Part one

Pairings: Snarry, Sirius/Remus, James/Lily, Xeno/Regulus(?), Fabian/Gideon, Frank/Alice, Lucius/Narcissa(?)

Warnings: Harry is James's twin, Slash, mild James bashing, Mpreg, AU, OOC, Shy!Ravenclaw!Semi-Angsty!OOC!Harry, Angry!Severus (what else is new), soul bondings

Summary: Harry is the other twin. He is the twin that is overlooked and forced to live in his brother's shadow. He is the twin that, when he is noticed, people tend to compare him to his twin or treat them as one entity. He is the twin that wants to be nothing more than himself, not his twin, it is his only wish. Wishes, though, must never be taken lightly.

Disclaimer: Sadly, I do not own HP, I keep putting it on my wish list, but no one has given it to me.

Fabian and Gideon are two years above Harry, like Fred and George in the books.

Enjoy!

~Early November 1974~

"Hey Potter! Hey! Wait up!" Some Gryffindor fifth year was chasing after like they were friends. They weren't. Oh, he knew who the Gryffindor was alright, it's hard not to identify Gryffindor's star keeper Alan Michaels, they just weren't friends. Alan didn't even know his first name. No, he was friends with the other Potter, the one that got all of the attention and was actually in Gryffindor. Alan was looking for James Potter, not his younger twin Harrison.

Harry turned to the older boy and gave him the blank stare he had developed for situations like these. This wasn't the first time that this had happened, nor would it be the last. "I believe that you are looking for James and not me." His voice was quiet and bored, but there was a hurt undertone that made Alan feel more than a little bad at the mix-up.

The taller boy chuckled nervously, running his fingers through his brown hair. "Err, sorry mate. It's jus' ya look so much like James from behind that I though'…" He trailed off, hoping that Harry would forgive him so he could be on his merry way.

"I know and," It was that part of the confrontation. The part where Harry would try to say what he really thought, but would chicken out at the last moment and forgive the other person without a second thought. "and it's okay. Go find James." Harry didn't spare Alan another glance as he turned back around and continued walking to the Ravenclaw dormitories.

Why did everyone confuse him and James? Sure they looked alike but they were two completely different people in two completely different houses with two completely different personalities. Would it kill the idiots at Hogwarts to actually look at the color of his robes or even his eyes before they assumed that he was James? It would save everyone time and embarrassment. Yeah, they both had messy black hair. Yeah they both had to wear glasses (blame their father). Yeah they had almost identical faces and they were both spectacular at flying, but that was where the similarities ended. Where James had hazel eyes, Harry had Jade green. Where James's hands were calloused from flying, Harry's were soft and littered with dozens of little paper cuts from books and papers. James was loud, brash, handsome, good at Quidditch, and a prankster. He was everything a Gryffindor could ever hope to be. Harry would not fall for the Gryffindor charade though, he knew better. He knew that there was a darker side to James. A side that allowed James and his little sidekicks (okay, Remus was the exception because he had restraint and morals) to viciously attack Slytherins of any age simply because of their house and enjoyed every minute of it. It disgusted Harry. So why did everyone confuse him for that jerk? Harry who always minded his own business, who rarely ever spoke to someone that he didn't know, who was kind to everyone when he did speak to them, who chose to sit and read rather than play Quidditch even though he could easily lead his house to victory. Really, did it sound like he and James were alike in any way?

"You are very distracted, young Harry, perhaps it is because of the swarm of wrakspurts that are flying around your head." Harry didn't need to turn around to know who the deep, misty voice belonged to. It was his oldest and dearest friend, Xenophilius Lovegood. Xeno slipped an arm around Harry shoulders as he appeared at the boy's side. "Tell me, what's on your mind so we can get rid of those nasty little buggers."

Smiling, Harry curled his arm around his blonde friend. "Oh you know, James's fanclub following me thinking that I am my dear sweet brother, the usual." His tone was deceptively light and cheery, but Xeno knew better than to fall for it. Harry was incredibly frustrated with the stupidity of the majority of the student body.

Pale fingers wound their way through dark curls and tugged gently. "Now now, none of that my friend. Let's go to the RoR, order some treacle tart and Butterbeer, and spend the evening with our favorite pair of sixth year lion twins."

Harry smiled. He couldn't say no to a night with his friends.

