A/N-The characters and world are the creation of JK Rowling and it is not my intention to steal or ruin them, I simply like to play with them a bit.

Chapter One

One Month After Voldemort's Disappearance at the Dursley's

Dumbledore stood, for the second time in a month, on the Dursley's doorstep. The child in his arms couldn't look more different that the first, but they would grow up as brothers. Hopefully this could create a bond more powerful than the one linking Harry to Voldemort. Dumbledore placed the baby on the step with a note, almost identical to the one he'd left with Harry, then he turned and walked away thinking "Yes. The young Malfoy just may be the salvation of Wizard Kind in the future."

Draco knew nothing of this. He didn't know that his parents had been killed by an angry mob, or that he was the sole heir to a huge fortune hidden under London. No, he was innocent, and he slept soundly until morning when Petunia stepped out and with a shriek said.

"Oh Lord, not again!"

Seven Years Later in the Cupboard Under the Stairs

Harry and Draco Potter were brothers. There weren't two people who loved each other more than the Potter brothers. This was partly a result of their shared torment and pain. Their parents had been killed in the car accident that scarred Harry, for some reason, Draco had been sparred, and the Dursley's hated them both, but they believed everything would have been worse if it had been suffered alone.

Today was Dudley's, their cousin's, eighth birthday. It was a day they both dreaded and looked forward to. The dread was a result of the torture Dudley bestowed on them on this most special day. The excitement was from the fact that they would be left at Ms. Figg's. This wasn't necessarily the most exciting place to be, but it was a vast improvement from a summer day with the Dursley's. They would be able to sit and watch TV, well, hopefully.

At this particular moment, neither of the boys was thinking about any of this. They were curled up together in their cupboard, sleeping quite soundly. But not for long. BANG BANG BANG.

"Wake up you ungrateful brats. It's Dudley's birthday! Get in that kitchen!"

"Aunt Petunia summons." Draco said with a snigger while elbowing Harry in the ribs. Harry groaned then sniggered as well.

"I'm glad she is so thoughtful in her approach." This caused Draco to laugh outright, and then throw his hand over his mouth.

"Are you trying to get me in trouble?" He asked with a glare in Harry's direction Harry just grinned and said.

"You know you already forgave me."

"That's what you think. Not this time."

"Whatever, Draco. You can't stay mad at me"

"You want to bet on that?"

"Yes. I'll be…" BANG.

"GET UP!" Both boys jumped and scrambled to the cupboard door. When they got it open they fell in a heap on the floor at Aunt Petunia's feet. She just glared at them and walked away saying "Don't you dare ruin Dudley's birthday breakfast." The boys glanced at each other and with identical grins walked to the kitchen.

They had been cooking meals from the time they were able to reach the appliances, and they worked in a synchronized manner. This was something they did in all aspects of their lives. One picked up where the other left off. In most ways, they had discovered, they were exact opposites, and this was the reason for their compatibility. They each had the other's back. Harry was the physical one. He wanted to act, to get things done. If he could practice something, he could learn it in no time. Draco was much more the academic. He understood things that were far beyond Harry's ability, but he would always need Harry's protection. Except at night, when Harry's nightmares made Draco the protector. They knew everything about one another, strengths, weaknesses, and they guarded each other's secrets with everything in them.

Harry worked on the bacon and eggs while Draco set the table and made toast. Both were continually distracted by the huge stack of presents on the floor around Dudley's seat. It wasn't an unusual sight, but it definitely caused a longing in both of them, for the family they never knew, full of love and laughter, and birthday presents, of course. They were eight year old boys. Draco looked at Harry

"I know." Harry said without looking up. "This isn't fair, but it never has been. No reason for it to be this year." Harry always seemed to know when Draco was looking at him and what he was thinking, and vice versa.

"I don't know why I keep expecting things to change. They won't, and we will be stuck here until we turn eighteen. Unless…"

"Draco, I don't want to talk about that. We can't control it. We have never been able to."

