The Missing Twin
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So, I don't own Harry Potter...Damn.
Note: For those who said that Sirius Black is Bradley's father, you're correct. And I'm going to be writing Elio as Eli for the story from this point on. His name's still the same though.
Previously...
The train soon stopped. By then, Elio and Lyra had changed into their uniforms and left their compartment with Bradley, who refused to put his book away.
Elio ended up bumping into a boy who was about an inch shorter than him. He had unruly black hair.
"Sorry," Elio said to the boy, who turned to look at him. He had a pair of glasses, bright green eyes, and a peculiar scar on his forehead.
"That's alright."
The boy turned then and left. Elio couldn't help but feel a bit of déjà vu when he saw the color of the boy's eyes. Why did he feel that way?
1 September, 1991
Elio "Eli" Roux's in a boat with Lyra Malfoy and Bradley "Don't Call Me Brad" Holmes. Lyra's arguing with Bradley over his tie, which was still on his head.
"It needs to be around your neck, Bradley!"
"I prefer it around my head, thank you very much!"
"Honestly, how has your mother not killed you yet?"
"I could ask your mother the same bloody thing!"
"How is it you two are friends if you argue so much?" Elio questions. Lyra looks at him, while Bradley simply tightens his tie.
"We're both outcasts in our family," Lyra responds with. "I'm borderline on being a blood traitor, according to my father, and Bradley here is a half-blood who routinely tries to murder my brother."
"I only try to murder your brother because he never seems to learn his lesson from the last time," Bradley says as he stares up at the castle. "And I don't have friends."
"Then what does that make me?"
"You're-
"-His friend," Lyra cuts her cousin off. "We may have only known you for a few hours, but you're his, sorry our friend." She nodded towards Bradley. "This moron here doesn't like to admit that he has emotions like everyone else."
Eli only nods as they get closer to the school.
The insanely tall man who had led them to the school left them with McGonagall. She looked stern.
"The firs' years, Professor McGonagall," said Hagrid.
"Thank you, Hagrid. I will take them from here."
McGonagall led them inside.
"Welcome to Hogwarts," the woman tells them. "The start of..."
That was when Eli chose to block out the woman's speech. He couldn't help but stare at everything around him. There were moving paintings on the walls.
It isn't until Lyra taps him on the shoulder does Eli focus back in.
"What house do you think you'll be in, Eli?"
Eli shrugged. He had read about Hogwarts four houses, Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff, and Slytherin. He just didn't know which one he would be put in. He didn't see himself as brave, so Gryffindor probably wouldn't be for him. He was smart, but enough for Ravenclaw? He liked to see himself as friendly, but was that enough for Hufflepuff? He was sort of clever, but spending the last few hours with Bradley Holmes, he clearly wasn't as clever as he'd like to think. "I don't know. What about you?"
Lyra frowned. "My entire family's been in Slytherin, but I don't like associating myself with them."
"So don't," Bradley says from the ground. He's sitting with his legs crossed, reading The Hobbit. "You've forgotten about my father, Lyra. He was in Gryffindor."
"Yeah," Lyra says awkwardly. Eli noted that Bradley's father wasn't something you casually mentioned. "But that didn't really change much about our family, did it?"
"Apparently not."
It didn't take long for McGonagall to return. She scowled at Bradley, who was still on the ground, with his tie wrapped around his head.
"Young man," she said to the boy, who didn't look up from his book. "Please pick yourself up from the ground, and put your tie around your neck."
"In a moment, Bilbo's meeting Gollum."
Lyra glances at Eli, who understands. They both grab Bradley by his arms and pull him up. Lyra attempts to pull Bradley's tie off of him, but he moves out of her way every time she lunges forward. Eventually, Lyra gives up and stands behind Eli when they get in line. Bradley's in front of him. They're near the end of the line.
The Great Hall was a magnificent sight. Above everyone was what seemed like an endless amount of floating candlesticks, which were lit under the night sky. He knew from one of his books, Hogwarts, A History, that the ceiling was bewitched to look like the sky outside.
"Do you know how we're sorted?" Lyra whispers to Eli, who shakes his head. "There's a Sorting Hat that looks inside our heads. Picks out our personalities."
"The only real thing you get out of that hat is head lice," Bradley muttered in front of them. Eli has to bite his tongue to prevent laughter, while Lyra rolls her eyes with a bemused smirk on her face.
They eventually stop walking. McGonagall brings out a four-legged stool that has an ancient looking hat on it.
There was silence all around until the Sorting Hat opened its mouth and started to sing.
"Oh, you may not think I'm pretty,
But don't judge on what you see,
I'll eat myself if you can find
A smarter hat than me.
You can keep your bowlers black,
Your top hats sleek and tall,
For I'm the Hogwarts Sorting Hat
And I can cap them all.
There's nothing hidden in your head
The Sorting Hat can't see,
So try me on and I will tell you
Where you ought to be.
You might belong in Gryffindor,
Where dwell the brave at heart,
Their daring, nerve, and chivalry
Set Gryffindors apart;
You might belong in Hufflepuff,
Where they are just and loyal,
Those patient Hufflepuffs are true
And unafraid of toil;
Or yet in wise old Ravenclaw,
If you've a ready mind,
Where those of wit and learning,
Will always find their kind;
Or perhaps in Slytherin
You'll make your real friends,
Those cunning folks use any means
To achieve their ends.
