Second Chappie, just a little background foundation for the twins... I think I'm making them all too smart for their ages... oops... sorry 'bout that. For Harry, 'tis understandable, as he IS uber smart. But for the twins, I dunno...

Disclaimer: I don't own either the genius that was the idea of Harry Potter, or anything relating to the Potterverse, and neither do I own Tokio Hotel, since they own themselves, although if anyone asks, I am their wife. Yes. XP

Thanks to Wrath of the Digital Hazard, for being teh Bestest beta to moi

Anywho... The ages are the following:

Harry- 4 y/o

Tom- 4 y/o

Bill- 4 y/o

Okies? Yosh. On with ze story!!

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The busy streets of muggle London overwhelmed the young boy as he stepped out of the darkened alley from which he landed. Harry had to take a few minutes of sitting on the dirty pavement as relief and surprise overcame him.

It was a large order, transporting himself from one place to another. He had read of it, of course, but none of the books that he had pondered through ever discussed teleportation in detail. And so he decided to look for the science of it. Mrs. Fitz was of little help as she knew very little of atomic theories, but she had tried her best to provide Harry with books that she came across with.

It was all very complicated stuff, much more so for such a young child as Harry, but he had managed to understand the basics of the subject, even going so far as creating his own theory, however simplistic they may have sounded. It took him a month of hard studying before he was able to come up with a plan of how to teleport himself safely.

His theory revolved around the fact that the matter that makes up a person can be reconstituted with the aid of magic. Tie that with the fact that he theorized that wild magic hung in the air, merely waiting to be tapped, the young boy figured that the magic could act as the wires, such as how telephones and radios worked. His body would change composition, to be light enough to be carried through the current of magic, ultimately landing him to where he wanted to go, where his body would reconstitute itself to its normal proportions. It was a complicated plan and one that seemed impossible to be thought of by such a young mind, but then again, he WAS labeled a genius, however unofficial it may have been.

Suffice to say, his plan had worked, and his theory proven. Mrs. Fitz might be angry at first, but he knew that in the end, she'd be happy and proud for him had she been watching.

Harry sighed at the thought of not seeing the kind librarian anymore, but he knew he had to do this. His magic had already calmed somewhat due to its being used and the significant distance from the Dursley household. He was in London now, and aside from the fact that he was only a toddler, never mind that he was intelligent, and that he was alone in one of the busiest cities in the world, well, Harry was happy. His plan had worked, and he was now free of the Dursleys. His magic didn't hurt anyone, and for that, he was truly thankful.

But now, the issue of where he would go crept up on the poor boy. In his eagerness to escape from his family, he had completely forgotten the fact that he did not know anyone in the big city, much less anyone who would willingly care for him. Now, Harry was mature for his age, and he was a critical thinker, but that did not change the fact that he was still a child, and so, like any normal child would do in his circumstances, Harry pressed himself into the side of the metallic dumpster, hidden from the prying eyes of other homeless people, and cried himself to sleep. Whatever happiness he had momentarily felt was quickly forgotten as the fear of being alone overcame him.

This was how the Boy Who Lived spent his first night in muggle London.

Tom fidgeted in his seat. He disliked airplanes. They always made him dizzy and uncomfortable. It was already late and everyone else in the compartment was asleep. He looked towards the seat on his right and smiled at the sight. His Billa was fast asleep. He looked so peaceful sleeping there, all the while, clutching at Tom's right hand like a lifeline. Not that he minded though. He loved the fact that his little brother needed him. Sure, he was older by only ten minutes, but to him, that was enough time to establish the role of big brother to Bill.

It was strange. Not too long ago, their father walked out on them. Tom had never been so mad at a person. His Billa had been distraught, and blamed himself for their father's departure. It had taken more than a week to finally get Bill to move on. It was hard for Tom too. He was only four, and his world revolved around his twin and his parents, and now that one of them was gone, he was unsure of what was going to happen. He never let Bill know of this though. He had to be strong for his younger brother. He had to act like he knew what he was doing. He had to be perfect for his Billa.

Now, two months after the incident, they were going to London to meet with a friend of their mummy. He was a nice enough man, Gordon, and even though he sometimes spent the night at their house and made mummy noisy, thus making it hard for him and Bill to sleep, he was alright; after all, he did promise to teach Tom how to play the guitar, and for that, Tom would be able to forgive Gordon for anything, save for hurting his Bill in any way.

