Summary: The Potters didn't have one child, but two. Twin brothers Anthony and Harry are left with Peter at their home in Godric's Hollow when Lily and James are called away. When Voldemort attacks, Dumbledore does not know which is the child of prophecy and so chooses to wait before declaring either one the savior. Lily favors the older twin, Anthony, so when James is attacked four years later, and placed under a coma, she immediately snatches up the chance to rid herself of Harry. But she isn't completely heartless; she takes him to her sister, Petunia, who she hasn't seen for several years. Too bad for her that she doesn't know what she has just started.

The Enemy of My Enemy is My Friend

Chapter 1

Dramatics and the Red Menaces

Petunia had been busy preparing sandwiches when the doorbell rang. Glancing at Dudley sitting at the dining room table, she quickly wiped her hands on her apron before heading to answer it. What she saw there shocked her.

"Petunia!" was all the warning she had before she had a face full of long, red hair. Stepping back quickly, she saw who was perhaps the person that Petunia hated most in the world. Bright green eyes danced merrily, and long, auburn hair fell straight and smooth. Her skin was pale, almost pasty. Petunia thought that she must have used magic to enhance it, because Lily had always been tan and freckled. She was dressed well, in what Petunia was relieved to see were muggle wore a simple blue sundress and a pair of Grecian sandals. On her arm was a braided leather purse and a pair of dark sunglasses were perched atop her head; she looked too young to be a mother of twin five year-olds. And there they were, just behind her. Fraternal, Petunia noted absently. She had seen them before, of course on Christmas cards and pictures sent with letters to which she rarely responded.

Henry, the older twin, was round and plump, built a bit like Dudley. His hair was red, like his mother's, but messy and scattered about his head like a haystack. His eyes were a muddy brown and a smattering of freckles spread across his tan cheeks and small, pug nose. His eyelashes were short and his eyebrows were thick. He was a rather plain child, if not unattractive. The most notable thing about him was that he had rather large ears that stuck out from the side of his head. The second child, Harry, was much more handsome. He was slightly taller, and much more slender. He was willowy, unlike his mother, who was less graceful and more thin, clearly a form she acquired through careful dieting rather than genetics. She remembered that his father had a strong, solid build. His hair was an inky black like James, but was tame and slightly wavy, reflecting the light with flashes of violet and deep shades of red. His cheekbones were high, like his father's, but his nose was small, and turned up only slightly so that it appeared more endearing and less piggish unlike his brother's. He was pale, like milk, and his skin was smooth and clear, freckle-free. His eyes were almond shaped, slightly slanted, and even greener than his mother's. They were currently narrowed in what almost appeared to be dislike at his mother. But, no, that couldn't be possible, no one could hate 'Dear, precious, Little Lily', and most certainly not her own son. Her thoughts were interrupted by Lily's hand waving in her face.

"Tuney? Tuney darling, can we come in?" Petunia stared at her a moment, face blank, weighing her options. When she saw Mrs. Dalhart's curtains move across the street, she knew she had to let her sister in or be the focus of gossip for weeks to come. So, with a sigh, she opened her door fully to allow the three entrance. Lily breezed past, planting a kiss on Petunia's cheek as she went by, Anthony close behind her. Harry followed at a more sedate pace and paused on his way in to say, "Thank you for allowing us entrance into your home, Aunt Petunia, I apologize in advance for any way that my family may offend you," before proceeding into her house.

Petunia was surprised to say the least, and simply stared after him for a bit before she was startled by the sound of Lily calling her name. Closing the door with one last sigh, Petunia wandered into the kitchen where she found Lily and Anthony helping themselves to the sandwiches and crisps that she had laid out for her and Dudley's lunch.

Speaking of Dudley, where- there he was, sitting at the end of the table, staring at the strangers who had barged into his home and summarily begun eating his food. He looked to his mother for help, but she was just as shocked as he was. At a movement to her right, she turned to see Harry staring at his family in disgust and with no small amount of shame. Seeing that his aunt had entered the kitchen, Harry cast an apologetic look her way before turning back to his mother to say, "Mum, I believe that you came here to speak to Aunt Petunia, not to eat her food." He said this in such a dry, condescending tone that Petunia had to wonder if the child was truly five years old, and then, how used he must have been to see his mother behave so.

Lily looked up, startled, a sandwich halfway to her mouth. Clearing her throat, she placed the sandwich back on the platter. Dabbing at her mouth, she straightened up in her chair and attempted to look presentable.

"Now, Petunia," she began,"I'm sure you heard in my letters about what happened to James." No, she hadn't, but Petunia nodded nonetheless. Lily pulled out a handkerchief seemingly from midair and began to dab at her eyes. "Yes, it's tragic, so very tragic that I've been left alone, with two children...all alone."

Next to her, Harry scoffed, "It's not like he's dead," he muttered. Lily ignored him in favor of grabbing another sandwich and shoving it into her mouth. Looking at Anthony, Petunia saw that he had never stopped eating and now most of the sandwiches were gone. Petunia stared at Lily, waiting for her to continue, but when she saw her reach for another sandwich, she cleared her throat. Lily looked up at her, snatching her hand back and began dabbing at her eyes again.

"Ah, yes, all alone, with my dear children who I love so much, but...there are two of them and only one of me..." here, she gave a dramatic sigh and fanned herself with the hand not holding the handkerchief,"Life is difficult, so difficult." Judging by the heavy gold necklace around her neck and the diamond earrings in her ears, Petunia didn't think that life could be that difficult. However, she kept that to herself though she noticed Harry roll his eyes. "So!" she said with sudden purpose, standing up. Anthony scrambled to follow suit and began to head to the door. "I was thinking, you only have the one child, and of course, you have Vincent to help you..."

"Vernon," Petunia automatically corrected.

"What? Oh, yes, Vernon, of course. And since you have Vernon to help you and all, I was thinking that you could take Harry off my hands for a while," Lily finished with a flourish.

"What?" Petunia looked for the person who had yelled so that she could tell them that she agreed with their sentiments exactly. Turning, she saw Harry staring at his mother in shock. Clearly, he hadn't been informed of these plans. "What do you mean? When was this decided? I don't even have my clothes, or my books, or-or-or...anything!" he finally forced out. Petunia turned to Lily, still dazed, waiting to hear what she would say.

"Yes, well, I'll send a house elf with your things, I'm sure you'll make do. Oh, and Petunia, you won't be able to send mail to the house anymore as Anthony and I are going on a trip; we'll be gone a few months at the least. And Harry dear, remember to be respectful, pick up after yourself, brush your teeth, all that, ta ta," she said, swinging out the door while sliding her sunglasses over her face. Anthony waved goodbye just as the door slammed shut. And with that, the Red Menaces were gone, leaving a shocked Harry and Petunia, and a still confused and hungry Dudley in their wake.

AN: I want to thank Elfwyn for catching my mistake. I totally wouldn't have gotten that. Or, if I had, it probably would have been really far down the road.