A/N: There is a few direct dialogue quotes from Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone, some vaguely similar to dialogue that is also from Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone.　

Chapter 4

Harry:　

The days and weeks that led up to the first of September were long and hard to get through. All Dad ever did until September 1st was either visit mum (alone, I might add) or lock himself up in his study to sulk.　

Sirius took Evan and me over to his flat in London for a few weeks before September saying it was because he won't be seeing us for three months. I think it's really just a way for Evan and me to be away from dad when he's in a mood. But slowly and steadily the time passed and it was the first of September. Evan and I were so excited for our first year at Hogwarts.　

"Do you have everything together boys?" Dad asks as we hurried to the door on our way to King's Cross. "You didn't forget anything did you?"　

"Dad, really, there's no reason to worry. Harry and I checked and double checked last night, not to mention being able to remind each other of things we forgot together and separately. Even if we do happen to be missing something we know you'll be able to owl our things to us anyway," Evan said as we shared a look and I rolled my eyes in exasperation.　

Seriously? Did Dad really think we would not pack everything we needed? We've thought of nothing else for weeks, so why would we be going and forgetting anything when we had a whole month to prepare for it?　

We quickly darted through the door with Evan and I dragging our trunks behind us and walked towards the end of the lane leading to the wizarding village. Dad took out his wand, raised it above his head, and the Knight Bus BANGED into existence.

The doors burst open and out lumbered Peter Angus, the conductor of the Knight Bus. The old man saw Dad and promptly said in a reedy voice, "Greetings Mr. Potter. London for you today? Goin' to Hogwarts today are ya?" he added to Evan and me.　

We nodded and we're on our way. After paying our fare, Dad helped Peter with the trunks while Evan and I towed our owl's cages hoping the covers would stay on as we took our odious journey. Finally, we're off and fighting to stay upright while sitting in our chairs as Dad found a seat next to us.　

Thankfully we made it to London in one piece and the owls didn't get into much of a fit as we had expected. It was with great relief that we made it to King's Cross in a timely manner. We each grabbed a cart and pushed our trunks and owls in between platforms nine and ten to board the famous Hogwarts Express that lay just beyond opaque the barrier.　

I looked around to make sure that no Muggles were watching us. Evan nodded to Dad and we dashed to the other side.

The thick billowing fog blocked the train from view. Dad strode through just as I started for the entrance that I could barely make out in the distance.

Wow, can you believe we're here already? I thought to Evan.　

Yeah, it's quite unbelievable to me that we could possibly be boarding the train for the first time! He added just as Dad walked up and gestured to the train.　

"Need help putting those away boys?" Dad finally said after a moment of awkward silence filled with noisy goodbyes and teary farewells.　

I nodded and Evan quickly led the way to the train. We entered the first empty compartment and Dad lifted the two heavy trucks ("Evan, what do you have in here? The stone bricks from our fireplace?") along with our owls to the overhead trays.

We then all got off to say our goodbyes with Remus and Sirius, whom both just arrived a minute prior. Evan went first to get advice, admonishes, and hugs from Dad, our godfather and Remus.

I first went to Dad, then Remus, and finally Sirius—who whispered while Dad and Remus waved to Evan—that I must keep up with the Marauders tradition of collecting detentions... or else. I told him not to worry, though I mentally thought not. Turning my back on them I was about to follow Evan but a hand on my shoulder stopped me. I turned around and found myself eye to eye with my father.

Dad bent down on one knee and stared straight into my face, his hands firmly planted on my shoulders.　

"Harry, I want you to promise me something." he said very seriously.　

"Better make it quick." Remus called over the sound of the train's warning whistle.　

"Don't worry," Dad said over his shoulder calmly, and turned back to me. "Harry, I want you to promise me that you will try and keep Evan safe while you two are at Hogwarts. Will you do that for me?"　

Well, no dad, I don't think I will. Of course I will! I thought sarcastically to myself, but I knew that's not going to earn me any points, so I instead said, "Yes, of course, but why wouldn't I? He's my brother, my twin, what else would I do?"　

Dad just looked at me sternly and said just as the train started to pull out of the station.　

"Harry, you know what Evan did on the night Voldemort attacked, and being that, he will either attract those that will want to know him and be his "mate" because of his fame or be his enemy just because of him being the boy-who-lived. Either way, I need you to protect and watch out for him while the two of you are both out on your own without me or them," he tilted his head over to Sirius and Remus, who were giving Dad and I nervous looks.　

