Chapter 1 – Summer In Hell
There were in the car with the Dursleys,
when Lewis asked, "Uncle what do you do, your job?"
"I work at a company that makes power tools." Said Vernon,
"Why you ask."
"Would like to know about you guys." Said Lewis.
"Do you have any brothers or sisters Uncle?"
"No, none." Said Vernon. "Are you guys not redder than you use to be? What with the hear color change."
"Our brothers and Mom and Dad, who you just meet have the same hear color." Said Lewis. "Dudley what games you like? Mabey we three can play them?"
"I have some computer games. do you know what a computer is?"
Asked Dudley.
Lewis looked at Dudley and said, "Where exactly do you
think I lived, The Rain Frost with some native tribe?"
Asked Lewis. "Lion cloths and nudity?"
"Not sure." Said Dudley.
"Lived in the same country as the founder of
the modern computer era." Said Lewis.
"Who would that be." Asked Harry.
"Bill Gates is the founder and CEO of Microsoft,
he started the modern computer era." Said Lewis.
They turned into the driveway, "Harry guess we are going be supper close this summer not sure how we are going both fit into your old room, don't think you can alone." Said Lewis.
"Our owls can stay together they do like each other."
Asked Lewis. "This should be a nice summer."
"Dudley would not mind helping us get our stuff in." Said Harry.
Lewis, Harry, and Dudley moved the trunks into the house,
along with the two owls, and box of owl supplies,
and hidden in Lewis's trunk was a Transport Rune carved into the top of his trunk that only worked on the command of
Lewis and his Twin, any Weasley.
They had all their stuff in front of the closet door,
"This is not going work." Said Lewis. "I can't go in there,
I want be able to breath, claustrophobic."
Then Dudley said, "Why don't you two use the
other room upstairs?"
"There a spear room upstairs?" said Lewis.
"Why where you under the stairs?"
They then moved all the Twins stuff up to the room,
where Lewis set up the owl perch and let the owls out,
they landed on their companions' shoulder,
rubbed their faces with there and went back to their perches.
"What their names?" Asked Dudley.
"Merlin is my little guy." Said Lewis.
"Hedwig is my little girl." Said Harry.
Merlin then went to Dudley's shoulder and rubbed his cheek with his, "Merlin seems to like you, Dudley." Said Lewis.
"What games you got for your computer?"
Opening his trunk and grabbing his two Notebook PC,
they were magical enhanced.
Lewis and Harry sat on the bed and Dudley was
just standing there.
"You have a computer? Did not think you would?" Said Dudley.
"Why not, and I built them." Said Lewis.
"Would not figure your kind would use them." Said Dudley.
"You know Dudley we have the same blood lines right,
your Mom is my Mom sister, you Mom is my Ant, we are family, we are the same kind you know." Said Lewis.
"I know you two are my cousins." Said Dudley.
"Did you makes some good friends at school?"
Vernon bust in and said, "What are you two doing."
at this point Lewis started staring at him keeping track of him.
"I give them this room. They can't fit under the stairs."
said Dudley.
"We are all getting along." Said Harry. "Right Dudley?"
"We are Dad, I want to know him and how much they have in common they have." Said Dudley.
He came in and set in the chair at the desk,
Vernon noticed Lewis was still looking at him and Vernon.
"You going to have to give him time on that one." Said Harry.
"Dad can you leave, I want to get to know him,
and don't think he going to move or talk till you leave."
Said Dudley, "So leave."
"Lewis I will leave but relax." Said Vernon as he was leaving followed him all the way out.
"Let's play some games." Said Lewis.
They played games for rest of the day.
Lewis came in from the back yard.
"Where have you been?" Asked Vernon.
"Was sitting in the back yard, was nice out there." Said Lewis,
"I was also talking to Ms. Fig, Harry we got plans for tonight,
I was using her kitchen this morning, you like cheesecake right,
she let me cook one for our Birthday Cake."
Still keeping an eye on Vernon but moving near Harry.
"Nice." Said Harry.
