Once he arrived at Potter Manor, Harry headed straight up to what used to be his room. When they were little, Evan and Harry shared a room, but Lily decided when they were 3 that Evan should have his own room. A place where he didn't need to worry about anyone else. A happy place she had called it. So harry got one of the guest rooms on the other side of the house. James had said he should just take the room down the hall, but Lily claimed that when Evan started training, they wouldn't want Harry's sleep to be disturbed. It was a lie; they could have simply used spells to block out the sound if that were the problem. Moving Harry across the Manor was just another way she could keep him separated from the rest of the family. An excuse not to say good night or read him a bedtime story. He had been terrified then, now he was thankful. At least he was thankful until he opened the door and saw that his room had been converted back into a guest room.

"Mom said you would never come back, that you shouldn't be welcomed back. She said you went to the dark and betrayed us all. So she had a house elf change the room back to a guest room." Evan said from behind him, once again, his face was clear of a rejection or anger. He just stood there looking at Harry like he was talking about History of Magic classes. Unbiased and slightly bored. It was almost like acceptance, but not quite.

"Figures she would do something like that. I suppose it doesn't really matter anyway though, I'm only here for two months before I leave again." I reply more to myself than to Evan. Some emotion flickers through his face, but was too quick for me to figure out what it was.

"Dad wants you to take one of the rooms in the family wing." Evan responded as he pushed off the wall so he was standing upright in front of Harry. Harry was temporarily stunned bye their similarities. Most probably wouldn't even notice, but Harry stared at himself in the mirror every morning. He knew his face, and looking into to Evan's he was reminded of the few times when he was little when Sirius would dress them up exactly alike and start getting them confused. Lily hated it when he did that, said they were individual people and she didn't one to bear the burden of looking like the other. By that she of course meant she didn't want anyone thinking Harry was Evan and giving him attention.

But the resemblance was still there. They were the same height, had the same lithe build and the same boyish face. In fact, Harry was sure that if he cut his hair and stopped using his hair gel and started wearing his glasses again that, except for the eye color, they would still look exactly alike. Draco hated it when his hair was short and without gel to keep it in place.

"You ever thought of getting a potion to correct your eyes?" Evan looked momentarily confused with Harry's, seemingly random, question.

"Do you suddenly have a desire for us to look alike again? Because if you do, you have to cut your hair, no way am I making mine look like a girls." Evan smiled while he replied.

"You simply do not understand fashion at all Evan. That is your problem, you don't understand it, and so you can't respect it." Harry replied turning his nose up.

Evan laughed at the mock snob impression Harry was doing causing Harry to laugh as well. "Don't do that, it makes you sound like Malfoy." Harry suddenly stopped laughing, his face went blank. Evan stopped laughing too. "Sorry, I didn't mean to bring him up… I'm sure it must hurt, after everything."

Harry looked away; he couldn't handle the pity in Evan's eyes. "You have no idea Evan. None at all. I trusted him more than anyone else in the world. I would have done anything for him." It was oddly easy to confess this to Evan. He was sure it was the twin bond that made it so, but it was still disconcerting. He never even talked to Blaise about the depth of his feelings for Draco, and he was his closest friend after Draco himself.

"I know it doesn't really help you, but Malfoy was really trying to do the right thing you know. He was saving lives, a lot of them. That has to count for something." Evan said looking at his hands, looking almost ashamed for defending Draco.

"But at what cost? If he was unhappy, he could have told me. It is not his betrayal of the Dark Lord I mind. It is his keeping it a secret from me."

"Well anyway, Dad wants you to go to the family wing. He wants you to pick out which room you want." And with that Evan turned around and started walking in the direction of the family wing. Harry hesitated, taking one last look at the guest bedroom before following.

As they got closer to the family wing they could hear James and Lily fighting. They looked at each other before they both started walking quieter, listening to what they were saying.

"I'm your wife; you are supposed to support me and my decisions!" Lily shouted.

"And he is our son. How could you even think about treating him like that?" James shouted back.

"He is lying; I never did any of the things they said. He is just telling nasty lies so he can get away with being evil!"