"Dad, I know you'll worry, but I really must go and don't fret over Evan, we'll both keep the other out of trouble! And we'll write! Bye!" I said as I hugged him one more time. I jumpedthrough the newly opened doorway, courtesy of Evan, and onto the fast moving train that had picked up speed steadily when Dad had been talking to me.　

I slammed the door shut and turned just fast enough to see a flash of red from my peripheral vision. Looking back I only see bricks as the train turns the corner of the station. I shrugged, thinking it was probably just an advertisement or something of the like.　

"Come on Harry," Evansaid as we started for our compartment. "I want you to meet someone, he's a first year like us, and it was his little sister running after the train just now, whom you just barely missed seeing."　

I nodded, so that's what I saw.　

What's his name?　

Ron Weasley and he's an okay sort. But I think he's a little new to the meeting a celebrity thing. Evan thought to me, I could hear the distain in his tone.　

Once again I was reminded of my luck at not having a "status" other than being the brother to the boy-who-lived, but in comparison it was easy to see the cons of fame at something that you had no recollection of other than nightmares that came so easily.　

Ron also has twin brothers like us, but they're third years. They popped their heads in and talked to Ron for a tic and then left to sit with their friends.　

Really? Another set of twins?　

Yeah, but from what he's said, which wasn't all that much, he hopes they keep their distance. Said something about them only playing pranks and taking the Mickey out of him whenever they can.　

Oh.　

When we finally reached the compartment I walked through the doorway to see a gangly boy with flaming red hair staring outside through the window to the view beyond. When he heard us enter he turned around and his eyes flickered back and forth, obviously trying to decide which was the real Evan Potter. In the end he turned to me.　

"Evan, right?"　

I shook my head and lifted my bangs; I didn't hate my scar half as much as Evan did, though he did have a valid reason for the resentment he had for it. Ron's blue eyes widened as he took in the fact that mine went vertical rather than horizontal as Evan's did and stared at it until I patted my bangs back into place. His ears turned an interesting shade of red and I stepped forward, hoping to save him from further embarrassment.　

"No, I'm Harry, Harry Potter. Obviously Evan's twin brother." I said, not unkindly as I shook his hand.　

He opened his mouth, probably to introduce himself, but behind me the door banged open and a loud voice shouted, "Where have you been? I've not seen you two anywhere, and believe me, I've been most everywhere there is to look on this train." I knew that voice, I recognised that voice anywhere.　

Neville.　

"Hey Nev!" Evan and I shouted together and we leapt at him. We all landed in a cramped dog pile on the floor between the seats, during which, I felt Ron's stare on us despite having my back turned to him.　

After our greeting, a bushy haired girl slid open the door and examined all of closely. The girl first saw the grinning, crumpled clothed Neville, then me just as rumpled and grinning madder than the Mad Hatter, her eyes flashed over to Ron for a split second, but it was Evan and his scar she stared at. Well, that was until I cleared my throat loudly and suddenly she was talking a mile a minute without a breath in between words, amazingly enough.　

"Evan and Harry Potter! The boy-who-lived and his twin brother! So glad to meet you," she said excitedly as she clutched first Evan's hand and then mine, in her smaller one. "I've read all about the both of you, of course, you're both in The Rise and Fall of the Dark Arts and Great Wizarding Events of the Twentieth Century and Modern Magical History, to just do a bit of background reading on the Wizarding World, you see.　

"Hogwarts will be so amazing to see and I can't wait to be sorted into houses, I don't know which would be best, I think that Ravenclaw would be nice, but Gryffindor would also be a good option, and they say that Professor Dumbledore was even a Gryffindor when he attended Hogwarts. I've already memorized all my books by heart, so that I won't be behind magically when we get to Hogwarts.　

"My names is Hermione Granger by the way and I'm what you call a Muggle-born, both of my parents are Dentists, so of course we were pleasantly surprised to learn of magic, though it did explain all the things that would happen when I felt under a lot of stress or frightened, but you must already know that by now."　

Now it's my turn to stare at her incredulously. Did she really just say all that in one breath? It's a wonder that she didn't faint from a lack of oxygen.　

"Hey Evan, you're not the only one memorizing text books, like I thought you would be. Maybe you and Hermione can trade notes one of these days?" I grinned at Evan, feeling his irritation from my jibe. He just scowled at me, which I ignore, Hermione sniffed in annoyance and I ignored that, too, and all of a sudden Ron was laughing. We shared a smile.　

"And who are you?" Hermione added to Ron and Neville, still sounding annoyed.　

