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No, Sean/Harry is not Wrath, though Envy has noted the similarities between the two. It will be explained later.
There are three ways I have come up with to bring Edo into it; I just haven't decided which one to use.
I'm actually making a new prophecy that incorporates Envy into it, so at the moment, they are the 'Twins-Who-Survived', only one of them isn't exactly 'alive'.
A Little On Envy…
Because he was 'reborn', he is no longer partial to the emotions brought on by Hohenheim's abandonment of his 'son' since those were just impressions from the child he was impersonating. Furthermore, he isn't insane because the insanity came from his hate and the side effects of the Flawed Philosopher's Stones, which, too, shall be explained later.
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Envy was grumpy. Really, really grumpy. He chomped on one of the fifty or so assorted cookies Martha had made them for the trip with promises of sending new goodies daily as the Hogwarts Express pulled away from the station.
"C'mon, bro! Lighten up, would ya? It's not like it's the end of the world." Sean said, promptly stealing the half-eaten cookie from his brother's hand as he lounged on said brother's shoulder.
Envy gave a grumpy grunt and Look™. "The world may not end, but my life might." The Sin took another cookie and slouched further into the ridiculously soft seats, grumbling words he and Sean had learnt from the street kids at railway lines and riverfronts through the years. They'd originally been sent to foster homes because they were corrupting the other kids at the orphanages.
Sean laughed at his twin, and if it had been anyone else, Envy would have punched their face in.
Several hours later, the pair were relaxed in identical lounging positions on the chairs, crossed legs propped on the windowsill by the sliding door, heads cushioned on the curtains and rolled up robes, Edo and Fluffy laying across their respective master's abdomen and both reading a book; 'A Pranksters Guide To Mayhem' by Quickla Silver for Sean and 'Potion Ingredients And Their Properties' by Belladonna Wolfsbaine for Envy. The most notable difference between the two was that there was a toad seated on Envy's knee.
The door slid open to reveal a, rather stupid-looking in Envy's opinion, redheaded boy with loads of freckles and a bucktoothed, brown bushy-haired wench who would actually have been quite pretty if she weren't so obviously a bossy-boots.
"Have either of you seen a toad? A boy called Neville has lost one."
Neither boy looked up.
"Nope."
"Nope."
"Croak."
"What do you mean 'Nope'? It's right there on your knee!"
Envy didn't move. "Just because it's on my knee, doesn't mean I've seen it since, as you can see, I was reading this book before you so rudely barged in without so much as knocking. Honestly, for all you knew, I could have been laying around starkers."
Sean snorted behind his book. "He has been known to do that, you know." He told the pair in the doorway.
The girl made an angrily indignant unlady-like sound. "Ronald. Get the toad and come on."
The redhead wisely grabbed the toad and the two left the compartment, the girl slamming the door.
Ten minutes later, the toad was once again positioned on Envy's knee.
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Envy regarded the dingy little boats on the lake, drizzle falling in sheets onto the water. He looked at Hagrid.
"I've got Aquaphobia."
Hagrid looked at the boy, surprised. "But you have to go across the lake! It's tradition!"
Envy folded his arms and narrowed his visible eye, voice hard. "The only way you're getting me in that boat is over my cold, maggot-infested corpse."
Sean was having trouble standing he was laughing so hard.
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Sean and Envy were warm and a lot dryer than the other first years since they had hitched a ride in the carriages with the upper years after Envy had threatened to sue the school for severe mental trauma to a minor. Envy had stopped only long enough to pat the dragonish horses pulling the carriage in thanks before bolting into the castle with everyone else.
The twins had been met at the door by the woman from the night they were left at the Dursleys, who introduced herself as Deputy Headmistress Minerva McGonagall and led them to where the other First Years were waiting. The Professor told the large group to tidy themselves up with a pointed look at Envy and Sean.
Envy was quite pleased with his appearance personally. How was it his fault the old hag had bad fashion sense? The grey slacks hung jauntily off his hip, the belt was sloppily done up, his shoes were untied, his cloak hung over his right shoulder, his grey vest was mysteriously MIA, the tie out-did the belt on sloppiness, the white blouse was undone and un-tucked, and he was wearing a black T-shirt under it which read in white writing 'I'm awake. What more do you want?'.
Sean's outfit only differed in that his cloak was over the left shoulder and his shirt read 'You have the perfect face for radio'.
Overall, they came off as cool slobs. Some of the older students had sneered at them until they realised that the two really didn't care what they thought of them.
Envy regarded the newly arrived spectres with a curious eye before approaching the morbid, blood-stained ghosty hanging in the corner.
"What's with the sour face? Is this place really that bad?"
The Bloody Baron turned to see who had addressed him. He took in the creature before him and knew it wasn't a human child. A slow smile crawled across his dour face when his empathy felt no malevolence, only mischief.
"It suddenly doesn't seem that bad." The Baron replied in his rusty, ill-used voice. "I would advise you and your…'brother' seek out the aid of Peeves the Poltergeist for your endeavours. I shall also hope you are placed in my patron House, Slytherin."
