Chapter 4
Harry yawned as he walked into the Great Hall. It was early morning, a little over an hour before classes started. He slumped down into a seat at the Ravenclaw table. He grabbed a cup of black tea and sipped at it. He wore his Hogwarts uniform along with his usual dark gray scarf.
He felt someone tap his shoulder. Thinking it was Terry, Harry growled in annoyance.
"Go away," he hissed. "I'm not in the mood."
"Is that any way to talk to your own brother?"
Harry blinked in surprise and turned just in time to see Alex sit next to him.
"I thought you were someone else," Harry said.
Alex rolled his eyes as he grabbed some toast and put strawberry jam on it. Alex looked over and raised an eyebrow, eyeing Harry's tea.
"Is that all you're going to have?" he asked. "I know you didn't eat anything last night."
"Since when do you care about my health?" Harry asked.
"Even I think your eating habits are concerning," Alex said.
"Something's wrong with you. You're never this nice to me...or anyone for that matter," Harry said.
"No I'm not," Alex agreed. "You're the only one I can tolerate."
"Not even father?"
"I tolerate him too, but much less so," Alex admitted. "I just follow his orders."
Harry hummed as he took a sip from his tea.
"So why are you at the Ravenclaw table?" he asked.
"I prefer your company to those idiots from Slytherin," Alex said.
Harry touched a hand to his heart.
"I feel so honored," he said, slightly sarcastically.
Alex glared at him. Harry snickered slightly. He hissed in pain as Alex hexed him.
"That hurt," Harry grumbled.
"Then shut up," Alex muttered.
Alex finished his toast.
"This is a waste of time," he said.
"Sitting here or being at the school?" Harry asked, digging through his bookbag for a book.
"Being here," Alex replied.
Harry found the book he wanted and pulled it out.
"You know full well what we're doing here," he said. "Father sent us here for a reason. We already know each subject, having been trained in them since we were old enough to walk and talk. Therefore, we have more time to gather information."
"I suppose you're right," Alex said. "It does not mean I like it though."
"Suck it up," Harry said. "I dislike it even more than you do."
"Oh yes, I forget that you love to spend all your time cooped up in that lab of yours," Alex said.
Harry rolled his eyes as he opened his book to a specific page and began reading. After a few minutes of silence, Alex leaned in towards Harry.
"Harry," Alex whispered.
Harry looked up slightly.
"You deal with finding father's you-know-what. I'll take care of the other stuff," Alex muttered.
"You sure?" Harry breathed out.
Alex gave a tiny nod.
"If you find out anything, tell me. But focus on finding it," he whispered.
Harry nodded once in acceptance.
"Fine," he said.
Alex pulled away. More students began coming into the Great Hall. Soon, the heads of the houses were handing out the schedules. Flitwick came back.
"Hello Mister Evans...and Mister Evans," Flitwick exclaimed cheerfully.
The short professor handed Harry his schedule. A few minutes later, Snape walked over and gave Alex his schedule.
"In the future, please sit at your designated table, Mister Evans," Snape said stiffly.
"My apologies for the confusion, professor," Alex said, not sounding sorry at all. "I wanted to see how my twin was doing; that is all."
Snape stared him for a few more seconds before walking away, his black cloak billowing out behind him.
Alex looked at his schedule, not noticing Harry staring after Snape. Harry's eyes narrowed slightly as he watched Snape finish handing out schedules to the rest of the Slytherins.
"Looks like most of my classes are with the Gryffindors," Alex said. "What about you?"
Harry looked down at his schedule.
"Most of mine are with the Hufflepuffs," he said. "We have Flying together though."
Alex groaned.
"I never did like flying. Not to mention, the worst person is teaching it," he muttered this last part.
Harry giggled at his brother's irritation.
"Shut up," Alex said. "I'll hex you again."
Harry only smiled.
"Let's go find our classes," he said. "I memorized the map."
Alex grabbed his bookbag and stood up. The twins exited together.
Harry walked to lunch with the other Ravenclaws. Two of the other first years, Terry and Padma, had decided they were Harry's friends and stuck to him, despite what Harry did to get rid of them.
"Harry, you're so good at Charms. Can you help me with the homework?" Terry asked. "Please?!"
"Sure, whatever," Harry said.
"Thanks!" Terry exclaimed.
Harry saw Alex and perked up.
"Alex!" he called.
Alex looked over and made to walk over. A first year Slytherin caught his sleeve and spoke softly. Alex scoffed and shoved the Slytherin off his arm and walked over to Harry.
"What?" he asked.
"Can I sit with you for lunch?" Harry asked.
"Sure," Alex said. "Better you than those nosy idiots. Which table?"
"Doesn't matter, but I don't think your buddies like me very much," Harry said, biting his lip.
"So this is your twin," Terry said. "I'm Terry Boot."
"Padma Patil," Padma said, smiling kindly in greeting.
"Alex Evans," Alex said curtly.
"Uh oh, your friends are coming over," Harry said, stifling a smirk.
Alex sighed under his breath in irritation.
"Alex, what are you doing, hanging out with these guys?" a Slytherin asked. "You're supposed to stick with those in your house."
"Not really," Padma said. "You can hang out with anyone you want."
"I wasn't talking to you," the Slytherin said.
"How come this Ravenclaw looks like you?" a second Slytherin asked, studying Harry.
