R e P L A Y; twins
-Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone-
This story is dedicated to Mr. Harry Potter, who I think deserves a shot at growing up with a family.
S u m m a r y; In which the Potters are very much alive, just hiding amongst the muggles, waiting for the moment it felt safe to return, with their new family in tow. Because Harry deserves a shot at growing up with a family.
D i s c l a i m e r; I, Druella Alice, do not own Harry Potter(characters, plot, setting, etc.) in any way, shape or form. I am not making any money off of this and do not plan/expect/hope to. This is purely for entertainment purposes. Any other works of fanfiction close to mine is purey coincidental and this story is not copied from them, but from my own head. Though, if there is a story that is undeniably similar to mine, please notify me so I can remove this story.
P a i r i n g s; You, the audience, may make suggestions, but I want this to be mainly a DracoxOC. Anything else you guys want me to write I'm pretty much up for. :)
W a r n i n g s; Basic warnings of Chamber of Secrets, slight shonen-ai(boys love), fluff, AU(ish~?), OC. I am following the basic storyline, the only difference being 1. Harry has a twin brother 2. The Potters surivive. So, Harry might seem OOC, but he's gonna be really happy.
Chapter One
T h e - W i t c h
"Mum, there's someone at the door!" Harry hollered, scampering down the hall towards his mother's workspace. "I think it's a customer!" He stepped into the room, waiting expectantly for his mother.
Lily smiled softly. "You keep writing, okay Danny?" She said to her other son, who was now watching the two curiously.
Lily passed Harry, who marched into the room to hover over his brother. "What are you doing?" Harry asked, tilting his head over the paper his brother was currently writing on.
Danny smiled up at his brother. "Look, read."
Harry adjusted his glasses, and leaned in for a closer look. He chuckled after a few moments.
"Mom's got ya writing again?"
Danny pouted and nodded. "She says that someone with such an imagination," He bit his lip, looking around the room as if looking for something. "Should learn to express themselves in writing, before they lose it."
Harry nodded, as though he understood. "Soooo, you wrote about faeries? Why that?"
Danny blushed and shrugged. "It just came to mind, ya know?"
Harry yawned, and patted his brothers back. "Whatever you say, Danny."
"Harry, Danny. Mommy's got some work to do, why don't you go play outside?"
"But, I didn't get to finish!" Danny protested as Harry's face lit up with excitement, "You said that..."
"It's alright, Danny. You can finish later." Lily soothed, rubbing his hair.
"Come on, Danny!" Harry whined, running over to his twin and tugging him out the door.
The twins walked about their yard, not daring to cross over into the darkened forest beside their house. Instead, they found themselves a comfortable spot beside the small creek.
"So, what do you think Mum and Dad are gonna do for our eleventh birthday?" Harry asked, absently dipping his hands in the clear water.
Danny paused, considering. He then began to grin. "I think they're gonna get you that bike you want. Ya' know, the red one that goes really fast?"
Harry's face brightened as he thought of this. "That was one pretty cool bike." Then he looked up at his brother, who was dipping his toes into the creek.
"What about you? What do you want?"
"Err. I guess I just want books to read, maybe more notebooks and pencils."
"Is that all you do?" Harry joked, a smile tugging at his lips. Danny nodded, his cheeks turning pink. Ever since Danny was old enough to write, his mother had him writing down anything that popped into his head. Stories, poems. Anything. They weren't usual things, but fantastical. Like witches and faeries and trolls.
He usually entertained his family and friends by coming up with brilliant tales of fictional people. He loved the light that danced through their eyes when he told them, as if amazed such a young kid could come up with such remarkable nonsense.
Harry, on the other hand, his talent was more with moving. Running, biking, all that stuff. Not necissarily sports, he still got teased at school for wearing glasses! He just prefered to be doing something akin to flying. He adored planes.
Not because they were planes, just because they were free in the sky. It was a pure feeling.
Danny admired his brother. He was always so calm, charming, and polite. He had his grumpy side, but in general he was just all around decent. Danny was usually just a ball of random emotions.
But, they were twins, and they knew each other better than anyone. Harry always knew what emotion plagued Danny, and Danny always knew when Harry was itching to be moving, feeling the wind.
It's how it's always been.
"I'm hungry." Harry said suddenly, green eyes sparkling. Danny frowned. Harry had Lily's eyes. They were beautiful, people often commented. Danny had his father's boring hazel eyes, without any glasses.
Lily always said their eyes were different, because so were their souls. The eyes were the windows to the soul.
"Mum said that we should stay out here, but I guess if we don't go near her workspace and just stay in the kitchen, everything will be okay."
Danny concluded, standing. Harry grinned his approval. "I'll race you to the kitchen door!" He laughed. Danny chased after his brother, but it was pointless. Harry was faster then most kids.
At school, everyone wanted to race him. Harry would just smirk, James' smirk, and then he'd race them. He always won.
Danny had asked him how he ran so fast. They were the same height, same weight. Basically the same person. Harry laughed and said he just imagined he was flying.
