The Liesmith Twins

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Chapter 2

"Yer both wizards."

Harry and Fray stood stunned before Hagrid, groundskeeper of Hogwarts, as the secret of their powers that Vernon and Petunia tried so hard to suppress was lain bare.

Abruptly swept away from their abusive relatives and thrust into a mysterious, strange new world, the twins struggled to regain their footing.

Suddenly they were rich. Suddenly they had a pet owl and a new world to explore. Suddenly they had books.

Their final stop was to get wands. Fray paused outside the building, Ollivander's, eyeing it warily. Harry put a hand on her shoulder and murmured, "It'll be fine, Fray." He goes in first, leaving his sister to follow hesitantly behind him.

Ollivander emerged from the stackes of boxes. The whole store had a strange atmosphere; it was almost charged with electricity. "Welcome. I've been expecting you for some time."

He looked at Fray. "You look just like your mother. I can remember the day she bought her wand; ten and a quarter inch, willow, very swishy. Good for charm work. Lovely woman, Lily Evans...while you," His intense gaze switches over to Harry. "You have your father's eyes. I imagine you look quite like him."

That confused Harry. After all, James Potter's eyes were hazel brown; not green. Initially he brushed that aside as an old man getting confused.

Ollivander started with Harry. The boy went through twenty wands before one reacted to him. "Ash wood, the core held together by a phoenix feather. The bird rescued a pair of children from their violent mother in Japan. A good sign for your character, since it's reacting to you."

Harry smiled a bit in response.

Next was Fray. She ended up going through thirty wands before one reacted. "Ah. Thestral bone and old oak. That particular creature of the night was famous for attacking and driving off the would be killers of a little girl. Its perfect for powerful casting."

Ollivander looked between them and said, "The children who survived Voldemort...I doubt that was merely a shot in the dark. I imagine some incredible things will happen around you."

The time skips ahead to the Hogwarts Express

Freya panicked when Vernon and Petunia dumped her and Harry into the crowded train station and abandoned them there. The twins were separated by the crowd, with a deadline for a train they couldn't find and loaded down with money.

Freya wandered about, trying to figure out where 'platform 9 3/4' was when she ran into a bushy brown haired girl holding a huge book bag.

"Oh! I'm so sorry," The girl said, steadying the red head with her hand. "I'm sorry, I was so excited I wasn't looking where I was going-"

"It was my fault, I was distracted." Fray insisted, facing the girl. Spying the girl's luggage, Harry's sister realized she was talking to another witch – she had to be! "Can you help me? I'm looking for platform nine and three quarters, and I can't find my brother. The crowd separated us..."

"I'm going there too!" The girl said brightly. "I'll help you out, right mum?"

"Of course, sweetheart." A slightly scarred, scary looking bronze haired woman agreed. She looked down at Fray with sympathy and said, "What's your brother look like?"

Fray and her new friend, Hermione Granger, found the entrance and Harry. Harry had been helped onto the platform by a family of helpful redheads – particularly, a pair of older, mischievous twins named Fred and George Weasley.

Harry, relieved to find Fray, gave her a hug and said hello to Hermione. The three of them were welcomed into the Weasleys compartment on the way to Hogwarts.

At the end of the ride, the new friends were lead into the castle by the scary transfiguration professor, Minerva McGonagall. The sorting hat was responsible for moving the new students into the four houses of Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Slytherin and Ravenclaw.

Hermione was sorted into Gryffindor. The line continued until it reached Harry and Fray.

Whispers broke out the moment Fray's name was called.

"Those are the Potter twins!"

"So they're the ones who destroyed the dark lord."

"She's so skinny."

"They're both adorable!"

Harry and Fray felt uncomfortable under these gazes and statements. Fray only had the hat on for a moment before it shuddered and yelled, "GRYFFINDOR!"

Fray looked utterly confused, but the cheers that went up from the red table sent her over to join them.

