I just felt like writing this. It's a mix of twins! Harry and necromancy and a book called "The Bone Doll's Twin" which is really quite good, but I don't happen to own the rights too. Nor do I own the rights to Harry Potter, though I have royally screwed up the plot line.
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"How could you do that to my Brother?" whispers a young girl, bottle green eyes broken as she stares at the man she looked up to her entire life.
Her Brother flickers at the edge of her vision, an avenging demon.
"I did what I had too, to protect you, my dear. Surely you can see that."
"Protect me? So I could be mentally broken, scarred, and tortured for my entire life? I hate you, Dumbledore."
Brother sneers and steps toward Dumbledore, lank black hair floating around a gaunt, dead face. Dumbledore does not see him.
"Azraeli, my dear, it was for the greater good!"
Azraeli screams, a primal spine-shivering sound. Brother looks at her with something akin to concern.
She stops, panting, letting her own dull black hair fall around face, hiding blood-shot eyes. "Look at what I've become! LOOK AT ME!"
Dumbledore averts his eyes.
"LOOK AT WHAT YOU'VE MADE ME! AT LEAST SEE WHAT YOUR HANDIWORK HAS WROUGHT, YOU OLD FOOL! OH, IF ONLY YOU COULD SEE MY BROTHER!"
Dumbledore still does not look at the haggard girl, bones showing through her threadbare robe.
Azraeli laughs harshly, maniacally. "Tell me Brother's name. His given name. That and your death will set all ills right again."
Dumbledore sighs; he has no choice, "Athanasius Aryan Potter, just as you are Azraeli Varna Potter. You were originally supposed to be Harry James Potter and Sarrah Rosa Potter, but Lily changed your names when she heard the plan to keep you safe. I never understood why."
Athanasius, otherwise known as Brother, pantomimes cutting off Dumbledore's head for Azraeli's enjoyment.
Azraeli smiles like someone with no morals and nothing left to lose. Cold and cruel, with evil lurking within those green depths. "Mother knows best. Which is why she threw herself from the highest tower when I went to Hogwarts for my first year."
Azraeli takes out a stained athame and starts cutting into a chained Dumbledore.
"With your blood, I restore my Brother, resurrect my Mother, and redeem Myself. As my will, and the gods' acceptance and blessing, so mote it be.
"By this sacrifice, I reinstate the future that should have been, yet was not due to this abomination against life. Immortal Death, I call you; Purest Flower, I beseech you; Help of God, I give you strength."
Dumbledore dies with one last thought running through his mind, 'Necromancy…what have I done?'
A flash of black light and everything succumbs to darkness.
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"That, my children is what could have been. What Dumbledore had wanted."
An innocent Azraeli tugs on Lily's skirt while Athanasius frowns.
"Mummy, why can't the bad man see me?"
Lily pets her son. "You were dead, Thanny. Only Az could see you."
Azraeli looks wide-eyed at her brother. "What about you, Mummy?"
"I went mad, and then I died, darling."
"What about Daddy?"
Lily's delicate hands crush the flower she was picking. "Where did you hear that word, Azraeli?"
Azraeli cowers in shame. "One of the common boys was teasing us about not having one."
Lily gathers the twins into her arms, breathing in their mingled scents. "You have no Father. Your sire would rather have had Dumbledore's vision come true. But you don't need to worry about him"
Lily smiles as she fingers the necklace made of finger bones underneath her blouse. 'Seeker's hands. Nothing like them in the world…'
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Creepy, ne? This thought came to me in the middle of the night and I just had to write it. If I get a good enough response, I might continue it.