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This has been on the top of my head for like a few months, and I finally wrote it up.
It's original.
It's not humor – yet.
Anyway, the title will probably be changed.
It's 12:30 at night and I have to get up in 4 and a half hours. Bear with me. It's probably really sucky, but...
-Twin Angles-
Little Harry was, by no means, a normal boy, even seconds after his birth.
His father spent more time with the little boy than his mother did. Well, they were almost never apart. Not to say that Lily Potter didn't love her little boy, which she did, with all of her heart and more, but she never got the chance to bond with her son.
As said before, Harry was not normal, and this was apparent by the emerald green eyes that sparkled with an innocent joy only infants could portray without seeming infantile. Just months after his birth he had an almost full head of black hair that could rival the messiness of his father's, and little stubs of teeth could be seen that both parents could imagine behind a grin, smirk, or, god forbid, a pout.
However, Little Harry Potter was not, in fact, as innocent as we believe.
This was proven when he had been restless all throughout the week before Halloween, which as we all know, was the week before the Potters' sorrowful deaths.
And he was right. A few months after turning one year old, his life was torn apart.
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The Potter family sat in their living room silently, almost peacefully if it weren't for the tense atmosphere. Even the seemingly-innocent Harry could tell that something bad was going to happen, and he did not want to be there, did not want his family there, did not want to ever have known where there was. They were all futile hopes, though.
The door burst open, and everything was panic. James jumped up, and, like the Gryffindor he was in school, bound to the front of the house to fend for his family.
Lily clutched Harry to her chest tightly as she ran up the stairs, hoping to god that the Portkey she'd hidden in the cabinet was still there and there weren't wards around the house.
While fumbling through the drawers in hopes that she had misplaced it, she realized that there was a pounding coming from the doorway. There was someone coming.
She ran, panicking, to corners of the room, trying to become one with the wall. Sadly, this was not possible, even for a witch.
The door burst open and she shrieked. A shadowy figure stood in the doorway, brandishing his wand threateningly. It was a lethal wand, the cause of many deaths. She didn't have to be told who it was to understand. She was going to die, and there was nothing she could do about it.
Her baby boy was tense in her arms, as if he understood what was happening.
All she could think of was protecting her son, and she let out a series of desperate cries for the monster to spare him. All in vain.
The last thing she would ever see was a blinding green light speed towards her, and the distant sound of the words, 'Avada Kedavra' being said in a nonchalant voice.
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No sooner had Dumbledore dropped Harry off at his relatives than Harry had disappeared into thin air.
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Almost exactly twenty years into the past to the second, the Potter family was busy doting on their little James when there was a giant boom outside in the storm. It was Halloween night, and the storm was a rather predictable occurrence. There was something off in the bolt of thunder, though, and Ricki (nicknamed because she hates her birth name, Rose, as it's too girly for her) and Jesse Potter looked at each other a bit oddly. Cautiously, Jesse stood up from the couch and walked to the front door of their small vacation cottage.
Opening the door, thinking that a tree just got knocked over or something, he squinted out the door, both because of the black and because of the wind. But there were no changes. However, as he went to turn around and return inside, he caught sight of something that just did not belong there.
Allowing his Gryffindor recklessness to take over, he bent down to poke it, but was surprised when the soft cry met his ears even through the bundle. Still, in a brash movement, he picked the bundle up and carried it inside.
Instead of sitting on the couch with his wife on it, he sat in the armchair across from it, in case there were any hexes, jinxes, or Dark spells attached to the blanket, or even the baby itself.
He looked at Ricki quickly, hoping that she would ask something, anything, just to distract him. She didn't, however, and just sat looking at the bundle.
With shaking fingers, though he couldn't understand why he was nervous or anxious, or anything, he fumbled to untie the delicate knot tied in the blue plaid baby blanket.
As the thing was unwrapped, in a climactic way, green eyes opened and stared at Jesse Potter, who gasped at the now revealed child that looked almost identical to their James, apart from his green eyes, slightly paler skin than that of their child, and there was a smudge of dirt on his forehead.
