The Potter Twins and the Chamber of Secrets

In honor of Robbie Coltrain

1950-2022

Chapter 1: The Adventure Continues

It is a quiet summer evening in Surrey. Harry and Michael Potter have now been given a bedroom for them to share since they came back from Hogwarts.

They are sitting together, looking at the picture book that Rubeus Hagrid gave them at the end of their first year at Hogwarts; they look at the picture of them as babies with their parents, then turn the page to look at a picture of them with their closest friends, Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger.

They turn the page to see Michael sitting with Neville as Fleet was playing with a ball in front of them.

Said Ferret was currently sleeping in one of Michael's shoes.

They then hear Harry's owl Hedwig chirping and hooting in her cage.

Harry, "I can't let you out, Hedwig. We're not allowed to use magic outside of school."

Hedwig nibbles at her lock, squawking loudly.

Michael, "besides, if Uncle Vernon-"

Vernon angrily shouts from downstairs, "Harry and Michael Potter!"

The twins glance downstairs then look at Hedwig before closing the book and going downstairs.

Harry, "now you've done it."

Michael, "don't blame Hedwig…. She's still more well behaved than Dudley…."

….

In the kitchen, Petunia is working on a cake as the boys enter.

Michael wasn't sure if the dessert was a cake, or pie, or some kind of pudding.

Petunia, "they're in there, Vernon, I mean."

As usual, Petunia was the only person to give the twins the time of day.

Harry and Michael enter the living room, where Uncle Vernon is getting Dudley dressed up.

Vernon, "I'm warning you. If you can't control that bloody bird, it'll have to go."

Harry, "but she's bored. If I could only let her out for…. An hour or two."

Vernon, "heh, so you can send secret messages to your freaky little friends? No, sir. You're lucky I even let you keep the bird, or that filthy little rodent!"

Michael, "he's a ferret!"

Harry, "and we haven't had any messages from any of our friends. Not one. All summer."

Dudley, "who would want to be friends with you two?"

He bumps Harry and Michael harshly.

Vernon, "I should think you'd be a little more grateful. We've raised you since you both were babies, given you the food off our table, even let you have Dudley's second bedroom, purely out of the goodness of our hearts."

Michael mutters, "what little there is of it…."

Petunia says to Dudley, "not now, bumpkins. It's for when the Masons arrive."

Vernon, "which should be any minute", he motions for his family to come into the living room, "now, let's go over our schedule once again, shall we? Petunia, when the Masons arrive, you will be…?"

Petunia, "in the lounge, waiting to welcome them graciously to our home."

Vernon, "good. And, Dudley, you will be…?"

Dudley, "I'll be waiting to open the door."

Vernon, "excellent", Vernon turns to Harry and Michael with scornful looks, "and you two...?"

Harry, "we'll be in our bedroom, making no noise and pretending that we don't exist."

Michael, "just like every other day…."

Vernon, "too right you will. With any luck, this could well be the day I make the biggest deal of my career, and you two will not mess it up."

The twins go upstairs as the doorbell rings.

Harry and Michael hear someone laughing madly in their room. They open the door to find a strange creature, known as a house elf, bouncing on their bed.

He said, "Harry and Michael Potter! Such an honor it is!"

Harry closes the door as Michael asks, "who are you?"

The elf replied, "Dobby sir, Dobby the house elf."

Harry, "not to be to be rude or anything, but this isn't a great time for us to have a house elf in our bedroom."

Dobby, "oh, oh, yes, sir! Dobby understands! It's just that, Dobby has come to tell you- it is difficult, sir- Dobby wonders where to begin?"

Michael, "why don't you sit down?"

Dobby, "s-sit down? S-sit- sit down?"

He soon begins to cry.

Michael, "oh! Dobby, ssh! I'm sorry", Dobby cries louder, "I didn't mean to offend you, or anything."

Dobby stops crying when he hears that word, "offend Dobby? Dobby has heard of your greatness, sir's, but never has he been asked to sit down by a wizard, like an equal."

Harry, "you can't have met many decent wizards then."

Dobby, "no, I haven't. That was an awful thing to say", he then bangs his head on the dresser drawer repeatedly, "Bad Dobby! Bad Dobby! Bad Dobby!"

Harry, "stop, Dobby! Dobby, shh! Dobby, please stop!"

Michael, "there's company downstairs! Please stop!"

….

From downstairs in the living room, the Dursleys and the Masons are having some wine as they hear the banging from above.

Vernon, "oh, don't mind that. It's just the…. Cat", he chuckles lightly, as Mr. and Mrs. Mason look on, being convinced and concerned at the same time.