The quartet ended up spending the entire night in the Room of Requirements. Fabian and Gideon had been waiting for them when Harry and Xeno arrived. How they knew that they were heading up was a mystery, but Harry just assumed that Xeno had planned this meeting with the twins earlier. The twins had brought a crate filled with Butterbeer, Fire whiskey, Bernie Bott's Every Flavor Beans, cauldron cakes, and of course, treacle tarts. The boys at and drank until they fell asleep on the large cushions the room created for them. Inevitably, they had missed dinner, not that they were missed.

It had been two weeks since that evening. Two weeks and Harry had nearly forgotten the mishap with Alan had happened at all. He was smiling and humming a cheerful tune as he walked down a corridor to his charms class.

The day had been going great so far, too great. Harry would be suspicious, should be suspicious, but he was in too good of a mood.

"POTTER!" Someone spat in his direction. And there went his good mood.

Turning around, Harry mentally prepared for the confrontation. The person who yelled had turned out to be a boy, a Slytherin boy by the looks of it. He was about an inch taller than James, with shoulder length oily looking black hair and dark, almost black, eyes. He was giving Harry the meanest glare, which was even more intimidating than it should have been due to his beak-like nose. Harry assumed that if he wasn't scowling so much he would look much more attractive. Mentally shaking his head at the thought, Harry focused back on the boy whose glare had intensified. The Ravenclaw had to suppress the shiver that threatened to run down his spine. Honestly, what was this kid's problem? Why was he so angry?

"Err…do y-you mean me?"

The other boy rolled his eyes. "No you nitwit, my pet snake, of COURSE I mean you!" He said mockingly.

"I'm sorry? Do…do I know you?" Vaguely, Harry noted that more students were surrounding them, obviously waiting for some sort of fight.

"You've only been the biggest pain in my arse since first year! Stop playing dumb!"

"L-listen, I have no idea who you are. I haven't done anything to you, I th-think you're looking for James." Harry stuttered quietly. The kid was really scaring him now and Harry was absolutely certain that the anger wasn't geared towards him, but to James.

The other boy scoffed. "Do you honestly think that I'm going to fall for that?"

Something inside Harry snapped. If this kid and James were supposed enemies then he should have known that James had a twin. This was just ridiculous! Harry glared at him icily. He was planning to yell, to scream, to let out all of his frustration, but before he could get a word out of his mouth, someone else joined the conversation.

"Oi! Snivellus! Whatcha doin' to my brother?" It was –surprisesurprise- James. He walked over from behind Harry and pointed his wand at 'Snivellus'. Harry didn't know whether to be angry or grateful at his brother's intervention; probably somewhere in between.

Snivellus? Who was he again? Oh! Harry had heard that name before! James wouldn't shut up about how he was going to torment the poor boy whenever they were at home. Harry had always assumed that Snivellus (whose real name was actually Severus Snape) was some weak little firsty, definitely not the boy in front of him.

Severus, for his part, hid his shock rather well. Surprise briefly flickered across his face, but was replaced with a fear inducing sneer. "Well Potter, you've managed to wow us again." This was aimed at James. "Well other Potter, it's such a pleasure to meet you, and as much as I would love to chat, I don't because I can bet that you are exactly like your idiot brother, so I have no desire to be near you anymore. Hopefully I will never have to look at your ugly faces for the rest of the year." With that Severus Snape stormed off to his class.

James, for a moment, looked ready to hex Severus. But the look disappeared and he laughed before the other boy was out of earshot and said very loudly: "Ha! The wuss was probably terrified of me and how I was going to kick his ass. That or he's just jealous of my devilishly handsome face. That nose of his is terribly repulsive after all." Everyone could see Severus visibly freeze and then run off faster than before. This made everyone save for Harry laugh.

Never had Harry been so angry before. He was angry at James for his behavior, he didn't need to be 'saved' from Severus and James didn't need to be an asshole about it either. He was angry at the students around him for laughing at Severus. But, even though he was angry at everyone for making fun of the Slytherin, he was very angry at Severus Snape. Where did he get off insulting him like that? How dare he assume that he and James were alike when he didn't even know him! The comment on their looks didn't bother him, he didn't care how he looked and he didn't care how other people thought he looked. Being called 'Other Potter' though, that had set him off. He was not an other anything, he was his own person dammit!

It was official; Harrison Potter did not like Severus Snape at all. He did have to agree with Severus. He would be rather happy if he didn't see the Slytherin for the rest of the year.