The Missing Twin
So, I don't own Harry Potter, no matter how awesome that would be.
Summary: Everyone knew about the-Boy-Who-Lived, but very few knew about his twin brother, who disappeared the night Voldemort came for a visit.
It was a cold night. That was the first thing Mrs. Cole had noticed when she stepped out into the night of the last night of October. It was cold out, and Mrs. Cole had no fond of it, especially since she had been called out here by one of the younger caretakers, who was Miss. Costa.
It didn't take long for Mrs. Cole to find Miss. Costa, who was cradling a baby wrapped up in a blue baby blanket. Strands of wild brown hair stuck out of the hole where the baby's face was.
"Bring him in quickly, Maria," Mrs. Cole said to the girl, who simply nodded and followed the older woman in.
The boy had no source of identification on him other than a slip of paper that gave his birthdate and the name "E. Evans."
"What could the E. stand for?" another caretaker, Mrs. Jones, said as she looked at the unusual form of paper.
"How about Elio?" Miss. Costa questioned with a slight shrug. "It's my father's name." She was holding the now awake baby, revealing hazel green eyes. He was playing with the stuffed wolf that had been found with him, it clearly was a favorite of his.
Mrs. Cole lightly frowned but nodded as she looked down at the year old child, who looked up at her in response.
It didn't take long for Elio Evans to find a permanent family. He was adopted by the Roux family, a young couple who were unable to have children of their own. They knew as much as the staff at Wool's Orphanage did about the little-abandoned boy who had mysteriously shown up on Hallowe'en night of 1981.
"The only thing we know about Elio is his surname and birthdate," Mrs. Cole admitted to Felix and Iris Roux.
It didn't take long for the Roux family to leave with Elio, just like how it had been for the boy to be dropped off near the garbage cans a few feet away from the orphanage doors.
No one would know anything about the little boy for several years. They wouldn't know that his birth parents were named James and Lily Potter, or that they had murdered not long before their son was found. They wouldn't know that his name had actually been Evan Sirius Potter. They wouldn't know that he was the elder twin brother of Harry James Potter, the Boy-Who-Lived.
Should I continue?
