I do not own Harry Potter

I do not own Harry Potter

This is rare for me folks as I almost never answer reviews but this one asked some decent questions that I should have addressed

Shinigami... It will only follow canon somewhat, I mean it isn't canon at all if you think about the fact that Harry has a twin. As to their ages well considering they were born in 1980 and it is 1983...date not to be specified yet...giggles. They are 3 years old. As to everything else... Well can't tell you. Have to read.

Chapter 4

Hogwarts

Three weeks later...

Albus was pacing his office as thoughts of that night roam through his mind. Normally he would never condone a time turner use except for daily purposes as he and Minerva had only allowed students they believe could handle it use them. Last one having been Lily Potter, the red headed woman had turned out to not only be exceptionally bright.

But the mother of the savior...whose older self now rests within the Hogwarts wing under Madame Pomphrey. The bruises and everything on the youth's body had been evidence of several painful curses and tortures. But that is not what bugs him...

They...lost?

It can't be true what the boy said. Hogwarts gone? And his entire fault?

This truly bothered him and Albus found himself pacing. Ever since he had convinced the Potters to give up Harry, the dark haired boy of the twins, Lily had refused to speak to him. James only barely and when he did it was only because he summoned James on the Order's behalf. Which even now was few and far between, and he had not seen them at all nor their child since Harry was taken.

They had not forgiven him, for making them do so. But the fact that he had dark magic emanating from his body like Voldemort's still after all these years? Where Alex didn't? He was right in what he had them do. Even if it had cost him their friendship...

Lost in his musings, he became alert as the sound of the Hospital bell alerted him. The Fire crackling he looks to see Madame Pomphrey's head within. The features on her face, pure and full of panic, she looks up at Albus with something akin to fear.

"Albus! The boy! He's gone!"

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Earlier...

Alexander came to with an amazing headache the size of England roaring through his mind. Still considering he just survived going back in time further then anyone else, well who could blame him.

Looking around, he found himself in a bed in what apparently seems to be the hospital wing at Hogwarts. Beside him a young girl no more then 11 was staring at him with a confused expression on the bed beside his own.

"Who are you?" She asked with a curious gaze as her hair turned a rapid shade of pink. Dressed in the colors of Hufflepuff, it could only be one Nymphadora Tonks.

"Someone, you won't know for a while." He croaked out. Cringing in pain as he tried to sit up, the young girl helps him as best she can and he gives her a squeeze on her shoulders in appreciation.

"You know you really should not be getting up Mister."

"I know...tell me what day is it? He whispered in pain. "I must know."

"Uh I think it's Tuesday?"

Giving a small smile, he could not help but laugh. A pleased expression crossing the little girl's features, it turns into one of confusion as he speaks again. "No...I need the month, day, and year Tonks."

Puzzled, Tonks's hair turns blue with confusion. "It's October 3, 1983."

"God I hope I am not to late...please...I have to stop it...I have to get him out."

"Who?"

"My brother...the Headmaster did something wrong."

"Like what?"

"I can't tell you..." He said quietly. "And to be sure he doesn't...try to read you for anything."

Suspicious and wary look crossing her features Alex realizes his error as she is about to scream, he forgot about the fact where he was." Clutching his hand over the little girl's mouth quickly, he winces as she bites down. "Forgive me..." Holding up his wand in a free hand, he points it to her head. "Obliviate."

Going into a daze, the little girl passes out upon the bed. Reluctant to do anything else, Alex lies her down upon the bed she was sitting upon. Noticing some nearby basic potions he breathes a sigh of relief as he reaches for one he recognizes. Feeling weak, he is glad that as he chugs it down, the strength replenishes works it magic upon his tired body.

Empty as he places it on the stand, Alex manages to stand up, just in time to hear a quiet sobbing plea, in the back of his mind. One that he is stunned as he has not heard it for a long time, and now in the past and knowing the day it is...

"My god...all that time...all those bad dreams...it was you Harry. You were crying out for me." He whispered in pain as the memories given to him by his brother in the future and the pleas that he hears begin to make sense.

Hurt...Awex...hurt

Harry? Harry hold on I'm coming! Where are you?!

Hurt...

I'm coming Harry...this time I promise. I won't fail you.

Hoping that memories of all that Harry implanted in him were still true, Alex raced out the hospital doors faster then anyone can blink and before a younger Madame Pomphrey can stop him. Students confused to say the least at the rushing figure running between them. They eventually ignore him and go about their business.

Minutes later... outside the grounds, Alexander apperates and hopes to God the memories of what his brother had unfortunately shared with him are right.

Still weak though, he emerges outside the Dursley residence, thanking God that he was old enough to no longer have a traceable wand. An almost hateful gaze crosses his features. The memories his brother had shared about his so called loving Aunt and Uncle were horrible.

Striding to the door, he did not need to bring out his wand as it opened all on its own

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Godric's Hollow

Lily Potter was quiet and alone with her thoughts as Alex lay sleeping beside her. Clutching onto two stuffed toys in his arms, she wished so much that one of them was with its rightful owner.

How she longed to hold her precious little Harry, whose stag was clutched tightly in Alex's arms. Ever since Dumbledore had made her and James give him up, for someone else to love him. They had done what they could to continue living as if everything was normal.

But it wasn't as Alex whimpered and started to fuss in his sleep.

Happening a lot lately, she was worried if maybe giving in to Dumbledore was the wrong idea. Even if Alex was the savior, would he not be stronger with Harry beside him? Regardless if he was supposedly holding him back or whatever lame excuse, that neither she nor James can remember he gave?

Siblings were stronger together as before the big fight, Petunia and she had been close. The thin blonde had protected her younger sister despite the weird things that happened around them.

"Mummy...hurt..."

"Oh pumpkin..." She whispered softly as she cuddled him tight, distracted by his whimpering she holds on to him tightly as if to keep him with her. To make up for not having his brother in her arms as well as himself. The little boy struggling to be free as he tries to keep speaking, Lily does not here him when he speaks again as she is once again lost in painful and yet at the same time happy memories.

"Mummy...Harry hurt!"

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It is said that among twins a bond is formed and in due amounts of stress... They can hear the cries of pain of the other