Envy quirked a grin of thanks and nodded. "We'll have to see what House Sean is placed into. I have sworn to stay by his side and protect him."
The Baron nodded in understanding. He knew all about oaths and promises. "You may call upon me if you have any questions."
Envy nodded again. "Shall do."
Envy watched the Baron drift off before turning to seek out his brother. Envy found Sean seated on a stone railing looking bored out of his wits. Envy pulled himself up next to his twin.
"It seems I'm doomed to be sorted into Slytherin." The Sin informed the human.
Sean glanced at his brother. "Figures. Only House that'll take ya. Fear not, for I, your loving brother, shall try to get placed in the evil snaky House, if only for you."
Envy snorted. "Thanks. If, by some stretch of the imagination, you don't get placed into the 'evil snaky House', I, your ever-faithful twin, can always resort to threats."
Sean gave a bark of laughter and both boys stood as McGonagall returned. They ignored the Professor's pointed look and followed the rest of the group into a large, student-filled hall with a large, see-through ceiling.
If Envy was any less claustrophobic, he would have gone on a killing spree to get rid of the staring eyes.
Everyone, including the twins, focused on a rather ratty looking hat. The Homunculus felt an eyebrow steadily rising when the thing started singing.
The two shared a Look™.
"I move we ignore it." Sean proposed.
"Agreed."
"-For I'm a thinking cap!"
There was some rather forced applause.
What followed was a rather long and tedious procession of Firsties being called up by alphabetical order to try the talking hat on and have it shout out their House. Envy and Sean passed their time pulling faces at the older red-haired twins at what they learnt were the Gryffindor table and being amused by the faces the redheads were pulling back.
"Potter, Harry."
Everyone turned to the front of the hall, whispers broke the silence of the hall and the teachers at the Head table sat up straighter.
McGonagall looked around, a frown firmly on her face.
"Potter, Harry, please come forward."
There were more whispers before McGonagall moved on, a tinge of worry at the corner of her eyes.
"Potter, Vy."
The man Envy recognised as Dumbledore was doing a bang up job of keeping his anger hidden while the man who looked distinctly bat-like looked like Christmas and Easter had come on the same day.
The Deputy Headmistress looked positively haggard when she was forced to continue the sorting over the scandalized whispers.
Finally, the old bag got to-
"Smith, Sean."
Said little ankle-biter bound up onto the dais and delicately settled the hat over his head.
After a minute or so, the slit of a mouth opened and screamed "SLYTHERIN!"
The green table cheered and the redheads at the Gryffindor table exaggerated crying onto each other's shoulder.
"Smith, Tynan."
Envy noted Dumbledore sit up straighter suddenly. Envy prayed to the Gate that he hadn't connected the dots. Nevertheless, the Sin sauntered up the dais in his usual gliding lope with a smugly superior smirk on his face.
The moment the hat touched his head, he mentally said to the hat, "Put me in Slytherin or I'll turn you into a pile of ashes before you can say 'Gryffindork'.
No sooner had he finished the thought than the hat screamed out another "SLYTHERIN!"
Envy looked infinitely smug as he took the position next to his brother at the 'evil snaky House' table.
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The Slytherin common room, though dark, green and all-round evil-villainy, was surprisingly warm and comfortable with heavy green dominated tapestries keeping the chill in the walls, plush black and green rugs on the stone floor and heavy, comfortable dark-wood furniture.
The twins were enamoured by the place and quickly claimed the best, most comfortable seats by the fire for themselves and settled in for the speech of their Head of House as the bat-man swept into the room in a fluttering of a black cloak.
"Alright. Sit down, all of you." Were the first words out of the man's mouth upon entering. "I am Professor Severus Snape, Potions Master here at Hogwarts and your Head of House. Slytherin takes in only the most ambitious and cunning, and for that many will consider you Dark. While it is true that many of the Dark Lord's followers were in Slytherin House, the other Houses contributed just as many to His cause. Unfortunately, these witches and wizards lacked the skill and cunning to rise in the ranks, and so were not well known. It is for the stigma that all Slytherins are Dark and evil that you have effectively been named enemy to almost everyone in the castle. From this time onward, your House is your family. Any disputes between Housemates will be kept within the House and under wraps." Snape narrowed his big dark eyes as he surveyed the faces of the ten First Year Slytherins. "And be warned, I do not tolerate petty disputes between my snakes. Furthermore, I will not be pleased if any of you lose points or receive a detention." Once he was sure the Firsties understood how serious he was, Snape nodded, pleased that the children understood. "Are there any questions?"
Envy's hand rose, sardonic smirk in place.
Snape nodded to the twin. "Mr…?"
"Smith. By not getting into trouble, do you mean don't get into trouble or don't get caught?"
Snape smiled coolly. "I'm sure you're intelligent enough to reach your own conclusion."
Envy's smirk didn't shift a millimetre. "Just checking."
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