….

Dobby is still banging his head on the drawer, saying, "Bad Dobby!"

Harry, "Dobby, stop! Please be quiet."

Michael, "are you alright?"

Dobby, "Dobby had to punish himself, sir's", he pushes a stool closer to Harry and Michael, "Dobby almost spoke ill of his family, sir's."

Harry, "your family?"

Dobby, "the wizard family Dobby serves, sir", he gets up and sits on the stool, "Dobby is bound to serve one family forever. If they knew Dobby was here….", he shivers, "but Dobby had to come. Dobby has to protect Harry and Michael Potter. To warn them. Harry and Michael Potter must not go back to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry this year", the twins look at him in surprise, "there is a plot, a plot to make most terrible things happen."

Harry, "what terrible things?"

Michael, "who's plotting them?"

Dobby is trying to resist himself from saying something, "oh, he! Can't say!"

Harry, "okay, I understand. You can't say."

Michael, "just please don't do anything to harm yourse-"

Dobby, "don't make me talk. L-", Dobby gets on the desk, grabs the lamp and hits himself with it, "Bad Dobby!"

Harry, "Dobby? Dobby!"

Michael, "put the lamp down!"

He keeps hitting himself.

….

In the living room, Vernon is still doing his conversation with the Masons.

Vernon, "so, when they arrive at the ninth hole-", Dobby's shout is heard, Vernon hears it upstairs while looking suspicious.

….

Harry is trying to grab the lamp from Dobby, "give me the lamp!"

Dobby keeps straining until Harry hears Vernon coming upstairs.

Michael, "Dobby, stop!"

Harry finally grabs it from Dobby, grabs his rags, hides him in the closet, and closes the door.

Harry, "get in there!"

Michael, "and keep quiet!"

Vernon opens the door, stomping into the room, and glaring at Harry and Michael, "what the devil are you doing up here?!"

Harry, "I was just…."

Dobby slowly opens the closet door; Harry pushes it closed.

Vernon, "you've just ruined the punchline of my Japanese golfer joke."

Michael coughed under his breath, "cough, cough, racist, cough, cough."

Harry, "sorry."

He closes the closet door again.

Vernon glances at the closet door, unaware of Dobby's presence, then lifts his finger as he turns his eyes back to Harry, "one more sound, and you'll wish you'd never been born. Either of you", he sees the closet door opening again, "and fix that door."

Harry closes the door again, "yes, sir."

Vernon glares at Harry as he walks out of the room, pulling the door closed; with Vernon gone, Harry opens the closet door to let Dobby out.

Michael, "see why we've got to go back?"

Dobby removes a sock from his ear.

Harry, "we don't belong here; we belong in your world, at Hogwarts."

Dobby sniffs the sock and throws it aside and turns to Harry and Michael.

Michael, "it's the only place we've got friends."

Dobby, "friends who don't even write to Harry and Michael Potter?"

Harry, "well, we expect they've been-"

Harry and Michael share a look.

Michael, "hang on, how do you know our friends haven't been writing us?"

Dobby, "Harry and Michael Potter mustn't be angry with Dobby. Dobby hoped if Harry and Michael Potter thought their friends had forgotten them, Harry and Michael Potter might not want to go back to school, sir's…."

He pulls out several letters addressed to the boys.

Harry, "give me those. Now."

Dobby, "no!"

Michael, "Dobby, get back here!"

The twins silently chase after Dobby as he makes a break for it downstairs.

They stop at the doorway to the kitchen as Vernon keeps talking to his guests.

Dobby sees the cake and gains a mischievous grin.

Michael, "Dobby…. Please…. No!"

Dobby snaps his fingers, making the cake fly into the air.

Dobby, "Harry and Michael Potter must say they are not going back to school."

Harry, "we can't. Hogwarts is our home."

Dobby, "then Dobby must do it, sir. For Harry and Michael Potter's own good."

Dobby snaps his fingers making the cake fly over Mrs. Mason.

Harry and Michael slowly and quietly try to grab the cake as Vernon, Petunia and Dudley see what's going on.

The twins aren't able to prevent the cake from falling atop Mrs. Mason!

Vernon, "I'm sorry. It's our nephew's. Very disturbed. Meeting strangers upsets them, so we kept them upstairs…."

Michael and Harry turn to see Dobby giving an apologetic look before snapping his fingers and vanishing.

The Masons race out of the house, the Dursleys following.

Petunia, "we have ice cream…."