Harry followed her, unsure of what was bothering her since the hat simply placed him in Gryffindor without fuss or saying much. Plus, they were in the same house as Hermione and Fred/George so it couldn't be that bad right?

**~Time Skip to the Evening~**

That night in the dorm, the pecking order was being established.

"Can I see your scar?"

As it turned out, the other students weren't maliciously referring to the various cuts and scrapes the twins had sustained while on the streets. They were talking about the lightning shaped scar on Harry's forehead, the wound he had received the night their mother died.

Both siblings always got agitated when the subject of their parents came up. How they reacted showed anyone who understood what they had experienced how their life had shaped their personality.

Harry always tried to pass the situation off with false smiles and pretending it didn't bother him.

Fray, meanwhile, would become sullen and hostile, a marked change from her normal quiet but caring personality.

Not wanting to mark themselves out as enemies on their first day, Harry let the younger Weasley Ron, an Irish boy named Seamus and another muggleborn oogle his scar. Meanwhile, Fray cold shouldered Lavander Brown when the question was asked, all but barricading herself in her corner of the bedroom where she spoke with Hermione about the content of their textbooks.

"I hate this." Fray muttered as she and Harry walked towards their first class. "The way they keep staring and sticking their noses in. They're talking about mum dying."

"They don't know any better." Harry said quietly. "Obviously this story has been circulating for a long time until it became a national myth. They just want to understand it."

"Ignorance is bliss." Fray retorted. Harry sighed and couldn't find a good retort.

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The first potions class was a disaster. The teacher, a greasy haired man named Snape, treated Harry like dirt and stared at Fray through what seemed like the whole class. Hermione took it on herself to sit between Fray and the new teacher, even though he clearly didn't like her.

Eventually Harry got sick of it. "Shut up," He snapped.

Snape's eyes narrowed into slits. "I beg your pardon?"

"Shut up." Harry repeated, glaring at him. "Stop asking me questions you cherry picked from the seventh year text book just to embarrass me in front of the class. Incompetent asshole."

Needless to say, while he ended up with detention for the entire month Harry earned himself permanent respect among the Gryffindor Tower. Plus, Hermione wrote a letter of complaint to the Headmaster about Snape's behaviour.

When Dumbledore stonewalled this for some reason, McGonagall resent it to the Board of Education who gave both Dumbledore and Snape a stern reprimand.

**~Time Skip to Flying Lessons~**

"Hey look! Longbottom's dropped his trinket!"

Fray regarded Draco Malfoy with silent contempt right up until he picked up the Remembrall. The pompous Slytherin bully acted like Dudley in a blonde wig – only even worse in that he was born into an even more privileged family. When Neville's broom acted up and caused him to fall and break his wrist, Draco had laughed at him along with his sycophants at the clumsy boy's pain.

"Put it back, you little shit." Fray snapped. Draco spun around and stared at her.

"What did you just say to me?" Draco demanded.

"You're an irritating little shit, Malfoy, and this is your newest low." Fray said, crossing her arms and regarding him with a look usually reserved for cockroaches. "If laughing at an injured boy and taking something when he's in no state to stop you is supposed to make you look like a badass – it doesn't. It makes you look like a cowardly, pathetic little brat whining for toys he can't have. Which I suppose is appropriate."

Part of Harry wanted to stop his sister, (the last thing they needed was more enemies in the one place they were safe from Privet Drive) but he didn't like Malfoy any more than she did – besides, what he had done to Neville had triggered his memories of Dudley's gang.

That, and between them they had more street cred then Draco could dream of at this point.

Draco turned purple, making him resemble a mid-tantrum Dudley even more. One of the Gryffindors whistled mockingly, spurring the ponce to get on his broom and fly up in the air with it. Fray chased after him, and ended up catching it out of the air with some help from Harry.

And since Fray nearly hit a stone wall, Harry punched Draco in the nose when they all landed. The blonde was thrown over backwards and started bleeding.

Professor McGonagall came storming out of the school at that point. Harry half expected to be expelled on the spot – but instead he and Fray were inducted into the Quidditch team for their flying skills.

