Hey, so yeah. It's about an hour past 6, sorry for that, but I had an after-school thing:/ But better late than never!

He sat on a grey stone wall, dull with the erosion of polluted rain, with his knees to his chest and his face pressed into his thin elbows. The boy shook a few times, like he was hiccupping, but showed no other sign of the pain he was in. To any other passing by, the eleven year-old might have looked like he was resting. But Harry was crying.

So selfish, he thought as he lifted his damp face to the sky and wiped at his under-eye bags with a torn sleeve. I should be glad for him.

Aaron had been accepted to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Harry had as well; it was not, however, being celebrated.

The Potter family was in America to have fun. Specifically, a magical village in Michigan. It was a quaint little town with small homes made of bricks, wide room for playing, a few small children and one of the best broom makers in the world. Every broom the artist made was specially crafted. In fact, the most recent one was for a Keeper on the Harpies. That broom, nicknamed the Phoenix, was burnt red with fine black straw and a spiraled design for hand grips. It shimmered, it shone, and it was one-of-a-kind, much like the one Aaron would receive as a gift that day.

Yes, Artemis Montgomery was a genius. But she was unaware of the other twin, Harry. Aaron's father had been sure of that. There was no need for her to make two brooms.

A loud crack announced Lily, Aaron and James Potter, and Harry quickly scrubbed at his face with his ratty clothes before turning to face them with a wide grin.

"Harry!" Aaron shoved his broom, wrapped neatly in a thick canvas material, into Harry's face. "You would not believe how the workshop looked. There were so many brooms! Too bad you didn't get one," he said with a leer. "You should've gotten me a gift last July. Those chocolate frogs I gave you were expensive!"

Harry couldn't help but laugh. "You got them for free."

"Well, they looked expensive."

The younger boy shook his head slowly in amusement. He then turned to Lily and James. "So, are we going now? Home, I mean?"

James ruffled Harry's fine black hair, pressing his Quidditch-calloused palms into Harry's head painfully. "Not yet. Aaron and your mother are gonna go get some Muggle food from the next town over, and we're going hiking. Okay?"

Harry nodded jerkily. "O-okay."

Aaron slung his new broom over one shoulder. "See you, loser."

"Bye, Aaron," Harry responded, rolling his eyes.

James cuffed Harry on the side of his head. "Don't roll your eyes. It's rude!"

Harry looked down immediately, shuffling his feet.

Aaron waved a few times, as did Lily, before they Apparated away. Once Lily and Aaron were out of sight, James grabbed Harry's arm and began dragging him to the woods.

This is it. Harry swallowed. He's finally gonna kill me.

The young boy craned his head to look behind them, but his view of other people was soon obstructed by branches and almost-dying leaves.

After a few minutes had passed, James whirled around and stepped close to Harry. Too close. The child began to back up, but James continued to step closer until Harry's back was to a slender tree with rough bark.

"Listen." The man leaned down, hazel eyes dim in the shadows beneath the sapling. "If you fucking do anything, I will kill you. Don't talk to Aaron at Hogwarts. Don't think about him. And don't you dare try and become friends with him. Shut him out of your life. This way, he won't get hurt when he realizes what a disappointment you are."

"But we're twins…" Harry said feebly.

James slid his wand out from its holster with lightning speed, pressing it to Harry's neck. "I'm sorry? Could you, uh… could you say that again?"

The eleven year-old's eyes widened. "I…" James pressed the wand even harder into the boy's neck. "I-I'm sorry."

With a grin, James easily slid his wand back into the holster. "See, I thought you said that, but there's been a damn bug buzzing around my ear. America, you know? Can't even get an anti-insect ward up."

"…Yeah."

James stepped out from under the tree and glanced to the sky. "Looks like I might as well meet up with Aaron and Lily. Nothing else to do. Unless you'd like to say something else, that is."

Harry shook his head frantically. "Nothing, sir."

"That's what I thought."

James grabbed Harry's arm and spun around. The boy had become so used to this, however, that he didn't even vomit from the squished feeling as they landed in Potter Manor.

"Such a shame you were feeling sick," James sighed. "I suppose you'll be going to your room now, right?"

"Right away," Harry said to the floor.

"Dismissed."

Harry darted away to the sound of a Crack!

His room was across the hall from Aaron's, but the interiors looked completely different. Aaron's walls were a Gryffindor red covered in posters, and a mahogany bookshelf in one corner filled with Quidditch books, a few transfiguration ones, and memorabilia. Aaron's closet, too, was filled with incredibly fancy and many casual clothes too, and was walk-in.

Harry's walls used to be Gryffindor gold, but that had since dulled to a yellow. His closet was the same size as Aaron's, as the two rooms were identical (they were set up before James discovered twins could come from different fathers). However, his clothes were ratty and torn. Lily and Aaron hadn't minded, both easily placated with Harry's weak, 'I like them big'. James had always lurked in the background, glaring at the small boy before finally nodding at Harry's insistence he didn't need new clothes.

Hours passed, time spent reading a Charms book. The teachers would only cover simple things in the first year, but it never hurt to be prepared.

At around six, according to Harry's smashed analogue clock, Aaron knocked on his twin's door.

"You up? Wanna come play real quick with me 'nd Dad?"

"No."

"Come on, it'll be fun! You haven't even seen my new broom. She's gorgeous. I bet if you're nice they'll get you one too."

Harry dug the heel of his palms into his eyes. "Go away! I don't wanna talk to you!"

There was a pause before Aaron said, frostily, "Fine."

It was only after the heavy footsteps had faded that Harry allowed himself to cry for the second, but not last, time that day.

Haha, sort of a filler. Sorry for that! Anyway,:

What House should Harry be in?

Should he be Grey, Light, or Dark?

Who should he fall in love with?

Review your answer:) I'll set up some polls, too.

Thanks!

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