A/N Let's go on shall we?

Disclaimer : No, I do not own Harry Potter. This is just a fanfiction.

Warning- Contains slash (boyxboy). It also contains incest and narcissism (well, depends on how you see it.)

Pairing : Harry/Harry ( But don't worry, they won't both be called Harry)

"Hello"-speech

'Hello'-personal thoughts

'Hello'-mental conversations (you'll see what I mean)

The first thing that ran through his mind was, 'Where in Merlin's name am I?' Green eyes stared up at a white ceiling littered with small fluffy clouds and tiny fairies that playfully danced about. There was a small shooting star that soon shot by and winked at him as it bounced from cloud to cloud.

He knew that it was an enchanted ceiling; he could feel the enchantment through his magic. 'Whoever sought it fit to put me here in this, this… fluffy place is going to die a painful death,' he thought sourly. The next thing he noticed was that he couldn't find his wand and not only that; he even couldn't even swing his arms over to look for it. With no small amount of panic, he stared down at his tiny hands and fingers.

'What the hell?!' he thought as he began to recall the spell he had cast moments before waking up. It was supposed to be a spell that could grant you any wish just as long as the wish did not involve killing someone or the destruction of the world. He had wished to find happiness but look at him now. He was a bloody baby!!!

And the worst thing was- he was dressed in a light blue baby outfit-thingy that had small unicorns galloping around and jumping over imaginary fences. Oh, the humiliation!!! He would never be able to live it down!

Just as he was busy ranting in his mind and making devious plans to maim whoever had dressed him in such a ridiculous outfit, a small tiny arm announced its presence by curling itself onto his own. Going rigid, he mentally cursed himself for not noticing the presence of the other being lying next to him. He had been trained to sense the presence of anyone that was at a ten foot radius around him so how did he not notice this one?

Turning his tiny head to get a better look at the other occupant in that tiny cot, he gasped mentally when he realized that he was staring at a mirror version of his infant self. Soft raven locks curled around a tiny head and a small tiny nose alike his own peeked out from a soft baby blue blanket wrapped around the small body.

The other boy, he could tell from the color of his blue outfit, slept soundly while clinging onto his arm and snuggling into his side. The boy looked so peaceful, almost content and he felt a certain fondness growing inside for the other who looked so much like himself.

The second thing he noticed about the boy was the milky and powdery scent every newborn baby emitted but beneath that was a certain scent that had him sniffing again and again just to pick it up. It was almost like his own except that there was a certain 'softness' to it compared to his much 'harder' scent. It was like a soft drizzle on a rainy day, almost alluding at times but calming and gentle. 'It smells nice,' was the thought that ran through his mind before realization hit him square in the face. 'Merlin, he's my mate!' the thought scared him just as much as he delighted him.

He had thought that he would never find his mate or that his mate had perished before he had reached his sixteen birthday. His ideas it seemed were wrong as his living mate was lying right next to him and clinging ever so close.

Pondering deeply on the situation before him, he didn't notice when the small figure next to him began to stir from sleep. It was only when the body next to his started to wriggle did he finally realize that his mate had awoken.

Green eyes met green eyes as they stared at each other. 'What am I going to do now?' were his thoughts as he lost himself in the eyes that mirrored his own.

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He was hovering between sleep and consciousness, not knowing whether to give in to tempting sleep or to wake up and find himself once again in an empty apartment room with only the photos of his best friends to keep him company. As he began drifting more towards the land of the living, he began to notice something that seemed out of place in his should-be-empty bed.

There was a warm body right next to his own.

Jerking into full-awake-mode, his eyes met the oh-so-familiar green eyes of the occupant lying next to him. 'What the hell?' he thought as memories began flashing through his mind. He remembered the cemetery, the gravestones, his whispered goodbye, the spell and the ball of light that wrapped around his body. 'Where am I?' he thought as he continued gazing into sea green eyes.

He broke their eye contact to explore his surroundings. It seemed that he was in a nursery of sorts for the walls were painted in a soft yellow with honey bees flying around the bright flowers painted along the walls. The ceiling it seemed was another evidence to support his conclusion. 'If that star winks at me again, I will personally blow a hole through the roof,' he thought with chills running through his spine.' This is worse than a horror movie,' he thought again.

The last thing his eyes came to rest on was the occupant of the cot he was sharing with. He didn't know what to think the moment his eyes took in the dark raven tresses, the high cheek bones and the sea green eyes. But the thing that startled him the most was that the other boy, the color of his outfit proved it, was only an infant. And since his body was the same length as the boy's, he concluded that he too was also an infant. 'How do I get myself into these things? All I wanted was to find happiness,' he thought with a mental groan.

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He was amused as he took in the sight of his mate looking around in confusion once he had woken up. He had seen loneliness and grief in those green eyes, the same he supposed, as his. The pain in those eyes confirmed his theory that his mate was only an infant in body. No newborn infant could possibly understand the cruelties the world could contain.

But the question was, who was he? And what were they both doing here? Why did they look so much alike?

Just as those questions ran through his puzzled mind, the sound of a door creaking open alerted them of a possible arrival of the answers to their unsaid questions. Twin pair of green eyes stared towards the opening wooden door.

"Look James, they're awake," said the soft melodious voice of a fiery red haired witch that glanced their way before turning around to speak to someone else. She entered the nursery with a warm smile directed at them and walked right up to their cot. She stood at the side of their cot, looking down at them with love and adoration shining in her eyes.

