I got tired of writing about clones, so I decided to write about twins. This story is related to the legend of Romulus and Remus, the twins who founded Rome. (Well, Romulus actually killed Remus and therefore founded Rome by himself.) But anyway, Remus Lupin has a twin that he never talks about who pays him a surprise visit.

Lupin strolled home from his office at the Ministry of Magic. It was a moonless night, Remus's favorite kind of night. He was looking forward to meeting his friends at the Order of the Phoenix. The Order of the Phoenix was home to Lupin and everyone else trying to rid the world of Voldemort and his followers. Lupin smiled to himself as he remembered that Harry was already there and had not been convicted at his hearing. Mrs. Weasley was also making treacle tart to celebrate- both Harry and Lupin's favorite food. As he thought about this, he realized that he was swinging his arms and humming loudly to himself. Lupin immediately lowered his arms and remained silent. He continued walking and knew that he didn't need to look any more conspicuous than he did already. His tattered maroon wizard robes made him stick out like a sore thumb. This phenomenon occurred especially when he was throttled among the crowd of non-wizard folk who wore suits and ties each morning.

Lost in thought, Lupin rammed into the gate in front of No. 12, Grimmauld Place, the secret headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix. Lupin winced slightly as he said the password and walked inside. He heard loud, booming laughter and then a voice that sounded slightly familiar pounded against his eardrums. No, it couldn't be, he thought to himself as he sprinted into the kitchen to find a man who looked exactly like Remus, that is, considering Remus had brand- new, shiny royal purple robes and a smile so white it was bright enough to stun someone. Lupin gasped and tried to back away- no run away, but unfortunately, the man who resembled

Remus noticed.

"Remus!" he boomed as he rushed to greet him. Remus winced again as the man gripped him tightly and shoved him further into the kitchen where the rest of the Order was. The laughter abruptly ended and soon everyone in the room was silent and staring at Remus. The first one to regain his composure was Mad-Eye Moody as he pulled out his wand and held it up to Remus's neck. "Tell me who you are or so help me I will make you tell!" he growled. Remus tried to speak but the man who resembled him said, "Oh, Mad-Eye, this is no impostor of Remus! Actually, the real impostor is I, Romulus, Remus's twin brother!"

Moody stared. "Remus has… a brother?" he inquired softly.

"Why yes, he does!" Romulus energetically responded. "And you're looking right at him, me!" he cheerfully repeated.

"So… you're Romulus, and Remus is your twin? Remus never mentioned you." Hermione, huddled together with the rest of the Order, said.

"Oh…" said Romulus, "Remus, why didn't you tell them about me?" he whined, sounding truly hurt.

"Oh…umm…." Remus stammered. "Romulus, I need to talk to you in private." "Of course!" Romulus confidently responded, "Well, it was nice to meet everyone, but Remus and I need to talk for a while." Romulus exited the kitchen as Remus followed. As they reached a spot far enough away so no one could hear them, Remus hissed, "What are you doing here? Don't you know there is a reason why I never mentioned you?"

"Oh, relax, Remus." Romulus answered. "There's no reason to get so upset. I just decided to pay you a visit. I haven't seen you in years."

"There's a reason for that too."

"Okay, fine. I only came here to ask you about something."

"What?"

"Well, it's a subject you would know a lot about, considering you taught about it, and you do have that 'special' condition…"

"You're not talking about werewolves, are you?" Remus gasped, remembering that horrible day when Greyback, the worst werewolf who ever lived, bit him, turning Lupin into a werewolf just as terrible on each night of a full moon.

"Of course I'm talking about werewolves!" Romulus snapped. "I want to know what werewolves are like when they are under the full moon! How much control do they have over themselves, and how much do they destroy? The person I'm working for needs to know."

"Who are you working for?" Remus asked suspiciously.

"No one in particular. He's just going to help me create a utopia of simply wizards and witches, no muggles. Just like the good old days, eh, Lupin? You can join me if you just answer my questions."

Lupin gaped at Romulus in horror. "A world without muggles? You can't be working for Voldemort!"

"Oh but I am. And if you don't join me, you'll be the first to die." Romulus stated, a grim smile creeping up his face. He pulled out his wand and quickly cast a charm around them to prevent the Order from hearing. Then he yelled, "Remus, I challenge you to a duel!"

"I didn't know you were even noble enough to let me fight!" Remus snarled, whipping out his wand. Just as Lupin was about to utter a curse, Romulus pointed his wand at Remus and shouted "Petrificus totalus!" Remus froze and fell to the floor. "Poor Remus, of course I'm not noble enough to let you fight. It's been that way since we were children."

He grinned wickedly to himself and magically changed into his brother's robes as his purple robes were switched onto his brother. Romulus also waved his wand to get rid of the charm that he had placed earlier and confidently strode toward the kitchen where everyone was waiting, dragging Remus on the floor. He couldn't leave yet since his mission was incomplete. He still needed to know more about werewolves before Voldemort released Greyback when he was in werewolf form.

They didn't know what exactly Greyback would do; if he had no control over himself, would he even attack the enemy? Or would he attack his allies? Although Romulus wasn't scared of much, he was certainly terrified of werewolves. Romulus groaned at the thought of having to interrogate another werewolf he knew was living at the Order of the Phoenix. Bill Weasley was also bitten by Greyback and if Romulus was trusted enough by Bill, he might tell Romulus more about being a werewolf. At least, more than what his incompetent little brother said.

Finally, Romulus reached the kitchen.