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AN:-
There are not many twincest fics out there, and I am doing something new with this one here.
This will be a long term fic, where I will explore my own thoughts on magic, society, the world of Potterverse.
Also, I have a Discord Server where chapter two is already released and it will always be a chapter ahead of ffnet.
Without further ado, onto the first chapter...

Warning: Mentions of prostitution, attempted rape and murder along with insinuated and displayed abuse.

History tells us…

A fireball lit up the sky, the flames as large as a small town, turning numerous aircrafts and planes around it into molten metal and vapour instantly. The blistering heat wave felt thousands of feet below from its strength.

Powerful people come from powerful places…

The fire changed form, its angry orange and red hues turning into a giant dragon.

History was wrong…

The dragon swooped down and flew over teeming insects running on the land, leaving silence, ashes and glass in its wake.

Powerful people make places powerful…

On the cliff above the insects, four figures stood tall. All of their hands pointed towards the dragon over the figures scurrying beneath them. They stood still and unmoved as the humans screaming beneath them were thoroughly exterminated.

31 October 1981

Samhain or Halloween as the ignorant called it was the perfect and most successful time to perform rituals and magics which were enrooted in Death. It was for this reason that from hundreds of years old families have performed blood sacrifices of animals and at times their enemies on Samhain. One of such magics was the Horcrux, possibly the most useful of magics available in the deepest trenches of forgotten knowledge for someone hell bent on avoiding the Eternal sleep at all costs.

Lost to the annals of history, Horcrux was as good as forgotten by the whole community except for some learned individuals when he found it in a decrepit looking book sitting in Hogwarts library. After that once he became Lord Voldemort he had made Horcruxes of every valuable thing for him. His school diary, the Gaunt ring and the founder's memorabilia. Five times he had made the necessary runic circles for it in his life and as he drew it for the sixth time in his life Lord Voldemort looked at the dead figure of Dorea Potter nee Black and then at the gash on his shoulder.

She had been a ferocious opponent and hadn't shied away from using the most dark and twisted of curses to kill him. Her reputation during the Grindelwald war had been on par with the likes of her husband Charlus Potter, Filius Flitwick and Grindelwald's Lieutenant Adrianne Velona herself. And as the blood dripping down his arm showed, it was a reputation well earned.

She had given him a fight, much more than what Aurors and the majority of Dumbledore's order could do. The only fighters, not duelers who had come as close as Dorea or surpassed her in fighting him after he had started his campaign could be counted on both hands and still have unused fingers.

Painting the final eye of Horus at the center of the runes, the most powerful dark lord of the modern age in British Isles turned his crimson eyes upon the cribs.

There was a reason he had come to the Potter's cottage in Godric's Hollow today

His thoughts took a much pleasant turn as he looked at the cribs in front of him. It was the best day in his now assuredly immortal life. Within minutes the only possible obstacles to his reign would be dead, and the prophecy foretelling about his vanquisher would be void.

He stood up and looked down at the 15 month old children in front of him.

The children of James and Lily Potter, the first an egoistic prankster with a good amount of power and a skilled wand at transfiguration but ultimately nothing more than a fly buzzing around his nose but lately had become a problem due to his constant funding of the Order. The latter was a skillful witch and had matched Rudolphus Lestrange once while the next time they had crossed wands even beaten him into submission.

He had tried to get them both on his side but they had refused his generosity every time. And then his follower had come to him with a prophecy, a prophecy which heralded the arrival of 'one with the power to vanquish the dark lord'. He wasn't concerned regarding the child and even the Fidelius casted upon the cottage wasn't going to save the siblings tonight.

Looking into the emerald irises of the twins, he slashed his wand without any delay, and a green beam flew out of its end like a horizontal line, making the shadows on the walls dance eerily in the poisonous green light.