When they reached the outside door that led to the kitchen, they were both panting. Danny looked back at the landscape behind their home. It was wet, dreary, and had a vast field. The small creek came out of the dark forest next to their house, curving around it. Harry thought it was charming, but it just gave Danny the creeps.
It wasn't necessarily cold, but wet. Alot of the time. It kinda felt like they were at the beach when it was cloudy, the waves restless. Their house was basically alone, a few houses down the lonely road until it came to a small town.
Harry and Danny's school didn't have that many kids. 300 in all, probably 30 kids in their grade. It was peaceful.
Harry opened the door and snuck into the small, quaint kitchen. "Can you grab some crackers, Danny?" Harry asked, heading straight for the fridge. Danny rolled his eyes and walked towards the pantry. He opened it, and studied it's contents.
"Harry, what kind did you..." Danny began, turning to ask his brother. Harry was gone. Danny paled.
"...want?"
Oh no. He hadn't. Danny panicked. Harry had. He'd gone to spy on their mother. Lily was very uptight about her business. James had said that she ran a flower shop, which explained why they had a massive garden outside. But Danny didn't think that even James knew Lily took private customers into her workspace when he was gone.
When James was home, all was in the open. The whole, "Oh, I'd like a bouquet, ma'am.", with Lily's happy reply of, "Sure thing! Harry! Danny! Could you go get the~"
But when James was gone, it was, "Harry, Danny, go play outside" or "go to bed." They never asked questions, though. Danny trusted his mother, and knew she had a good reason for wanting to be alone.
But, what was that reason? Curiosity ran up the boy's spine. He wanted to know what his mother was doing. What if she was... He took a deep breath. Cheating?
Tears stung his eyes, which he wiped at lazily. No! He told himself. Mum and dad love each other! Mum wouldn't ever do that. She loves her family. But still, curiosity probed his ten year-old mind.
He followed after Harry down the darkened hallway, careful not to make too much sound.
Danny saw the red of his brother's shirt, pressed against the closed door of his mother's workspace. Almost closed door. There was a crack, a single stream of light shining on Harry's face.
Danny gulped.
Harry looked over at him, and motioned for him to come over and look. Danny came, his legs wobbly, and looked through the crack.
"Now, remember, when you give this to her, you must be the first person she sees." Lily's sweet voice came from the room. She held out a small vial, something green inside of it. Yes, he'd seen her make it earlier this morning.
"Thanks, Lily." Her customer sniffled. He was a man with a large build. He had a thick, black beard, with light blue eyes. Looked nice enough. There were slight tears coming from his eyes.
Harry pushed Danny over a bit, so they both could see.
"Don't put too much in her tea, you don't want her too become a stalker." Lily said, her voice soft. "This will just make her notice you."
The man nodded as he took the vial from Lily's pale hand.
"My sweet Veronica will finally notice me." He sighed. "Lily, you are an angel for making this potion for me."
Lily smiled saying, "It was no problem, Thom."
She turned to rearrange some herbs on the counter, humming a familiar tune. "I do this all the time."
"You really shouldn't." Thom said, as he winced. Lily turned, her mouth forming an 'o' as her eyebrows raised. "And what's wrong with helping people?"
"People are saying you're a witch, Lily. The bad kind." Lily gave him an amused look.
"The bad kind?"
"Yeah. That you're into dark magic and devil-worshipping."
Lily chuckled and waved her hand, dismissing such thoughts as rubbish. "The only magic I do is pure, and I don't believe in such nonsense as the devil."
Thom frowned, but said nothing. "So, you are a witch, then?"
Lily paused, then turned back to her work. "I know a little magic." Her voice drifted, in a calming tone. Like honey. "But doesn't every woman?" She laughed.
Thom chuckled with her.
Harry grabbed Danny's arm. "Let's go."
Harry dragged him to the kitchen. It was too dark for them to go back outside, so they decided to eat their snacks at the kitchen table. Danny was lost in thoughts, whilst Harry munched on his crackers.
"Hey, Harry. Did you know mum was a witch? Like in stories?"
Harry choked on his cracker, looking up at his brother. "What? You believe that rubbish, Danny?" His twin frowned at him, his hazel eyes unsure.
"Well, that man said...and mum always doing stuff behind dad's back."
Harry shrugged, returning his focus on his crackers. "Maybe she just wants money for herself, so she can buy herself nice stuff." Harry laughed. "Doesn't want dad knowing."
Danny nodded, but he wasn't convinced. He took a small bite out of his cracker. His imagination was probably just over-reacting as always. It's why he had to write his feelings down. If he didn't... he didn't want to know what would happen. Lily told him to always write.
His fingers itched for a pencil.
"G'day, Lily!" They heard Thom's voice, then the distinct sound of the door closing. There was a pause of silence, before Lily came strolling down the hall to the kitchen. She raised a brow, giving them a suspicious look.
"Hey, didn't I tell you two to go play outside?" She glanced at the open box of crackers and frowned. "I hope that doesn't ruin your dinner. I'm making vegetable stew..."
Harry pointed to the darkened window. "It got dark, and we were a little scared."