"They are? Well, so what are the color of their eyes?" asked a smiling wizard with unruly dark hair as he entered the nursery and walked up towards their cot. He smiled warmly at them with pride as he stood next to his wife. "Looks like I won the bet, they both have you eyes," he said with a small laugh.

"Did I hear someone say that they won a bet?" asked a handsome looking wizard that sauntered into their nursery with a large smile on his face. He glanced at the two infants lying in the cot and groaned. "Looks like I owe you ten galleons after all," he said with fake despair.

"Oh, Sirius don't look so disappointed. You're still a candidate for their godfather after all," said James as Sirius stood next to him to glance down at the boys. "A candidate? I thought I was already their godfather?" Sirius said looking offended.

"Now, now boys, you are being too loud. You don't want to scare them do you?" she asked waggling her finger at them. The two wizards looked almost petrified at the thought of handling two crying infants and quickly kept their mouths shut as they stared innocently at Lily.

"That's what I thought," she said with a small laugh as she reached down into the cot to tuck them in properly. The blanket that had been used to cover them had crumpled and slid down to the bottom of their cot.

Memories of the people currently fussing over them flashed through the minds of the two boys. Their parents and their godfather were standing alive and healthy right next to them. They didn't know what to do except stare at them in disbelief and in their hearts they prayed that this was not just a dream. Waking up right then would surely be cruel.

"So, Lily, have you thought of their names yet?" asked a curious dogfather. "Yup, hmm…this one here is Harlan," she indicated towards the one closest to her. "And this one is Ryle," said Lily as she picked him up and handed him to his father. Ryle (previously known as Harry) stared into the eyes of his father, not believing that this was real. But after a moment he realized that it indeed was real, his father really did not know how to hold a baby. 'Ouch, that's my foot,' he thought with a twitch to his right eye.

"Ryle and Harlan Potter, I like it" said Sirius as he reached down into the cot and picked up Harlan (previously known as Harry).Sirius grinned happily as he carried Harlan about the nursery, showing him the pretty flowers and bees. 'I think I'm going to be sick,' thought Harlan as Sirius raised Harlan above his head and back down again and again.

Ryle who was currently watching the scene from his mother's arms, his father had given him back to his mother after Ryle kicked him for the fourth time, was seriously considering if he should hex his godfather. 'I swear if you drop him Sirius, I am going to castrate you,' he thought dangerously as he caught a glimpse of his almost-sick mate.

"Sirius, I think you should put him down. He doesn't look too good," said James as he took Harlan from Sirius and placed him back into the cot. The moment Harlan felt himself land safely on the soft mattress; he thanked whatever deity for giving him such a heroic dad. 'Sirius better be glad I'm not old enough to prank him yet,' thought Harlan as he glared at Sirius.

Once his mate was placed back into the cot, Ryle began wriggling in his mother's arms and made a show of wanting to go back to the cot. When he was placed back next to Harlan, he curled his arms protectively around him. 'For a baby he seems to know what's going on. Maybe there's more than meets the eye to him,' Harlan thought glancing suspiciously at Ryle. His only response was a small smirk which confirmed his theory that Ryle was not exactly a newborn baby.

'What have I really gotten myself into?' thought Harlan with a small groan.

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His parents and Sirius had spent about half an hour with them before a nurse came in and told them that the boys needed to rest. And so with a final goodbye kisses on each of their foreheads, they left with promises of seeing them again tomorrow.

The visit it seemed had given them the answers the boys needed after all.

They were the twin sons of Lily and James Potter. Born on the 31st of July in St.Mungo's (which they were currently placed in before they could go home to their parents). There was a war going on, one with Voldemort still at large and gathering more followers.

Albus Dumbledore was the leader of the light and still the headmaster at Hogwarts.

The prophecy it seemed also never existed. The Potter's were not in hiding and James and Lily were aurors fighting for the Light.

In the end both of them came to one single conclusion, the spell they used had somehow transported them to an alternate dimension and placed their souls and memories into their infant selves.

Now the question was, what were they going to do?

Harlan looked curiously at Ryle. No way was Ryle a baby, his eyes spoke volumes of knowledge and power. Even as an infant, Harlan could practically feel Ryle's magic surrounding him in like a cocoon. He knew that Ryle had purposely hid it from their parents and Sirius but as Harlan himself carried much stronger magic than any ordinary wizards, the power could not be hid from him.

So, who was Ryle?

Noticing that Harlan had turned his attention towards him, Ryle looked into the suspicious eyes of his twin brother and mate. 'He wants answers,' thought Ryle as he tried gaining access to Harlan's mind. He had learned that using Legimancy, he could dive into a person's mind to communicate mentally with said person.

Harlan's mind was not like any other wizard's mind. Its defenses were strong, almost as strong as his own but being the magical creature that he was, he broke down its defenses after a few tries and entered Harlan's mind.

'Hello, Harlan', he greeted his mate as Harlan widened his eyes in surprise at hearing Ryle's voice in his mind. 'How did you get through my mental shields?' asked Harlan as he stared even more suspiciously at his twin brother.

'Your mental shields were quite impressive but I suppose being a vampire does have its benefits,' said Ryle as he smirked. 'You're a vampire? But how? And who ARE you anyway? 'asked a curious Harlan.

A/N Well, that's all for the time being. I named them Harlan and Ryle because the first three letters in Harlan is 'Har' and the first two letters in Ryle is "Ry", so if you combine the two it will be 'Harry'. I do hope to get reviews, I need to know what you guys think of this story. Until next time, bye bye.