"Do you know her? Is she one of you?" Asked Vernon.
"I meet her this morning when I went walking." Said Lewis.
"She seems nice, and yes she human."
"Happy Birthday to you two." Said their Ant.
Woken in the early hours of the morning by a loud,
hooting noise from his nephews' room.
"Third time this week!" he roared across the table.
"If you can't control that owl, it'll have to go!"
"They are not its. I take it you never had a pet?" Asked Lewis.
"They make noise, just like people."
"I want more bacon." Said Dudley.
"There's more in the frying pan, sweetums," said Aunt Petunia,
turning misty eyes on her massive son.
"We must feed you up while we've got the chance …
I don't like the sound of that school food …"
"Nonsense, Petunia, I never went hungry when I was at Smeltings," said Uncle Vernon heartily.
"Dudley gets enough, don't you, son?"
Dudley, who was so large his bottom drooped over either side of the kitchen chair, grinned and turned to Harry.
"Pass the frying pan." Said Dudley.
Ever since the Twins had come home for the summer holidays, Uncle Vernon had been treating them like a bomb that might go off at any moment, because the twins were not normal boys.
As a matter of fact, he was as not normal as it is possible to be. The Potter Twins are wizards – a wizard fresh from their first year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. And if the Dursleys were unhappy to have Harry back for the holidays munch less Lewis, it was nothing to how the twins felt.
They missed Hogwarts so much, missed the castle,
with its secret passageways and ghosts, lessons,
the post arriving by owl, eating banquets in the Great Hall, sleeping in his four-poster bed in the tower dormitory,
visiting the gamekeeper, Hagrid, in his cabin in the grounds next to the Forbidden Forest and, especially, Quidditch,
the most popular sport in the wizarding world.
The Twins looked nothing like the rest of the family.
Uncle Vernon was large and neckless,
with an enormous black moustache;
Aunt Petunia was horse-faced and bony;
Dudley was blond, pink and porky. The twins, on the other hand, was small and skinny, with brilliant green eyes and now bright red hear that use to be jet-black hair that was always untidy. They wore round glasses, and on his forehead was a thin, lightning-shaped scar.
It was this scar that made the Twin so particularly unusual, even for a wizard. This scar was the only hint of the Twins very mysterious past, of the reason he had been left on the doorsteps eleven years before.
At the age of one, Lewis had somehow survived a curse from the greatest dark sorcerer of all time, Lord Voldemort,
whose name most witches and wizards still feared to speak.
The Twins' parents had died in Voldemort's attack,
but twins had escaped with his lightning scar,
and somehow – nobody understood why Voldemort's powers had been destroyed the instant he had failed to kill Lewis.
Harry had been brought up by his dead mother's sister and her husband and Lewis to the Orphanage. Harry had spent five years with the Dursleys, never understanding why he kept making odd things happen without meaning to, believing the Dursleys' story that he had got his scar in the car crash which
had killed his parents.
And then, six year ago, Lewis and Albus showed up,
and they moved to the borrow and his Twin learned about his family, the real story. The twins had taken up their place at wizard school, where he and his scar were famous,
but now the school year was over, and he was back with the Dursleys for the summer, back to being treated like a dog that had rolled in something smelly.
Dudley was looking at Harry's scar then to Lewis,
and after a few minutes he asked,
"Lewis did you get a scar to from the crash?"
"Crash? What crash?" Asked Lewis looking confused.
"I was never in a crash."
"Your twin was," said Dudley.
"You where, anyone else get hurt?" Asked Lewis both confused and concerned.
"Your parents died in it." Said Dudley.
Lewis was confused and asked, "Who said this?"
"Vernon said that, was in my letter from The Professor."
Said Harry. "I don't know what was in it, never seen it."
"No, our parents were murdered, by someone who was
pure evil, and yes I do have a scar." Said Lewis.
"Can I see it?" asked Dudley.
Lewis through for a few minutes,
then pulled his hear up showed a star shaped scar with a lightning bolt coming off it that lines up with Harry's.
"Why do they line up?" Asked Dudley.