"He had taken Viritasirum! You can't lie when you take that! It's the whole point of using it in the first place!"

"Don't expect me to know what dark magic he used to trick the potion, but he is lying!"

"No he isn't. I remember that day he talked about. When he didn't get dinner. I remember it because that's when we gave Evan his first Kiddy Broom. Remember Remus? We brought two over when we came to dinner. We asked Lily where Harry was and she said he was just cleaning up his room real fast and he would be down in a minute. But he never came down. I just assumed he had already eaten and was playing with his toys." A new voice said.

Evan and I looked around the last corner to see that it was Sirius who had spoken. He was sitting on the couch in James' study with Remus, both looking in the fire. James and Lily stood behind them. James looked like he had been crying and Lily just looked red and angry. She kind of reminded Harry of Evan's friend, Ronald Weasley.

"That's not true!" Lily screamed marching towards Sirius.

"Lily stop!" James commanded, looking directly at Lily, challenging her to disobey him. "I am the head of house here, what I say goes. You will stop this arguing. We know he isn't lying."

"Are you going to divorce me?" Lily asked. She looked pathetically weak when she looked at James. Harry could see it was an act, apparently so could James.

"No, you will distance yourself from this family. You will move to the guest wing, you will have meals by yourself. You will not leave the Manor. You will not talk to anyone unless they seek you out. You will not right to anyone without my permission. I have been very lenient with you since we got married. But I am the head of this house, and it's time you respected that." James' voice was firm in wielding when he said this.

"You can't do this! I have the right to do as I please when I please!" Lily screeched.

"Actually Lils, you don't. According to pureblood tradition, James has been exceptionally lenient. The wife is under the control of the husband. Not an equal partner." Sirius said calmly.

"But that isn't right! Arthur doesn't control Molly, and you will not control me!" Lilly said standing tall with superiority.

"That's because when Molly and Arthur got married, Molly was from the more influential and prosperous family. In situations like that, Molly is considered the 'husband' and Arthur the 'wife'. It doesn't happen very often. But you ever notice that Arthur always does what Molly says?" Sirius replied calmly.

"But I'm not a pureblood!" Lily said, her face crumbling. She knew she had lost.

"No, you're not. That just gives James more right to do this." Sirius was still calm and collected, looking at Lily like she was a dead bug.

"Fine, then I want a divorce." Lily said, once again standing tall.

"No."

"No? You can't say NO James. I AM getting a divorce, and I'm taking Evan with me!" Lily was back to the yelling again, impersonating Ronald Weasley.

"Actually he can Lils, you guys got married the Old Way to make James' parents accept you. You can only get a divorce if James asks for one." Sirius responded, once again being a fountain of knowledge for the first time in his life. James hadn't moved. He just stood there looking at Lily.

Lily looked like she might respond again, but James sent her a violent look and she quickly turned away, noticing Remus for apparently the first time.

"Remus, come on, you have always been reasonable, tell them that this is wrong." She pleaded.

"How could you do that to your son?" Remus asked looking at Lily for the first time.

Lily's face morphed into a snarl. "He is not my son, he is a waste of space! A useless, good for nothing, attention seeking, evil waste of space!" She all but growled at Remus who just shook his head and turned away.

"Flumpy!" James said and the head house elf popped into the room.

"Yous be calling master?" Flumpy bowed respectfully.

"Yes. Flumpy, please take my wife to her new rooms in the guest wing."

"Yes, Master" and with that Flumpy reached out and grabbed Lily's hand and popping her away with him, cutting off whatever it was she had been about to say.

"Are you ok James?" Sirius asked, standing up and walking around the couch to stand in front of his best friend.

"Yeah I'm fine. Come on. Evan and Harry should be here in a minute." James said, wiping his face real fast and collecting himself.

"They are already here." Remus said looking at where Harry and Evan were hiding behind the corner.

James looked around quickly before noticing the boys' heads sticking around the corner. He was momentarily stunned by how similar they were. He had to remind himself that in all actuality they were exact opposites.

"You boys can come out now." James called to them.