The Masons get into their car and drive off, just as a shrieking sound splits the sky. An owl swoops down, and drops a letter at Vernon's feet. He picks up the letter, opens it. As he reads it, a mad gleam dances in his eye. He turns and races back inside the house. Petunia follows. Vernon runs back into the living room, extends the letter to Harry and Michael.

Vernon, "go on. Read it."

Harry, "'Dear Mr. And Mr. Potter. We have received intelligence that a Hover Charm was used at your place of residence at twelve minutes past seven this evening. As you know, underage wizards….'"

Vernon, "'... are not permitted to perform spells outside school….'"

….

Petunia and Dudley watch as Vernon drills bars into Michael and Harry's bedroom window.

Vernon, after tightening the bars, glares at the boys, who glare back at him through the window.

Vernon, "you're never going back to that school. You're never going to see those freaky friends of yours again. Never!"

….

Later that evening, as Harry and Michael are asleep in bed, they hear what sounds like a car engine outside. Waking up, Harry putting on his glasses, they get out of bed and walk to the window. Looking out the window, they see a strange object moving through the sky. As they look, the object appears to be a shooting star, before turning into two beams of light. A turquoise Ford Anglia car flies to the twin's bedroom window, then turns to the right as Harry, Michael, Fleet and Hedwig silently watch. In the Ford Anglia is Ron, accompanied by his older twins, Fred and George!

Ron looks at Michael and Harry through the bars on his window.

Ron, "hiya, Harry. Hiya Michael."

Harry and Michael are surprised to see their friends.

Harry, "Ron, Fred, George!"

Michael, "what are you all doing here?"

Ron, "rescuing you, of course. Now, come on. Get your trunks!"

Fleet climbs atop Michael's shoulder as he puts on his mother's scarf.

….

Eventually, Harry and Michael have gotten dressed, packed their Hogwarts trunk with some clothes, his books, pajamas, uniforms, and all other necessities, shuts them closed, and locks them.

Ron starts putting a hook at the bars on the window and says, "you'd better stand back", Michael and Harry step back as Ron turns to the twin in the drivers' seat, "let's go!"

The car pulls the bars on the window off.

SMASH!

….

Petunia and Vernon wake up.

Petunia, "oh!"

Vernon, "now, what the hell are they doing? Potter's!"

Dudley, who is also awake and on the stairs, "Dad! What's going on!?"

….

George, "go, go, go, go!"

….

Dudley, "Dad, hurry up!"

Vernon unlocked the locks on the door of Harry and Michael's bedroom.

Harry and Michael are putting their trunk's on the car.

Ron, "come on."

Michael, "we're hurrying!"

Fred, "come on."

Harry, "we're hurrying!"

George, "come on, guys! Hurry up!"

Michael managed to get into the car!

Vernon, "Petunia, they're escaping!"

Vernon manages to get into the room and grabs Harry's ankle!

Harry, "ahh! ahh!"

Ron grabs Harry's hand and says, "I've got you Harry!"

Vernon, "come here!"

Harry struggles to get out of Vernon's grip, "let go of me!"

Vernon, "oh no, boy! You, that bloody pigeon, that rat and your brother aren't going anywhere!"

Vernon suddenly felt a rock hit him in the forehead as he tried to grab Harry!

Michael was the one who threw it, exclaiming, "that's one good thing I learned from Peeves!"

Harry, "get off!"

Ron "drive!"

Fred, "right."

George, "right!"

The car begins to drive off as Vernon loses his grip on Harry while leaning out the window!

Vernon, "no! No! No! No! Aaaah!"

Vernon falls from the window and lands in the garden!

Dudley, "Dad!"

Vernon, "oh…. Damn."

The car flies away from Privet Drive as Michael and Harry are now safely sat in the car with the Weasley boys.

Ron, "by the way, Harry, Michael, Happy Birthday!"

Michael and Harry give cheerful smiles as the car flies off….

….

As the car drops through a pink sky, a haphazard mess of a house, built around a towering central chimney, appears below. By the road, a lopsided sign reads: The Burrow. The car touches down in a whirling cone of dust, scatters a group of chickens, and fishtails to a halt. The boys spill quickly out of the car.

Fred walks to the window and opens it to unlock the door.

Fred, "come on. Okay, come on. Shhh! Shhh!"

Fred is checking that the coast is clear then beckoning the others inside.

Fred, "okay, come on."

The group walks inside. Michael and Harry are in awe as various household items are cleaning everything around them. Dishes and whatnot.

Fleet spots Scabbers sleeping on a shelf, and for some reason, he hides in Michael's scarf.

There's a plate of biscuits nearby.

