I was surfing through the latest Harry Potter fanfics, and I've come to marvel at how many fics there are that involve Harry having a twin brother/sister and they are mistaken for the Boy-Who-Lived. There are also plenty of ones where Harry is a girl. It's all getting very annoying and old.

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There was an unnatural silence as the group stared at the just slammed door. Enraged that Lachlan was not connected to the Floo Network, Severus had demanded the proper information out of McGonagall. As soon as he had it, he left.

'How is he going to get there?' Luna whispered, clutching Theodore to her. Just before Severus had left, he announced Luna and Hermione in charge of taking care of Theodore.

'He'll find a way,' Hermione replied. 'But poor Theo will be devastated… First his mother, now Harry and Severus…'

'But they're not dead,' Ron said firmly. 'They'll come back.'

'I doubt Lachlan would hurt him,' McGonagall affirmed. 'He was always a bright, cheery boy. I haven't seen him for over three years now… But I do get letters.'

Draco shifted, a frown on his pale lips. 'The letter said they took him to take care of a problem. What if solving the problem hurts him?'

'Lachlan was very simple. I doubt the problem would be that big,' McGonagall waved him off. 'I do think it's time for Theo to go to bed, and shouldn't all of you?'

'Minerva!' Luna exclaimed.

'We're all twenty years old! We don't have bedtimes!' Ron chimed.

McGonagall sniffed, before retreating to her rooms. They could hear her muttering about them still being kids as she went down the hall. Ron stood, taking Draco's hand and pulling him with him.

'We better go back and tell the others what happened,' Ron explained while Draco leaned down to hug the sleeping Theodore. Once they had all said goodbye, the two men left the house. Ron cast a waterproof charm on them and they made their way over to the Weasley House.

'We're home!' Ron called out. 'Oi, I got some important news!'

'We're in here!' Charlie called from the living room, and Ron walked inside. Everyone was in there, so Ron settled down to tell them the whole story, while Draco sat beside him.

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Harry coughed and spluttered when he first set foot back on land again. The wards there were even worse than the ones on the Prince House. The tall Scottish man rubbed his back and waited patiently for him to finish, before pulling him along.

They were outside a small house, a cottage really, that was surrounded by forests and mountains and all sorts of nature. The man led Harry around the back of the cottage. He knocked once on one of the windows, and then moved to the next window, knocking twice this time. He moved to a window that was far away from Harry and knocked in a tune that Harry could recognise from when he was 10 years old.

'Password?' A soft, musical voice whispered, an eye peeking out through one of the curtains.

'Out of the blue,' the man replied confidently. The door was flung open and a young girl ran out, her arms wide open.

'Daddy!' She shrieked, laughing in delight as the man scooped her up and held her tightly. She was young, at least 13. Her hair was a soft blond and her eyes a bright green that shone. No doubt she was popular among the boys.

'Hello, Chantal!' The man replied, grinning.

'Chantal? Chantal, where are you?' another voice called out, and they all turned to the door again. The most beautiful woman Harry had ever seen stood in the doorway. Her hair was the same as Sebastian's, sleek and blond. However, hers reached down to her waist. Her eyes were green, the same as Chantal's, and she was slim and tall. She held a small toddler at her hip, the little girl reaching up to tug at the woman's hair. The girl had the same long, blond hair, but her eyes were blue, like her father's.

'Dominique,' the man said softly.

'Lachlan,' the woman breathed.

It became obvious to Harry that the woman, Dominique, was a Veela. No woman could be as beautiful as that, no woman could give off the same air. It also explained why her children were all stunning in the looks department as well.

There was a flash of blue light, and Sebastian appeared, throwing the top of a jar aside. He smiled hesitantly at Harry before hugging his mother. Harry, being gay and attracted to Severus as he was, was immune to Dominique's looks. But Sebastian was awfully handsome…

'I know you're confused,' Lachlan told him gruffly, patting him roughly on the shoulder. 'But we can explain everything inside. Why don't you come in?' He gestured to the door, and Harry glanced at all of their faces before stepping inside.

It wasn't a cottage at all. It was just a big room with a trapdoor in the middle, which was currently open. Harry looked down in it to see a long corridor, going farther than Harry could see, lit brightly by torches.

'We go down there to get to our house,' a voice said, making Harry jump. It was Sebastian. 'This is just somewhere we stay if the problem gets really bad… Aurore hates it here.'

'Who-' Harry croaked, his voice scratchy from lack of use. 'Who's Aurore?'

'My sister. She's the little baby that Mother is holding,' Sebastian explained, pointing at his mother. She was currently fussing over Lachlan, smoothing out his clothes and making sure he was alright.

