Critical/Creative
Family Secrets
Disclaimer: Surprise, surprise, I don't own anything I write about.
9 years later...
Young Harry Potter sat in his cupboard under the stairs in the household of Number 4 Rivet Drive. A smart rapping on the door awakened him, and he hastened to get dressed before his Aunt came in to drag him out, as she had several times before when he was slow to get out and make breakfast. When he came out, he heard,
"March, Boy. My Dudders birthday will not start with you missing his breakfast in bed."
The ten year old boy walked, blearily, into the kitchen, and used his step-stool to get the ingredients out of the fridge for his cousin, Dudley's favorite breakfast; fried eggs, bacon, and sausage. A breakfast which also happens to be quite dangerous for a boy to make when he was six years old, and could barely reach the stove top. With the eggs and bacon sizzling, and the sausage on the counter, the smell of food that Harry had never tasted filled the air. He breathed in, deeply, and was smiling contentedly when the phone rang. Harry's rather skinny and doddering aunt bustled in to pick up the ringing appliance.
"Hello?" she asked, with Harry trying to listen to what could be important enough to call at seven in the morning about. Aunt Petunia listened for a second, when suddenly, her face paled dramatically.\
"Wha- what?" she stammered "But how? He's only ten years old?"
A ten year old? Harry was ten years old! Could this be about him? Harry was considering this, when the doorbell rang. Petunia put her hand over the phone. "Get it!" Harry rushed out of the kitchen to get the door, and when he opened it, he was surprised to find... himself.
"Ahh, there you are" himself remarked, "I was worried this was the timeline where the Dursleys had moved to Switzerland. That would have been difficult."
"You- You're me!"
"No, I'm me. You're you... you don't know me, do you?"
"N- No."
"We'll have to work on that stammer. PETUNIA!"
Mrs. Dursley came running down the hall at what sounded like her nephew being forceful, lord forbid, but she stopped immediately at the sight that greeted her at the doorway.
"It's funny, Auntie dear, my twin brother doesn't seem to know about the existence of his formerly comatose brother. Now, I'm sure this was just some oversight on your part, and not some deliberate attempt to keep any piece of hope out of his life, right!?"
A twin brother? Questions running through his head at an incredible speed, all Harry managed was
"Michael?", before fainting.