"But Harry, if we could learn to, think about what we could do. I mean, you jumped to the roof of the school building. That is more than fifty feet. And I grew my hair back overnight when Aunt Petunia cut it off because of the color."

"She was just jealous because it makes her hair look like a dyed color." Harry sniggered.

"Yeah...but that isn't the point, and no changing the subject Harry. We can do things that other people can't. We should learn to work with it." Draco had been trying to persuade Harry in this matter for months now. Usually this wasn't a difficult thing to do, but Harry was very hesitant to delve into something so weird. This was what the Dursley's had preached about, being freaks. Words always hurt Harry much more than Draco. "Harry, why do you think our adopted family has tried to beat us down for all these years. Maybe they know, but don't want us to. We should look into this on our own." The idea that the Dursley's were purposely making Harry feel like a freak upset Draco. He could ignore them, but Harry never could, "I think we have a duty to figure out as much about these powers as we possibly can. If you really think about it you will agree with me." Harry was silent. Draco was sure he was about to agree, but Harry just stood there for many minutes. "…Harry…"

"I know Draco. We should look into it. But where are we supposed to do that?"

"We'll do it while we are on the school trip. I've been thinking a lot about this. They are taking us out to the biggest library in London. Surly there will be something there. It won't be that hard to get away from the group. We do know how to sneak around pretty well." Draco smirked. Again Harry was silent "…Harry…"

"Ok! We'll do it. Just make a plan and tell me what to do. Now finish the table. Dudley won't sleep forever!" Draco smiled to himself. He had always know that Harry would take some convincing, but no one could work Harry better than Draco, so he also knew it would only be a matter of time before he wore Harry down.

Two Weeks Later at the Library

Harry watched their teacher closely. He was supposed to signal Draco as soon as there was a chance to get away. He couldn't possible be more nervous about this entire thing. Neither he nor Draco had a membership, so they were just going to have to make out with as many books on the occult as they could fit in their backpacks. Now, she was distracted by another student crying. He looked at Draco who nodded back. Now was the time. They ducked down and walked into the nearest stacks making as many weird turns as they could so as not to be seen. They really had no idea where they were going, but they moved together as if they did, and they soon discovered why. There in front of them was a large section that no one else seemed to notice. The library was fairly busy, but everyone seemed to walk right by these rows of books. Draco nudged Harry and pointed up. There at the top, where the words "Fiction" might have been, it said, "Need answers to the strange things happening in your life…you've come to the right Aisle…or should We say, We came to you." Draco and Harry looked at each other.

"What are the odds of that?" Harry asked

"Well, I guess this means that there are others going through what we are. I think that is a little bit comforting." Draco looked down the rows of books, but neither boy would move forward. Finally Harry, ever the active one, grabbed Draco's hand and said.

"Let's go Little Brother." With a nervous smile, Draco nodded, and they headed down the stacks, looking for anything that caught their eyes. Neither one touched anything until, with quick smiles at each other, they started grabbing books and packing them in their backpacks. They weren't picky, and they ended up with quite an array of books by the time, they could fit no more in their bags. They looked at each other again and then ran back to where the rest of the class should be.

One Week Later in the Cupboard Under the Stairs

Draco was scouring over a book while Harry sat beside him reading the titles of all of them. Somehow, they had made out of the library with twice as many book as either of them remembered grabbing. Draco had been reading them ever since. Harry just wanted to try the stuff Draco kept mentioning, but Draco was hesitant to try anything without researching it completely. But today Draco had told Harry he was ready to try something. According to the books, it was called an Aural Scan. It read your aura and you could see what your strengths and weaknesses were magically speaking. Draco thought this would be a good place to start since they could base their studies on this from then on.

The book said that the spell would work like this. The base of the aura would be one solid color. This color would be the same for all immediate family members. On top of the base color would be a variety of other colors, in specific places. There was one color at the head, one on the chest and arms, one on the hip and legs, and one on the hands and feet. Each color had a specific meaning when paired with a specific place, and the brightness of the color had meaning too. Technically they needed a wand to do this, but Draco was sure that together they could do it without one. They just needed to draw on each others strength.

