Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.
It was September 1st when both Harry and Brian were at the train station. Harry looked around and noticed the Potter family hugging Brian and waving good-bye. He walked over to them slowly, but realized that saying he was their 'dead son' would probably give them a heart attack. So he chose not to see them and wondered how to get on the platform, as Shikei did not tell him and left him there as part of his training. She had advised him to search for the area with the most magical pressure and go through it, but Harry did not fancy going through every wall to try and see which one worked. That would be very painful indeed.
He focused and found his way through the platform. Then, he was about to put his trunk up, when he heard a voice.
"Look mother, it is another student," a voice said, as a pale blonde boy came by. He looked at Harry and his parents followed, blonde, tall, and haughty. Harry instantly found them to his dislike, as they carried the aura of some rich, snobbish people. Obviously, they might even be Death Eaters, given that most of the Wizarding World's rich people were… Death Eaters. He tried to avoid them, but the blonde boy came up to him.
"You must be going to Hogwarts too. I am as well. I will be in Slytherin. Slytherin is the best house, and Hufflepuff are a load of duffers. Which house will you be in?" the boy gushed out.
"Draco, be nice to the boy," Lucius Malfoy said, sneering. Draco instantly shut up and Harry looked mildly annoyed.
"I will be in whichever house I am sorted too. And yes, I am going to Hogwarts," Harry said. Lucius was wondering who the boy was- why did he look so much like Potter, but still carry the aura of a noble Pureblood? The most recent spawn of Potter were Halfblood, and one of them was rumored to be dead. And how did he carry so much raw power? He was a normal boy, not a warrior.
"Well, I hope we see each other on the train…" Draco said, realizing that he had irritated the other boy. He hurried on to find his two sidekicks, Crabbe and Goyle, and to go terrorize Brian Potter, and his cohorts, Ronald Weasley and Neville Longbottom. Harry sat down in a compartment and pulled out a book.
The compartment opened and Brian walked in, sighing, as he escaped from his two henchmen. While Brian did not mind Draco except for his Mudblood talk, he had to keep up an image of a 'Dark family hater' and an ideal image for The Boy who Lived, especially in front of the Weasley boy, who called Draco a Dark Wizard and a Death Eater. Brian hated keeping up this act, and sought to change the world to have an open mind, after he defeated Voldemort of course. He then noticed the other presence inside of the room, and looked up to see a boy looking identical, if not a bit scrawnier, than to him.
"Oh hello. I did not see you there," Brian said, as Harry looked up from his book, his piercing emerald eyes staring into Brian's ones. They blinked, staring at each other, until Brian started laughing at the similarities between them. Harry scowled in response, and Brian realized that he may have angered the other.
"Sorry. I was just laughing at how similar we look," Brian replied. Harry nodded and put away his book in an act of politeness.
"So, who are you?" Brian asked, "I am Brian Potter." To say that Brain was shocked that the boy had not bowed down and practically worshipped him was an understatement. He was used to that, but didn't mean he liked it.
"Harry," the other replied. Harry decided to give his brother a chance, seeing as he was not a spoiled, big-headed brat.
"Just Harry. No last name?" Brian replied, raising an eyebrow.
"You will see that when we get to Hogwarts," Harry replied, causing Brian to frown a little. But, the boy's frown was appeased when the candy cart came inside and they both bought some candy, sharing with each other and eating, while conversing. Harry felt that his brother was a unique ally to have, as he kept his mask in front of people, but held Slytherins no different than other human beings, which might have been Lily's influence on his life. Brian found the other boy to be at par on intellect and wit and a good converser. Not that Neville and Ron were not, it was just that they rarely used their brains to actually discern that Slytherins were human too, especially Ron.
"… So my parents work in Hogwarts as my mother is the Charms Professor after Flitwick retired and my father is the Defense Against Dark Arts Professor, along with Sirius Black as his assistant," Brian said, as there topic reached about parents. Harry winced at the next question, which was a bit tactless from Brian.
"So, what do your parents do?" he asked. Harry looked up with his emerald eyes and sighed.
"Well, I got separated from my parents when I was three and was at an orphanage for a few years, until I got adopted by my magical mentor," Harry replied, as Brian realized he had stumbled across a slightly bad topic.
"Well, what does your magical mentor do?" Brian asked.
"She is currently heiress to a noble clan that had been in Japan and moved to England," Harry replied, not giving any more information than he should. It wasn't that he didn't trust Brian, his twin who he watched through the orbs in Shikei's house; it was just that Voldemort could use Legilimency to break into Brian's mind and gain information that could harm him. While Shikei, as Death, could not be harmed, Harry, as a mortal, still could.
"That sounds… Interesting," Brian mused, realizing that this child could be a potential ally as well. He, however, did not realize that Harry was a Potter.
"Hey Brian! Don't sit with that loser! Come join with us!" Ron yelled, as Neville timidly nodded. Brian sighed as Harry twitched in annoyance. Harry pulled out his book again as Brian rose from his seat.
"Sorry, I have to go. So long," Brian said. Then, the train screeched to a stop as they got down in Hogwarts, for the Sorting and the feast.
A/N: I did say Hogwarts would be now, but I realized that I needed to make the twins meet. Not only that, but also the train ride was important. Hogwarts will be in the next chapter, hopefully.