'Why am I here?' Harry asked softly, wetting his lips and clearing his throat.

'Father says he wants to explain to you, so I guess we'll have to wait until he decides he's ready,' Sebastian paused, and then looked over his shoulder. 'Mother, Father! I'll take Harry to the mansion, shall I?'

'Yes, dear, that'll be good,' Dominique nodded, smiling at both Harry and Sebastian. 'Be careful.'

'Ah, yes,' Lachlan nodded. 'Make him feel welcome.'

Sebastian climbed down the ladder and landed with a dull thud at the bottom. He waited patiently for Harry to get down, before striding down the long corridor. Harry fell into step beside him, looking nervously around.

'So, uhm…' Harry started, feeling foolish and 14 years old again.

'What's your name?' Sebastian asked with a confident smile. 'Your full name, I mean.'

'Oh. Uh, Harry James Potter. You?'

'Sebastian Pierre McGonagall,' Sebastian replied, sending a grin in Harry's direction. At Harry's look of astonishment, his grin grew wider. 'You've met Minerva, then? She's my second cousin.'

'Second…? That means she's Lachlan's cousin,' Harry babbled.

'Spot on,' Sebastian chuckled. 'I've met her a few times. She seems nice, but strict.'

'Yeah,' Harry agreed. 'She's my Head of House.'

'So you're a Gryffindor, eh?' Sebastian smirked. 'I should've known.'

Silence ensued, leaving Harry to ponder the meaning of Sebastian's statement. They continued, hearing a faint scuffling behind them that told them the rest were coming. Sebastian and Harry halted when they found a fork in the corridor, and Sebastian only smirked and took Harry's hand, leading him down the left one.

'Always remember that it's the left one. You don't want to know where the right one leads to.'

Harry smiled awkwardly and pulled his hand away, well aware that the feeling of Sebastian's hand against his was uncomfortable… Yet oddly comforting. He could remember the tons of times he'd held hands with Severus, and it felt completely different to holding Sebastian's hand. At least with Severus, he felt a rush of electricity and love when they came in contact with each other.

'Your looks remind me of someone I know,' Harry said suddenly, after having stared at the younger boy beside him for a while.

'Really? Who?' Sebastian turned his head and gave Harry a dazzling, flirtatious smile. Harry had to blink several times before answering.

'Draco Black,' he said. 'You have the same hair… And kind of the same face.'

'What about eyes?'

'Draco's eyes are a more greyish colour, whereas yours are a really deep blue,' Harry replied. He hadn't meant it as a compliment, but Sebastian blushed and thanked him all the same.

'We're nearly there,' the blond announced. 'Anyway, are you close to this Draco?'

'Yeah,' Harry smiled. 'He's one of my best mates. We used to hate each other, but he stopped being an asshole, and got together with my other best mate, so... We put aside our differences. '

'Oh? I bet that would have been interesting,' Sebastian raised an eyebrow and wet his lips slowly.

'Very.' Harry glanced away, feeling uncomfortable. 'Are we there yet?'

'A few more minutes,' the other boy replied, brushing against Harry slightly as they turned a corner. Harry glanced at him and took a step to the side, away from him. They continued on in silence, until they reached a dead end, with a trap door on the ceiling. When Sebastian opened it, a ladder slid out. He stepped aside and gestured for Harry to climb up first.

'Thanks,' Harry said softly. When he climbed up the ladder and looked around, he was slightly intimidated. The house was bloody huge! Everywhere he looked was expensive furniture. Apparently he was in some sort of dining room, and he was still looking around as Sebastian climbed up, and then stood beside him.

'Do you like it?' He said in a velvety voice.

'Y-Yeah,' Harry murmured, trying to remind himself that the boy was at least 4 years younger than himself, and that he shouldn't be so intimidated. 'I guess.'

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Sebastian took the time to let his eyes roam over the delightful figure of the slightly older man in front of him. Harry's hair was a jet black mop of untidy hair on his head and his eyes were the purest shade of emerald, blurred slightly behind the glasses he wore. His face was positively angelic, looking even more innocent than his younger sister Chantal. His lips were a deep, full red, almost begging him to touch them in some way, whether it a caress from his finger or a kiss from his own lips.

In fact, if he hadn't already known Harry's heritage, he'd almost swear the man was also a Veela, or at least part.

Sebastian leaned back, grinning at the confused man. 'Harry Potter sure is hot.'

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Uh-oh. I smell trouble. Whatever will happen to poor Harry?

I hope this was long enough for you.

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