Ron, "do you think it'd be alright if we had some of this?"

George is half smiling as he says, "yeah, Mum would never know."

Ron and his brothers all pick up a biscuit as Harry and Michael continue to look around.

Ron, "it's not much, but it's home."

Harry, "I think it's…. Brilliant."

Michael, "took the words right out of my mouth, Harry."

Ron looks up and ses the twins' mesmerized faces. Ron slowly smiles.

Suddenly, Mrs. Weasley dashes into the room, shouting, "where have you been?"

The boys nearly jump out of their skin. Mrs. Weasley stands in the doorway. Furious. She smiles sweetly at Harry and Michael.

Mrs. Weasley, "Harry, Michael, how wonderful to see you dears."

Mrs. Weasley turns back to Fred, George and Ron.

Mrs. Weasley, "beds empty! No note! Car gone! You could've died! You could've been seen!"

Mrs. Weasley turns back to Harry and Michael.

Mrs. Weasley, "of course, I don't blame you, dear's."

Ron, "they were starving them, Mum! There were bars on their window!"

Mrs. Weasley, "well, you'd best hope that I don't put bars on your window, Ronald Weasley!"

Mrs. Weasley starts softening instantly.

Mrs. Weasley, "care for a spot of tea, Harry? Michael?"

Michael and Harry smile at the hospitality as they sit at the table.

Ginny is walking down the stairs.

Ginny, "Mummy. Have you seen my jumper-"

Mrs. Weasley, "yes dear. It was on the cat."

Ginny looked wide-eyed at Harry.

Harry, "hello."

Ginny quickly goes back upstairs.

Harry, "w-what did I do?"

Michael snickers, as he catches on sooner than his brother can at the obvious crush Ginny had on him.

Ron, "Ginny. Been talking about you all summer. Dead annoying, really."

Harry blushed as Michael snickered.

That's right when Mr. Weasley comes in and says, "morning, Weasleys!"

Fred, George and Ron, "morning, Dad!"

Mrs. Weasley, "morning Arthur!"

Mr. Weasley, "what a night. Nine raids. Nine!"

Harry, "raids?"

Ron, "Dad works in the Ministry of Magic. In the Misuse of Muggle Artifacts Office. Dad loves Muggles. Thinks they're fascinating."

Michael, "he's the only one."

Mr. Weasley, "well now. Who are you two?"

Harry, "oh, sorry sir. I'm Harry, sir, Harry Potter."

Michael, "and, uh, Michael Potter, sir."

Mr. Weasley, "good Lord, are you really? Ron's told us all about you two, of course. When did they get here?"

Mrs. Weasley, "this morning. Your sons flew that enchanted car of yours to Surrey and back last night!"

Mr. Weasley, "did you really! How'd it go?!"

Mr. Weasley catches Mrs. Weasley's eye. Fred, George, Ron, Michael and Harry are hiding their laughter.

Fred, George, Michael, Ron and Harry, "oh, it…."

Mrs. Weasley, "Arthur!"

Everyone except Molly is trying very hard to stop laughing.

Mr. Weasley, "I mean…. That was very wrong, indeed, boys. Very wrong of you. Now, Harry, Michael, you must know all about Muggles. Tell me, what exactly is the function of a rubber duck?"

Harry, "oh, umm…."

Michael, "it's just a toy people like to use when taking a bath."

Mr. Weasley, "my word! Extraordinary!"

The twins could tell that they would have a blast here….

….

Two weeks later….

It's about a day before the students are to return to Hogwarts. Harry and Michael had been allowed to stay at the Weasley's, helping out whenever they could. Michael and Harry got to find out what real garden gnomes looked like! They looked more akin to potatoes than tiny men.

An owl, Errol, with letters, flew in, only to hit a window.

Mrs. Weasley, "well, that'll be Errol with the post. Oh, fetch it will you Percy, please?"

Percy, "Errol…."

He opens the window as the owl gives him the mail.

Ron, "he's always doing that."

Percy, "oh look, it's our Hogwarts letters. And they've sent us Michael and Harry's as well!"

Mr. Weasley, "Dumbledore must know you're both here, boy's. Doesn't miss a trick, that man."

Mrs. Weasley, "oh, no."

Fred, "this lot won't come cheap, Mum. The spell books alone…."

Mrs. Weasley, "we'll manage. Right then. There's only one place we're going to get all of this: Diagon Alley!"

….

Reviews:

Canadude2029: glad you enjoyed the first Potter Twins story, especially the ending. I hope you'll enjoy this one as well.

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And thus we get the next installment of the story.