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Tonight was Halloween, the night he'd give life to his cloned body.

Harry looked down at the cloned body, wondering just how in the hell he was supposed to give life to it.

"Pump magic into its brain and see what happens? Yeah, that sounds good," Harry said to himself. He put his hand on the clone's forehead to give himself an easier time with transferring his magic and started to channel obscene amounts of it directly into the clone's brain. At first, it didn't seem to be doing much, but eventually it seemed as though the clone had entered REM sleep. His eyes were shifting every which way, and that at least showed life. Harry grinned and started pushing even more magic into the brain.

When he was almost completely drained, the clone's eyes opened. Harry gave a sigh of relief and sat down on his chair to rest his magic. That process was way too exhausting compared to literally everything else he did. The clone sat up and looked around, almost looking panicked.

"Who are you? Who am I? Where am I?" the clone wondered.

Harry spoke slowly, trying to keep the clone calm. "My name is Harry, and I just created you out of magic. We are in my bedroom right now," Harry explained. The clone looked confused.

"Magic? What's that?" Harry grinned and pointed at the pen sitting on his desk.

"Magic is something that I have that lets me do some crazy things. Watch." Harry started to focus on the pen, picking it up with his magic and starting to spin it around in the air. The clone looked awed.

"Whoa, that's so cool! Do you think I can do that?" the clone asked. Harry had a thoughtful look on his face.

"Well, I did make you purely out of magic, so it should be possible. However, it took me a very long time to learn how to do this, so don't be discouraged if you can't get it on your first try. Come over here, see if you can!" Harry encouraged. The clone shuffled to the edge of the bed and stared at the pen intently.

Move the pen. I can do this, it didn't look too hard. The pen started to shift slightly, at first only rolling around a little, then it started to zoom around the desk. "I did it!" the clone exclaimed happily. Harry grinned, then paused for a second.

"Wait a second, I think I just heard what you were thinking. This could be really awesome!" Harry exclaimed. "Okay, focus really hard on me, and I'll try to send you one of my thoughts. Okay?" Harry instructed. The clone nodded and stared intently at Harry. Okay, let's see. Umm, nod if you can hear this. The clone nodded slightly. Harry grinned. "I think we're connected somehow. Maybe because I made you entirely out of my magic or something. But we're linked! This is awesome!" The clone nodded slightly, suddenly a little uncomfortable.

"Am I just you? Is that all I am?" the clone wondered. Harry started to panic.

Oh no, I started experimenting with him without actually realizing that he's a different person! Oh my god, I'm a horrible friend, Harry thought to himself. The clone smiled a little, having heard that message. "Um, do you want a name? I originally intended to make an exact copy of myself to switch with whenever I feel like, but this is much better! We can be brothers!" Harry said enthusiastically. The clone nodded.

"A name sounds good." But what do I want to be called. I like Harry, but I don't want to have the same name as him. But the name is so cool. Okay, maybe a slight variation. "How about... Harris?" the clone said, unsure. Harry nodded.

"Harris sounds great! Alright, introduction time! Hi Harris, I'm Harry, Magic Extraordinaire. I hope to be a great friend and hopefully brother to you!" Harry greeted, holding out his hand to shake. The clone laughed a little at that.

"Hi Harry, I'm Harris! I don't know anything about myself yet, but I would love to be your brother!" Harris laughed, accepting the hand.

"I'll teach you everything I know, but first let's talk about living arrangements. Are you okay with sleeping in my bed with me?" Harry asked. Harris nodded.

"That's fine with me." Harry nodded, then stopped abruptly. "What's wrong, Harry?"

"I just realized that we're going to have to figure out a way to allow you to live without being seen by my relatives. They're scary and abusive," Harry explained. Harris looked confused.

"Why not just scare them back? We can talk to them together. That'll be sure to freak them out! Imagine; One day, there's one Harry, and the next there's two!" Harry grinned evilly.

"That's bloody brilliant! But it's still..." Harry took the time to glance at his watch. "1:30 in the morning. I guess we have about 7 hours before they wake up. Wanna learn more magic?" Harry asked.

"Hell yeah!" Harris responded.


Harry's alarm went off at 7 o'clock. He glanced over at Harris, who was juggling two pens and his notepad while pretending to do the hand motions as well. "Hey Harris, want to help me make breakfast? Be warned, we need to make enough for about six people. You'll know why when you see the size of my cousin and uncle," Harry said. Harris put down the pens and pad and nodded.

"Sure, but you'll have to teach me how to cook," Harris replied. Harry agreed, and the two stepped outside the cupboard. Harris glanced at the door they just came out of and blanched. "You live in a cupboard?" Harris asked incredulously. Harry shrugged.

"My family isn't the best. You still want to scare them?" Harry asked. Harris nodded even more resolutely.

"There's no bloody way they're going to be allowed to do this after we're through with them!" Harris said. Harry shrugged and led Harris to the kitchen.

"Alright, so the first thing we need to do is..." and thus began Harris's cooking education.


Dudley waddled into the kitchen, rubbing the sleepiness out of his eyes. "Hey freak, when's breakfast go...nna... be... what?" Dudley blinked, thinking it was some sort of hallucination. Nope, there were still two Harrys in the kitchen, cooking away. Dudley ran (or tried to) back towards the stairs. "Mum! Dad! Harry's being freakish!" Dudley shouted up the stairs. Within seconds, both his parents came flying down the stairs and thundering forward, approaching the kitchen loudly.

"What is it this time, freak?!" Vernon shouted. He stopped as he reached the kitchen, his wife running into him because she couldn't slow down in time.

"Vernon, dear, what's wrong?" Petunia asked. She looked past him and saw the spectacle of two Harrys cooking.

"Hi Aunt, Uncle. I'd like you to meet Harris," Harry said. Harris looked up from where he was preparing eggs, and waved.

"Hello Mr. and Mrs. Dursley. I'm Harris, Harry's clone."


A/N: I'm Back! For now. I don't know if I'm going to be back for long, because I never know when I want to do this or not, but I haven't abandoned this story just yet. I know it's been, like, a decade or something since I've updated it, but your patience has been rewarded! A short chapter has arrived! Bet you weren't expecting anything that's happened this chapter, were you? Oh, who am I kidding, I only think things are surprising because I don't have the creative mind to think that far ahead. Anyway, I hope you enjoy this chapter, because I sure enjoyed writing again for the first time in forever.

Till next time, peace!

~Prsn110

P.S.: Oh yeah, I also changed a few things in the previous chapters. I don't remember what I changed, but there are some slight variations. I don't think it'll affect your knowledge of what's happened in the story too much, but I recommend reading it over again for the simple reason that it's probably been a couple of years since you've actually read the story.

Oops, I'm rambling again.