He watched with glee and the curse struck both of the children at the same time. Like a marionette with its strings cut the Potter twins collapsed in their cribs. His eyes searched for any clue of their survival or the supposed 'power' that he didn't know of. When the twins didn't even so much as twitch for several seconds, Lord Voldemort grinned and with a sharp cruel laugh apparated out of the cottage towards Longbottom manor, the Fidelius there already useless due to a certain rat.

When Sirius Black ran into the house, it was to find his friend stunned and Lily Potter dead a little ahead. Worried for the only mother figure in his life he ran up the stairs and burst into the room where the twins slept. He was greeted by Dorea Potter's dead body and the crying figures of Harry and Persephone with nary a scratch on them.

5 July, 1988

"YOU WORTHLESS EXCUSE FOR A FREAK!"

Vernon Dursley, a perfectly normal and hardworking man, except for his obese form and violent tendencies towards anything abnormal brought down his belt on the bare back of an seven year old kid, adding one more welt to the collection of bruises and marks already present, each and every one of them showing the result of making the steak a little more runny and salty, therefore ruining the dinner for the guests Vernon had invited over earlier.

Wincing once again at the stinging and cold sensation that followed the strike, the kid looked into the reflection of his eyes. Emerald green like his, but framed by crimson locks flowing down to the floor instead of the black unruly hair he was sporting. There were other differences as well, like he was wearing the pillowcase...clothes given to him graciously by the woman who was supposedly his aunt while the girl in front of him was wearing a frilly and old wrinkly rag that was somehow supposedly a dress given to her by the same aunt. Though considering the way aunts behaved with their nephews and nieces in the park and neighbourhood, Harry Potter doubted that claim seriously, and each day further cemented his belief on the matter, and from the glare his twin was giving Petunia as the latter watched them she was also of the same mind.

Minutes later, after numerous more hits to both of their backs Harry was shoved back into the cupboard, along with his twin sister Persephone. Scrambling into a sitting position so that their bleeding and stinging backs won't be in contact with the floor, Harry turned towards his sister and hugged her. Persephone too wrapped her brother in her arms, giving him the comfort he needed. While they both had realised a long time ago that Dursleys were never going to be their family or they shouldn't even care about that, someone must have said something truly disturbing to her brother to make him this sad.

Lifting up his chin by her pointer finger Persephone looked into Harry's green eyes and asked softly "What happened Harry? Did anyone say anything to you?"

Burying his face once more into his sister's neck, grasping her for dear life Harry mumbled his answer.

Giggling at the feel of his breath tickling her neck, Persephone winced slightly when his arms brushed against the scabs and torn out skin on her back. Feeling her jerk, He immediately disengaged from her, his face full of worry.

"I am sorry Seph, please don't be angry with me "

Her face full of seriousness, Persephone grabbed her brother's ear, twisting it and making him cry out. Bringing his face close to her she said in her most serious voice "Harry Potter, I am your older sister and you are my whole world, so I will never be angry with you over a little bit of pain. Understand?"

Nodding frantically but unable to contain his happiness over his only comfort in this world promising him such a thing, Harry leaned forwards again, hugging his sister one more.

"I love you Seph"

Petting his head slightly, Persephone smiled fondly at her brother and just kissed his cheek, her actions enough to convey her emotions to the younger Potter.

7 August 1988

Running as fast as they could, Seph and Harry were once again running, trying to avoid being caught. The fact that they were running from children instead of dogs was perfectly understandable, after all no one liked to be caught up by Dudley's gang, since the mini-whale was already too fat to run after them.

Barely avoiding slipping due to the big clothes and torn up shoes, the twins entered an alley which they knew would open up in the park, where they could lose their chasers due to the vast amount of trees and benches present.

Yet as they entered the alley, Piers and others just a few feet behind them Harry muttered a 'Shit' and Persephone did the same as they saw a steel fence parting the alley in two parts. They were starting to turn back and run when the sounds of the children shouting and running reached their ears, making their fists clench at the realisation that once again they were about to be beaten.

