A/N: Against my better judgment, I have decided to write a harry-twin wrong bwl story. It's against said judgment due to the fact that I have, like, six stories going right now. So don't judge me, I got bored.
Heir of Darkness
§ = Parseltongue
Chapter One
"Are you sure you don't mind watching the twins, Peter?" Lily Potter asked.
"I'm sure I don't mind, Lily. I always enjoy looking after little Harry and little Teddy. I consider this to be time for me to bond with the kids," Peter Pettigrew lied through his teeth.
"Ok. We will fill you in on the meeting when we return. We won't be back for a couple hours." James Potter said, practically dragging his wife to the floo, "We need to hurry, Lils, or we'll be late!"
"Ok, ok! I'm coming! Bye, Peter. Take good care of my children or so help me I will castrate you into the next century. But, that won't happen since you will take great care of them. Well, bye!" Lily finished cheerfully as she turned around and entered the floo. She left, not noticing Peter's pale face and hands protectively guarding his genitalia.
"Bye, Lily," he muttered.
After five minutes, he decided to ward the floo off so nobody would wander through at an inopportune time. After the floo was warded he rushed to the front door and cast a tempus. Seeing that it was 9:56 p.m., he walked out the door and waited for his lord and master.
Less than five minutes later, he heard a hissed, "Wormtail."
Peter squeaked and turned around, looking at the intimidating figure in front of him. He got on his knees and kissed the hem of the man's robes stuttering, "M-my Lord."
"Well?" the person snapped, "Tell me the location already so I can kill the brat."
"Oh, uh, the P-Potters are in G-Godric's Hollow."
The red eyed figure grinned maliciously as he shoved past Peter, leaving him cowering behind the man. A small house had appeared in front of the red eyed man, seemingly out of nowhere. "Good job, Wormtail. You are dismissed. I can handle it from here."
Noticing that it wasn't a request, Wormtail quickly apparated away before the man got irritated with him.
The figure smirked, he knew his servant was a coward, but he didn't care at the moment, because he had finally reached his goal to obtain ultimate victory. He lazily flicked his wand, blasting the front door open. Cries could be heard from upstairs. He strode through the door and calmly walked up the stairs, relishing the moment that he worked so hard to obtain. As he reached the top, he went to the last bedroom on the right, wherein laid two cribs, one brown and one blue. He continued forward, looking into the two cribs. He sneered at the babe in the brown crib, the one that was bawling like a newborn. The baby was chubby with chocolate brown eyes and a tuft of brown hair on the top of his head. He looked in the blue crib and his sneer turned into a look of curiosity. Inside the crib lay another child. This child, however, was skinny, almost too skinny, and had piercing green eyes and messy black hair. The babe was staring at the man with a nearly blank expression. There was no fear. Only curiosity. The man realized the child was curious as to what he was doing. The man turned to the other child and closed his eyes for a minute, activating his mage sight. When he opened his eyes, he saw a faint glow emanating from the child, he was emanating a small, light-filled aura that all average wizards have as children. He scoffed, as if an average wizard could defeat him. No, he wasn't the child of the prophecy. He turned his head to look at the other babe before pulling his head back in shock. The child in the blue crib was engulfed in a pitch black aura, emanating so powerfully that, now that he was paying attention, the man could actually feel the boy's magic in the air. He had to admit, he embraced the feeling. It gave off almost the same feeling that he got when he was torturing muggles with dark magic. It was… exhilarating. He closed his eyes once again, this time deactivating his mage sight. Yes, he thought to himself, he is the child of the prophecy, the only one that could possibly stand a chance of defeating the greatest dark lord to ever live, Lord Voldemort! He cackled out loud as he pointed his wand at the child. He looked down at the crib and saw the initials H.J.P. elegantly carved into the wooden surface. He then looked back at the child. "Hmm, if only you would side with me in this war. Then the dark would be unstoppable! With my knowledge and power, and your own personal power, we alone could assure that the dark would win this pathetic war, putting down the light's resistance once and for all. But, alas, unfortunately you are