Frowning slightly, he licked his thumb and rubbed it across the baby's forehead, expecting to remove the only thing marring the pale skin, and furrowed his brows further when the stuff didn't come off, and his fingers instead met the slight crevice of a scar. The baby let out a whimper, telling him that it was a recent injury.
Ricki chose this time to speak up, and asked, "Jesse, what is it?"
He realized that he'd had the back of the baby's head covered, and as such, there was no way his wife could have known.
"It's a baby… Ricki, come over and look at his face!"
Looking at him quizzically, but complying, she cradled James in the crook of her arm and made her way (those few steps seemed incredibly long to Jesse) to the armchair.
She too gasped when she saw the angelic face of the little one.
"Is there anything else? A note, perhaps?"
The rest of the blanket fell off of the baby as Jesse took off the cocoon, and a note fell out.
However, when Jesse went to open it, he frowned, as it was soaked with water. This puzzled him because neither the baby nor the blankets were wet at all. He cast a drying charm on it, hoping that the ink hadn't run too much, and opened it. Lowering his eyes to the paper, he cursed quietly when he saw that much of it was smudged badly, in plum ink. The only words he could make out were, "Lily and James Potter" "murdered" "Voldemort" "Harry Potter" and "survived," along with the date at the top; October 31, 1981, and a signature that he would notice anywhere, from reading documents the man had signed for the Wizengamot often, Albus Dumbledore.
Ricki was examining the blanket while her husband was scavenging the letter with scrunched eyes. Silver stitching caught her eye, and she smoothed that part out. It read: Harry Potter, and then below it, July 31, 1980.
It was obviously a memento from the child's birth, and she quickly pushed it in Jesse's lap, where he was juggling Harry, the letter, and now the blanket.
Laughing nervously, Ricki picked up the newly proclaimed Harry, and brought both him and James to the little playpen that lay on the other side of the living room.
Harry giggled as he was set down, and quickly crawled over to James, who was looking at him inquisitively, with his head cocked to the side cutely.
She watched as the spark in the little mysterious baby's eyes. It was not a knowing twinkle, nor an overly happy twinkle, or a pouty twinkle, but rather a realizing twinkle. The little boy knew her son!
Quickly, she rushed back to her husband and dragged him up to see the two boys, who were now wrestling on the soft carpet.
"Look at that, Ricki… that's our grandson and our son right there…" he said while staring contentedly at the scene.
"Our… excuse me, but did you say… eh… grandson?"
"Yes. Look at this letter."
She did, and gasped when she realized what it meant.
"He's… dead, then. Died in exactly twenty years… At least he got to get married and have a child, be happy… What'll we do, Jesse?"
"They're only months apart in age… We have to raise him. We have to raise them together, as brothers, twins, even, maybe."
"How… why… why can't we send him back to his time?"
"You do understand, right, how much power it takes to do something like that? We only have a theory of it, and they are hardly applicable to an infant. Plus, the amount of power that individual possesses would have to be at least that of all of the founders and Merlin put together! Love, I know that we may have powerful blood running through our veins, and even more so with James, but we know nothing about the lass he married! It is virtually impossible that so much power could have accumulated in one being so soon! Of course, we could test his lineage with a potion and his blood, but it's nowhere near stable enough… Anyway, there's no way he can get back, and he has nothing there in the future! Didn't you read the letter? His parents – James – are dead!"
Ricki deflated again and sighed resignedly. It was not that she didn't want to take the child in; she knew the repercussions of time travel and what would be changed. For their own good, she decided that it would be best to burn the letter, and told her husband that.
"You're right… we've got preparations to make… I have a friend in the Department of Mysteries… he can help us get a birth certificate… We can say that we found the 'poor little guy' while we were in America and had done the blood adoption ritual there legally, but then learned that it wouldn't carry onto the UK… it'll be best if we can make the certificate that he was born a Potter… which he well could have been… we have a few Potters over in America, not many left, really… Tell him that we didn't know his date of birth, and are filing it as James's because they 'look' so close in age… But for safety, we should change his first name and make Harry his middle…."
