Hello readers! This is a bit of bi-polar chapter, just so you know. You'll understand after you read it.

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-Lucy Kent

Harry

Harry felt slightly hollow. He was in shock, he knew, and that was why his emotions weren't with him. He would think himself completely numb if it wasn't for the persistent pressure of Freya's forehead resting against his own. He tilted his head back to see her, and found her eyes tearing up. A small smile tugged the corner of his mouth at her caring nature. He grabbed her face with both of his hands and pulled her head down so that he could kiss her forehead. "I'm fine." He said, though it came out as a whisper. Her eyes shot to catch his and her tears began to fall.

Harry sighed, Freya had always been the one in touch with the... gentler emotions. He tugged her, and she stood and slipped onto his lap, her forehead pressed against the join of his shoulder and neck. Her arms wrapped around him, and he copied the motion. "This is all my fault." She whimpered. And Harry had to chuckle.

She leaned back and met him with a glare. "Freya, we both suffer from far too much Potter guilt." He explained. Her face seemed to lose some of the weight that seemed pressed on her.

Freya quirked a grin at him, before her face fell again. "I am a horrible person."

Harry felt a new shock fill him. He grabbed her upper arms and pushed her back. Dangerously, as he found, because she started to slip from his lap. He adjusted the angle. Freya released the tight hold she had on his upper arms. "Why?" Harry asked her.

She looked confused for a moment, the sentiment had probably been flushed away by the panic. But her face was filled with guilt once more and she spoke softly, so Harry had to lean in to hear her. "I am happy." Harry leaned back with his brow furrowed. She watched him, panic resting behind her eyes. He didn't understand. But slowly, he started to. She took a deep breath and then pulled her to him in a tight hug. He didn't say anything. He couldn't, his own loss was making her happiness seem harsh. But he did understand it.

Eventually she calmed down, and Harry opened his eyes as she leaned back. She shot an apologetic smile at him, and he accepted it, smiling back at her. But then the sound of a woman clearing her throat, caused them both to look over at McGonagall. If the woman noticed the same expressions of apology in the faces, she didn't mention it. Nor did she mention their obvious similarities. Instead she said, "Ms. Potter. I am sorry to interrupt... but what did bring you to Hogwarts today?"

Freya slipped from his lap and turned to face the Headmistress. Harry felt his blood returning to him, and worried that if he stood, he would soon fall again. "Well Headmistress, the thing is..." Freya peaked at him in question, and Harry nodded. Freya turned forward again. "Harry and I were actually coming her to speak to Professor Trelawney..." Freya hesitated, and Harry reached out and grabbed her hand once more. Freya didn't turn this time, but squeezed her thanks. McGonagall, of course, did not miss the movement. But she didn't comment on it. "We were here about something, that only Trelawney would have been able to answer."

"And that would be?"

Freya froze, and Harry knew that this part was up to him. Harry took a deep breath and stood, not releasing Freya's hand. He stood next to her, and smiled her way encouragingly, even though he was still a little upset at her admission. "My professor Trelawney got me here, I was hoping yours would know how to get back."

"Here?" McGonagall was studying Harry as though he were a bug. He shifted under her gaze uncomfortably, even as a grown man, it was darn near excruciating. But he lifted his hand and pushed his fringe back. McGonagall's eyes widened in shock. Her hand shot to her mouth and a soft "oh my" drifted their way.

Dropping the fringe, Harry stepped toward her and held out the hand that wasn't holding Freya. "It is wonderful to... see you Headmistress McGonagall. My name is Harry Potter."

McGonagall eyed Harry's hand as though it was something she had never been offered before. But then slowly she seemed to collect herself, stood a little taller, and took his hand. "It is very nice to meet you Mr. Potter. If you don't mind, I would prefer a more detailed explanation."

"Ah!" All three heads swerved to where the portrait of Professor Dumbledore rested. The man was eyeing Harry in excitement. "That is what she meant. It made no sense out of context..." Dumbledore began to mutter to himself.

"Dumbledore?" McGonagall prompted.