"Ron W..." Ron started to say, but Neville doesn't seem to hear, because the next thing I know he sat up and said in a panicked voice, "Harry, I forgot to ask, but have either you or Evan seen Trevor? He hopped away from me and I can't find him! I know that if I lose him Gran's going to be very mad, and I looked everywhere, but I don't know where he is! He's just gone!" I lean over and pat Neville on the back and say, "Don't worry mate, you'll find him, hey why don't I help you look? We'll see if we can't spot him together."　

After reassuring him I led the way to the door and we searched for the errant toad together, just like old times.　

Evan:　
I watched as Harry led Neville away and Ron said bluntly, "A toad? Why get fussed about that? If I'd brought a toad I certainly wouldn't have kept it too long after getting on the train. Though, I can't really say much since I brought Scabbers along with me."　

Ron pulled out a plump gray rat from his jacket pocket and placed him onto his lap. I just nodded in acknowledgement but Hermione huffed indignantly.　

"That's a very rude thing to say behind someone's back! I bet to Neville, Trevor is a wonderful pet, no matter the species! Your arrogance isn't very becoming, you know, I think I'll go help find the toad too, and if I were you I would get changed soon, we'll be in the Hogsmeade Station sooner than you might think." Hermione then leaves and silence fills the compartment.　

Ron spoke in a stage whisper, "Don't know who she thinks she is, talking to me like that. She's　certainly a　bossy　sort of girl. So what if I think having a toad is a little useless, it's a free country I think whatever I want to think, right?"　

"Neville's my friend, has been forever, so I don't really like you making fun of him either, but you're right to think whatever you want to think. It's your own opinion, like you said." I say with a slight edge in my voice.　

Ron looked at me uneasily and we fell into an uncomfortable silence until I braved it to say, "So you've four siblings, right?"　

Ron looked relieved that I'm still talking to him but answered somewhat gloomily as he talked about his family.　

"No, six. Bill is the oldest and he's living in Africa as Curse-breaker for Gringotts, and Charlie's in Romania studying dragons there. You've seen Percy, he's a first year Prefect this year and Fred and George like pulling pranks but everyone still thinks they're really clever and funny. Ginny's too young for Hogwarts until next year, but even without her, what ever I do here it won't be anything new or exciting; Bill was head boy in his day, Charlie was the Quidditch captain, so what do I have left? Having the most detentions? Getting the best grades? Fred and George probably get the most detentions and Percy studies really hard so that he can graduate and get into the Ministry, so nothing new with having high scores either."　

"All of my brother and parents all were or currently are Gryffindors, so if I'm one it'll be just the same, but I'm not sure what I'd say to my mum and dad if I got into Slytherin or Hufflepuff. Fred and George would never let me live either of them down; they're always calling Hufflepuffs a bunch of duffers and You-know-who came out of Slytherins, so that's not a very good house to come out of either."　

Ron finished looking much smaller than how he first appeared to me, but I couldn't think of anything to say that would make him feel better since the only experience that was anything remotely similar to his was what Harry must feel about having a twin brother as the boy-who-lived.　

Luckily just about this time the door opened again and the trolley lady pushed up her cart, asking if we wanted anything from the tray full of wizarding sweets. Ron shook his head glumly and tipped a hand to the corned beef sandwich his mother had given to him before he left the station.　

I, on the other hand, grabbed all Harry's and my favourites, plus ones that I thought Ron might like while we waited for the boys to come back with or without Trevor.　

So I bought about the whole cart and dumped the burden on the seat beside me and quickly grabbed a few Chocolate Frog and munch on that while we wait.

"Hungry?" Ron asked, eyeing Bertie Bott's Every Flavour Beans wistfully.

"Just getting a few of our favourites," I said pointing to Harry's trunk. "You're welcome to have something if you've got a mind to."　

Later, when Harry and Neville returned unsuccessful in procuring Trevor's location, we're still working on our sweets when we got some unwelcome visitors.　

"Well, well, if it isn't the pansy Potters'. Did Daddy come out of his hole he lives in and let you two out on your own? Shouldn't you two be locked up somewhere? I know from personal experience of your volatile moods, and fraternising with blood traitor Purebloods is another thing you shouldn't, but always seem to be doing," Draco Malfoy said with his usual arrogant smirk.　

"Really Potter, you must keep better company at Hogwarts. A Longbottom and a Weasley? Oh, how the mighty fall, what next? Giants and Werewolves? There's no need to list Mudbloods since your father al…" I was so angry I could feel mine and Harry's rage growing larger and larger until I thought we – or something, just might explode.　