the child of a light family, and as such, you would no doubt side with your pathetic blood-traitor parents and the old coot. No hard feelings, though, as its nothing personal." As he stared into the child's eyes, he saw a brief emotion flash through them. Acceptance. He was accepting his fate. That was something that even the Dark Lord could respect. It was right then and there that he decided that the child would die painlessly, as it was not his fault that he was the child of the prophecy and that his parents were opposing him. He pointed his wand at the boy's forehead and muttered the incantation almost inaudibly. "Avada Kedavra." There was a flash of green before it momentarily disappeared. Voldemort was shocked. He stared at the baby as an aura of darkness swathed around him, protecting him from one of the darkest curses in existence. He stared in wonder as the shadows twisted the curse and redirected it. Unfortunately, his reflexes were too slow, and the curse slammed into him, ripping into his already heavily mutated body. There was pain like he had never experienced, this continued for a few moments until the pain disappeared. He knew why he hadn't died and why he didn't lose his body. It was because the Killing Curse targets one's soul. He knew he only survived because of his horcruxes. He was also aware that he was, at the moment, extremely weak and vulnerable. He quickly grabbed his wand and fled the house as fast as possible, leaving a partially destroyed room, an unconscious baby, and a wailing baby behind. Unknown to him, he also left behind a part of his own soul. He had created a horcrux out of the child he had meant to kill. As he fled, part of the ceiling collapsed, dropping a large amount of wood onto the ground. One of the pieces of wood, however, was slightly off course compared to the others, and landed next to the brown eyed baby, giving him an 'S' shaped scar on his right cheek. This caused the baby to wail even more than before. Meanwhile, the other babe lay passed out on the ground, having fallen out of his crib. He had a much less noticeable scar, which was hidden behind his raven locks, shaped as a lightning bolt. At the same time, the man was slowly fleeing through the forest, not having enough strength to travel magically. He then decided that he would need to lay low for a while so he could gain his strength back. Unfortunately for him, it would take several years before he would be back at full strength again. Something that he happened to know.
About thirty minutes later, around twenty pops were heard right outside the Potter residence. Among the twenty people were the two Potter parents, who both swiftly ran into the house, screaming and crying frantically about their children. The rest of the people followed at a more sedate pace, other than the leader. The leader, Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore, was practically flying up the stairs, following the Potter parents. Upon reaching the babies' room, the Potter parents rushed forward picking up their children. Lily pick up Harry and James picked up Teddy. Neither of them realized that the headmaster of Hogwart's School of Witchcraft and Wizardry had followed them so quickly until he asked, "May I see Teddy, James?"
James reluctantly handed Teddy over to Dumbledore who inspected the boy. After a few minutes of casting spells to detect harm, Dumbledore beamed. He cleared his throat, and loudly announced, "Ladies and gentlemen, I give you, Teddy Potter, the Boy-Who-Lived and the Defeater of Voldemort!"
His exclamation was met by loud whoops from the assembled people. As he handed Teddy back to James, he said, "Yes, yes, I know you're all happy, and we have a right to be! Today, on Halloween night, our own Teddy Potter defeated the Dark Lord!" Another round of whoops came out. After about thirty seconds, he held his hand up and calmly announced, "Unfortunately, I do not believe that Voldemort is truly gone. That is why we must train Teddy and prepare him to fight him in the future!" The crowd's reaction was to be expected, glum and confused.
"What do you mean he's not truly gone? Our Teddy defeated him, right?" James inquired, worried about his son.
"I mean he is not truly gone. While it is true that Teddy defeated him, Voldemort is not dead. That much is obvious by the lack of a body and his wand. No, I believe he is currently in an extremely weakened state, and that it will take him years before he can fully recover. So, that is why we must use these upcoming years to train him to the best of our abilities. We must train him, as our future rests on his shoulders." Dumbledore proclaimed.