"Ok. I think I am ready to try this." Draco's sudden speech jarred Harry out of his reverie. "Face me Harry." Harry hurried to do as Draco said. "Now take my hands. Focus inside, like we talked about, ok ready?"

"I'm ready." Harry whispered. He didn't want to break Draco's concentration.

"Show us ourselves, show us inside, show us our strengths, and don't let them hide. Show us each other, show us inside, show us our weakness, so we can confide." This wasn't exactly what the book had said to do. It wanted you to say some old Latin words that had no meaning to Draco or Harry, so Draco had changed them. Another book had said that intent was the important thing, and Draco needed words to make his intent clear to himself and Harry. He continued to repeat the words until he felt something happen.

He opened his eyes. Harry was glowing. At first Draco was startled but then he realized this was exactly what was supposed to happen. He quickly grabbed the pad beside him and began writing down every color and where it was on Harry's body. When he was done he passed the pad to Harry who did the same thing for him. Neither spoke, the book said this would end the spell. Draco began to look at his own body, and what he saw startled him.

His base color was completely different from Harry's. That couldn't be possible. They were brothers, twin brothers, fraternal of course, but twins none the less. He suddenly wished he hadn't told Harry how all of this worked, because now Harry was looking down at himself and back at Draco in confusion. Slowly the spell faded. Harry began to speak.

"I thought you said the base color was the family color Draco." Harry was looking at Draco in bewilderment.

"It is Harry." Draco wished Harry would stop there, just pretend not to be curious and leave it alone.

"What does that mean Draco?"

"It means we aren't really brothers Harry."

The Next Evening in the Cupboard Under the Stairs

Harry had been doing research. Draco would be proud, but he didn't know, not yet. All Harry knew was that he had to fix what that spell had broken between him and Draco. They were brothers, no matter what that spell said, and now Harry was going to make it official

"Draco!" Draco had been pouting for almost twenty four hours.

"What?" Draco said with apathy.

"What is wrong with you?" Harry asked. He already knew; it wasn't as if he was stupid, but he needed Draco to say it so he could get over it.

"You already know, Harry."

"No I don't. You are going to have to tell me."

"That is stupid Harry."

"No it isn't Little Brother."

"I'm not your brother!" Draco screamed. He almost wanted to hurt Harry, so that they would both be in pain.

"Yes you are. You've been my brother for as long as I can remember. Why would a spell change that?"

"You aren't my blood brother Harry!" There was a pause in the conversation. Harry looked at Draco. He was trying to gauge what Draco's reaction would be to his next words. Two days ago, he would have had no doubt what Draco would think, but now he was unsure…he didn't like it.

"So let's fix that." Draco just stared at him. "Look Draco, I've been reading some of the books...Don't look at me like that, I do read sometimes! ...People who can do thing like us do blood magic. They use it to adopt children and to get married. So why couldn't we adopt each other. You said the magic is all about intent right. If our intent was to be brothers then we would be blood brothers from that moment on." Draco continued to stare at him. Harry stared back. A single tear slid down Draco's cheek. "Ah, Draco don't cry, wouldn't that be just as good as being brothers? We would be technically; no one would ever be able to tell any difference." Draco looked down and said something so low that Harry could hardly hear it. "What was that?"

"I think it is a good idea." Draco said in a rush. He beamed up at Harry, all his sadness gone. "When can we do it? Now? What do we need?"

"We need to be outside, something to do with nature being a witness. Everything else is simple. We just need us and a knife as far as I can tell. Then we mix our blood and choose each other. Does that make any sense at all?" Harry asked.

"I understand what you mean. Let's do this!"

They waited until it was dark, and the Dursley's were all in bed, to sneak out into the back yard, grabbing a sharp knife from the kitchen on the way. They had never had any reason to doubt their being brothers, even though they looked and acted nothing alike. But Harry was almost glad this had happened. At least they knew early on, and they were going to be able to fix it. Draco could whole heartedly say that he agreed with Harry's thoughts. He was thrilled to be doing this, and after reading the passages Harry had seen, Draco had no doubt that this would work. They were ready.