"Because we were side by side when he tried to kill me,"
said Lewis. "After he attacked us, I even hugged Harry and would not let go."
"Someone tried to kill you?" asked Vernon.
"Did you not read the letter, that was left with Harry?
Do you still have it?" asked Lewis.
"Yes, but that was Harry," said Vernon.
"No, that was me not Harry," said Lewis.
"You know Harry know the most truth now, will six years ago."
"You do?" Asked Vernon.
"What he will tell me." Said Harry, "but I know he keeping thangs from me."
Then at that moment, Uncle Vernon cleared his throat importantly and said, "Now, as we all know,
today is a very important day.
This could well be the day I make the biggest
deal of my career." said Vernon.
Course, he thought bitterly, Uncle Vernon was talking about the stupid dinner party. He'd been talking of nothing else for a fortnight. Some rich builder and his wife were coming to dinner and Uncle Vernon was hoping to get a huge order from him.
"I think we should run through the schedule one more time,"
said Uncle Vernon. "We should all be in position at eight o'clock. Petunia, you will be?" said Vernon.
"In the lounge," said Petunia promptly,
"waiting to welcome them graciously to our home."
"Good, good. And Dudley?" said Vernon.
"I'll be waiting to open the door." Dudley put on a foul,
simpering smile. "May I take your coats, Mr. and Mrs. Mason?"
"They'll love him!" cried Aunt Petunia rapturously.
"Excellent, Dudley," said Uncle Vernon.
Then he rounded on the twins. "And you?"
"I'll be in my bedroom, making no noise and pretending I'm not there," said Harry tonelessly.
"NO, we will be at Ms. Figs, she wants us over,
we will be completely out of the way as soon as this meal is over,
we will even bring our owls over to." Said Lewis.
"Even better," said Uncle Vernon nastily.
"I will lead them into the lounge, introduce you,
Petunia, and pour them drinks. At eight fifteen?" Asked Vernon.
"I'll announce dinner," said Aunt Petunia.
"And Dudley, you'll say?" Asked Vernon.
"May I take you through to the dining room,
Mrs. Mason?" said Dudley, offering his fat arm
to an invisible woman.
"My perfect little gentleman!" sniffed Aunt Petunia.
"And you two?" said Uncle Vernon viciously them.
"Mars." Said Lewis. "Mabey Jupiter, would prefer the upper spiral arm of the Pegasus Galaxy a visit to Atlantis
would be fun."
"Don't be a smart mouth." Said Vernon.
"Will you have asked us that question two minutes ago."
Said Lewis, "Did you forget our plains, Harry."
"No, did you Lewis?" Asked Harry.
Vernon looks at Lewis and said, "I don't intimate you, do I?"
"Not anymore, do you not remember what happens if you try?" Asked Lewis. "but I will keep an eye on you in the room."
He just went on with his speech, "Now, we should aim to get in a few good compliments at dinner. Petunia,
any ideas?" Said Vernon.
"Vernon tells me you're a wonderful golfer, Mr. Mason,
Do tell me where you bought your dress, Mrs. Mason."
Said Petunia.
"Perfect, Dudley?" Said Vernon.
"We had to write an essay about our hero at school, Mr. Mason, and I wrote about you." Said Dudley.
This was too much for both Aunt Petunia and Harry.
Aunt Petunia burst into tears and hugged her son,
while Harry ducked under the table so they would not see him laughing but Lewis just started laughing.
"What is so funny?" Asked Vernon.
"Just a suggestion, you might want to be less far less obvious
with the ass kissing. The personal hero to a person he has not meet and know nothing about is way to munch."
Said Lewis. "a report about the same person is border line bat shit crazy and creepy."
Vernon through on it for a minute then said, "Your right Lewis,
that is over the line. Dudley, you need dial it down."
"When dinner's over, Dudley you take Mrs. Mason back to the lounge for coffee, Petunia, and I'll bring the subject
round to drills. With any luck, I will have the deal signed and sealed before the News at Ten.
