While I enjoy the whole, 'Harry has a twin brother that lived' I am quite enthralled by the line 'The Boy-Who-Died'. And so, this is where this little beauty came from. I do not own Harry Potter. The first paragraph came directly from Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone, I forget which page.
"But why couldn't Quirrell touch me?"
"Your mother died to save you. If there is one thing Voldemort cannot understand, it is love. He didn't realize that love as powerful as your mother's for her sons leaves its own mark. Not a scar, not a visible sign…to have been loved so deeply, even though the person who loved us is gone, will give us some protection forever. It is in your very skin. Quirrell, full of hatred, greed, ambition, sharing his soul with Voldemort, could not touch you for this reason. It was agony to touch a person marked by something so good." Dumbledore began to study a bird outside while Harry wiped his eyes.
"Sir, I couldn't help but notice. But you said that my mother loved her sons. I think you made a mistake." he picked at his blanket, ashamed to have called Dumbledore on this.
"No Harry, I didn't make a mistake. It isn't well known, your parents having gone into hiding before you were born, but Lily and James gave birth to two sons on July 31, 1980." He let this soak in.
"But then, sir, what happened to my brother?" Harry asked, bewildered. He had a brother!
"I can only speculate, but I believe that Voldemort turned on you first, planning to rid the world of both Potter twins. But alas, we know what happened there. But when we pulled you from the rubble, we had to remove a burning piece of wood from atop your brother, he'd seemed to not be in the crib with you, instead held in your mother's arms." Harry tried to blink back more tears.
"Then, he died too, from being burned?" Harry whispered.
"I am afraid so m'boy." Dumbledore looked truly sorrowful. "He was still alive when we found him, he had quite a set of lungs, but he died later that hour, his small body couldn't handle the burns." He bowed his head to allow the boy to take everything in.
"So, so…" he faltered. He fell silent for a moment. "Sir, w-what was his name?" Dumbledore smiled kindly at him.
"Michael Charlus Potter."
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