"And hungry!" Danny added, giggling. Harry grinned a big grin and nodded. Lily laughed, and pinched their cheeks.
"Well, I'll make you guys dinner, then." She looked at the clock above the twins' heads. "Your dad and sister should be home soon, anyway." Lily said, as she began to reach for her crockpot. "You know how James gets when his belly's empty."
"He gets like Harry." Danny said, playfully nudging his brother.
Harry nudged him back, and the two of them laughed.
Lily had a smile on her lips. She was really, truly happy with her life. And her beautiful family. Her smile faltered a tad, and she looked down at her feet. There was still something missing.
"Mum, are you a witch?" Danny asked suddenly. Harry's face paled as he choked on his cracker. Lily dropped the crock-pot, and ran to pat Harry's back.
"Danny! That is not a nice name for a lady..."
Danny shook his head. "No, like witch. With magic and stuff."
Lily's face went blank. How did he...?Realization dawned on her face, and Danny wished he never opened his mouth.
"You two were spying, weren't you?" She gasped, backing away from Harry, who was glaring at his brother.
"N-no! We just heard someone in school..."
"Danny, don't lie to me!" Lily said, fuming. "I told you two that those meetings were private! How long have you little trolls been spying?"
"Today was the first time!" Harry blurted. Lily narrowed her pretty eyes, inspecting her sons.
After a moment or two, she sighed, sitting in the chair beside Harry.
"Listen, guys. I'll tell you when you're older." Danny wanted to protest, to yell, do something, but Lily continued. "Don't tell your father, please? It's really important to me."
Danny's protests died down. His brother nodded and patted Lily's back. When her eyes found his, awaiting his reply, he nodded and stood. It was his mother, after all. All innocent and sweet. You couldn't stay mad at someone like that.
"I'm gonna go write now." He said. He left the room, heading for his own. He really had to get his mind focused on something else, away from the gut feeling rising in him.
Lily let out another sigh.
"Don't worry, mum. We won't tell." Harry said. "Danny's just a little confused."
Lily smiled softly at him, then kissed his forehead. "Thanks, sweetie." Then her smile turned into a smirk. "How about, as punishment, you have to help me make dinner?"
Harry grinned. "Deal!" He quickly got up from his chair, racing for the crock-pot. But he tripped on his laces, and began to fall. Lily gasped.
Instead of feeling impact, he felt nothing. He opened his green eyes, body shaking.
The floor was in front of his face, he was hovering in front of it. His entire body was levitating. Until he fell gently to the floor.
He turned to see Lily, wide-eyed, staring at him. Harry blinked. He had definitely been levitating a moment ago, he was sure.
"What just-"
"Mm, I think gravity stopped working there for a second, hon."
T h e - W i t c h
Back in his own room, Danny sat at his wooden desk, scribbling down thoughts in his journal. He wrote about his mother and how she was hiding something. It made him mad. He loved Lily, he'd tell her anything. So, why didn't she trust him with her secrets? Didn't she love him enough?
And yet, as the feeling surged, he couldn't keep it. He wanted to be angry, but it blew away. Like something telling him it was pointless, he'd understand soon.
He pressed down harder.
Danny moved his hand away, and the quill kept on moving. His eyes grew wider. It was working by itself. He looked at what it was writing. His thoughts...?
Can everyone do this?
He grabbed the quill, and held it to his chest. What was going on?
There was a screeching sound, coming from outside. Danny's heart clenched with fear. Something landed on the windowsill, with wings fluttering.
"M-mum!" He cried, leaping up from his chair, and running for the stairs. Lily reacted quickly, and rushed to find Danny, climbing the stairs with Harry on her heels. She ran into her son at the top landing. His eyes were wide with fear and shock and Lily felt something pulse through her.
"What is it, Danny?"
"S-something landed on the windowsill... it had wings and made this screeching sound!" Harry pushed past them, into the room he shared with Danny. He stared curiously at the creature at the open window.
"It's an owl." He said simply. He looked back at his brother, smirking, "You were afraid of an owl?"
Danny blushed. "S-shut up! I didn't know what it was and it frightened me, that's all!"
Lily stood beside Harry, eyes glued to the owl. Her heart was pounding in her chest. She saw the letter in it's claw and she knew. This is what they'd been waiting for.
She approached the owl, petting it slowly. It made a soft hoot. She then took the letter from it's claws.
Lily opened it, hands trembling.
"What is it, mum?" Harry asked, tugging on her shirt, standing on his tippy toes to get a peak. Danny was on her other side, doing the same.
"Boys," Lily said, her voice as shaky as her hands. "When your father gets home, we have to talk."
Danny and Harry gulped.
TBC
Well, thats chapter one! I wrote this directly after the prolgue. Why? Because I wanted to and because FFNET is having issues and not letting me publish this story. T.T; So, I had to compensate. Which is why I updated so quickly, cuz yeah. I hope it lets me publish soon~
Oh, and review please! I don't know if you want me to continue... Or if any of you have concerns, suggestions, requests, tips...
- Druella Alice xoxo