Disclaimers: Harry Potter is not mine.

Warning: Incest, Yaoi

A/N: Please review.

"Professor McGonagall, where is Harry? We have been trying to find him since this morning."

"Miss Granger, please go back to your seat. Mr. Potter is fine. He will be here shortly," the Transfiguration professor said sternly.

A bit relieved, but still terribly worried, Hermione went back to her seat at the Griffindor Table. As soon as she sat down, Ron and a few other seventh year sitting near them looked questioningly at her. "She said that Harry will be here shortly. I can't help but feel that something terrible had or will happen."

Ron nodded his head. "Yup. Harry didn't write a single letter to either of us. And Lucius Malfoy was released from Azkaban even though he was proven to be a Death Eater, can you believe it? And what in Merlin's name is he doing here? What were they thinking?"

There were several nods at his outrage. Then the seventh years threw a hateful, but nervous glare at the afore-mentioned Malfoy, who was sitting at the staff table beside Professor Snape, looking pleased.

The Sorting went on after the welcome speech by Professor Dumbledore. As soon it was finished, the door to the Hall suddenly opened and Harry, escorted by Auror Moody, came in. The Hall was silent; everyone was startled, partly because he had come so late and seeing him escorted by an Auror, but mostly because of the expression on his face. He looked the epitome of depression. The laughter, the mischief, the kindness; were all gone from his face. Only the sadness, the depression and the anger could be seen.

Harry walked reluctantly toward his House. He really did not wish to return this year. He just wanted to forget everything that had ever happened in his life. Now, he felt more lost than ever; lost in the darkness within him.

However, before Harry could reach his table and before his friends could get over the shock of his changes, another group of people entered. They were all dressed in black. Their cloaks protected their faces from being seen.

All the professors and Moody had already gotten out their wands and were ready to attack at the first sign of violence.

"Put away your wand. I am only a transfer student and these four are my bodyguards. We mean no harm," a boy's voice came out from one the cloaked people. Although the voice sounded youthful, it also carried authority, as if the boy was the God Himself.

The boy lifted his right hand and pulled down his hood. Everyone in the Hall, save for the cloaked few, had the shock of their lives. The boy looked exactly like Harry Potter.

"My name is Harold Potter, the older twin of Harry Potter. With the permission of the Ministry, I am now a student of Hogwarts, the guardian of both myself and my brother, Harry, and the Head of Potter clan and several others. I have with me a signed document by the Minister Fudge himself." The replica of Harry got out a piece of paper and gave it to the one standing beside him. The man took the paper and headed towards the staff table. He handed the paper to the Headmaster and went back to his position.

"As you can see, Headmaster, my presence here is legal, so are those of my bodyguards. As the full guardian of my brother, I request that he is resorted together with me. We will be residing in the Potter's suite for as long as we are here. There is nothing you can do to take my brother away anymore, Professor." The last word was said with as much hatred as he could manage.

Harry was still in shock. He never knew he had a brother, let alone an older twin. Although they looked alike, Harry could also feel the difference; no, he could practically see the difference. His self-acclaimed older twin was an authority figure who demanded not respect, but total obedience, and he had an aura of pure dark oozing out of him.

"I have a brother? Why didn't I know that before?" Harry asked, confused and angry. Professor Dumbledore had kept yet another important thing from him, one that he had no right to do that. He had no doubt in his mind that he knew.

"Hello, Harry. I am so glad that we finally meet. I missed you all these years but I couldn't do anything until now. I will tell you all about it later when we were alone. I hope that we will get to know each other. Of course, I will not force you and will take it slow. However, please believe me, if I could do anything to make our meeting faster or less shocking to you, I would. I had to do it this way because I am scared that a certain someone who will take precautions to prevent you from meeting or knowing about me." Harold was gentle like a loving brother would. He walked nearer to Harry and hugged him lovingly. "You will always be my baby brother."

Harry felt awkward in his arms, but at the same time, for the first time of his life, he felt like he had come home. He relaxed and leaned into the embrace. Suddenly, what Harold said before finally sank into his mind. He quickly pulled away and put a short distance between them. "What do you mean by Resort? I am happy in Griffindor."

Harold sighed heavily, "I want you to be Resorted since you are going to have changed as well. If you still end up in the same House, then fine. If not, you will be in one that suits you better. Besides, I hope we can be in the same House, and I doubt I will be in Griffindor."

"Oh..." Harry felt like a child being reprimanded. In his heart, he knew that he would probably end up in Slytherin as his brother would; he had no doubt about this. However, he was not as against it as he thought he would be; he really wanted to avoid Ron and Hermione as much as possible this year. It's not that he hated them but he had gotten tired of their constant questions. He wanted to be left alone. "OK."

"Harry, are sure about this? You can refuse, you know," Dumbledore asked grimly. His eyes had lost their normal twinkle.

"Actually, he cannot, Headmaster. You had no say in this. Harry is solely under my guardianship no matter where, even at Hogwarts. However, I will let him choose this time," Harold replied coldly, then changed his tone, "Harry, what you want to do?"

"I want to be Resorted." Any doubts that he had, had been washed away when he heard what the Headmaster said. It was funny how he trusted Harold more than those he had known longer now. Perhaps it was because he felt that his brother would not treat him like the others, and actually wanted the best for him, instead of the world.