He grabbed his sister's hand tightly, now wishing more than ever that they were anywhere else other than this, so that his sister would be away from the bullies which would mean they both could be without injury for more than 24 hours at least. And suddenly, Harry felt a twisting sensation in his body as he was a rope being wound and then the next second he and Persephone both were vomiting as their stomachs turned inwards.

"Ugh...what did you do Har…?"

Groaning Harry looked up and stopped at once like his sister. Pinching himself once tightly, Harry opened his eyes once more and gaped. Besides him Persephone approached a much more painful way of slapping herself and when she blinked stars away she turned towards Harry, her eyes still disbelieving.

They had been standing outside their school in the alley which was somehow blocked and suddenly after a twisting sensation they were standing in the shrubs outside the park, the swings and benches visible from their position.

"Seph, do you have any idea what happened, because I remember standing in that alley just half a minute ago."

Her brain still rebooting, Seph turned towards her brother and spoke in a quiet voice which was still so soft that Harry had to strain to hear it.

"What did you do Harry, this can't be explained away as a short circuit for the bulb that blasted or the dog that suddenly was terrified of us last month. This can't be a coincidence that whenever anything bad is going to happen to us, something happens. Tell me exactly what you did, because I was certainly not doing anything other than thinking about the number of times we were going to get punched today."

His eyes widening in surprise at his sisters deduction Harry answered her question

"I was thinking about how I would have liked us both to be away from them, and how nice it would feel to be safe in the Park like always and then suddenly I felt like something was squeezing me and then we were here"

Looking around once more to really confirm that they had really crossed the intervening distance between that alley and the park without even taking a step.

"Persephone, due you think that somehow we have superpowers like those Heroes in Cartoons?"

"Heroes and good people don't exist Harry; if they did then we would have been taken away from the Dursleys a long time ago. Or someone out these many people would have taken notice of the rags we call clothes and the beating we get in broad daylight."

28 September 1988

"Seph, hey Seph look at this! Look what I did!"

Blinking her eyes open to the harsh light shining on her, Persephone groaned as she rubbed her eyes into wakefulness, the retinas paining a little due to the bright light in the dark cupboard.

"Wait what?"

Sitting up instantly she looked towards the source of light and saw a small light ball floating in her brother's hand, bobbing in place like a plastic ball does in water. And the weird thing, there wasn't a wire or a switch available for it to have been a light bulb.

Turning towards her brother's face, Seph immediately forgot about the light ball when she saw the sweat beaded on his forehead and the exhausted expression on his face.

Grasping his shoulders she shook him a bit which suddenly snuffed the light out, plunging their cupboard in the usual darkness, but they were still able to see clearly as if the light had never gone out.

"Harry, what did you do to make you so tired? And tell me how you created light within your hand like that."

His sleepy brain unable to focus with the constant shaking by his elder sister, Harry yawned widely first, immediately causing his sister to disengage due to the horrid smell coming out of her brother's mouth.

Now that he had some more oxygen in his brain, Harry started explaining about how he had written every 'freaky' thing they had done on a paper and tried to do it again when Seph wasn't around. And yesterday night somehow he had made the connection between willpower and imagination.

"So I practised and practised and then after some hours I was able to make light. You just want the light very hard and imagine light where you want it. Then you feel a weird feeling in hand and poof! There is a lamp instead of your hand."

Her mind still boggled, Persephone just nodded dumbly to Harry's explanation and went to sleep, this unholy time being too early for the shit her brother was starting up. An affronted hey was the last thing Persephone heard before the sweet embrace of sleep lulled her into comfortable rest.

31 October 1988

Their breaths labored and forehead layered with sweat which dripped into their eyes, both Harry and Persephone grunted and they lifted their school bags up to the height of two inches of the ground. This was all of their progress in the last month since Harry had managed to create light in the palm of his hand.