Harry turned to Draco and took out the knife. He began to speak. "I call Nature to witness this Bond of Brotherhood. I choose Draco to be my Family." Then he cut the palm of his hand with a wince and gave the knife to Draco.

"I call Nature to witness this Bond of Brotherhood. I choose Harry to be my family." Draco cut his hand in the same way Harry had and reach out. They took hands, squeezing their cuts together.

As the blood mingled, a white light began to form at their feet, and their hands grew warm. The warmth spread throughout their bodies, and they seemed to be in each others minds. Suddenly, Harry was screaming, clutching his forehead with his free hand. The while light had reached their heads and a black mist seemed to be oozing from Harry's scar. Tears were running down both their faces, as Draco could feel everything Harry was feeling. Then a surge of power went through their bodies, and both Harry and Draco were knocked out.

The power surge spread across the globe, but few others felt it. Two redheads, the youngest in their family, were startled awake. A girl with bushy brown hair, who knew less magic than Draco and Harry, was shocked out of her book, and a blonde girl looked dreamily up from her writing, without any surprise at all. And Dumbledore. He alone recognized it for what it was. It was a calling from Nature, for a true family, a family with the power and nerve to support one who would need it. A calling from Nature, to protect one he didn't even know. He would have to keep his eyes open for the person with enough power for Nature to get involved. He didn't even realize that the wave of power had also altered his memory. He no longer remembered Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy. He remembered Harry and Draco Potter, the twins he had left on the Dursley's doorstep so many years before.

Early the Next Morning in the Dursley's Backyard

Slowly Draco opened his eyes, it was not even light yet, and somehow he knew he hadn't been out more than a few hours. His gaze traveled to Harry. He was surprised at what he saw. Harry looked very different. His skin was a shade or two lighter, and he had filled out, but the most shocking change was his hair. It was still sticking up in every direction, and it was still mostly black, but now the tips were platinum blonde. He shook Harry awake.

"Harry! Oh come on, wake up!" Harry's eyes fluttered open, and Draco got another shock. The pupils were silver instead of black. The combination of sliver and green was slightly unnerving, but Harry's shocked look at Draco's appearance was enough to shock him out of his study of Harry. "What?" he asked self-consciously.

"Your hair…and your eyes, they look…different." Harry stammered for the right words. "I think you should just get to a mirror Draco."

"I could say the same thing to you, dear brother." Draco smiled sneakily at this and launched himself at Harry, tackling him, and then he jumped up and ran to the door before Harry had a chance to even get up. He dashed up the stairs and to the restroom, which had the largest mirror in the house. What he saw stopped him short. His hair was the exact opposite of Harry's. The tips of his sleek hair were pitch black and the roots were platinum blonde. But his eyes were now identical to Harry's, green with silver pupils. These changes were so drastic that he didn't notice the more subtle one's until Harry was beside him. Their skin tones had been drastically different, but now they were the same, exactly the same. Then it hit Draco what it was that really made them so much more alike. Harry's scar, which had been such a defining feature on his face for so many years, was gone. The skin on his forehead was as smooth as it must have been on the day he was born. With all the other drastic changes, both boys were unable to look away from Harry's forehead. They stood like this for many minutes before something new crossed their minds simultaneously.

"Aunt Petunia! What is she going to say?" Harry blurt out.

"Oh crap, she is going to kill us." Draco moaned.

"She will know we did something "freaky"." Harry continued.

"That might prove that they knew something!" Draco's excitement was almost palpable. "We need to get into the cupboard before she wakes up." Harry nodded his agreement, and they silently raced down the stairs and slid into the cupboard. As they did, Harry saw the notepad from their first forays into magic.

"Draco, we never analyzed our auras." Harry stated simply. "We forgot after we noticed the difference. Maybe we should look." For the first time since he had found out about their lack of relationship, Draco was excited to think about the aural magic.

