Chapter 1: (1549 words)
It was a tragic Hallowe'en night when two beloved members of the Order of the Phoenix, James and Lily Potter, were murdered by the pure evil that is Voldemort. They were killed in cold blood, but when the man – if he could even be called that – tried to kill their eldest son by a few minutes, Charlus Potter, he was 'killed', leaving the Boy-Who-Lived and his much smaller twin brother, who was now dead as far as anyone knows, in the crib as orphans.
At least, that is how the story goes.
What actually happened is a different matter completely. The small family were together for Hallowe'en, since Charlus and Harry were too young to celebrate the holiday. Instead, the four spent the day playing little games that the two one-year-olds could play, and eventually, it was night time. "James, I'm going to put Charlus in his crib, he fell asleep," the beautiful red-head told her husband, a small baby with red hair in her loving arms, his brown eyes from his father hidden behind his droopy eyelids. She then stood up.
The man she spoke to nodded, and stood up to kiss his wife on the lips and Charlus on his forehead, "Alright sweetie, but what about Harry?"
The mentioned baby was still awake, but barely, in his father's arms, his bright green Avada Kedavra eyes looking at his mother and brother. Lily thought for a moment, and replied, "Try and get him to sleep, or else he won't be able to wake up tomorrow."
James nodded and sat back down, waiting for his wife and eldest son to disappear up the stairs.
"Well, Harry. We need to get you to sleep, don't we?" the loving father asked his son. He received a small sound of agreement. Afterwards, instead of saying anything else, the ebony-haired infant snuggled up to his father's chest and fell asleep. The Potter Patriarch's eyes widened, and thought to himself, 'Harry's always been so small, we need to feed him more.' His pondering was cut short by his wife walking down the stairs, arms free of a sleeping red-headed baby. "Is he asleep, James?"
"Yeah. Would you like to take him up, or should I?" he asked her.
Lily responded by picking up her little baby, and kissing her husband once more, "I'll take him up, I'll be back in a minute."
He nodded and Lily went upstairs, the same thoughts running through her worried mind. She placed down her youngest son next to his snoring red-headed brother. Harry's eyes opened slightly, and gave her an adorable little noise, which she took to mean 'Goodnight'.
"Sleep well, dear. I'll wake you two up tomorrow." Lily kissed him on the forehead, and walked back down the stairs. She then sat down with her husband to enjoy some well-deserved time together. The two talked freely, mostly about their children's godfathers.
"How's Sirius doing? Remember how much he and Charlus got along? I'm glad that he's Charlus' godfather, sometimes. They're very alike," Lily asked her husband, wanting to know about her friends.
"Oh, he's doing fine. And remember hearing Moony going on and on about how adorable Harry was?" James replied to his laughing wife. Soon it was nearing midnight when the door burst open, revealing their worst nightmares: Voldemort.
"Lily, it's him! Go to the boys!" James ordered, and the fiery red-head raced back up the stairs with motherly determination while the courageous black-haired man duelled with the Dark Lord.
"Now, now, Lord Potter. I'll spare your life as well as your wife's if give me your sons," Voldemort told him, but the Order member continued to fight with his life. Unable to move around it, the Dark Lord had no choice but to Avada Kedavra the protective father. The man was in the way, after all, though Voldemort would have preferred to not kill at all.
He proceeded to go up the staircase, to where he knew the nursery was from Wormtail's information on the house. There he found a mother standing protectively in front of her two children. One of them, the larger one with red hair, was crying, though the little one sat thoughtfully in silence. Putting a stop to his thoughts, Lily Potter begged him to let her children go free. Cutting her off, the Dark Lord told her, "If you step aside, I'll let you live."
Unfortunately, that did nothing to make her move. If anything, her pleading to let her boys live only grew more desperate.
After two more warnings, Voldemort used the killing curse on her. He didn't want to. No! Of course he didn't! To take a life is a big sin, he thought, though he sadly had to do it rather frequently as the Dark Lord of the age.
Lily Potter dropped dead on the cold floor.
All that remained was the cries of the red-head. Honestly, he thought that the boy could pass off as a Weasley if he tried hard enough. No matter now; he had to kill the both of them if he was to secure his position as the greatest Dark Lord of all time, as well as remaining as immortal as possible, his main goal. One of these two infants could possibly grow up to be the death of him, and he would do anything to prevent that despicable fate from happening, even if he had to commit murder.
