'Then you have the audacity to blow MY SISTER up like a balloon two years ago.' Vernon stopped in his tracks facing away from Harry, the veins in his scalp pulsing noticeably. He then turned and stood right above Harry with clenched fists, his putrid breath covering Harry.
'Listen here boy, cause things are going to change here from now on. I don't give two DAMNS what those FREAKS say, as long as you are under my roof it is my rules. If things my way aren't followed you will wish I drowned you as a baby when we got you like I suggested, DO YOU UNDERSTAND?!' Vernon bellowed, Harry didn't know if it was his imagination but it seemed like the windows rattled with that last shout.
'Crystal,' Harry stated with a narrowed stare, Vernon copied his belligerent nephew.
'Your Aunt and I fed and clothed you, we gave you a roof over your pathetic head, you belong to US,' Vernon with hate in his stare, Harry unconciously made a small snort in disgust and contempt, Vernon decided to set at example and grabbed Harry by the neck dragging him through the back door just seeing the slimy smirk of Dudley and the surprising worried look of Petunia. He was dragged towards the tin tool shed, he struggled to reach his wand not quite reaching it from his pants pocket.
He was thrown against the wooden fence, winding him for a short time as Vernon opened the door of the shed picking up a 5 foot wooden post left over from re-fencing the front yard last summer. Vernon bellowed like a wounded bull as he swung the fencepost straight at Harry barely missing his head. Vernon took another swing, managing to hit Harry on the left arm resulting in a sickening crack, a whimper of pain and Harry hitting the dry grass guarding his arm with was very visually broken limb. Vernon decided to end it with one last swing. Before the post made its decent however, Vernon was surprised from his blind-side with a vicious elbow to the side of the face. He crumpled to the grass, dropping his weapon mid-swing. Vernon's head swam a little after that blow, thankfully the layer of fat around his face taking the brunt of the blow.
'Well Vern, I always thought you were a pathetic bastard of a man, I see you grew into a worse piece of shit after all these years,' a deep man's voice said in disgust. Harry tuned his face to his rescuer, he was a powerfully built man a head taller than Vernon with flaming red hair and beard, he was wearing a ruffled business suit like it was loosened after a hard days work, his John Lennon like glasses glinting in the sun. He turned to look down to Harry and knelt where Harry lay in pain. He flicked his arm with a flourish and surprisingly a dark wood wand with intricate runes and carvings on it appeared in his hand, Harry flinched and reached for his wand only to get a frown from the red headed man.
'Look kid, I am just fixing up the arm, looks like multiple fractures but easily fixed. Just need an anti-swelling tonic for the swelling you are going to get from the trauma.' the red head said as he muttered under his breath and Harry's arm made a gross click sound. With another wave of his wand the man conjured a sling to put Harry's injured arm in. Once applied he turned back to Vernon who was still was shaking his head trying to figure out what hit him.
'I'll grab this fat piece of shit, you can handle yourself for now, time to meet with someone I haven't seen in years.' the man said as he grabbed Vernon under his arm just dragging Vernon's obese wobbling body back to the back door kicking it in and throwing Vernon against the fridge door with a grunt. Vernon wobbled and slid to the ground as Petunia shrieked.
'VERNON, are you ok?' Petunia's piercing voice hurting everyone's ears. Harry just walked in the door with the sling on his arm stunned what happened.
'Well these years look like its been hell on you Pet, still with the fat shit I see,' the red headed man said leaning against the kitchen bench, making Petunia flinch and turn her head with a crack. A furious appeared on her face followed by a shocked one.
'YOU...what are YOU doing here COLE?' Petunia said in shock, so shocked in fact she forgot her husband lying next to her.
'What, is that all...after all these years "what are you doing here?", can't I see my sister after not seeing her for nearly 17 years." the red headed man said with a frown on his face, his almond shaped green eyes now seen behind his glasses.
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Authors Note: And that is a wrap for now, took a while to get this first chapter like I wanted it to be. I hope it turns out alright and may entertain you. Thank you.