We'll be shopping for a holiday home in
Majorca this time tomorrow."
"What Majorca?" Asked Lewis.
"You never heard of there; it is famous…" started Vernon.
"… in England or Europe?" Asked Lewis.
"Yes, but your English, right?" Said Vernon.
"Tropical Island beach front community off the cost of Spain,
it is a be beautiful location. You never head
of Paradise Islands?"
"I am British born but lived from age one to six in the US,
paradise to me is Hawaii, that the famous Paradise Islands."
said Lewis, "Assumed anyone know of Hawaii."
Harry could not feel too excited about this.
He did not think the Dursleys would like him any better in Majorca than they did in Privet Drive.
"Right – I'm off into town to pick up the dinner jackets for Dudley and me. And you," he snarled at twins,
"You stay out of your aunt's way while she's cleaning."
The twins left through the back door.
It was a brilliant, sunny day. They crossed the lawn,
slumped down on the garden bench in Ms. Figs back yard,
and they sang, "Happy Birthday to us … happy birthday to us …'
No cards, no presents, and he would be spending the evening pretending not to exist. He gazed miserably into the hedge.
He had never felt so lonely. More than anything else at Hogwarts, more even than playing Quidditch,
they missed his best friends, Ron Weasley and Neville Longbottom. They, however, did not seem to be missing then at all. Neither of them had written to him all summer,
even though Ron had said he was going to ask the Twins over to come and stay.
Merlin flew down and landed on Lewis's shoulder.
"I am writing Ron, want to know if there going come and get us or if Ms. Weasley is mad at me about something." Said Lewis.
To the Weasleys,
Think we have been forgotten, please at least wright us. Has been 2 weeks, you got one week left. We have each other at least but remember in two weeks we are making a run for it.
We have sent several letters. Hopping to see you soon or at least an owl.
Your truly,
Lewis and Harry.
Merlin and Hedwig flew off together.
For the first couple of weeks back, the Twins had enjoyed muttering nonsense words under his breath and watching Dudley tearing out of the room as fast as his fat legs would carry him. But the long silence from Ron and Neville had made the Twins feel so isolated from the magical world that even taunting Dudley had lost its appeal – and now Ron and Neville had forgotten their birthday.
What wouldn't he give now for a message from Hogwarts?
From any witch or wizard?
Not that their whole year at Hogwarts had been fun.
At the very end of last term, Lewis had come face to face with none other than Lord Voldemort himself, almost dying.
Voldemort might be a ruin of his former self,
but he was still terrifying, still cunning,
still determined to regain power. Lewis had survived Voldemort for a second time, but it had been a narrow escape,
and even now, weeks later, the Lewis kept waking in the night,
drenched in cold sweat, wondering where Voldemort was now, remembering his livid face, his wide, mad eyes …
Harry suddenly sat bolt upright on the garden bench.
He had been staring absent-mindedly into the hedge and the hedge was staring back. Two enormous green eyes had appeared among the leaves.
Harry jumped to his feet just as a jeering voice floated across the lawn.
"I know what day it is," sang Dudley, waddling towards him.
The huge eyes blinked and vanished.
"That nice Dudley.' Said Lewis. "Go away please."
"Well done," said Harry. "You've finally..."
Lewis stopped Harry, "Dudley please go away. We just want quite." Said Lewis.
"Today's your birthday," sneered Dudley.
"How come you haven't got any cards?
Haven't you even got friends at that freak place?"
"Better not let…,' said Harry coolly.
Lewis stopped Harry, "Dudley we are not bothering you,
go home and leave us be.
Your being rude." Said Lewis.
Dudley hitched up his trousers, which were slipping down his fat bottom. "Why're you staring at the hedge?" he said suspiciously.
"Where trying to…" started Harry again.
"You know you can always go home and leave us be." Said Lewis.
"we are not bothering you at all.
Why did The Professor have to send us here?
I want to go home where our Mom and Dad and all our Brothers are." Said Lewis when he started to cry on his brother shoulder and Harry started doing the same.
"Same and that house." Said Harry.