"We haven't had a good seeker since Charlie Weasley graduated," Oliver Wood said enthusiastically when Fray and Harry (reluctantly) showed up for first practice. "But now I have two! You two should rotate in and out of the position – Angie and Katie will give you some chaser training as well. Quidditch is a wonderful sport, you'll have incredible fun...!"

Fray stared at her shoes, uncertain of what to do or say, while Harry awkwardly ran his fingers through his hair and said he wasn't that good.

**~Halloween Night~**

The twins were no stranger to troubles. But angry trolls were a new one.

Trouble started brewing in the morning – Ron got frustrated with Hermione's overbearing attempts to help in transfiguration class and said that no one wanted to hang out with her willingly. The bookworm was so upset by this she fled to the bathroom and didn't emerge even as dinner rolled around.

Fray and Harry were relishing the dessert when Incompetent Defence Teacher #1, aka Quirrel, came barrelling down the hall screaming "TROLLS! TROLLS IN THE DUNGEON! Thought you out to know." Then he fainted dead away on the floor.

Everyone panicked. The younger students started screaming and ran for the stairwell. McGonagall had to fire of a cannon blast to get their attention, telling the Prefects to take everyone back to the towers.

Harry stalled in the hallway when he remembered something. "What are you doing!?" Fray hissed, noticing he wasn't keeping up.

"Hermione." Harry said. "What if she didn't hear the warning?"

Fray hissed in anger, fear and frustration, which was all Harry needed to know what she thought of this situation. Together, the two of them ran down the hall towards the girl's bathroom only to stumble on a terrifying sight.

The trolls weren't in the dungeon; they were right there holding tree trunks for clubs. Cowering in the corner was a crying and terrified Hermione.

Harry, mercifully, was a quick thinker. He used the same charm they had learned that morning to take the left troll's club. Meanwhile Fray took out one of six knives she kept on her person at all times and took aim at the second one.

McGonagall, Snape and Quirrel arrived in the bathroom to find one troll's skull caved in, the other one with its head half severed like the ghost Sr Nickolas.

Fray was comfortingly hugging the sobbing Hermione, who had gotten her leg broken before she was rescued. Harry stood in the middle of the room, frozen with shock.

After a trip to the school nurse, Poppy – who could fix up Hermione's broken limb in mere hours, the twins were shocked to discover – Harry and Fray returned to the tower.

Fray found Ron in the middle of the common room, telling jokes. Infuriated by his causal reaction to the situation, she slapped him and snarled, "You could have gotten Hermione killed!"

"What the hell!" Ron yelled. "Who cares about her anyway, she's a damned no it all, and you're all fine!"

Fray and Harry regarded him with disgust. Ron looked around the room for allies, only to find everyone either uncomfortable or equally disapproving.

**~Time Skip~**

As the school year progressed, Harry and Fray were beginning to become suspicious of the place they originally believed to be a haven. The thing that bothered Harry in particular about this was that he couldn't put his finger on what seemed off about it.

Hermione, now their steadfast friend, helped the two become some of the highly scored first years. Fray had always loved reading of any sort, so she took to it with enthusiasm. While Harry didn't like studying as much, he wanted to prepare himself for anything the world would throw at him.

While the two were slightly less guarded now that they had their first true friend, they didn't have a lot of friends. Oh, a lot of people claimed to be such, but neither could really bring themselves to trust it – too many people referred to them as the 'children who lived' and years of having to rely just on each other had ingrained dislike of crowds and distrust of strangers/casual acquaintances into them.

Thus, many found the Potter twins to be standoffish and cold, Fray in particular. Harry made more overt attempts to find other friends than her, but the only one they could really say they had by the end (aside from Hermione) was Neville Longbottom, oddly enough.