Bill had been bouncing around ever since he found out they were going on a trip. It was their first time out of Germany, and he couldn't wait to see what would happen there. He had spent the whole ride to the airport talking Tom's ear off; thankfully, Tom was used to this by now, and had managed to hold his own during the two-hour car ride to the airport. Their flight was a late hour, and their mother, Simone, was just glad to see Bill slump over in his sleep not an hour from the plane taking off.

Tom looked over to Bill once again. Both boys liked to think of each other as mirrors, and one time, when Tom was trying to get Bill to cope with their father's departure, Tom had suggested the idea that they be mirrors. They were twins, were they not? And so if one looked a certain manner, the other one was to look the same way as well. Bill had taken to the idea immediately, and promised to Tom that as long as Tomi was there, he would never look at a mirror ever again, since he could always look to his Tomi instead. Tom couldn't have thought of a better plan himself. Bill was his, and he was Bill's. He loved having his twin look up to him, and Bill loved the fact that Tom was always there, trying to keep him happy.

With these thoughts in mind, Tom began to fall asleep, the steady, even breaths of his mirror image calming him enough to relax in the plane.

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A boy... Green eyes. They're so bright! He looks so sad... Tomi, we need to help him! Hey! Tomi? Where are you? Oh! Hey! Why'd you go straight to him? I wanted to go first! Aww, Tomi...

What's your name? I can't hear your voice... Who are you?

Don't steal my Tomi from me, ok? We can share. I'm sure Tomi won't mind, I think he likes you too! You know what, you could be our twin too! Is that alright? But you havta promise not to leave us, ok?

I don't like it when people leave me. But, as long as it's not Tomi, then it's not so bad... Ok! So if you become our twin too, you can't leave, ok? You havta promise! Promise? Great! We're twins now!

... Wait! Where are you going? Tomi, he's leaving! Don't leave! Hey! We're twins now, so you can't leave! You can't! Tomi!

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Bill woke up with a gasp. He couldn't remember what his dream was about, but it made him both happy and sad. He struggled in his seat to look for his Tomi, only to find him sleeping with his body facing him. His right hand was still being held by Bill, who only tightened his grip. He was unsure of what to do. He needed his Tomi to let him know everything would be alright, like he always did; but then, Bill saw the gentle expression on his face, and couldn't find it in him to wake his twin from such a nice slumber. A frown that marred Tom's face was the only warning Bill had before Tom shot up from his seat, almost hitting Bill's jaw with his head, all the while, looking frantically around for his little brother.

Tom saw his own face staring at him owlishly, before launching at said figure with open arms. "Bill!"

He had been having a nice dream when he suddenly felt incredibly happy, and not a second later, incredibly sad. It always happened in this manner. When his father had left, he had felt an enormous swell of anger well up inside of him. He had figured that maybe he was just angry at the man for leaving him, Billa and Mummy alone that he never thought that it was his mother's emotions that he was feeling. In the case of Bill, Tom always had the twin bond as a reason for all the strange things that occurred to him and Bill, such as Bill's dreams that he never remembered but for some reason, always came true, with Bill suddenly remembering his dream in vivid detail, and Tom's unexpected bout of extreme emotion that were foreign to him, unconsciously picked up from people whose feelings have been exemplified due to different circumstances. This time, he knew it was his Billa that he was feeling. He must have had a dream again. He hugged the warm body of his brother closer to him and tried to calm down. Bill was better now. He could feel it. He felt Bill give him a tight squeeze before hearing his breaths even out. Bill had fallen asleep. It was high time for him to do the same thing as well, and so, less than a minute after Bill left for the dream realm, Tom followed soon after.

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Yay. Second Chapter done. I'm aware I made a lot of changes with how the twins lives are supposed to be. I know they were older when their parents divorced, but hey, if it matches the story... :P

Anywho, for anyone who doesn't know the Kaulitz twins, well, look 'em up! They is only teh kewlest twins ever!! :D

So yeah. Tokio Hotel will still be in the story, And Harry, well, you'll hear from him soon enough... Review please! Reviews make Harry happy, and a happy Harry is a good Harry! XD