After a few more minutes of chatting and Order members cooing at baby Teddy, Dumbledore pulled James and Lily, who had set Harry back down in his crib without even checking to see if he was hurt after Dumbledore's announcement, aside and requested to speak with them. "What can we do for you, Professor?" James asked, giddy about the war being over for the time being.
"This is about Harry. I don't know how to put it lightly, but I believe it would be in everyone's best interest if Harry is raised elsewhere, as Teddy will need your full attention and all the support you could provide. If I am correct, Lily, you have a sister who is a muggle? Yes? And what are your thoughts on this?" He questioned.
Lily and James exchanged glances before Lily sighed, "We were thinking along the same lines. Harry would just be in the way and would be jealous of Teddy and his fame and training. And yes, I have a muggle sister."
"Excellent!" Dumbledore beamed. "Then I believe it would be best if we left young Harry with your sister, and reintroduce him to the Wizarding world when it's time for him to go to Hogwart's. It would be good for him to grow up away from Teddy. He would just end up growing jealous and bitter, emotions that cause one to resort to the dark arts. It is for the best that we give him to your sister. At any rate, he would only serve to hold Teddy back from his true potential, something that cannot happen," he warned.
James and Lily once again exchanged looks and nodded towards the headmaster, whom they had so much trust and confidence in. Dumbledore beamed and said, "I will take him to her tonight. I will also put up blood wards to keep him safe from any of Voldemort's remaining followers who will seek retribution on Teddy through Harry. Now, if you'll excuse me, I must get going, and I must take Harry with me, because, before long, it will be midnight, and your sister's family will be asleep."
James went and picked up Harry before handing him over to Dumbledore, who quickly healed Harry's wounds. He proceeded to say his goodbyes before he walked out of the house and apparated to a boring neighborhood miles away.
(A/N: I've become a firm believer in keeping chapters as long as possible, so forgive me for the time skips.)
Four years later…
"BOY! Get in here and cook me breakfast!" Vernon Dursley roared. This caused five year old Harry James Potter to jolt awake and quickly stumble out of his room… err… cupboard. He rushed into the kitchen and opened the fridge to get out the eggs. As he leaned in, Vernon slammed the refrigerator shut on him, breaking three of his ribs. "On second thought, you worthless brat, its high time I took you to an orphanage! Your parents didn't love you! So we definitely don't love you! We didn't even want you here in the first place!" Before Harry could protest, Vernon grabbed his arm and roughly pulled him out of the house and pushed him into the car. He sped away as fast as the speed limit would allow and went to the nearest orphanage, which happened to be over fifty miles away. During the ride, Harry was sobbing. What his uncle said had hurt him bad. He knew his parents didn't love him. Why else would they dump him with muggles. Oh yes, he was fully aware of magic. In fact, he remembered that night so long ago perfectly. He didn't hear his parent's reasoning behind sending him away, but understood enough to know that he was not wanted. Every day since that night, Harry had had nonstop nightmares. Not about the attack. No. He had nightmares of his parents willingly putting him with terrible muggles. Over the past four years, Harry had grown to hate muggles with his very being. At times he just wished he could slaughter all of them at once. He continued this train of thought for a while.
An hour later, Harry was pushed onto the steps of a muggle orphanage as his uncle sped away. Harry turned around and calmly walked to the turn, not even minding the pain his ribs were causing him. He'd broken them so many times that he hardly even noticed anymore. As he walked inside, he was met by a stern looking woman. "My name is Matilda. What do you want kid?" She snapped.
"I-I'm Harry Potter, and I'm an orphan," he muttered, unenthusiastically.
Matilda grimaced, "Great, another brat to take care of. Take your stuff upstairs and choose an empty room. Then come back down here, it's almost time for lunch and you need to get acquainted with your fellow orphans."