"Ah yes, well I was visiting dear sweet Sybil just a few days ago, it is so sad that she left so soon..." Dumbledore drifted off, staring into the corner of his frame. McGonagall cleared her throat and the man started. "What? Oh yes, well as I was saying, I had visited Sybil and while I was there she spoke of sights she had seen in her crystal ball earlier in the day. Fascinating stuff really. But then she paused and went to her tarot cards. She began to lay out a pattern that quite escaped me. I am far too confused with the present to truly understand the past. But then she let out a heavy sigh and came to sit next to the frame I had borrowed. She was very elusive about some of the details. But she spoke of a boy, a boy who looked like the girl. Who was the girl, but not. Said that her reflection had mentioned it to her, that the boy would be coming. She pointed to where the Mirror of Erised was sitting in her classroom. She had an odd attachment to the thing, and talked to it often."

Harry suddenly had an odd feeling in his stomach. He turned to Freya, and she looked at him and nodded that she understood. It was very similar to their own mirror. Harry began to wonder about his Trelawney's motivations for pushing him over. But before he could think on it too much, Dumbledore returned from his off topic trail.

"But as I was saying. She said that the boy would come. And when I saw the boy, because she assured me I would know him when I saw him, to tell him this. "Stay here and take care of her. You will return when things are set in place, and it is time. Don't fret." But then she excused herself to go to the loo, and I decided to go visit the dear Fat Lady." He chuckled. "She always did have a soft spot for me."

Harry groaned and fell back into his chair. Why did his life have to be filled with meddling folks who thought they knew better than him. Freya patted his shoulder in support, and Harry finally allowed himself to contemplate staying here. At the thought of spending real-time with Freya, Harry felt the first ounces of happiness about being here. He couldn't really be mad at her for being happy he had to stay. If their roles had been reversed, he would have been happy as well. His friends were well, and to a certain degree they were here as well. It would take a while to get used to being here. But it wasn't the worst that could have happened.

A vision of Freya tied up in the dungeon filled his mind. Determination filled him, and he decided to use the time to help Freya find those who had caught her, and make them regret ever messing with a Potter. Sudden worry filled Harry, Freya seemed to be acting as though nothing was wrong, but she had be violated on a few days ago. Harry looked up at her, and was surprised to find her talking to McGonagall about something. Harry didn't really care to pay attention, but watched her. He saw her fidget, watch all the shadows, and the dark circles under her eyes. He felt like an idiot. The signs of her holding back her fear and pain at that situation had been there the whole time. But he had been too absorbed in his own stuff to notice.

He knew with a firm conviction, that he would play the older brother. He would protect her with everything he had in him. She wouldn't suffer like that as long as he could keep her from it. He felt his need to save people rise up in him, but it was tinted a new shade, as this wasn't just a stranger, or a friend. This truly was his family. The same blood flowed through them. The same pain marked them. The same gifts filled them. Harry inadvertently slipped into parseltongue. "I want my sister."

Freya froze and turned to look at him. Her eyes were wide, but it wasn't with fear as most would. Because she had understood what he had said. She responded in kind, "Are you sure? I mean who knows..."

"Yes."

"And you forgive my happiness?"

"Yes."

Freya's eyes filled with tears again. But they were happy tears this time, and she jumped to hug him. Harry held her close and felt his own heart begin to beat erratically. He was going to have a family. A real family. He looked up to see McGonagall a little put out, no doubt from Harry's interruption, but Harry addressed her anyway. "Headmistress, would you be willing to perform a blood adoption ceremony right now? In the form of twin's bond?"

McGonagall looked shocked and a bit derailed. She closed her open mouth with a snap and eyed him with suspicion. But then she addressed Freya as the woman stood grinning at Harry. "Potter... Freya." Freya turned to look at the woman fully at the use of her first name. "Is this something you want?"

"Oh more than anything!" Freya cried out. Than she watched McGonagall for a moment before bursting into laughter. "You thought I was in love with him!" Harry turned horrified eyes to Freya to make sure that she wasn't. It would be flattering and all, but the thought is worse than if Hermione had fallen in love with him. Freya turned toward him, and catching the look in his eye began to laugh a little harder. "I can't... I can't..." Freya covered her mouth and closed her eyes. A moment later she spoke again, even though her voice quivered with laughter. "Harry James Potter," Harry heard McGonagall take a sharp breath, but he ignored it, keeping his eyes on Freya. "I am, in no way, in love with you. No offense but the thought is a bit repulsive. That is like asking if I could fall in love with Ron!"

