This was inspired by Kingdom Hearts and the Nobodies... if you can guess how My OC was made, you win a cookie.
Dumbledore will not be a main perspective beyond this chapter.
"Two of them? How is this possible Albus?"
Albus gaped, unsure and as confused as the rest of them were as there, before Him was not just one Harry Potter... but two! The other Harry was obviously the new one, for it lacked not only the scar of the real Harry Potter but also lacked his muscle definition and the aura of strength Harry had. He looked emaciated, clearly the result of rapid unintentional creation.
"Voldemort." Harry interrupted speaking for the first time since he had stepped out of the maze, his eyes facing the ceiling of the room. "Voldemort's back." He had only spared a glance towards his unexpected twin. His voice was distant and faint but still very strong. "I ended up in a graveyard... " And from there Harry explained what had happened... how he and Cedric had been attacked by Peter Pettigrew, how he ( while holding a bundle) slaughtered Cedric Diggory, Tied up Harry and eventually made a potion that revived Voldemort with Harry's blood, a bone of the Senior Tom Riddle and Peter's own hand. The horrors of watching Voldemort come to life fleshed out in Harry's eyes. However, Albus was stunned to hear what happened next. "Voldemort started to brag, and then... well... he formed. The other me, out of the smoke and ash. He was small and weak and he didn't move ... Voldemort had no idea what had happened, he tied him up too after casting robes on him. I felt him though, I can't explain it, I can still feel him like a magnet in my chest..."
Harry went on to tell of the revival of Deatheaters, coming and suffering at Voldemort's hands. How Harry dueled the Dark Lord and lost and won through Priori Incatantum, seeing his parents and Cedric Diggory and a man recently slaughtered by Tom's malice. It was a horrible story, but one Albus expected. However what he did not see coming was Harry grabbing Cedric and his own accidental twin walking towards him of his choice after being freed and joining Harry before both boys passing out and being taken to the Hosptial wing after declaring the Voldemort had been revived of course...
Albus, stuck in thought, looked at the twin and wondered what the hell he was... when Moody spoke up.
"And we're certain that the Dark Lord has returned?" Moody asked. "And how did the boys manage to escape?" His tone was gruff, but then again, Alastor had never been one for pleasantries.
"The Cup must have been turned into a double portkey." The Headmaster explained. "The first one took Harry to a graveyard where Voldemort was and the second one completed its original task to bring him at the entrance of the maze."
"I see." Moody stated,
"The infirmary?" Everyone jumped when Harry's twin suddenly asked. He sounded younger then Harry but also calmer, almost void of self.
"We brought you here after you came out of the maze." The Headmaster said, his voice kind. "Do you know who you are?"
The boy frowned. "I want to say Harry Potter but somehow I know that is not true. It's like instinct... I was Harry, born from him... I have memories, but no... self. Like watching a movie, a sensory experience but no context." He turned to Albus, his empty green eyes meeting Albus' blue eyes. "I know Harry loves Quiditch for example, I remember flying but I feel no great love for it. Or Ron, Or Hermione... or anything. I feel no fear towards Voldemort coming back, but I know logically it is a bad thing."
Albus pushed into his mind and saw that the boy was right. "You are Harry, in a way... I think I know what you are, my boy..."
The other boy turned to Harry and looked at him. "I am sorry... I know that I was you, once upon a time... I feel like I stole from you, in a way, to exist. I am sorry for that."
"It is alright my boy... we will discuss this later, but first." Albus said, turning around much faster than his age should allow. And right on time, as one Alastor Moody had almost managed to step out the door of the infirmary while everybody was looking at Harry and his twin. Albus pulled out his wand stunning him upon impact, the man falling on the floor immediately,
"Are you mad?" Minerva asked, her own wand pointing at the man.
"Not mad, Minerva. "He flicked his wand, causing Moody to levitate on a chair across Harry's bed. The teen looked on in confusion as thick ropes appeared around his Defence teacher, binding him to the chair.
"What's the meaning of this?" Minerva asked while Severus summoned Moody's wand from his pocket.
"Moody was the only one that had access to the Cup after it was inspected last night. It's either he or Albus that did it and Albus isn't the one that just tried to run away." The potions master explained, placing Moody's wand on the nightstand by Harry's bed.
"You can't seriously believe…" Minerva started, only to pause at Dumbledore's grim expression. "Alastor? Working for You-Know-Who?"
"No, not Alastor." Dumbledore said, approaching the stunned man tied to the chair.
"He's not Alastor, you mean?" Minerva asked.
"Who is he then?" Harry asked, holding his head in pain.
"Are you in pain, Harry?" Pomfrey asked.
"My head hurts. The room is spinning." Harry explained in a clipped tone.
The twin nodded, holding his own head. "Same... It is strange, I remember feeling something similar when we broke out arm when Dobby sent the Bludger after us... but now... now it is real, more solid."
"Albus, who is he?" Severus asked.
"Filius." Albus called instead of an answer; the Headmaster had moved towards the stunned wizard, his hand reaching for the inner pocket of his robes where the man kept a silver flask and a single key on a silver key ring.