Alex glared at them with icy cold blue eyes, making them step back slightly from the intensity.
"This is my twin brother, Harry," he said. "Am I not allowed to associate with my twin?"
"Your twin?" a third Slytherin asked. "You two look identical...except for the eyes."
"Can we just go eat lunch now?" a fourth Slytherin asked, sounding a little annoyed.
"Are you coming Alex?" the first Slytherin asked.
"No," Alex said. "I'm going with my twin."
Without waiting for the other Slytherins to reply, Alex grabbed Harry's wrist and dragged the younger twin into the Great Hall. They sat down at the end of the Ravenclaw table.
"They're so annoying sometimes," Alex said, eye twitching slightly.
Harry sighed as he piled vegetables onto a plate and put it in front of his twin.
"Just eat your vegetables," he said.
Alex bit into a green bean.
"Eat something," he said.
"I wouldn't want to freak people out with my carnivore appetite," Harry said, drinking a cup of pumpkin juice.
"Eat something or I'll shove this entire plate down your throat," Alex said.
"Keep your rabbit food away from me," Harry said.
Alex snorted as he took another bite. Harry grabbed some meat from nearby platters and ate it reluctantly. His lip curled in slight disgust as the cooked meat hit his tongue.
"Not raw enough for you?"
Harry put down his fork.
"Maybe," he said.
"Just call a house elf and ask for a plate of rarely cooked meat," Alex muttered.
Harry snapped his fingers and a house elf appeared.
"Hello, how can I help you?" the house elf asked in a high pitched voice.
"Can I get a plate of barely cooked meat? Make sure there is a little bit of blood on it still," Harry requested.
"Of course," the house elf said perkily.
The house elf disappeared in a crack and appeared a second later with a plate. Harry took the plate.
"Thank you," he said.
The house elf smiled brightly before disappearing in another crack. Harry attacked the bloodied meat. The other Ravenclaws looked disgusted.
"I think I lost my appetite," one said, looking green.
Alex remained unfazed as the twins finished eating. Harry licked the blood off his fingers.
"Use a napkin, idiot," Alex said.
Harry made a face at him as he reached for a napkin. He cleaned off his pale slender fingers.
"What's your next class?" Harry asked.
"Herbology," Alex said.
"Transfiguration for me," Harry said.
Harry pouted.
"Why do I have to go to that class? I'm already really good at that subject," he grumbled.
"Deal with it," Alex said. "It just means minimal effort for you."
"It also means it's going to be boring," Harry exclaimed.
They walked out of the hall. Harry yawned and stretched. He adjusted his scarf to cover more of his neck.
"Aren't you hot with that thing on?" Alex asked.
"No," Harry said. "Even if I was hot, I still wouldn't take it off. This scarf means a lot to me. It's the only thing you've given me."
"You find it that important? It's so old though. It's literally falling apart," Alex said.
"But Alex, you handmade it just for me! Of course I'm going to keep it on at all times. You're never nice to me anymore." Harry exclaimed.
"Let's just get to class before I do something I'll regret later," Alex said, looking away.
"Like what?"
"Like kill you for good," Alex grumbled.
"You know, you're always saying that, but you never go through with it," Harry said, holding up a finger.
Alex glared at him murderously, his hand twitching towards his wand. Harry laughed nervously and backed away.
"Forget what I said," he said.
"You have a death wish?" Alex hissed.
Harry laughed again, smiling innocently.
"Of course not~" he said smoothly. "Just stating the truth, dear brother."
Alex clenched his fists tightly. Harry turned on his heel to escape to his next class. He only took one step forward before crashing into someone. Harry grunted as he was knocked backwards. He landed on the ground, his bookbag thankfully not spilling everywhere.
"Oi! Watch where you're going!" a familiar voice exclaimed.
Harry looked up to see Eric Potter with his two friends.
"Hey, it's you! You crashed into me at the bank too!" Eric exclaimed.
Harry stood up, dusting off his robes and adjusting his bookbag.
"It isn't nice to bump into people," he said.
"You're the one who bumped into me!" Eric exclaimed, pointing at him.
"Didn't your parents tell you that it was rude to point to people?" Harry asked, smirking slightly.
"Why you-
Hermione and Ron had to hold their friend back from lunging at Harry. Harry giggled behind his hand.
"Eric mate, he isn't worth it," Ron said. "Let's just go."
Eric took a few deep breathes to calm down.
"My, my, you certainly have anger issues, Potter," Harry said. "Maybe you should go to anger management."
Eric started forward again, his face red with anger.
"Eric! Stop it!" Hermione exclaimed, grabbed Eric's arm.
"Well if he gets anger that easily, he definitely needs anger management," Harry said, giggling.
"Damn you Evans! You'll pay for that!" Eric shouted.
"Eric!" Hermione exclaimed. "You can't get into another fight! You already have one detention!"
"Ooh, troublemaker~" Harry sang. "Detention already? And on the first day! So naughty Potter~"
Harry danced out of Eric's reach as the other boy lunged at him. Alex suddenly appeared out seemingly nowhere, startling the three Gryffindors. Alex grabbed Harry by the arm.
"Quit antagonizing him Harry," Alex said. "I will not be late to class because you decided to have some fun."
Harry pouted.
"Killjoy," he grumbled.
Alex rolled his eyes as he dragged Harry away.