Harry Potter and the Evil Twin

Chapter 2:Harry's Bad Decision

It was the longest week Harry Potter had ever had, after his huge fight with his uncle. They hadn't spoken for a whole week, but Harry was rather grateful on that matter. During that week Harry had tried to come up with a plan to leave the Dursley's and some how find his way to Ron's house. He had written Ron a letter telling him all about it.

Dear Ron, Can you believe those ruddy Dursley's? They won't let me come to your house! I'm going to think of a way to somehow get to your house, though. Anyway thanks for all that food. I really needed because the Dursley's are feeding me less and less each day. ~Harry.

Harry had also received a letter from Sirius that past week. He had gotten the letter in the morning. Harry was sound asleep on his bed when all of a sudden he heard a loud screech. When he looked up there was a beautiful bald eagle standing on his windowsill, a package tied to its leg. Harry walked over to the eagle and untied the package. Inside were to parcels. Harry opened the smaller one and recognized Sirius's handwriting.

Dear Harry, Happy Birthday. Sorry I'm a little late but I've been busy moving around and haven't had much time. Currently I'm in the United States hiding. I figured I wouldn't be quite as known here so I wouldn't have to keep as secretive. Anyway the other parcel is an old gadget of mine your father and I used to use all the time. It's a little chest box with all different potions in it. They do different things such as, making you able to breath under water, letting you walk through anything solid, making anything as light or as heavy as you want it, blocks any spell, makes you invisible and lets you see what people are thinking. Your father and I used it all the time and I figured you would find a use for it. After you use up the bottles they will refill themselves. I know you'll find a good use for this! ~Sirius.

It was like a light flashed on in Harry's mind. Sirius had sent him the perfect gift. Harry decided that he would use the potion to make his chest really light and then tie it to his broomstick. The only problem, which Harry wasn't thinking of at the time, was that he didn't exactly know where Ron's house was.

As Harry opened the second parcel he saw a tiny chest with a key hole in the middle. Harry picked up the box and saw a tiny key below it. He put the key into the hole and opened the box. Inside where six tiny bottles with different color liquids inside them. Harry picked them up one by one until he found the one that said, A Potion To Make Anything Light Or Heavy. On the back was a set of directions that Harry started to read.

To use this potion simply pour it on an object and say the words "alumini." The potion should work instantly. Warning, this potion should only be used with inanimate objects. Harry put the potion back in the box and closed the lid. He'd decide to use the potion that night, since he figured he would not be able to last another couple day without pulling out his wand and doing something to hurt the Dursley's.

Harry looked over at his clock and saw that it was 6:00 a.m. He got up out of bed and started to get dressed, hoping the day would go quickly. To Harry it seemed that day took months to finally end. He sat in bed listening to his relatives finally drift off to sleep. When he heard Uncle Vernon and Dudley start to snore Harry knew it was now okay to leave.

He got out of bed and, as quietly as possible, and dropped the little potion onto his chest. Harry quietly mumbled the word, "alumini." He waited a couple of seconds and then tried to pick up his chest. The potion had worked. It was as light as a feather. Harry got some string and tied the chest to his broom. He made one last check to see if he had left anything behind and then quietly opened the door and started down the stairs.

Once or twice Harry thought Uncle Vernon had woken up, but it just turned out to be him rolling over in his sleep. Harry knew that the faster he got out of the house, the better. After what seemed like forever Harry finally reached the front door and stepped out into the black coolness of the night. Harry mounted his broom and was up into the air, soaring above all the houses. He took one last glance at Number 4 Privet Drive and then turned and flew into the night. It still hadn't occurred to Harry that he didn't know where Ron lived.

Harry had been flying for almost twenty minutes. He though to himself, I like the night best. It's so calm and peaceful. Below, Harry saw a bright red light ahead which he figured came from some sort of car light. It's so quite, Harry thought, too quite. Harry started to get a chill down his neck and his hair stood on ends.

All of a sudden Harry's scar started to burn with unbelievable pain. Harry let go off the broom and almost feel off, but somehow managed to hold on. He couldn't see. The red light was getting brighter and brighter. Harry's scar stung with pain as he tried to control his broom. Harry saw a bright flash of green light ahead of him and then he felt himself falling downward, falling toward the bright red light.

With a sickening thud, Harry hit the ground. His mind went black. I'm dead, Harry thought to himself. It's over. I'm in heaven. As Harry lay there in total blackness, a scene faded into his mind. It looked like a dark cavern. Possibly an underground cave. The place was very dark and was only lit by a few candles. In the dim light Harry could see two figures in the background. They were talking about something. As they walked closer, Harry hard bits of their conversation.

"It is time my son," the taller figure said. "You are now ready to start our mission." The smaller figure answered.

"Yes father. Hmm, the word father surprises me. After all you should be my father. After all, I am the heir of Voldemort. I have no idea why I was born into the Potter family."

"Well my son, now is your chance to change all that. By killing off the Potter family you will become pure evil and then you will truly be my son."

Sure enough as the figures came closer Harry saw the face of Voldemort, more hideous then ever. The figure next to Voldemort looked like a boy, no older then Harry. In fact the boy like identical to Harry, except minus the scar. To Harry, it was like looking in a mirror.

That's weird, Harry though to himself. The two people continued their conversation.

"Tomorrow we will set out to destroy that wretched boy Harry. You will get your first chance then." Voldemort said.

'"Great," the boy said. "He'll regret the day he ever became famous with that stupid scar. Tomorrow I will destroy my twin brother!"

The End (Until Chapter 3!)

Ok I hope you liked this chapter. ~*~Hint~*~ I use a lot of foreshadowing in my stories, so be aware of that!!!! The next chapter will be called Chapter 3: Unanswered Questions! Visit my HP web site at http://www.homestead.com/amagicalworld/HPWorld.html