Harry stared at the white washed wall in front of him. He felt numb all over his body and was ignoring all the people rushing about the place. He was at some place called St. Mungo's, which was the hospital for magical people that Voldemort had told him about a couple of times. Which meant the place was full of magical people.

Voldemort had been in charge of Harry's education in all things magical since he was four years old which meant he knew his fair share about the magical world, but-. Well. Harry had never exactly been able to believe it.

In all of Harry's years at the orphanage and the five different families he'd lived with he'd never, not even once, witnessed another magical being. Not even an inkling of one. Harry knew he was magical, of course he did, there was no other explanation as for why he could do what he did. Why Voldemort was in his head or why Spot lived inside him.

'I still say you make a run for it', Voldemort insisted.

Harry still had half a mind of listening to him, but after the witch lady had whisked him away from the orphanage she'd brought him to the hospital where he'd met his real parents. They'd both sobbed as they held him for the better part of an hour and told him how he'd come to get separated from them.

'You don't have much ground to stand on to tell me what I should do', said Harry mentally. Harry was a bit pissed at Voldemort, but at the same time he felt like he wasn't very surprised. Not really.

Voldemort had never made it a secret to Harry of who he was and what he used to do. When Harry had first fully understood him he'd been friends with Voldemort for years already and had lost all sense of fear he might have ever had for the man. Especially after that one time he'd jokingly said he'd tell Spot to attack Voldemort and he'd proceeded to have a mayor freak-out. Harry never understood Voldemort's fear for Spot, who Harry saw as one of those really big breeds of dogs that simply didn't know their strength, but were big softies on the inside. Sure he might cause destruction and have a bit of a disturbing lust for bloodshed, but so did Voldemort and Harry could never see him as any sort of harmful person.

'Look', Voldemort hesitated, 'I've already told several time who I am, this was never a secret. And look, your parents aren't even dead! So there, no harm no foul.'

Harry snorted and tried to cover it up with a cough when a nurse looked at him.

'So what do you say, lets run away quickly before we get trapped in a house of the Light and Dumbledore comes snooping in.'

'We're not going anywhere, they said I'll get to meet my brother once we get home.'

Voldemort groaned and Harry could sense his displeasure.

"My sweet, sweet baby!", Lily Potter came prancing into the room, she was holding a glass of martini in her hand just like when she'd arrived at the hospital and Harry had to wonder why nobody had tried to take it away from her.

"It's time for you to come home with us! Come baby", she took his hand and lead him to the entrance of the hospital where a bunch of camaras flashed and a bunch of people started shouted questions at him. James was there, smiling awkwardly at the reporters and upon seeing his wife he practically ran to her and took Harry's other free hand.

"Let's go", he said happily and Harry was teleported along with them.

"Ugh, I hate teleporting", complained Harry, very more than a little queasy after doing so for the second time that day.

'Its called aparating you fool, I haven't spent the last six years teavhing you for you to dismiss it so easily!'

'Aparating, whatever', Harry mumbled unhappily at him.

"It's called aparating", James explained and Harry nearly died from repressing an eyeroll.

"Cool", he said sarcastically.

"When you're older you'll be able to do it as well", enthused Lily.

"Wonderful", said Harry, hoping they could hear in his tone the sarcasm.

"It is, isn't it?", said James happily as he opened the front door of the house.

This time Harry really did roll his eyes.

He was led to the living room to wait while Lily went to fetch Harry's brother. Harry couldn't take his eyes off from all the portraits in the house and the expensive furniture.

'It doesn't look too bad I guess', said Voldemort as Harry inspected a flower vase with golden coated flowers drawn on it, 'I bet that might even be real gold. When nobody's looking you should steal it.'

"Hi", a very soft voice said at his side, causing Harry to jump away from the sound.

In front of Harry stood a boy that looked identical to harry in every sense except for coloring. This boy had bright red hair like Lily, blue eyes and a scar that sliced through his face starting on the right side of his forehead and going down in an angle to his left cheek. He also didn't wear any glasses like Harry.

"Um", said Harry.

"This is James Potter II, but we call him Jimmy", James introduced the boy, smiling widely as he held the boy's shoulders, "Jimmy, this is your brother, Harry."

