A/N I would like to thank all my reviewers for supporting me and cheering me up with their reviews. Reviews can really brighten my day so, thank you!

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.)

"Hello"-speech

'Hello'-personal thoughts

'Hello'-mental conversations

(From the last chapter)

' 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.

' My name is, or should I say, was Harry James Potter. My parents were killed by a wizard named Tom Riddle a.k.a Voldemort, when I was but an infant. I was sent to live with my aunt and her family and when I turned eleven, I attended Hogwarts, a school for young witches and wizards. I spent seven years pursuing my education there and on the day of my graduation, I defeated Voldemort and his followers.

' After the final battle I traveled the world in search of finding the happiness I sought but even after a hundred years, I found nothing. And so, here I am. This situation is the product of a dark spell I cast that would grant me my wish of finding happiness,' explained Ryle looking at a dumbstruck Harlan.

' What about being a vampire?' asked Harlan as he shifted further away towards the end of the cot. Hell, he wasn't planning on donating blood anytime soon…

'As for being a vampire…Well, you could say that it was because of the genes I had inherited from my paternal grandmother. Her side of the family had continuously intermarried with vampires over the ages and thus, the genes had somehow awoken inside of me after my sixteen birthday,' said Ryle with amusement dancing in his eyes. His mate had shifted so close to the end of the cot that he looked like he was about to crawl out the moment there was any sign of bloodlust coming from his twin brother.

Ryle was still an infant so the need for blood wouldn't bother him until after a few more years as his body was still too weak to handle any form of blood for now.

Not like he was going to tell this to his twin brother anytime soon. Harlan's reactions were just too fun to watch after all.

' You have got to be kidding me. I ended up in a universe with an alternate version of myself?' cried out a frustrated Harlan.

' Hmm..Really? So, what's your story?' asked an amused Ryle.

'An alternate version of myself who's sadistic, this is so fun,' thought Harlan sarcastically.

' Well, basically my story's the same as yours except that I was eighteen when I defeated Voldemort. There was a raid in Diagon Alley and my dearest friends were killed in the battle. I remember being so angry that all I could think of was destroying Volemort. That anger had fueled my magic enough to blast him into oblivion.

I er…tried carrying on with life after that but even after five years I couldn't move on and so here I am. And yes, I used a spell as well,' said Harlan, recalling his past life.

' Interesting,' said Ryle with a small smirk.

' You think?' asked Harlan sarcastically. He had begun to grudgingly accept that there was no way out of this situation. This was not a dream so he couldn't just wake up and thank whatever Gods that it was merely a figment of his imagination.

' So, what do we do now?' asked Harlan who was now kicking off the blanket that his mother had tightly tucked into the side of the cot. It was getting too warm and being a baby he couldn't possibly ask the nurse to lower the temperature in the nursery.

'Now that would look downright weird,' came the thought as he began picturing it in his head.

' Well, we have a few options. One, we could pretend that we are merely innocent babies, grow up with normal childhoods and no one will be the wiser. Or two, we could break into the minds of our parents and tell them who we are and are later forced to play a part in the war. I have no doubt that Dumbledore will force our hand in this war anyway but the question is, when? Which option do you prefer?' asked Ryle as he helped Harlan pry the blankets of him.

' I think I'd rather stick with option one. I have had enough of wars to last me a lifetime, 'said Harlan as he successfully got the blankets off of him.

' Fine with me, I don't fancy fighting anytime soon anyway,' said Ryle as he too pried the blankets away from his small body.

' Hey, so now that you're my new brother and all that, I suppose you could call us family huh? It's kind of weird referring to you as me when you're not really me,' Harlan said with a laugh.

' Family, huh? Well, I suppose you could call us that,' said Ryle with a crook sided smile.

' There's something you're not telling me is there?' asked Harlan who knew that expression on Ryle face, he had used it many times.

' Yup, you're my mate,' said Ryle as he smirked at his dumbfounded brother. He watched as dozens of emotions flickered through Harlan's green eyes.

' What!!!???? ' asked Harlan, his eyes widening as soon as the words 'you're my mate' sunk in.

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Hours later found Harlan turning towards his side in a pout. He had been ignoring Ryle ever since the 'revelation' as he so called dubbed it. During those few hours, he had tried to recall all he could about vampires and their mates.

Hermione had drilled it into both his and Ron's heads the moment she found out that Voldemort had gathered the vampires to his cause.

"We have to know and understand our enemies so we can defeat them," were the words that were constantly Hermione's companions every time she started her lectures. Ron had called her 'mental' every time she said it but there was always an underlying tone of affection in his voice.

Vampires were creatures that could live incredibly long lives but with near immortality came a price. They had a constant need for blood. Their source of blood comes from any living creatures including animals and humans alike. But as taking blood from humans had been banned by the Ministry, they relied on animal blood.

But there are cases when the mate of a vampire would willingly become the source of blood for the vampire. This practice was not banned by the Ministry because it is said that vampires, like veelas, would never intentionally harm their mates.

Vampires have strong telepathic powers, stronger than any wizard or witch that practiced occlumency and they are stronger physically. They have keener eyesight compared to humans and in some cases, wings. These cases are rare because a vampire needs to be incredibly powerful to grow these wings. The color of their wings tell the power status of the vampire, the darker their wings are, the stronger they are magically.

Vampires like veelas, sense their mates through scent and when they find their mates, they will attempt to court them even if their mates are unwilling.