So put me on! Don't be afraid!
And don't get in a flap!
You're in safe hands (though I have none)
For I'm a Thinking Cap!"
Applause is heard all around the room. Eli just stares at the hat in amazement.
"When I call your name, you will put on the hat and sit on the stool to be sorted," Eli hears McGonagall say. "Abbott, Hannah!"
Eli watches as a girl with blonde pigtails makes her way up the stairs. She sits on the stool and the Sorting Hat is lowered on to her head.
"HUFFLEPUFF!"
Eli watches as student after student gets called up until he hears Bradley's name being called.
"Holmes, Bradley!"
Eli hears fierce whispering as Bradley, who's hidden his book in his robes, walks up to the stool. He still has his tie stubbornly around his head, which doesn't appear to be helping him when it comes to the other students.
"What a weirdo."
"Isn't he Sirius Black's son?"
"Must be like his father, hopefully, he won't give Harry Potter a hard time."
Eli's confused by this, he looks at Lyra, who's too busy glaring at everyone else to notice.
If Bradley heard what was being said, he didn't make any indication of it. He sat on the stool and he stayed for a good seven minutes before the Hat shouted out his house.
"RAVENCLAW!"
Bradley calmly takes the Hat, places it on the stool, and walks towards the Ravenclaw table, ignoring anyone who was clapping for him.
Elio saw a look of relief pass over the Malfoy twins, though it was probably for different reasons.
Eventually, Lyra's brother is called up.
"Malfoy, Draco!"
The Hat was barely on his head when it shouted "SLYTHERIN!"
Smirking, Draco took the Hat off, glanced briefly at his sister, and made his way towards the Slytherin table. Eli saw him sit with the two boys he had been with earlier.
"Malfoy, Lyra!"
Lyra momentarily looked at Eli before making her way up to the stool. She placed the Sorting Hat over her head and waited.
After what felt like an eternity, the Sorting Hat made its decision.
"RAVENCLAW!"
A wave a shock flies throughout the room, though it doesn't stop anyone from clapping. Lyra smiles as she makes her way over to Bradley, who only gives off a slight nod of approval.
When the name, Potter, Harry, was called on, people started whispering just as much as they had when Bradley's name was called.
"Potter, did she say?"
"The Harry Potter?"
It didn't take far too long for the Sorting Hat to sort Harry.
"GRYFFINDOR!"
Loud cheers erupted from the Gryffindor House. Eli could have sworn he heard two boys chanting "we got Potter!" several times.
"Roux, Elio!"
Eli looked up and he made his way towards the stool. He sat down and placed the Hat over his head.
"Well, well, well," Eli hears inside his head. "You are a tricky one, I see."
"How so?"
The Hat doesn't respond for a minute. "Awe, you're a bright young man, very bright indeed. Very open when it comes to new ideas, but quite stubborn. You're loyal to those you trust...but what is this? You're hiding something."
"No, I'm not!" Eli protests in his head.
"You are, young man," the Hat says. "You've got a past you want to remember, but you don't want to trouble others with. Your family. You don't want to hurt their feelings, but you want answers about your past. Answers that they don't possess"
Eli doesn't say anything at this.
"Yes...I see now where you should go. I hope you find the answers you're seeking."
That's when Eli hears it.
"RAVENCLAW!"
When the food magically appeared in front of everyone, Eli knew better than to be in shock. Not after hearing a singing hat that is.
He piled his plate up a much food as he could. He saw Lyra snickering as she stared at her brother, who was sitting by a ghost that had a bunch of blood on him. Draco didn't appear to be thrilled about this.
"Had I gotten sorted into Slytherin, he would have made me switch seats with him," Lyra tells Eli as she takes a bite of her roasted potatoes.
"Why's that?" Eli questioned.
"He's sitting next to the Bloody Baron," Lyra told her new friend. "He's not pleasant to be around, from what I've heard."
"That, you are quite correct about, young lady," Lyra and Eli hear. They see a beautiful looking ghost. She was sitting next to Bradley, who was reading his book as he ate. "The Baron's not pleasant. Not in life, certainly not in death."
This makes Eli wonder if this ghost knew the Baron during her life. "I'm Eli Roux."
"Lyra Malfoy, and you're sitting next to my cousin, Bradley."
"You may call me the Grey Lady."
"That's not your real name though," Bradley says, not looking up.
The Grey Lady stares at Bradley. "No, it is not. Do not ask me for it either."
"No problem," Bradley nonchalantly replies with.
The Grey Lady frowns and turns away from Bradley as though she's been offended.
"If he's insulted you, don't take it personally," Lyra tells the Grey Lady. "He does that to everybody."
The Grey Lady only nods before floating away.
Eli's soon in his new bed. It's the first time he's ever been too far from home. It's odd.
Bradley's in the bed next to him. He's staring up, his tie's now wrapped around his wrist.
"Does it bother you that people think you're weird?" Eli questions Bradley.
"No, are you ever bothered when people ask about your biological parents?"
"Sometimes."
"Well, that's something you need to work on, huh?"
"I guess so."
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