"Hey", said Harry and held out his hand as he smiled.

Jimmy looked firmly at his shoelaces as he slowly raised his hand and briefly shook Harry's, "Pleasure to meet you", he whispered so softly that Harry barely heard him.

James dabbed his eyes with a handkerchief, "Isn't this beautiful honey? Our family is finally whole again!"

"Absolutely honey", answered Lily as she looked at her martini and took a sip from it.

When Harry looked back to where Jimmy had stood he was surprised to see him gone, but upon some inspection of the room he saw him standing near the corner fidgeting with one of his shirt's buttons.

'Um', Harry thought, unsure on what else he should think.

Harry had now been living for two weeks at the Potter residence.

So far Harry had spent his time eating as many crumpets as he wanted, watching Lily go through several glasses of martinis throughout the day and watching James trying to introduce Harry to all the wonders of the Wizarding world when he wasn't at work.

One of the most memorable attempts done by James was when he drafted Jimmy into showing Harry how great Quidditch was in the backyard pitch. Jimmy had barely lasted a few minutes in the air before he fell off his broom. James had tried to laugh all off, but Harry had seen enough of the sport to last him a lifetime. Voldemort had always told him it was a terrible sport, but Harry had never thought it was because it literally put the lives of its participants in danger.

Lily tried to give Harry and Jimmy lessons on Potions and Charms in-between her never-ending nursing of martinis, but Jimmy spent most of the lessons looking straight at his shoe laces and Harry already knew everything she was teaching him.

The only alteration of this order was on the days where Lily dragged Jimmy to the Department of Mysteries, where they examined him weekly to try determining how he killed Voldemort and survived the killing curse.

Harry wasn't sure how he could tell them that Voldemort had never shot the curse at Jimmy, but at Harry. Assuming the conversation would include him having to explain how Voldemort was somehow trapped in Harry's head and that they'd been chatting since Harry was four both Harry and Voldemort had come upon the agreement that it was best Harry never mention Voldemort to his parents. Neither was Spot to be mentioned. Harry had gathered enough from Voldemort on how the Wizarding world saw Spot's species so he wasn't about to try his luck.

"Hey, we're back", greeted Lily cheerfully as she walked into the kitchen, martini in hand and interrupted Harry's introspective moment over some crumpets.

"Hey, where's Jimmy?"

"Oh", Lily looked around in confusion, "I was sure he was just behind me."

"I'm here", said a soft voice at Harry's side, causing him to nearly jump out of his chair.

"Hi Jimmy! You spooked me there for a second, how was the Department of Mysteries today?"

Jimmy answered by keeping his gaze straight at his shoes. His left arm twitched.

'That boy is so far into his shell that he's mostly shell by now.'

Harry bit his lower lip, "Hey, wanna go explore? There is whole forest in the backyard that I haven't seen yet."

Lily looked ecstatic, "Yes! You're both dismissed from today's Potions class. Go enjoy yourself!"

Wasting no time Harry grabbed his brother's arm and dragged him to the forest where he spend most of the day talking to Jimmy and receiving very little answers.

That night at dinner James was overjoyed at hearing they went exploring, "This is wonderful! Isn't it wonderful honey?", he looked at Lily, who was swaying in her seat as she sipped her martini.

"Sure hun", she slurred.

"But you know what is better than exploring the forest on foot? Exploring the forest on brooms! Exactly!", James exclaimed happily, "You sure you don't want your own broom yet Harry?"

"Absolutely not", said Harry, dead serious.

James chuckled, "You're such a riot Harry, but don't worry, we'll go to Diagon Alley in a couple days and I'll take you myself to buy your very first broom!"

"Oh goody", Harry deadpanned.

James only smiled wider at him.

'Why did I ever consider these people as worthy enemies?', moaned Voldemort.

Thankfully when the day came that they had to go to Diagon Alley James was called in to his job at the Ministry of Magic for some reason or other. Harry hadn't bothered to listen, he'd been too busy celebrating.

Lily was forced to take them instead and as she was heavily hungover she forgot to explain to Harry how the floo worked and instead Jimmy was forced to do it.