When he started in on our parents that was the last straw, then I was so mad I did something that surprised but pleased me too, because all of sudden I was on top of him and got in one good punch to his scrawny little face and the next thing I know is that I'm being pulled away by Vincent Crabbe and I'm pleased to see that I've successfully punched Malfoy's nose and it's bleeding profusely. Yes!　

Harry also must have jumped at Malfoy because he's being held in a half nelson by Goyle and nursing a bloody lip.　

Wha'd you do? I asked as I struggle in vain, trying to get out of Crabbe's grip.　

Tell you later!　

"Wha'd do punch me for?" Really, Malfoy, must you ask?

"Well, let's see, shall we?" I said sarcastically. "First you mock my father and insult my friends, next you tell us whom we can or cannot befriend and then, if that's not bad enough you insult not just one, but both of our parents. You don't need to be a genius to know that that's not a very smart thing to do when you're in their compartment with their friends. Obviously I didn't punch you hard enough since you felt the need to ask what you did wrong!"　

Harry and I both were released when Malfoy called off his guard dogs, and we glared at Draco Malfoy for a long moment. Every occupant in the compartment was frozen in place. I noted that Ron and Neville were both half standing, they must have both half rose to stop Harry and I from jumping on Malfoy. All the better for us that they didn't.　

"Want to get another punch in the nose, Malfoy?" Harry said, despite knowing that Crabbe alone was bigger and stronger than Harry and I put together. Who cared at this point, he insulted us and our family!　

"Jus' wai'd Potter! Oo'll regre'd this, Oo'll see!"　

Draco stepped behind his "buddies" and I watched him as Harry added, "Wow, Malfoy, I'm shaking, but forgive me for saying that you don't seem too intimidating standing behind your boulders you call friends with a bloodied up nose. Don't forget that this is our compartment so why don't you go slithering back to your soon-to-be Slytherin groupie and leave us alone!"　

Thankfully they went without another fight and we're left in peace.　

"That was awful what that git said to you," Ron said when we all sat back down. "Really uncalled for, what're you going to do to him to get him back?"　

Hey Evan, Harry thought to me with an evil look that shows up whenever he's planning a masterpiece prank. What do you think about having a prank war with the Weasley twins? The victim will of course be Malfoy, so what do you say?　

I say, the sooner the better, I grinned back at him and our smiles widened when we heard Neville groan in dismay.　

Much later, after Harry and I had our mental prank discussion, we emerged from the train into Hogsmeade station and headed to our favourite Hogwarts grounds keeper, Rubeus Hagrid.　

Hagrid bellowed above the noise of the students and informed us to follow him. We all huddled in a group, trying not to get squished or trampled by all of the older Hogwarts students and successfully moved away from the others onto a steep descending pathway narrowing the farther we travelled on it.

Hagrid announced that we would be seeing the castle soon, and it was as we rounded a particularly thick cluster of trees that I finally spotted Hogwarts and I gasped in amazement. The castle was more than anything I've ever tried to imagine. Too many turrets and towers to count and the grandness of it all almost stopped me from breathing, but thankfully Hagrid broke my trance as he instructed us to get into the boats.　

Over the mingled whispered conversation Hagrid was easily heard telling us 'four to a boat'. At which Harry, Neville, Ron and I all climbed in together and when everyone was settled Hagrid shouted, "FORWARD!"　

The boats glided off and we're carried through the lake. We watched in awe as we got closer to the castle and then we drifted into an opening in the cliff face. We bumped softly into an underground harbour and clambered out of our boats.　

Suddenly Hagrid's loud voice filled the small harbour as he's checking the boats, "Anyone lost a toad?"　

"Trevor!" Neville shouted. He quickly ran over to Hagrid and grabbed the misbehaving toad, thanking Hagrid profusely. Hagrid led us away from the boat and to a large, oak front door.　

"Everyone accounted for?" Hagrid asked as he counted us silently and then he's knocking loudly on the door, which was promptly opened by a severe looking woman.

A/N: So many things are changed already and it's only chapter 4! What did you think of Evan punching Draco? Great, horrible or confusing? The reason no ones mentioned his nose is because Draco wouldn't have been caught dead with blood running down his face and clothes, so he's cleaned up and changed his robes so… is Draco mad? Oh, yes... will he get his revenge? Just wait and see! *wink*

~bkwrmgrl87

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If you have any suggestions on Pranks, please PM me and I'll take all the help I can get! Thank you!