Harry couldn't help chuckling at that. Their similarities still surprising to him. Freya turned back to McGonagall. "I am sure you would like a better explanation, but here is a quick one. Harry is from... a dream. Kinda. But, he is real. He is also the closest thing I have ever had to having family, including Sirius." Harry flinched, the memory of Sirius still harsh after all these years. Freya shot him an apologetic smile before she continued. "I would like it very very much if you would perform a twin bonding on us. Now."

"Now?" McGonagall looked incredulous.

Freya looked at Harry for a moment, and he nodded agreeing with her sentiment. He wanted to be her twin now. "Now!" Freya affirmed.

"But... Potter... that's... it takes time to prepare..." McGonagall lost her calm way of talking and was babbling. It shattered Harry's childhood memory of her.

Freya just shook her head, "I have looking into it. It really isn't that hard! We only need the blood of both participants." Freya grabbed Harry's hand again and lifted it up with her own for McGonagall's perusal. "A binder." Freya dropped Harry's hand and gestured to McGonagall. "Witnesses." Freya used her hand to gesture to all the portraits around them that were watching in interest.

"I don't think..." McGonagall began.

"Portraits do count as witnesses, this was decided about two years ago in a case related to murder that I was in charge of." Freya shot down McGonagall's protest with a clean shot. Harry was impressed. "The only other thing we need is a blade of silver. That isn't really hard to get either." She gestured to the Sorting Hat, who was also watching in great interest.

McGonagall sighed. "I see you have you mind made up. I just wished I knew more about his gentlemen before you bound yourself to him."

"You will, hopefully, get plenty of time. But shall we begin? I would like to get home before dark." Harry smirked at her laid back tone that counteracted her earlier firm one. But it worked at keeping McGonagall from complaining, so the woman sighed and walked to the Sorting Hat to coax it to release the Sword of Gryffindor.

Freya at the meantime leaned closer to Harry. "Are you really really sure?"

"Yes! And if you ask me that again, I will show you how vindictive the Weasley Twins taught me to be to siblings!" Freya looked miffed, but nodded her head.

At this point McGonagall had returned to stand near them, although she was no longer sitting behind the desk, but standing before them. Harry took a moment to drink up the sight of his previous Head of House. He was glad she looked so healthy here, and felt a little sad for his lack of communication with is own McGonagall. But the woman gestured that he and Freya should stand roughly 4 feet from each other. With a flick of her hand, McGonagall lowered the blinds on her window and lit the candles so that the room was in a flickering and eerie glow. "You better be glad I know this one." The woman muttered, and Harry chuckled.

The woman lifted her wand and pointed it at the blade of the sword while she muttered in Latin. The blade began to glow a blood-red color. But then the woman turned to Harry, and he saw that same glow in her eyes. A shudder ran down his back, and when the woman spoke, he heard a male undertone. It gave him goosebumps. "State your name, and purpose."

Harry was glad he had read up on this bond a few months ago for a case, as had Freya, which allowed him to know what to say without any preparation. "My name is Harry James Potter. It is my intention to bind Freya Lillian Potter as twin and companion to myself. Bound by blood, spirit, and mind." McGonagall nodded her head, and brought the sword down softly to cut into Harry's outreached palm. When the blade was gone, a scabbed cut that looked a few days old sat in its place.

McGonagall turned to Freya. "State your name, and purpose."

If McGonagall's eyes bothered Freya, she didn't show it. "My name is Freya Lillian Potter. It is my intention to bind Harry James Potter as twin and companion to myself. Bound by blood, spirit, and mind." Freya held out her hand and had McGonagall cut into it as well.

"Now we must wait to confirm the bindings." Three sets of eyes watched the glowing blade. It faded from the blood-red to be a blinding white. "The bind of blood is complete." McGonagall announced. Neither Freya nor Harry mentioned the seconds that had passed for that. Far faster than normal. It took about five minutes for the next change. The white turned into the blue of a flame at its base. "The bind of spirit is complete." Three sets of eyes watched the blue, waiting. And waiting. Ten minutes later, nothing had happened. But after fifteen minute of waiting, the color quickly turned white again, than red, and then faded into the silver of the blade. Harry and Freya stared at it in shock as McGonagall announced, her voice filled with utter surprise. "The bind of mind, incomplete."

