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'Thoughts' "Speaking" –twin talk-

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Chapter 4

Harry leant his head against the window, feeling the vibrations rattling through his skull and watching the countryside whip past as the train continued on its steady path to Hogwarts. Ron and Hermione were bickering amicably, having given up on trying to involve Harry in the conversation. Every attempt that they had made so far had not ended well, Harry either spaced out so much that he hadn't listened to a word they said or, he had answered monosyllabically in a flat tone. He was mentally kicking himself. Right now he could be sat here knowing who his biological parents are, he may not know them personally but he might recognise the name. After all, they had a son his age going to Hogwarts (unless of course they lived in France or somewhere else, but Harry was trying not to think about it.) He could know who his identical twin brother is! He had his back to the door so he didn't see it slide open and didn't notice Draco Malfoy, who had just strode in, until the familiar drawling voice spoke.

"Weasel, Mudblood. Where's Potty? Has he abandoned you? Realised that blood traitors and mudbloods are a waste of space?" Then Draco noticed the blonde boy curled in the corner of the cabin. "Who's your friend?" He inquired trying to hide his curiosity and make it seem as if he simply wondered who would hang around with mudbloods. Hermione scoffed and Ron laughed, "Are you blind as well as dumb now Malfoy? That's Harry!"

"Potter? Really? Well, I know they say blondes have more fun but it really doesn't suit you."

Ron and Hermione had twin looks of incredulity on their faces and Harry's head swung around, so fast that his neck clicked. His mouth was hanging open in shock and after a second Draco mirrored the action.

'He looks like a Malfoy! Like Kaden should ha..' Draco ended that train of thought, silently scolding himself. 'Kaden died the day we were born, stop depressing yourself.' He scrutinised Harry. His hair was blonde now and his eyes were like molten silver. Harry, on the other hand, was completely freaking out. 'How can Malfoy see through the glamour?' Silver eyes met silver eyes and then Draco spun on his heel and stormed out.

Ron snorted, "That git gets weirder every year." Hermione made a quiet noise of agreement. Suddenly Harry remembered something and started frantically rifling through his rucksack. He pulled out the well read letter, scanning through for the line he was thinking of.

Your brother would be able to see your true appearance.

'Brother. My brother.'

"MALFOY!" Harry yelped out loud.

TBC…