"So, um, you take the, um, power", Jimmy took a handful of the powder to demonstrate, "And then you, um, throw it in the, uh, fire and, er, shout the name, um, of the, um, place you're, uh, trying, I mean, uh, not trying, oh Merlin, of the place-the place, um, you're, uh, you're going, um, uh, to?"

'What?'

"I got it, don't worry Jimmy", Harry smiled and Jimmy instantly relaxed. Harry had been dragging Jimmy all over the place since he'd discovered that Lily didn't have any objections to them missing all their classes with her. The result was that Jimmy had taken to following Harry around like a lost puppy and would often cling to Harry's sleeve if they ventured to a place with people, like the nearby Muggle village.

"You, em, you go first, uh, then I'll go", Jimmy handed Harry the pot with the floo powder.

'Just do as I told you to, not-not whatever the hell it is that was.'

'Be nice', Harry chastised, threw the powder and stepped in.

"Diagon Alley!", he shouted and felt himself get whisked away and suddenly get spat out from another fireplace.

"Oh, Harry, is Jimmy still coming?", asked Lily as she glanced down at Harry, careful not to upturn her glass of martini.

As if to answer her the fireplace spat out Jimmy next.

"Harry!", Jimmy looked immensely relieved and immediately took to clinging to Harry's sleeve.

"Excellent. Let's go." And off they went.

As far as they walked and in every shop they entered the crowd would all congregate around Jimmy and ask to shake his hand or ask him how he was doing. Harry also got a few people asking how he was doing now that he reunited with his family and how it felt to have The-Boy-Who-Lived as his twin brother.

They'd gotten most of what they needed by the time they entered the pet store, only their books and wands were left over.

"I don't think you both need an owl. One is more than enough", mused Lily.

Harry looked around and spotted a tiny ginger kitten sleeping alone in a cage, "Ooh, can I have him? Then Jimmy can get an owl, what do you say Jimmy?"

Jimmy's shoulder gave a slight twitch that might be interpreted as a shrug.

"Oh! I know just the one!", said the shop owner and soon was showing Jimmy a snowy white owl.

"He's gorgeous!", exclaimed Harry.

"It's a she, but that's indeed the truth!", enthused the shop owner.

Jimmy hesitantly reached out to the cage and with one finger stroked her feathers.

"Soft", he murmured.

"That's a yes then", said Lily and proceeded to buy the owl and kitten and all the related accessories they would need.

"Now, Mommy needs more olives, here's some Galleons, go buy whatever you still need and come meet me at the Cauldron later", said Lily and was gone before Harry could even get in another word.

Harry sighed, "Let's go get the books next. At least she took the stuff we've bought so far."

Jimmy didn't comment.

After thoroughly enjoying the bookstore and buying as many extra books as their budget allowed Harry dragged Jimmy to the wand shop.

A little more than half an hour later when they exited the shop Harry had to drag his twin into a tiny alcove.

"Look Jimmy, nobody can know about this", Harry pleaded. Jimmy kept looking at Harry with the same wide eyes he'd had since the moment Harry got his want and Ollivander had told him what made it special.

"But Harry, this could mean-"

"Please Jimmy", Harry pleaded again, "If they find out about this they'll do who knows what to me at the Department of Mysteries."

Jimmy flinched when Harry mentioned that place, confirming some of Harry's theories of what it was like for Jimmy to go there every week. It also made him feel all the worse for using it to get Jimmy to keep his silence.

"Okay", Jimmy said softly, looking at his shoes now.

"Thank you Jimmy", Harry breathed in relief and took a look at how much money they had left, "Hey, wanna go eat some ice cream?"

Jimmy perked up a little at that and Harry swore he was going to do whatever it took him to make Jimmy comfortable around him again.

Fortunately, this turned out to be easy since Jimmy already idolized Harry and still followed him around like a puppy on their little excursions. Voldemort hated these excursions with a passion since he found them boring, but Jimmy adored them, so Harry made sure to take a little walk outside at least twice a week.

On the day before they were supposed to be off to Hogwarts a guy called Remus Lupin came to visit. He tried to make some conversation with Harry before he awkwardly gave up and went to talk with James. Maybe it wasn't his fault entirely that he couldn't connect with Harry. Ever since he'd been abandoned at that church Harry'd developed a deep mistrust for all adults in his life. The fact that he'd gone through five adoptive families in six years didn't help either.