Freya

It was about five minutes after McGonagall's announcement that she found herself looking away from the blade. She had hoped it was a joke. She had never heard of a the first two bindings working, but the third failing. Her eyes met Harry's and his was filled with just as much shock. McGonagall was the last to recover, and her eyes faded back to its normal hue as the blade's tip dropped to the floor. She looked at the two twins. "I am sorry. The bind of mind is a failure. For whatever reasons, you will not be able to have a connection of mind, forged by magic. "

Harry was the first to recover fully. He walked up to Freya and pulled her into a tight hug. He whispered in their shared language. "Hello Twin Sister."

And Freya felt a flood of happiness fill her as she realize he was right. They had complete the bindings of blood and spirit. Even without the binding of mind, they were twins now. Forever. She wrapped her arms around him in return and began to squeeze him. The she whispered back. "Hello Twin Brother!" She squealed at that feeling.

But then suddenly, the emotion was overwhelming. She felt tears run down her face again, she was mildly repulsed by her own constant crying, but that didn't stop her from crying anyway. And words were slipping out of her mouth. Well, only one was really important. "I have a family. My family. Harry is my family." Harry was muttering similar feelings into her hair.

Suddenly her joy was too much to be contained between the two of them, so she let go of Harry and ran at McGonagall. The woman flinched for a moment, but relaxed when Freya pulled her into a tight hug. "Thank you, thank you thank you." The woman chuckled and patted Freya on the back. Freya let go of the woman and turned to find Harry standing a little awkwardly. As though he wanted to hug McGonagall too. Freya rolled her eyes, as she realized his 'manliness' was why he wasn't. She she ran and gave him another hug. As he twirled her around, she giggled in bliss and he started to chuckle. It was obviously contagious as McGonagall and all the portraits, except a few that were desperately trying to fight their smiles, were laughing with them.

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A few hours later, Freya and Harry left the Headmistress' office hand in hand. Their happiness was clear in their eyes, but the weight of the world had returned to their shoulders. After calming down a bit, Harry and Freya had explained everything to McGonagall, in more detail than they had told even Hermione, Ron, and Malfoy. The woman had seemed as though she wanted to not believe them. But it was hard when she kept seeing the identical scars on their foreheads.

After that conversation, McGonagall seemed to understand Trelawney's message to Harry as well. She had brought up a question, that hadn't been answered at the time, and still weighed on the new twins' minds. What was Harry going to do now? He had thought of being an Auror at first, but it would be difficult to get into the Auror department without his grades. McGonagall had suggested that Harry retake his O.W.L.s and N.E.W.T.s but Harry had shuddered his no thanks. Taking them once had been enough. But it was a question that McGonagall had left them with.

But they were now heading to Trelawney's classroom, where they were going to meet with a few other professors to plan Trelawney's funeral, the woman having no family left. That had dampened their happiness quite a bit more. The reminder that someone had died. So as they walked to the classroom, holding hands, they walked in silence.

When they arrived in the familiar classroom. The found three others already there. One of which was carefully packing away the crystal ball. Aurora Sinistra looked up from the box with a sad smile on her face. She nodded silently at the two at the door, her eyes lingering on the twos' hands. But she said nothing. Just returned to her task. Sitting at the table in the middle, drinking tea, was Neville and Luna.

Freya felt Harry shudder a little, and knew it was about something she hadn't seen. Probably how he had gotten there, considering the fact that this was the last place he had been in his own timeline. Neville looked up at them but his brow was furrowed at the sight of their proximity. But before he could say anything, Luna beat him to it.

Luna smiled calmly up at them. "Hello Potters."

Freya had learned not to question how Luna seemed to know things she shouldn't, like that they were both a Potter. But Harry had never seemed to learn that tact, but even as his mouth opened, his eyes caught on something in the corner and they opened in horrified fascination.

Freya turned to see what he was looking at. It was the Mirror of Erised. But unlike in both of their memories, it was broken. About five and a half feet from the bottom was the point of impact, and breaks spread from there. A line of blood trickled from that point and had dried at some point after trickling a few inches down the glass. Freya felt a sick wonder at the thought that maybe the Mirror had bled once it shattered. But Luna's voice once again cut the silence.

"Sad isn't it? Poor Professor Trelawney tried to pass through the Mirror." Freya and Harry's eyes met in matching horrified expressions. Luna continue. "But it would not let her pass. She tried five times. On the fifth time, she died, and the Mirror cracked under the pressure of her death. Poor Professor Trelawney."