DISCLAIMER :)- I do not own Harry Potter nor any other fictional characters that I may write of.
Summary: Harry's parents were never killed. Stunned, but never killed. Instead, his brother, Henry Potter, is believed to be the Boy-Who-Lived. Is he really?
A/N: 'Ello there, please excuse any mistakes my this or the previous chapter seemed to have. Also, terribly sorry if my writing style or ideas of the events suit you. Also, I'm wondering whether Harry should be better suited in Ravenclaw or Slytherin. My friend doesn't want Harry to go to Hogwarts. Although he is very smart [way too smart], I must disagree on this one. I think Harry should go to Hogwarts.
"Words said."
'Thoughts.'
"Parseltongue or a snake speaking."
[A/N: OH! And I also decided that Henry should at least be nice to Harry. He would be spoiled, but still a bit nice.]
CHAPTER TWO :]
"So, Fred, who do you wager this is?"
"I don't know, dearest George, who is this?"
'Joy,' Harry thought sarcastically, 'What fun this shall be.'
The ginger twins grinned and maneuvered their arms so that it looped Harry's arms, one twin on each of Harry's sides. They lead him toward one of the couches and sat down, pulling Harry along with them. They grinned widely and looked down at the much shorter male.
"Why, hello child-"
"-we are Fred-"
"-and George-"
"-Weasley."
They finished each others sentences and completed by saying their last names together.
"Just who might you be?" they said in unison, questioning looks on their faces. Even with their questioning looks, they smiled brightly down at Harry.
"Erm...Harry Potter," said the emerald-eyed boy, biting his lower lip and looking down at his lap.
Fred's and George's eyes widened. They'd forgotten that the Potters had twins, not just a single son. A spoiled one at that. They then realized that it was Harry's birthday as well and no one was celebrating it like how they celebrated his twin's. Man, were the Potter twins ever different from the Weasley twins. Where the Weasley twins would do everything together and were much more comfortable around each other, the Potter twins were close to never to communicating and sparsely ever came into contact with the other. The only big difference was that Harry was much skinnier, paler, and had emerald-eyes, unlike his brother's hazel. Other than that, they looked completely alike.
"Oh? Well, then..." the one on Harry's right said.
"HAPPY BIRTHDAY!" they yelled.
Henry and his friends looked up. A big and stupid looking one came forward and headed towards them. The others followed.
"Hey! If you guys're going to say happy birthday to the Boy-Who-Lived then say it to his face!" he said, eyes glaring from under his bushy uni-brow.
Fred and George's brother looked at them with thinly veiled annoyance. In turn, the twins raised an eyebrow each and grinned at their brother.
"Awww, are these ickle Ronniekins fwends?" they said, making cooing noises at their little brother who was rapidly turning beet red.
"Shut it," he hissed.
Harry giggled a bit and his hands reached up to cover his mouth, but the bulky boy had heard.
"And just what are you laughing at, little brat?" the much bigger, stronger, and uglier boy snarled at Harry.
Harry gazed up at the boy.
'Oh, no...' he thought.
Before Harry had a chance to answer, as if he actually was going to, Fred and George did so for him.
"Why, Willy-Boo," they started, using the nickname they overheard his mother using for him. 'Will-Boo' turned just as red as 'ickle Ronniekins' had. "We never knew you were the type to talk to such losers as us. Oh Merlin, this must be a dream! The ever cool Willy-Booboo talking to us! We can't believe it!"
It took all of Harry's control to not burst out laughing at that moment. 'Willy-Booboo' just turned as red as a cherry. Some of the other boys had also started laughing. Henry being one of them. 'Ickle Ronniekins', however, didn't. Thinking that he would have been teased next, he stood quietly behind 'Willy-boo'.
"I see-"
"-you guys-"
"-are going-"
"-to Hogwarts-"
"-this year." they finished. Several boys nodded, others stayed motionless. The twins grinned widely, "Well, I guess we'll be going to see you guys there, aren't we now?"
Harry looked at them, they went to Hogwarts? They must be in their third year or fourth, maybe even fifth. They didn't look that old, so he guessed about third year. He saw that their brother must be going to be in his year. Even though his parents ignored him and nobody had ever told him anything about Hogwarts, he had made friends with the house-elves and spent almost all his life holed up in the library of Potter Manor and reading several books on magic and the history around it.
"Well, you know-"
"-we were-"
"-in a-"
"-conversation-"
"-with just-"
"-us three-"
"-but would you-"
"-care to-"
"-join us-"
"-in the discussion of what colour panties Merlin must have worn? Likewise, I believe yellow with pink polka-dots." Harry had finished for the twins, after hearing what Harry said, the twins promptly fell into a heap of laughter.
"Really, Harry?" the one on Harry's right, George it must have been, said.
"I believe it'd be maroon with yellow daisies," said Fred, that caused Harry to giggle. Maybe they weren't so bad, fun to be around even.
The 'Willy-Boo' looked at them with disgust.
"Come on, guys, let's go," murmured 'ickle Ronniekins'. They left, Henry shooting confused looks at Harry.
The Weasley twins chuckled. "Bloody 'ell. Well, that was unexpected," said George.
"And yellow? With pink polka-dots? You, my friend, lack some styles," Fred said.
Harry offered them a small smile, "Sorry...?"
They grinned widely. They spent the whole time there talking, about Hogwarts, spells, many things. Harry actually found some friends. This thought made him ecstatic, a friend other than books and house-elves.
This was his best birthday ever.
Maybe going to Hogwarts wouldn't be so bad.
Just maybe...
A/N: Hello, have you enjoyed this chapter? Tell me about it. Button's only a click away. Alright, who else read click wrong and thought it looked like dick? No? Well, whatever...
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And I won't be putting Diagon Alley in details much...
Oh, and what house shall Harry be in? He'll get his letter next chapter. Don't expect it so soon though. I wrote all this in one day so yeah...This'll be the excuse if it's poorly written.
Who am I kidding? IT IS POORLY WRITTEN...Bye. Oh, and people have said the A/Ns are annoying. Well, don't fucking read them then. They are for MY amusement and mine alone unless you decide to join me in the merriment of talking to myself. So stop complaining in the reviews and just tell me if it's good or not.