It was our birthday. It's a day when we should be right beside each other for the whole world to see. But, oh no, it's a big day for the "Boy-Who-Lived." It's really just away for Mum and Da to flaunt the fact they have such a "perfect" child. The day is full of extravagant gifts and decorations. That' really one big joke, all of these things are really just things! None of the gifts have any real meaning, none of the people mean anything, and even the family means nothing. All I want is to spend the day of our birth side by side with my twin. As the horrid party starts Da forces Harry up to his room. Da keeps going on about how he would ruin my big day. Why doesn't Da understand that I want to have him with me? It's our shared birthday, why is it forgotten.
I'm scared he will resent me for taking all of the attention of our parents. What if he hates me? I don't think I could stand looking in a mirror knowing that the person who shares my face hates me. With the little time I get to spend alone doesn't allow for much bonding. If he doesn't hate me I sure hate myself. I should be able to tell them that it wasn't me who stopped the Bad Man.
I have an even better idea I will talk to brother and tell him. Then we can work out the problems on our own. It seems like now is not the best of times. Da just got back and he is with that mean red headed boy. Mean boy thinks that we are friends but he is just to mean. He pushes his little sister but the bigger red head boys are a lot nicer. Two of them are even twins like Harry and me. They spend time pulling pranks on the stuffy old people that are always around the house. It gets them into trouble but it is great fun to watch.
Soon the day comes to a close and I find the perfect moment to slip away. I had to creep up the stairs to the attic where Harry was made to sleep. I reached the door that lead to the stairs and for the first time in forever opened the door that lead to my brother.
AN: Thank you for your wait. I tend to write my stories out by hand and only type things up when I have a key board. I welcome requests on what you would like to see happen and what our hero's name should be. The twin's age changes each chapter and I try to reflect his age in the wording. I would say that he is about 2 and fresh from the Voldemort attack in the first chapter. Here he is about 6ish but he could be older.