Persephone had taken almost five hours before she could create the light, and after 48 hours they decided to try the same things with the aim to lift things. At first Harry managed nothing more than looking constipated along with Persephone as they concentrated with all the brainpower they had on lifting the smallest of things. But after two weeks of the same, the cup Persephone had been practising on lifted up in the air for about a foot and the next second it dropped when her concentration broke.

That day they also learned a new facet of their powers, simply willing that the thing levitated was not enough for their powers to work, they also needed to imagine the thing as it lifted off the surface. Experimentally proven, this knowledge was a lot helpful for the twins learning to wield their powers. After two more weeks, they could lift up to 3 kilograms of weight up to 3 feet off the ground for about five minutes before they both couldn't go on.

Thumps sounded in the abandoned building as their floating bags dropped to the ground along with the Potters.

"Seph, I think these powers are way too cool to not have a name."

Her clothes and face drenched with sweat Seph turned towards her twin and nodded, still too drained to muster up a verbal response.

"What are two wee little kiddies like ya doing in my building?"

There are some things which after happening a lot in your life are ingrained into the very neurons of your body. Reflexes, a shorter name for sudden and learned or thoughtless responses to the stimulus.

For Harry and Persephone the drunk speaking meant only one thing, a beating severe than usual.

In front of them stood a bald man with just pants and a vest on his body. His hands were clutching a bottle and a knife both of which were bad omens for the twins.

"Nothing Sir, we were just resting after a school day. We are going now."

Seeing the man's disgusting smile widen even more to show his black and white teeth, Harry and Persephone both tensed up, ready to bolt the next second. Grabbing up their bags they started running out of the building from the back entrance and almost made it out, if it weren't for two more men.

One of them grabbed Persephone while the other took hold of Harry, lifting them up by their shoulders and carrying them inside. Both of the children were scared, more so than their uncle ever terrified them when they saw the first man flash a knife towards them. They were dumped without any mercy on the ground between the three men.

Knees huddled together they sat back to back with their eyes lowered towards the ground, the subservience drilled into their minds rearing its head. One of the men knelt in front of Harry and rubbed his head with a rough shake of his fingers. Grasping his chin painfully and raising it the man looked Harry directly in the eye before speaking.

"Hey Brant, what do you say we sell these kids over to Cormene? Heard he was in need of some 'ands around the block".

"Hmmm. You might be onto somethin', kids definitely are in demand. Will probably fetch us a good few pounds."

"Brant, Jake, I say we sell the boy to Cormene while we sell the girl to Hoggins. She looks like she'll be a beauty given a few years. We get royalties mates when she gets the money."

Raucous laughter echoed around them as the twins realised the meaning behind the third man's words. Hearing Vernon curse so much along with Marge Dursley had removed any innocence regarding profanities and the cruel nature of the people from their minds.

Persephone immediately started hyperventilating; the thought that she was going to be sold off to become a whore like her mother had been turning her white. Harry himself was faring no better than her as his vision blurred and breathing became difficult for him.

He wanted to protect his sister from these monsters, and he knew that she wanted to do the same but as their life went, they were powerless in front of grown up men who could as easily twist their arms and legs as easily they could open bottles.

Harry heard rustling of clothes and turned around and everything stopped for him at that moment. Persephone, his sister, the person who made his whole world was currently being gagged and manhandled by the men who were lifting her.

"Fuck, Hoggins can wait. I am impatient to wait for a few years!"

Chuckles rang out as the men lowered Persephone on a broken cot, unmindful of Harry's presence in the same place as they proceeded to tear up his sister's clothes.

Muffled screams from the struggling yet gagged girl rang with all the loudness of a blast in Harry's head as he watched his sister's plight.

Blood and heat rushing through his body, Harry clenched his fists and ran towards the men with his fists raised in front of him. A shrill cry leaving his throat Harry slammed into a surprised Brant, causing them both to fall to the floor.

