The Other Boy Who Lived

I got a review! Thank you Yana5. In answer to your question, they did what they did…well, I explain later.

Here's the next chapter. And I still don't own the charachters

The fight started like all the fights had in the past week. Draco said some things, Harry got mad, someone screamed 'FIGHT!', and the whole school crowded around the two boys. This one had started just the same. This one had escalated to the point that the two of them were now yelling about each other's families.

"Look, Potter. Just because my father's in jail doesn't mean I don't have power. At least my father's still alive! And my mother, too! And if I had a godfather, he'd still be alive, too! You've got nothing, Potter."

"Shove off, Malfoy."

"See? Nothing. Not even a good come back. All you have is 'Shove off, Malfoy'. Ha!"

Harry punched Draco in his face. Blood oozed from his nose.

"Damnit, Potter! You'll pay for this."

"I won't pay you anything. And you're father isn't half the man my father was."

"I'll get you for that, Potter." He said, holding his nose so the blood would stop. "Mark my words."

"Here I am, Malfoy. Come get me."

Draco lunged at Harry. He caught him around the waist and tackled him into the grass.

Professor Snape, who was coming to get the two of them in the first place, saw the fight and came running. He pushed his way through the crowd and grabbed Draco off of Harry.

"Potter? Malfoy? What is going on here?"

"He started it!" Harry, who's nose was now bloody, yelled.

"Somehow I doubt that, Potter. 20 points from Gryffindor for fighting."

"But…"

"No. This is the third time this week."

"It's a good thing you showed up, Professor." Draco said. "Potter was going to pummel me into the ground."

"Quiet, Mr. Malfoy."

Harry glared at the Professor.

"The Headmaster would like to see both of you in his office. Now."

The two 16 year olds walked to Professor Dumbledore's office. Each muttering what he was going to do to the other.

When they got there, Harry said the password and the statue jumped aside. The went up the stairs and Professor Dumbledore was at his desk.

"You wanted to see us, Professor?" Harry asked.

Professor Dumbledore looked at them over his glasses.

"Fighting again, boys?"

"He started it." Draco said.

"He made fun of me for all my family being dead. And for being raised by Muggles."

Dumbledore sat calmly.

"Mr. Malfoy? You know better than this. This is the third time this week that the two of you have been up here. I am starting to feel like I'm talking to two five year olds instead of two 16 year olds."

"Is this what you wanted to talk to us about?"

"No."

"Professor Snape said you wanted to talk to us?"

"Yes. Well, Harry? Remember last year when I said the prophecy could either have been you or Mr. Longbottom?"

"Yes." Harry said slowly. "I remember. Why?"

"Well, he might have miscalculated. We aren't sure. He very well could have been right, but it seems that there was another person who should have died…"

"What? What does that mean?"

"Harry? You have a twin."

Sorry for the cliffhanger. And if it's too short. I'll try to put a little more into the next chapter.

Peace!