A/N Okay I'm Harry Potter crazy most of the time, but sometimes it'll be a while before the next chappie comes up. So, review on my story, and I'll try to keep the long breaks short. So yeah. Enjoy the story!
Disclaimer: All the characters and stuff that I didn't make belong to JK Rowling.
Intro to the Characters:
Harry James Potter – You know who he is. 14 years old in this story.
David Evans Potter – Harry's little bro, three years younger. Red hair, green eyes, and freckles. Annoys the heck out of Harry most of the time.
Phillip Seng and Paul Lee Black – sons of Sirius Black and Holly Seng Black. Twins, Harry's age, short, with long black hair and brown eyes.
Jared Aaron Lupin – son of Remus J. Lupin and Anne Kinchez Lupin. Tall, with black hair, brown eyes, and light freckles. Plays the Muggle sport "basketball" during his free time. Also 14.
More people from the original books, like the Weaselys, Hermione, etc., are in here, but you all know who they are already (hopefully:)).
"Pleasepleasepleasepleasepl-"
"Harry, you're driving me crazy! The answer is no!" Lily turned to glare at her son.
"But Mum, my other broom is getting all torn up!" Harry pleaded.
"That's your fault! If you and Paul and Phillip wouldn't do such stupid things on your brooms, they wouldn't be like that!"
"Dad has one," Harry argued, changing tactics quickly.
"Your father is playing Quidditch at an International level! We didn't have to pay full price for his!" replied Lily, turning to walk away. Harry moved so that he was in front of her again. "Harry, stop it right now! You are not getting a Firebolt!" She moved past him, successfully avoiding any more arguments.
"Dad, can I-"
"Maybe later," James interrupted. "There's no way you'll get a Firebolt if you keep annoying your mum about it."
Harry groaned and sat down heavily on a soft cushion. He had been begging for a Firebolt since he had seen an ad for it in the Daily Prophet. A lot of creative magic had happened to ask for one, but so far, all his pleas had failed. Already, though, a new plan was forming in his mind.
Opening the door to his parent's room slowly, Harry used his wand to guide the paper where he had written his plea over to where Lily slept. If he had done the magic right, the paper would follow her around until she relented.
Bad plan.
"You are not getting it back until school starts!" Lily shouted, watching Harry poking the invisible barrier hopelessly with his wand. "I have had enough of your projects to drive me crazy, Harry James Potter!" Uh-oh, Harry thought. Full name. She's serious. After an hour of a paper flying through the air after her, Lily had taken Harry's Nimbus 2000 and put up magical walls around it that would zap anyone that touched it with anything other than a wand.
"Tough luck, mate," Paul said, brushing long black hair out of his eyes.
"Want to come to our house for a while?" asked his twin, Phillip. Lily turned to Sirius's boys, her green eyes flashing with anger.
"If I catch Harry on either of your broomsticks, that particular broom will go in the fire along with this one," she threatened.
"We'd never do something like that!" Paul exclaimed, trying to seem innocent, but looking more alarmed than anything else.
"We were just going to give Harry some – comfort over his great loss," Phillip added hastily, bowing low to hide his face. Lily shooed them off, still looking extremely angry.
"Well, at least there's only one more month until school starts," Paul said bracingly as they walked down the street an hour later.
"A whole month!" Harry groaned.
"I told you you shouldn't've bugged Mum so much," David panted, jogging up beside them. Harry pushed him backwards.
"Bug off, David," he snarled. David walked up to him again, and Harry pulled out his wand. "If you don't leave I'm going to-"
"Relax!" exclaimed David. "Mum wanted me to tell you to come home." He rolled his eyes and turned around, infuriating Harry in the way only his eleven-year-old brother could.
"Well, see you tomorrow then," Phillip said. He and Paul started walking towards their house, and Harry turned to return to his home. He took the long way home, and didn't reach the house until nearly 15 minutes later. When he walked in the door, his mother rushed up to him, her face white and scared.
"Oh, Harry!" she exclaimed, throwing herself around his neck. Surprised, Harry looked up at his father, who looked nearly as scared as Lily.
"Um…" He tried to think of something to say that wouldn't sound stupid. "Is something wrong?"
"There's been an attack nearby," James said quietly. "We've had reports that Voldemort is coming this way."
Harry's eyes widened. He had heard of the Dark wizard that was terrorizing the magical world. What if David hadn't been sent when he had? What if. . .
"Mum, Dad, what about Paul and Phillip?" he asked, starting to feel his neck prickling with panic. "We were walking the other way! They were almost twice as far away from their house!"
Lily's eyes darted to James, who tried to stay calm. "They'll be okay," he assured them. "We're not even sure if this was where Voldemort was going to. Most likely, he was heading for one of the bigger towns close to here."
But what if he wasn't? Harry thought. He saw his father swallow, and he knew that the twins were in danger. Tomorrow, whether or not Voldemort had been sighted again, he was going to find out what had happened to them.
The next day, Harry didn't have to wait long to find out about Paul and Phillip. At about 7:00 in the morning, Sirius and Holly burst through the door.
"Are they here?" Holly asked breathlessly. Pale and wide-eyed, Lily shook her head. Holly sank onto the sofa and began to sob. Sirius stood, looking like he was in a dream. He couldn't seem to bring himself back to reality. His two sons were gone.
That scene was all it took for Harry to begin sneaking quietly back up the stairs. Almost silently, he pulled out his wand and turned to where his broomstick was still hanging.
"I can get it out."
Harry jumped. Standing behind him was David. Any other time, Harry would have hexed his little brother right then and there, but if what he said was true. . .
"If you're joking, then you'd better start running now," Harry hissed. David shook his head.
"I'm serious," he whispered. "Mom needed to tell someone how to get it out, or the spell wouldn't have worked."
"Will you get it out for me?" wondered Harry, starting to feel hope rise.
"Can I go with you?"
Harry's hopes plummeted. "David, I need you to stay here. If no one tells Mum where I've gone, she'll think that I've been killed."
For a tense moment, Harry wondered if David would refuse to get it out if he couldn't go along. Every minute, Paul and Phillip were getting farther away. Finally, David's shoulders rose and fell.
"Acesive," he muttered, pointing his own wand at the invisible barrier. As the broom fell into Harry's hands, David gave him a small smile. "Tell Paul and Phillip I said hi."
Harry returned the smile gratefully. "Once things have calmed down and someone notices I'm gone, stall for as long as you can before you tell them where I am," he instructed. He reached out and ruffled his little brother's hair. "Thanks, Davy."
Opening his bedroom window, Harry tucked his wand in his jeans pocket and mounted his broom. Pausing for a moment to close his window, he waved one more time and flew into the night. David returned downstairs without anyone noticing him. Lily was sitting next to Holly, and James and Sirius were now at the table, both silent.
"Harry, go get a glass of-" Lily looked around. "Where's Harry?"
Uh-oh, David thought. His mind raced as he tried to think of something. "Uh, he's in his room. He's kind of upset."
Lily nodded once. "Okay, please go get a glass of water for Holly, David."
David went into the kitchen gladly, wondering how long he was going to be able to stall. As he pulled out a tall glass and filled it with cold water, he struggled to clear his face. Lily was so busy trying to comfort Holly that she didn't notice his expression.
"I'm going to go upstairs," he told his mother. She nodded again.
"Don't bother Harry," she said sternly. David turned and went up the stairs. He felt a little guilty about lying, but he knew that he wouldn't be helping anyone if he told them where Harry really was. He had to trust his brother.