Harry started influencing Neville's personality almost immediately, and not even entirely on purpose. Neville, like Harry, lived with a tyrannical and soul crushing guardian (in this case, his grandmother) and often found himself on the wrong end of bullying or threats of physical harm (like being dropped from a window to 'scare magic out of him').

With Harry's honest friendship and protection from Malfoy's cruel jeers and the disdain of others, Neville started to become more self confident.

This became immensely important when Voldemort broke into the school, seeking the Philosopher's Stone Dumbledore had hidden within.

**~In the Common Room~**

"-you two can't, don't you see? You're safe in here, you can't go looking for him, it's too dangerous-"

"Safe? You mean, safe like the two trolls that got in here during Halloween?" Fray said harshly as she paced in front of the fireplace. Hermione cringed. "I'll bet you anything he was behind those too! McGonagall didn't do anything when we told her! The other students wouldn't listen if we told them anything, and the Headmaster has left the school!"

"Fray's right." Harry agreed darkly. "If someone doesn't try to stop Voldemort or whoever he's sent to retrieve that thing, he'll come back. And if he succeeds in that, we're dead either way, because there's no way I'd join him."

"Damn right." Fray spat.

"But what can we do?" Neville asked, some of his old fearful nature resurfacing. "He was wicked powerful, back in the day – all four of us would be nothing compared to him!"

"Then we have to get it first." Harry said. "Find this stone, and get it out of here, stall him until Dumbledore returns. By then the attempted theft will be obvious and Voldemort will be at too big a disadvantage to try anything else."

Fray nodded.

Hermione bit her lip and said, "Alright. But we've got to go now if we're going to make it there first."

"You two don't have to-"

"Yes we do!" Neville interrupted, yelling for the first time that evening. Both Harry and Fray stared at him in amazement. Neville flushed but held his ground. "You're not going alone."

Harry and Fray felt something they had never experienced before. A warmth and happiness, despite the situation. Hermione and Neville both smiled back at them.

Together, the four of them connived their way through the traps that the school had prepared.

Fray played the harp to lull the cerberus to sleep; Neville frightened the devil's snare with flames to let them past its roots. Harry puzzled his way through the chess match – he had picked up a lot of strategy skills over his years of pick pocketing and petty theft. While Neville ended up getting taken to protect Fray (the Queen) he only sustained a minor head wound and Hermione could take him back to the nurse.

Down in the deep, Harry and Fray were confronted by Quirrel, Voldemort's face jutting out of the back of his head like a twisted parasite.

And despite his attempts to murder them, Voldemort was a fount of stunning truths.

"James Potter? Your father? HAH! That man stepped aside and let me stun him unconscious in exchange for killing just you! He was never your father, despite trapping that mudblood in a marriage with him. He thought if you were gone, she would learn to love him."

"What!?"

"Oh yes, little girl, your father is someone else entirely...why do you think I attempted to spare you that night? Your brother, unfortunately, had to die...after all, he was the prophecy child. I couldn't afford it... but you? You were never in danger, little Fray."

"Spare me?!" Fray stared at him in mingled alarm, anger and disbelief.

"Oh yes...you can believe me. Dear sweet Lily Evans died trying to protect you from me...but for you, at least, she hadn't needed to fear...your royal blood is too precious to spill senselessly."

Unfortunately, Voldemort wouldn't reveal any more to them and attempted to kill Harry for the second time.

A fight ensued and in the end, Voldemort was burned to ashes by their touch. The two were surrounded by a warm red magic.

Upon his return the next morning, Dumbledore explained that it was an ancient magic that Voldemort had triggered when he killed their mother that night.

Neither admitted it, but Fray and Harry cried that night. Cried for the mother they never got to know, who loved them enough that she was willing to give up her life for them.

End Chapter

So yeah, dropping a few 'hints' as to why and how Lily ended up betrayed. As to why James was married to Lily when she A) didn't love him and B) loved someone else, I refer you to the basic plot of every Marriage Contract story ever.

Now, poor Loki won't be in the story for a bit longer, but once he does find out, ever table in Asgard is going to flip.

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