The Headmaster sighed heavily. He knew he had lost this time, but he would gain back the boy's trust. Then, he would train him to be the Light's weapon. "Professor McGonagall, would you please?"

Professor McGonagall finally snapped out of her shock. She held the Hat up and called, "Potter, Harold."

Harold walked up with his head held high. He looked like an Emperor walking to his throne. Two of his bodyguards followed him at both his sides while the other two stayed near Harry. The Professor put the Hat onto his head as soon as he sat down on the stool.

"Hmm, interesting. A fine mind indeed. Some might even say a true genius. What is this? Ahh, your love for your brother is more than it should be. Hmm, a strong wizard indeed. Pure magic, not like the fools who believe in Dark and Light. Good.You should be…"

"Wait! I would like you to do something for me," Harold said.

"And what is that? The Hat sounded amused.

"Could you please keep everything you found to yourself?"

"Of course. Dumbledore always try to dig my secrets, the meddlesome fool. Luckily Slytherin is smart enough to allow me secrecy. Don't worry. And I can't promise you about your brother, but I can only say that I will Sort him into a suitable House."

"Fair enough."

"Slytherin!" The Hat called out. It was lifted off his head. Harold got up and stood near the stool instead of going straight to his House.

Professor McGonagall was shaken. She had never dreamt before that a child of James and Lily would be in Slytherin. After a few seconds of collecting herself, she called out in a slightly shaky voice, "Potter, Harry."

Harry walked calmly to the stool. He was sure of the ending and was prepared, so he did not feel nervous like in the First Year.

"Ah, we meet again, Harry Potter. Hmm, let's see. So much is hidden inside of you. I would advise you to trust in your brother. He will never bring harm to you. So, you have expected the outcome, haven't you? What? No more doing my job for me? Then, you better be SLYTHERIN!"

Harry pulled the Hat gently from his head and got up. Like he expected, the Hall was silence. Everyone was shocked. He could see the betrayal on the face of his ex-Housemates. For a moment, he felt hurt, but only a moment.

"Come, Harry. We should not waste more time standing here. I am sure you are also famished." Harold held out his hand, beckoning his brother. Although it was only for a moment, he had seen the hurt in his brother's eyes. It did not dwell well with him. They would pay for this. "Oh, before I forget, Harry, I would like to introduce you to our bodyguards and friends. They are the best in the business."

The four bodyguards pulled back their hoods. They were two pairs of twins. Although they looked young, they also looked scary with their emotionless faces. One pair had black hair and deep brown eyes while the other was blondes with blue eyes. All the four was well built. They were surely the type that none would want to anger in the muggle-world for they were too dangerous to mess with. One with no brain would also know this.

Harry smiled and nodded his head at them since they did not offer their hands.

"Naoe and Takaya-san would be your bodyguards," Harold said, pointing to the black-haired twins. They were obviously Japanese. "And these two are Zack and Jacque." After the introduction, Harold took hold of his brother's right hand and dragged him gently to the Slytherins. He stopped at the end of the table and sat down at the newly lengthened end, flanked by his two bodyguards. Harry chose to sit at his opposite. As soon as he sat sown, his bodyguards also did the same thing, flanking him.

"Now that is settled, let us get on with the Feast. Before that, I would like to warn all the First years that the Forbidden Forest is strictly forbidden to all students. And with Voldemort back, we should be prepared and united to protect ourselves. A Dueling Club has been established for all that are interested. You will be told more by your new Defence Against Dark Arts professor, Professor Malfoy. Now it's time for the Feast!" Dumbledore clapped his hands twice and the food appeared on the table.

As soon as the food appeared, all hateful looks and whispers at the mention of the Dark Lord and the new DADA Professor disappeared. They were all occupied with the food. Only one table was quiet since most were not moving to start the Feast. Most of the Slytherins were confused at the events that had occurred a few minutes before. They did not know what to make of it. Their confusion was also preventing the First Years from indulging themselves.

Harold finally snapped, "Can you stop staring at us? I can assure you I do not have a second head that will pop out any minute."

Draco was the first one to respond, "Can you blame us? First, we found out that there is another Potter. Then, both Potters, which one of them are the Boy-Who-Lived, I might add, are Sorted into Slytherin, of all Houses." His voice was still the same superior, but also cautious. After all, they were his new Housemates. Sytherins stick together. Besides, he didn't hate them like his past actions implied. They were only for image sake. And, most importantly, the older Potter was very powerful. He could practically feel his magic from all the way across just now.

"What is up with you people? No living beings can be categorized into different categories, let alone humans. Men are complicated beings. Each is different from the rest." Harold was starting to get annoyed. They were a bunch of idiots. "And don't call my brother that. We have names, you know. I am Harold and he is Harry. Normally, I will not grant you the privilege of the first-name basis, but since you can't call both of us Potter, then it's unavoidable."

Finished saying, Harold stood up, followed by the four bodyguards. Harry was confused, so he followed them. "Harry, let's go to our suite and have our dinner. Since this is the first day we meet, there're many things I want to ask you. You must have lots of questions too."

Harry was very confused about what he should do. Sure, he wanted to know more about his brother and he felt that he could trust him completely, but sometimes he also felt that Harold was so used to being the one in command that he had forgotten that not everyone would listen to him.

To be continued...