Now, Jesse Potter hadn't beaten the scores of the past on most of his NEWTs, graduated at the top of his class, and out-planned Dumbledore and Voldemort in several of the most memorable battles in history for nothing, and thus knew that this was a time that planning would be necessary. This was a fact that Ricki knew well, and sighed as she cleared the space of portraits on the wall, whose occupants grumbled, to reveal a large chalkboard with faint lines and maps on it.
Jesse tapped his wand on the side of his face and selected a list format. He touched the tip of his want to his temple and removed a strand of blue, much like a silver strand of a memory from a pensieve, and prodded the chalkboard.
Instantly words started to form in a slanted scrawl across the board in white, with a few words in a different color as a distinction.
The only thing that worried him was how to keep Dumbledore and Voldemort ignorant of the goings-on of the future. See, he was rather neutral in the war, as both sides made good point. However, he knew that both sides wanted the power of his family, both political and magical. He wasn't about to sign away the future of the Potters to some power-hungry lunatic or twinkling control freak.
Though, to keep all of this from them would include several memory charms, confidentiality charms, invisibility charms, and possibly a large sum of money, which would probably make a small hole in their mountain of gold the Potter and Adrenhe (1) families had been sitting on for at least a millennia.
Jesse wasn't worried about fooling the ministry, nor the two political leaders (because Voldemort had started out in politics) at the time. He would do anything for family.
Then he realized that there was one other thing they needed to do in order to do now was find a first name for their new son.
1 – I made it up, okay! For some background profile on the Potters and co, though:
-----The Adrenhe family was from Spain (there is only one descendant left; Ricki) and are extremely wealthy. Eh… Okay, so they're powerful because the family started with Cortez and his brother, Armand. We all know Cortez wasn't the nicest man in the world, as he murdered the Aztecs in cold blood. His brother, though, tried valiantly to oppose him, but was beaten to the point of near death the night before Cortez's departure. After seeing what the man could do, the Fates granted Armand one wish. Armand wished for those of his blood – not his brother's – to have the strength to fight for what they believe in, both mentally, physically, and magically. Armand was rather small, and was near squib level of magic. Needless to say, they are slightly dark, as they are not afraid to use the Dark Arts to achieve their means. They also have the power and will to keep a sane mind while using them. The family is made up of mostly Slytherins and Ravenclaws, though there are a few Gryffindors, because they stand up for what they believe in. This family was among the first to attend Hogwarts and they were supposedly favored by all of the founders. Ricki is average height, thin, and with dark skin, nearly black hair, dark moss green eyes, along with possessing the special talent of only raising one eyebrow.
-----The Potters are rumored to be descended from the Hufflepuff or Gryffindor. They fight for what they believe in, and have come from any of the houses successfully. However, the last few generations have been mainly in Gryffindor. The Potters are, contrary to belief in the novels, usually neutral and prefer to stay out of wars. Jesse Potter is on the tall side of average at 6 feet with dark blonde messy shoulder length hair, blue eyes, tanned skin (and he's proud of all the hours put into that tan, too), and a well built body. His face is rather boyish, however, and he looks eternally. (Which, in fact, I might make him be… we'll see.)
-----Lily Evans, as we know her, is not muggleborn. In fact, she is from the family of the Hadens. (See Chapter 7 of my other fic, Slytherins Messing with Time, for information, though if Slash offends you, email me or request the information in a review. If you read that chapter, please note that a lot of that stuff, as in the stuff with vamps, will most likely not be used in this. Or at least, I haven't planned on it.)
So I have a few questions for you guys!
What should Harry's first name be?
I keep thinking 'Amadeo' or something. Suggestions are definitely welcome.
What house should Harry be in?
Should it have a slash pairing much later? And if so, which one: HarrySirius, HarryRemus, HarrySeverus, or others.
Review, review, and review some more!
Answer my questions, please!