Also, there was the fact that he had Voldemort's constant commentary to listen to about the rest of the world and Voldemort was one paranoid motherfucker who distrusted everybody.

'Don't trust him', Voldemort had hissed as soon as Remus had stepped into the house. He more or less looked like a hobo so Harry decided that he'd trust his friend's judgement of character.

That night Remus stayed over and the next morning accompanied them all to the train station.

"For security's sake", James had explained and at first Harry had thought he was exaggerating, but then they arrived at Platform 9 ¾ and chaos erupted.

"IT'S THE BOY-WHO-LIVED!", somebody shouted and in less than a minute they had dozens of people trying to greet Jimmy, who clung to Harry like a lifeline while James and Remus blocked off the majority of the people as they made their way to the train. Lily followed behind, sipping her martini.

Harry – and by extend, Jimmy – jumped quickly on board the train and went on search of an empty compartment.

"Here, let's put away our luggage", Harry helped Jimmy heave his trunk into the luggage tray, discreetly using some of his powers to help along.

Jimmy collapsed on the seats and curled up in one of the corners near the window. Harry sighed and put Milly's wicker basket on the seat besides Jimmy along with Hedwig's cage. Milly gave a soft meow, probably still traumatized after their ambush from the mob at the platform.

Harry had just sat down when a ginger boy opened the compartment door.

"Um, can I sit here? Its all full", he said.

"Sure", Harry smiled.

The boy sighed in relief and plopped down on the seat opposite to Harry and Jimmy, "Its like a madhouse out there, someone say Jimmy Potter and completely lost it."

"Tell me about it", snorted Harry, "It was awful wasn't it Jimmy?"

Jimmy's shoulder gave a weak twitch as he kept his gaze firm on the window.

The boy gaped, "You're Jimmy Potter!", he pointed at Jimmy and then looked at Harry, "So you gotta be Harry Potter!"

"Yup", said Harry, popping the p.

'I don't like him. Kick him out.'

The boy was still gaping.

"You gonna catch flies", said Harry with a raised eyebrow.

The boy quickly closed his mouth, blushing furiously to the tip of his ears, "Sorry", he mumbled.

"S' okay", said Harry with a shrug, "What's your name?"

"Ron Weasley", the boy introduced himself and got something out of his pocket, "And this is my pet Scabbers. He used to be my brother Percy's, but he got an owl this summer, so now he's mine."

"Cool", said Harry as he gazed at the snoozing rat, "This is Milly", he presented the equally snoozing kitten, "And that's Hedwig, she's Jimmy's", Hedwig hooted when she heard her name.

"Cool", echoed Ron as he extended his arm and gently stroke Hedwig's feathers.

"You said you have a brother? He already gone to Hogwarts?"

"Yeah, I got several of 'em. Percy's a prefect this year. Wouldn't shut up about it the whole summer-"

Ron continued to rant about his considerable amount of siblings while Harry listened and sometimes offered his input on some topics.

A lady with a trolley full of snacks came by after a few hours and Harry decided to splurge and bought as many of them as he could. Ron was invited to eat along and Harry was able to coax Jimmy into eating a chocolate frog so he called his decision a win.

The ride was almost over when a pale boy with pale hair and pale eyes opened the compartment door without so much as knocking.

'Holy Merlin's pants, Lucius cloned himself!', exclaimed Voldemort.

"Its rude not to knock", said Harry.

The pale boy ignored him and said, "I heard James Potter the second is on the Express, I've searched for him everywhere."

"Well, there he is", pointed Harry.

The boy blinked, looked over to where Harry was pointed and only then saw Jimmy, still seated in the corner and doing an excellent impression of being part of the furniture.

"You sure that's him?", asked the pale boy.

"Considering he's my twin brother, yeah, I'm pretty sure."

The pale boy's shoulders sagged in obvious disappointment before he squared them again. He cleared his throat and extended his hand towards Jimmy, "My name is Draco Malfoy."

Jimmy didn't even twitch, instead looking like he was melting even further into his corner.

'That is so pathetic.'

"He's shy", explained Harry as he mentally swatted at Voldemort for being rude.