"Oh you wanna save your sister little boy? Huh, you're going to fight me! Fuck you bitch!"

A fist slammed into his temple, making his vision go white for several moments from the force of the blow. Head lolling around, Harry tried to resist the hands which punched him repeatedly, his defenceless form curled on the floor.

"To hell with Cormene, I am giving this brat to Hoggins also. Fucker tried hitting me! ME!"

A kick slammed into his gut and Harry tasted the familiar metallic liquid on his tongue as the blood came out of his mouth. Swiftly followed by two more kicks to his ribs he couldn't stop the choked scream that came out of his throat.

"Harr-"

SLAP!

"Missy, you are gonna be quiet tonight, your brother is just being taught his new behaviour."

Red filled his faltering vision at the sound like always it did when someone harmed his sister but this time something else happened. It felt like a flame was flowing through his veins and lighting up his insides on fire. His eyes snapped open, his irises lighting up with green fire as he glared at the lecherous men. His eyes locked onto his sister's own vibrant eyes, and an understanding seemed to pass through her gazes.

Stumbling slightly Harry stood up, his front bloody with the fluid still coming out of his mouth but his eyes never left his sister's figure. Her clothes were almost off, and she had a split lip from where she had been slapped harshly along with a bruise.

Brant was about to remove the remaining tatters of her clothes when he felt a hand punch his back. He felt like he had emptied his bowels suddenly before he saw his stomach bulge out and something shaped like noodles slop out and land on the ground with a splat. His mind was only able to comprehend the fact that it was his intestines and guts that were literally spilling out before blackness devoured him.

As his body fell into his own guts and the growing pool of blood it made a sound like someone stepping into drowned shoes with waterlogged socks.

"Brant, the fuck hap- JESUS!"

Jake screamed as he saw Brant lying slumped forwards in a pool made of blood and stringy spongy looking things. When he looked closer his alcohol-addled brain realized that the things were actually guts which had spilled out of his friend. Cold water couldn't have removed the intoxication from his brain faster as he moved backwards. His wide eyes still on the scene straight of horror movies Jake tripped on something and fell backwards. His ashen face turned downwards only for a choked scream to erupt out of his throat. The thing he had tripped on was a skeleton, a fucking skeleton wearing Donald's clothes at the place where Donald was supposed to be handling the brat. His eyes closed as he attempted to wake up from the dream he was having, but the hard bones beneath him didn't disappear and neither did the scent of blood now filling the whole room.

"Oh god! Oh god! Oh go- Ack!"

He hyperventilated rambling was cut off as he felt a small hand grab his throat and squeeze harshly. Eyes shooting open he was left petrified when he saw no one was actually grasping his neck! Hushed whimpers sounded as he tried removing the non-existent hands choking him to his death. In that moment he even forgot about the utterly inhumane and unnatural things that happened around him.

"Incy Wincy Spider climbing up a sprout…"

Jake lost control of his bladder at the sheer horror of the voice whispering the verse in his ear, to say nothing about the feeling of losing air. Jake was about to choke out a 'what' when his neck twisted and a 'snap' later Jake was as dead as his mates. Seconds later a crack rang through the room leaving blissful silence in its wake.

The next morning a dog-walker found the bones and guts spilled along with two dead bodies and a gleaming white skeleton. The police were called; forensics done but not a single clue came out regarding what could have made the man lose all of his flesh and blood like this.

On 1 November at 9 PM, the Scotland Yard speculated a gang war and when this news was broadcasted across the city, two pairs of green eyes watched the policeman speak. Relief filling every bit of their bodies.

Simultaneously they turned towards each other and grasped each other's hand, their smiles now much more loving than before. That night as they were stuffed back into their cupboard, both siblings held each other as they shivered and shook their way through a fitful sleep. But as Harry gazed at his sister's serene face lying on his shoulder, he had never been gladder that he had Persephone with him.

"Love you sister".

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