before you read this i would like to say thank you for choosing this story. i know i haven't updated my other ones but the new chapters are still being written. i'm also working on a collaboration fanfic with my friends. you will see some updates soon i hope. also i'd like to say there is (as is common in my fanfics) a few gay pairings. if this makes you feel uncomfortable than don't read. please enjoy. oh one last thing

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He moved like a dancing flame, casting away the shadows that so resembled his ebony hair. His glowing emerald eyes darted from one opponent to another, filled with a deadly promise to all those that dared to oppose him. The sword in his hand moved with the youth as if it was part of him. None of adolescent's opponents could lay a hand upon him. He was perfect. He was a weapon with no seeming weakness. And that was how he preferred it to be. It was all he knew.

The boy struck down yet another opponent, stealing yet another life. Blood covered his shirt, hands and sword. Checking to make sure no others were going to attack him, he zipped up his hoody, put on his gloves and hid away his sword, covering any trace that he had the evidence of blood on him. With that taken care of he slipped out of the alley way and joined the crowd of people heading home after a long day.

London was a large and busy city that would be easy to get lost in if one did not know where they were going but he knew exactly where he needed to go. He walked, lost in the crowd, until he reached a more suburban area of the city. Carefully the teen read the house numbers till he finally reached the two houses where one read eleven and the other read thirteen.

Cautiously he glanced around, making sure none were watching him before he drew some glowing runes in the air right between the two houses. When finished, the spell shot forward, and ran into seemingly nothing before revealing another house lying between number eleven and thirteen. Confidently he strode forward with a laid back pace toward the door of the previously non-existant house number twelve. Finally it was time to reveal his self after being perceived dead for the past fourteen hellish years he had truly been alive. He smirked and rang the doorbell to the house. Inside he made out the screaming and yelling of various people. One yelling at another to close the curtains that covered some portrait, 'while another yelled at someone to go see who was at the door, yet another voice could be heard yelling obscenities. Patiently the youth waited until the swung open to reveal an exasperated red-headed woman with an apron on. At first she seemed annoyed but that quickly changed to shock as she took in the young boy's appearance

"H-harry?" she asked still in shock. The teen grinned mischievously.

"Sorry. Wrong person, Ma'am. May I come in?" he asked politely.

She stood there stunned until a voice from inside called her.

"Who is it, Molly?"

Starting, Molly ushered the adolescent inside.

"Call Harry down, Arthur, and get everyone into the kitchen!" she answered back. She turned to the teenager taking in his appearance as he observed the room he had been ushered into with a ghost of a smile.

He looked very much like Harry at first glance but Molly quickly noticed that the boy's hair was far longer, extending down to reach his waist despite it being done into a braid. He also did not wear glasses, making his bright green eyes stand out all the more. He also wore a black hoody, where his hands were currently in the pockets of. The pants he wore were also something Harry would never be seen wearing. They were tight, leathery, black, and had more belts on them than were needed. His shoes were also black leather with a great deal of belt décor and were steel-toed, giving them a heavy and intimidating look.

The juvenile turned his head towards Molly.

"Sorry it seems I haven't introduced myself. You probably know already who I am but I go by a new name now. I'm Syn Fluorite." He said casually. "Might I inquire your name?"

"Molly Weasley." she answered softly as a man with red hair walked in.

"Molly, everyone is in the kitchen."

"Thank you Arthur. I'll be right there with our guest in a minute." She stated as she stood between her husband and said "guest", so that Arthur did not get a good look at him. Arthur nodded and returned to the kitchen. Turning around, Molly spoke to Syn. "Please follow me. I suspect Harry is the real reason you are here, correct?"

Syn nodded and followed the woman to the kitchen. As they stepped in the chattering in the room ceased. Everyone stared at the youth, each with surprise etched on every one of their faces.

"What the bloody hell, Harry! He looks like you!"

"A-Abaddon?"

The silence was broken. Everyone started talking even louder than before, some hurling questions at the youth, some yelling at one another over who the newcomer was, others still too stunned to say anything at all, but the teenager's eyes remained on only his look-alike's face, gauging that his counterpart was among those too stunned for words. Like a predator, the adolescent stepped leisurely forward, a, now redundant, smile still on his face. He stopped in front of the one he had truly come to see.

"Hello, Harry. Surprised to see your twin brother after nearly fourteen years?" he said smirking. The rest of the room fell into shocked silence yet again.

ok. i know i just posted at the top but i'd like to point out something to those that may have caught on in this chapter. this does referance a crossover with the Tsubasa Chronicle manga series. Syn is Fai's adoptive son. (hint hint). this won't be directly crossed over though. maybe in the future (and in a differant fanfic) but not rightnow. thanks for reading. and please review or alert me. they make me happy and more likely to write a new chapter faster despite my impending final exams. XP bye!