"Yes, Albus?" The Charms professor asked.
"Please, take this," he said and gave him the key he had just found, " and go to Alastor's office. There you'll find his trunk; open it. The real Alstor Moody will be there, I fear." The tiny professor looked startled at the request but complied nonetheless, leaving the infirmary as fast as his legs could take him. "Madam Pomfrey, I believe we shall need yet another bed ready. If you have finished tending to Mr. Krum, could you prepare for one more?" The nurse nodded, looking pale as a ghost as she took the remaining blood replenishing potion and approached Victor. She waked him up for only a few moments so that he would drink his share of the potion before putting him back to sleep. Harry already felt better, the room staying mostly still, but he imagined Victor had been injured for longer than he had been; the Quidditch player had started mumbling something in Bulgarian the moment he woke up and had held his eyes closed, even as he consumed the potion Madam Pomfrey had given him.
"Albus, tell us!" Minerva exclaimed, losing her patience.
"Severus, please fetch me the strongest Truth Potion you possess, and then go down to the kitchens and bring up the house-elf called Winky." Severus immediately did as he asked.
"Polyjuice Potion," said Dumbledore. "You see the simplicity of it, and the brilliance. For Moody never does drink except from his hip flask, he's well known for it. The imposter needed, of course, to keep the real Moody close by, so that he could continue making the potion. And Alastor always prided himself in his trunk, with a compartment he had added himself, just to detain the Death Eater's he caught during the war when unable to reach the Ministry." Dumbledore shook his head, resigned. "I hope I'm right in my assumption, at least. But I think, in the excitement of tonight, our fake Moody might have forgotten to take it as frequently as he should have done… on the hour… every hour… We shall see." They didn't have to wait for long.
Before Albus' very eyes, the face of the man tied on the chair began to change. The scars were disappearing, the skin was becoming smooth; the mangled nose became whole and started to shrink. The long mane of grizzled gray hair was withdrawing into the scalp and turning the colour of straw. Suddenly, with a loud clunk, the wooden leg fell away as a normal leg regrew in its place; next moment, the magical eyeball had popped out of the man's face as a real eye replaced it; it rolled away across the floor and continued to swivel in every direction.
"Barty Crouch?" Albus said, his voice cold. "Barty Crouch Jr.?" Within ten or so minutes, The man in question was momentarily being given a few drops of Severus' strongest truth serum before being re-enervated and questioned by Dumbledore. Winky had arrived in the middle of the interrogation, pleading for Bart to stop talking; to no avail. The Death Eater spoke of how he had escaped Azkaban with the aid of his mother that died in his steed, how he had lived with his father, hidden from view for so many years. He admitted he had been the one to have cast the Dark Mark on the sky the night of the Quidditch Cup; he also explained how Voldemort found him after that, using the information he had collected from Bertha Jorkins; the witch had stumbled upon him once, as she delivered some papers over to his father's house. Crouch Sr. had indeed placed a memory charm on her to protect his secret; one strong enough to damage her memory in general but not to keep Voldemort from finding out he was alive and still loyal.
Barty confessed it had been him that had entered Harry's name in the Tournament, his ultimate goal to lead him to the Dark Lord when the time came as he had been instructed. He also spoke of how he had killed his father, eventually, only a few sort months ago -and there Winky broke down in tears- and how he had transferred Harry to Voldemort that night.
"Minerva, could you take Mr. Crouch to the classroom next door? Keep him stunned if you must and stand guard. I'll send Filius to you when he returns." McGonagall, who looked as she was about to be sick, nodded in agreement. When she pointed her wand at Crouch, her arm was steady. Winky was promptly sent back to the kitchens and an eerie silence fell over the room.
"What do we do now?" Severus asked.
"We wait." Dumbledore stated.
"That's it?
"We can do nothing more!" Albus said, his voice authoritative. "Do you suggest we seek Voldemort out? First, we need to inform the people. I'll talk to the Minister myself." Before any more protests could be uttered, Flitwick returned with the unconscious Alastor Moody. The Charms professor was informed of what had happened and soon left again to accompany Minerva in waiting for the Minister to arrive. A plan was formed; Dumbledore went to talk with Fudge but first he sighed, looking at Harry's twin... "Child, do you want a name? I think it would be most improper to call you Harry's twin when a name would suffice."
The boy smiled, something that warmed Albus' heart. "Yessir. I am not Harry... but I was..."
"Do you have any ideas?"
"No... just not Harry or James. For some reason, the idea of taking the names of others, when all I am comes from another... it leaves me frightened and uncomfortable."
The man sighed. "I can imagine... how about Adrian?"
The boy tipped his head. "Why?"
"Lily was considering naming Harry that at one point."
He smiled, softly. "I like that... then... Lily really loved us, didn't she? Or well, she loved Harry... I guess I like it. Thank you, Professor... I think I will get some sleep now." And then that newly minted Adrian turned over and fell asleep... never realizing that by his very existence the power of prophecy shifted entirely and the world itself was ready for a greater change than it realized...
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This was really fun to write.
Love, your Ninja Overlord,
Mika.