His eyes moved from the larger red-head whose wails filled the room, to the little boy with ebony-black hair. Now that he realised it, his eyes were the exact shade of green as the Avada Kedavra that he would use to kill the two boys. How ironic. They were rather enchanting, he thought, and as he stood studying the little boy, he decided that it would likely be this one of the twins who would have the power to kill him. He was at least smart enough to not scream in his face, unlike his rather dull twin brother.
Not looking forward to killing such an innocent and interesting character (even though the baby couldn't even speak yet), the Dark Lord raised his wand and pointed it at the little child.
He didn't seem scared, or intimidated at all, at having a long dangerous-looking stick pointing towards his face. "I apologise for this, little one," he whispered at the curious child, and he mumbled the Unforgivable that would take the life of the young infant.
However, instead of dropping dead, the curse rebounded and hit him instead.
The last thing he saw before appearing in the forests of Albania, was the captivating eyes of the fascinating boy, Harry Potter, who unknowingly took his life (sort of), who he would never forget.
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The headmaster of Hogwarts was sitting peacefully in his office when one of his many contraptions sounded loudly, informing him that dark magic was being used in the Potter house in Godric's Hollow.
Dumbledore rose and floo-ed to Godric's Hollow, where the house belonging to the Potters was in ruins. He walked inside to discover the dead body of James Potter. 'Shame, he was a rather good fighter, and naïve too.' The headmaster continued and went to the nursery, where he discovered the dead body of Lily Potter, 'Good riddance, she was getting very close to finding out my master plan, and she was never really blindly following me, like her husband. Oh well, they're both gone now.'
He stepped over her unmoving body and looked at the two children in the crib.
Charlus Potter was still crying rather loudly, and the headmaster noticed a little scratch on his hand. It was in the shape of the letter 'V' and the headmaster took that to mean 'Victory', and 'Voldemort'. That meant, to his mind, that Voldemort had marked this child as his equal, like the prophecy mentioned. He was so excited that he had found his key part in his master plan that he didn't even check that the scratch was merely caused indirectly by the explosion of dark magic when Voldemort lost his body.
Harry Potter, however, was a different matter. He didn't even realise that the little boy, the twin of the (false) Boy-Who-Lived, had a lightning-bolt shaped scar on his little forehead. He was exhausted after becoming an accidental horcrux and was asleep in the little crib.
The headmaster finally noticed the sleeping boy, and decided, "He'll just distract the Boy-Who-Lived, and we can't have that. Charlus will live with his aunt, uncle, and cousin. Hmm, but people will wonder where Harry is. I'll just tell everyone that Harry died along with his parents, and just place him in some orphanage." The headmaster nodded his approval, and had Hagrid take Charlus to his relatives, who were completely understanding about the situation, ready to spoil their two children.
Dumbledore then took Harry to London, and placed him in an orphanage. Maybe the bullies would beat him up enough so that the little boy will obey his every word if he ever come across him again.
The meddling headmaster grinned at the plan, and then floo-ed back to his office from the fireplace in Godric's Hollow, and sat back as he waited for his master plan to run perfectly.
A/N: I am quite new to Harry Potter, meaning that I have read the books multiple times, though the first time was two years ago. I would have written a fanfic about this before, but I was always afraid that I would do a horrible job and mess it up, which I didn't want to risk since I love it so much. Then I had so many ideas and I just had to write it down, whoops.
Oh, and before people start asking me, I love the books and have read them before seeing the movies, which I don't like at all. They just cut parts out which annoyed me. I wouldn't mind watching a four or five-hour movie as long as it was accurate. I can't even watch the movies without ranting, and it annoys me when people watch the movies before reading the books.
Anyways, there's not much else to say except this is a Twins AU, Wrong Boy-Who-Lived AU, and a Slytherin!Harry AU. Also, I'm planning for Harry Potter/Tom Riddle in the far future. Harry and Draco are usually my favourite ship, but I'm in a Tomarry phase right now that I'm sure isn't going to disappear anytime soon.
On that note, enjoy!