"I can't believe we forgot. I just got so wrapped up in…my head I guess. We should definitely look." Draco grabbed the pad and the book they'd found the spell in. "Let's do you first. Ok. Now, your base color was a deep green, but that is strictly a family color so as far as powers go it is unimportant. Next is the head or mind color. It was a deep burgundy, so that means you are naturally going to understand … transfiguration …that is the changing of one object into another. That's neat." Harry was listening raptly. The idea of changing one thing into another seemed quaint until he really started thinking about it.

"So I could change myself into something else, right?"

"I think so. It isn't saying that this is your strongest power, just that you will comprehend it better than most other magics." Draco explained

"I see what you mean, but maybe I'll still be able to change into something. That would be really cool!" Harry was already exploring the possibilities in his mind.

"Ok moving on. Your torso was a…um…deep blue; all of your colors were deeper. I wonder if that has any meaning."

"Don't care. What does the blue mean?" Harry was anxious to get a move on.

"The torso is something you will love, and the blue is, well I think it is flying. So you are going to love flying."

"HA! Maybe I'll be able to change myself into a bird with my vast knowledge of transmorphication!"

"Transfiguration, Harry."

"Whatever. Next."

"Whatever. Hips next. This is something you are going to be very good at due to magical strength. The color was a dark grey; well really it was more silver. So that means you will be very good at charms and curses." Harry opened his mouth to speak. "Nope! No more interruption, we are moving on." Draco said. "Hands and feet. This is going to be something you will just know how to do, sort of. Apparently everyone has a natural aptitude for something. It is usually less magical or mental and more physical. You had a deep orange so that means you will be a natural dueler. Wow, Harry it looks like you are going to be a fighter, well no surprise there." Draco smirked.

"Ah shut up and do your own aura." Harry scowled But really he was very pleased with the results, although he was unsure how anyone could be unhappy, unless of course you hate yourself, since it basically shows you, well, you.

"Ok." Draco smiled he was looking forward to this. "No interrupting! My base color was purple but again, unimportant. Head first. It was…wait, what does that say Harry? Yellow? Your handwriting is horrible!" Harry wacked him in the arm. "Sorry! Ok, I will naturally understand runes, which will help with older ancient magics. Clearly I am the scholar in the family." He smirked. Harry wacked him. "You are just proving my point Harry." He smirked again. Harry wacked him harder. "Ok, Ok, moving on. Torso. Mine was shimmery black? You have to be kidding me. Oh wait. I will have a love for astronomy, or star gazing and reading. That's cool. There are lots of neat things to see up there. Next is the hips, they were pale grey, which means I will naturally be very powerful in defensive magic. So while you beat people up, I'll watch your back!" Harry wacked him again for good measure, technically these weren't interruptions. "Ow! You keep hitting me in the same spot! Hit somewhere else for once!" Harry smirked, and hit him in the other arm. "I didn't mean you should hit me!"

"You should be more specific Draco." Harry said in a haughty tone. "You might confuse someone. We wouldn't want that." Draco couldn't help but laugh at the voice Harry was using. "Ok back to your magicalness Draco. Read on." Harry was still using the ridiculous proper voice. Draco got more cracked up. "Ok really, you need to finish up or this is going to have to wait another day, because Aunt Petunia will be up soon." This thought sobered both boys quickly, and they got back to business.

"Ok, lastly, my physical strength. It was red, very red, and that means I will have a natural ability to make potions…well I was always better in the kitchen than you." This time Harry didn't hit Draco but threw his hand over his mouth and pointed up. Harry mouthed "Aunt Petunia". Draco reached for the lights pull string while Harry stuffed the papers and books under the bed. Then in unison they lay back and pulled up the covers to their normal sleeping position, heads and knees touching. Moments later, they heard Petunia coming down the stairs, and then they heard her bang on the cupboard door.

"Get up! Now!" Draco looked at Harry with a grin and whispered

"Another wonderful day in the life of the Potters."

A/N-Please review. I intend to do this in a T.V. show manner, so your input could drastically change the plot. :)