A Potter for Each
Summary: WBWL, After believing his brother to be dead for three years Alex discovers that his twin Harry is in fact alive and a deatheater. When Harry unwillingly answers his question of why how will the supposed Boy Who Lived react, has the world's actions come back to kill them all? Dark!Harry
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Prolog: The Other Potter
Seventeen year old Alexander Charles Potter stands in shock just inside the forbidden forest. His once short clean crimson hair now dirty and reaching just below his shoulders. His bangs once cut parted to show the lightning bolt scar on his forehead strategically shuffled to hide the once proud blemish from view. His hazel eyes, the only thing besides his strong masculine build that he got from his father in terms of looks, were wide as he realizes just who the Dark Lord had decided would escort him to where they were meeting. Unable to say a word, this was probably for the best in this situation anyway due to the sheerness of how utterly wrong this felt, he watches the figure in front of him.
Hands go up and hood gracefully falls back revealing a boy Alex's complete opposite. Short, thin, and feminine the boy looked as Alex would have expected his father to if he were a bust-less girl. Raven black hair fell to his waist trapped in a braid, bangs swept to the side framing his face and showing the matching lightning bolt scar on his forehead. The killing curse colored eyes meeting Alex's shocked hazel filled with amused hatred.
"Hello brother."
I finally blink as I see my younger twin brother for the first time in three years, my voice cracking as I voice the only thing my mind can focus on at the moment.
"Why Harry?" The deatheater that has replaces my little brother smirks at me and I can taste vomit in my mouth thinking of how little of the innocent 14 year old Harry had been back then was left in this now 17 year old version before me. Tears threaten to spill from my eyes at the loss of the boy I hadn't realized the importance of until I had thought him gone forever.
"So its Harry now is it? A little late for that isn't it?" The imposter, for surely the boy in front of me right now couldn't be Harrison James Potter, sneers at me with a cold cruel voice that doesn't sound a bit like the sweet quiet one my twin had possessed.
"Come on, my Lord doesn't like being kept waiting." He turns to go deeper into the forest but is stopped when I grab his wrist, needing to know why Harry had felt the need to turn dark. Why he had disappeared at the end of our fourth year without a trace. Why he hadn't expected him to call him Harry. It was a mistake; strong occlumency shields, distance, and 3 years apart may have dimmed our bond from weak to nonexistent but it had also allowed me to sugarcoat the past into an illusion of perfection.
Perfection that was ripped apart in the form of raw memories flooding into my mind.
Transparent and unsolid as if I were trapped in a pensive I watch the untainted truth of our past plays out before me…
… Each memory hurting me more than the last now that I've gone so long without my other half…