The pale boy, Draco, took back his hand and just kept staring at Jimmy, "You sure he's still alive?"

"Oh, yeah, totally. I saw his foot twitch about two hours ago."

Draco was now staring at Harry.

Harry extended his hand to Draco, "Hi, I'm Harry, pleasure to meet you."

"Um", Draco blinked in confusion and shook Harry's hand, "Sure. Look, I'm-I'm going back to my compartment."

"What a git", said Ron, crouching up his face once the compartment door closed again.

"Yeah, one should always knock", Harry agreed.

"That's not-never mind."

The Express halted about an hour later and all the first years were herded by a giant man to follow him upon exiting the train. He led them to a giant lake and ordered them to all board little boats that would take them to the truly splendorous castle sitting on a hill at the other side of the lake.

Harry, Jimmy, Ron and a boy called Dean all shared a little boat on their trek across the lake.

To ease his travel companions Harry told them, "Chin up boys, if something happens I'll have you know that I'm an excellent swimmer."

"Dude", started Dean, as Harry's two other companions simply started at Harry, "That does not help at all."

'How rude. Kick him off the boat. We'll say the Giant Squid took him.'

"Don't worry Dean, even if you're being rude I'd still save you."

Dean scooted a bit away from Harry.

Upon arriving at Hogwarts Harry was even more in awe at its brilliance. The witch lady that had whisked Harry away from the orphanage greeted the first years and took them off from the giant man. They were told to wait in a hallway where ghosts scared the rest of the children shitless, but all Harry could think about was how much he could learn from them.

'Ghost teachers are actually exceptionally bad at their job.'

'They are? That's a shame', thought Harry morosely.

And then they were allowed inside the Great Hall where they stood and waited while the lady witch called their names after a hat sang for them.

"It's a hat? Fred and George told me I had a wrestle a Troll!", whispered Ron.

"That would have been fun to watch", mused Harry.

"That would have been extremely dangerous", said a girl with bushy brown hair, looking at him with disapproval.

"But still fun", Harry insisted with a grin.

'We can't have the future of the Wizarding World dying off at eleven Harry', Voldemort sounded tired for some reason.

'Somebody could step in before they got mauled.'

The girl huffed at Harry and pointedly looked away from him, her arms crossed.

A few minutes later the girl was identified as Hermione Granger when the lady witch called for her. The hat took its time with her, but finally sorted her into Gryffindor.

Ron groaned at this. Harry remembered his long rant about how he was surely getting sorted into Gryffindor like his whole family had been.

"You could always go to some other house", offered Harry.

"Don't think its up to me", grumbled Ron.

"Potter, Harry!"

Harry took a second to realize she was calling for him, still used to actually being Harry Green, but realized just on time before she had to call for him a second time, or worse, assume he wasn't there.

Harry sat on the stool and as soon as the Hat was placed on Harry's head it said, "Oh no", followed by a shouted, "SLYTHERIN!", before Harry could even ask what it meant by that.

"Okay then, I guess", said Harry, gave the Hat back to the witch lady and walked to the house table decorated in green and silver where half of the table was gaping at him and the other half was giving a few claps while they also gaped.

"Potter, James!", called the lady as soon as Harry had taken a seat at the side of a pudgy girl, who was still gaping at him.

James sat under the Hat for almost as long as the Hermione girl, but eventually the Hat shouted, "GRYFFINDOR!"

The table in gold and red applauded madly as Jimmy slowly walked to them.

"What just happened?", asked one of the older students at the Slytherin table.

"Dude, did we just get the evil twin?", asked another and this seemed to spark immediate debate and soon all four house tables were gossiping about the evil Potter twin and the good Potter twin.

'Welp, guess I'm already typecast', mused Harry to his friend.

'This is going to complicate things, mark my words', grumbled Voldemort.

'Maybe', Harry thought as he idly munched on a crumpet. Normally he would have stolen a few for later, but lately he'd had so many crumpets that he was no longer seeing the appeal. Hopefully he could find a new fulfilling challenge at Hogwarts.

All comments are welcome, I'm writing as fast as I can so you might spot some grammar errors. Please don't hesitate to tell me! :)
Also, this is still under its working title, any and all suggestions for a new name are welcome