These were some of the things he had recalled from his past lessons with Hermione and Ron in the library. Hermione had once asked them to read on about the mating rituals of vampires but he and Ron had blatantly refused.

"Enough already Hermione, we don't need to know how they mate! We just need to know how to defeat them," Ron had said as he looked disgustedly at the book that Hermione had placed in front of the two of them. 'Vampires and their Mating Rituals' was the title in big bold letters printed on the front cover of the book. Now Harlan wished that he had at least taken a peeked at the book. The information would definitely come in handy now.

With a sigh, he finally turned back to face his twin brother. Green eyes met his with an inquisitive gaze. Wit much reluctance, he nudged Ryle's mental shields in a request to start a mental conversation again.

Ryle's shields lowered just enough to let him gain access.

'Err… 'was the only thing Harlan could think to say as he fidgeted nervously under the intense stare.

' Finally done ignoring me? 'asked Ryle staring at the fidgeting Harlan.

' Yes, well, it does take some time for me to accept that I'm going to be stuck with my twin brother and alternate reality self for the rest of my life,' grumbled Harlan.

'And?' asked a highly amused Ryle.

'And, I have just one thing to say. Mating can wait until AFTER we turn sixteen, okay?' demanded a serious Harlan, his eyes looking out for any signs of an objection.

' That's fine with me; I don't plan on being a pedophile anyway,' said Ryle with a slight gleam in his eyes.

' Hey! You may be over a hundred years old but it's not like I'm a kid!' retorted Harlan, clearly offended.

Ryle only turned away to look towards the door. Feeling like he was being ignored, Harlan's small fingers nudged Ryle's in an attempt to draw back his attention.

Someone's coming, said Ryle as he turned back to look Harlan. With a nod, Harlan closed his eyes and pretended to be asleep.

The door slowly creaked open to reveal a wizard dressed in dark green robes. A white mask covered his face, preventing Ryle from identifying the wizard.

Closing the door behind him, he cast a locking charm and moved towards the cot where the two boys were placed in.

'He's a death eater,' thought Ryle as he observed the wizard. The wizard then reached out into the cot but before he could touch any of them, the door behind was blast open with a loud 'bang' and five aurors came pouring into the nursery.

"Step away from the boys," said a voice which both boys recognized clearly as Mad Eye Moody, his wand was pointed towards the death eater in a threatening manner.

The death eater seemed hesitant as he looked back and forth between the aurors and the infants lying in the cot. 'Must be pondering on which would be more painful, failing his master and getting crucio'ed or taking us and risk getting hit by the spells the aurors would send his way,' thought Ryle with a mental laugh.

The death eater it seemed, seem to think that the Dark Lord posed a greater threat as he lowered his arms to scoop the two boys up from the cot. But as soon as his hands approached the boys, he pulled back with a startled yelp and the aurors took that chance to hit him with a stunner curse.

"Get him out of here," ordered Moody as the other aurors rushed to portkey the death eater to the Ministry to await trial.

And as soon as the death eater was gone, Lily and James burst into the room with panic and fear clearly written on the faces. "Are my sons alright?" asked James just as soon as he spotted Moody. Lily only rushed towards the cot and scooped her two sons up into her arms. There were tears of relief on her face as she gently held on to Ryle and Harlan.

"My boys, I'm so glad you're okay," she whispered with relief as she kissed their foreheads.

"They're fine Potter. Not even a scratch, we caught the death eater just in time," said Moody as he saluted them a farewell and headed out of the nursery.

"Come on Lily, let's take them home," said James as he led his wife away with his two sons.

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Potter Manor was a large three-storey building built in the middle a small valley. Its outer walls were painted in a pure unblemished white and dozens of balconies jutted out from the side of the manor. There was a large lake at the far end of the valley and tall sturdy trees surrounded the manor, protecting it from the harsh heat in summer.

There was a beautiful garden with benches and sculpted statues on the East side of the manor and there was a huge Quiditch pitch facing the lake towards the North. These were the things that both boys spotted as they arrived at the manor.

A huge chandelier greeted them as they entered the entrance hall and the portraits lined along the walls called out 'good evenings' and cooed at the two boys as they were brought up to their room. The boys were then carried to a large nursery painted in a soft green tone. The sight of a large cot, big enough to fit five babies told them that they were going to be sleeping together.

While Ryle was mentally groaning, Harlan was only amused when their parents changed them into matching blue pajamas that had small red dragons breathing fire sewn on it. Their parents bid them a final goodnight and with a soft 'nox' the lights in the nursery faded out, leaving them both in the dark.

' I hate being a baby. These outfits are such a humiliation,' said Ryle as he groaned mentally.

' I think they're cute. And besides, you're a baby, it's not like you need to look anything other than cute,' said an amused Harlan.

' Well, at least I got to hex a death eater, 'said a smug Ryle reaching out to take hold of his twin brother.

'I knew that was you. What did you do anyway?' asked Harlan as he snuggled up to Ryle. It was slightly chilly after all, you couldn't blame him.

' Oh, let's just say that he will be doing a lot of scratching for awhile,' said Ryle with an evil glint in his eyes. Well, as evil as it could look on a baby anyway.

And soon the boys began to tire and they welcomed sleep with open arms.

A/N I apologize if Ryle and Harlan don't really act as how babies should act. But you can't blame them; they are adults in the bodies of newborn infants after all. Well, I hope that more people will review. I feel so sad when only a handful of readers are willing to tell me what they think of the story. Until next time, bye bye.