Harry did as he was told. When he met his 'fellow orphans', he immediately knew that he was in some deep shit.
Two years later…
"§ What do you think, Kyrk? Ssshould I run away? Or ssshould I wait for sssome miracle to happen? §" Harry hissed to the resident Black Mamba. Kyrk, the Black Mamba, was smuggled into the country illegally. Unfortunately for the snake handler, Kyrk was deadly fast, and quickly killed the man.
Harry was currently in conversation with three snakes, a Black Mamba, a King Cobra, and a Mystic Viper. Harry, Kyrk, Steve― the King Cobra―, and Slitain― the mysterious magical species of serpents that was on the brink of extinction, the Mystic Viper― were all relaxing in the shadows of an overgrown tree, hiding them all from view. Harry had known about his Parseltongue ability since he was two and was thrown into a snake pit by his drunken uncle.
"§ I do not know, Harry, jussst know that whatever you do, I'm with you. §" Kyrk hissed back. Harry allowed himself a small smile, the resident serpents had been so kind and had become so loyal to him, that Harry would never consider doing anything major without asking their thoughts.
"§ That warmsss my blackened heart, Kyrk. I thank you for your companionssship. You too, Sssteve. And you, Ssslitain. What is your opinion, Sssteve? §"
"§ The sssame as Kyrk'sss. If you go sssomewhere, then I'm coming with you. §"
"§ And yoursss, Ssslitain? §"
The Mystic Viper twisted its head from its spot on Harry's knee and looked him in the eye. "§ You know that I am with you, Harry. Asss the lassst of my kind, I am alone. I do not wisssh to be alone anymore. When you came along, you gave me hope. Ssso I will alwaysss be by your ssside. §"
Harry smiled, "§ Oh, come now, Ssslitain. You know that asss sssoon asss I once again have accessssss to the magical world that I will do endlessssss resssearch in order to figure out how Sssalazar Ssslytherin created your kind. That assside, though, I'm happy you three will ssstick with me. After all, I have no family to go to. §" His last words were tinged with sadness, until it changed to anger, "§ I will do anything to get my revenge on them! §"
Unknown to Harry and his serpentine friends, they were being watched. The owner of the glowing crimson eyes could not hide his shock. The boy was a Parselmouth? Better yet, the boy wanted revenge on his family. Maybe the boy would side with him. After all, once he finds out the reason why he was abandoned, he'd hate his family even more and would want nothing more than to see them dead. Coming to an abrupt change of plan, Voldemort hissed loud enough for Harry and his serpentine friends to hear, "§ Ahh, revenge againssst your family, young Harry? I can't blame you. After all, they left you sssimply becaussse they assssssumed you would be jealousss of your, ssseeing asss he isss now known asss, the Boy-Who-Lived, the only known sssurvivor of the Killing Curssse. But we both know better than that. We both know it wasss you I intended to hit. In fact, I'm willing to bet you remember everything I sssaid to you that night. Am I right? §"
Harry spun around so fast he was nearly given whiplash. Once he saw who had spoken, he was shocked. But after his shock, his eyes took on the glint of curiosity they held on that night so long ago. "§ Ssso, we meet again. You are, of courssse, right. But I'm sssure you already knew that. §"
"§ Of courssse I did, I wasss sssimply tesssting you. §"
"§ Isss that ssso? Anywaysss, what do you mean they think he sssurvived the Killing Curssse!? §" Harry hissed, enraged.
"§ I mean, you were given up ssso your parentsss could focusss on your twin sssince they believe he sssurvived the Killing Curssse. §" Voldemort paused. "§ Now, unlessssss I'm missstaken, you sssaid you would do anything to get revenge on your family? If ssso, I have a proposssal for you… §"
A/N: Aaaaanndd… end scene. Lol. Well, hope you enjoyed it. Just thought I'd play with new ideas. And for those of you who are irritated and waiting on my other stories, I already have them all written out, I just don't want to type them.