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The Twins—Who—Lived.
The woman let out a deep sigh, appearing as if she had been walking for miles on end. However, her weariness did not stem from the physical exertion of the journey but rather from the challenging environment of her workplace. It was a place she couldn't seem to escape from. Finally, she had the opportunity to remove her coat and put away her umbrella, having endured yet another bout of toxic rain. Her face reflected an overwhelming exhaustion, not due to long hours of work but for some other reason.
Despite everything, she couldn't help but smile as she caught a whiff of something in the air. Letting out a small chuckle, the woman made her way towards the kitchen. There, she found her brother preparing a humble yet satisfying meal.
"I am back, Suzu," she said, making her brother glance at her.
"Welcome back, Ami," Suzuki greeted as he set the table. "We have run out of artificial eggs, but we do have some egg yolk available for the ramen."
"Suzu, everything is artificial," Ami replied as she sat down on the chair.
"Well, I know! But it would be nice to have some!" Suzuki replied with a scoff, earning a small giggle from his sister.
Shortly after, the two siblings settled themselves and commenced their meal. The pace at which they consumed their food was unhurried, and there was a temporary lull in their conversation. However, it was not due to any discomfort between them. On the contrary, it was because both siblings shared an introverted nature. Yet, the peace and calm they had on their face proved that they were incredibly comfortable with each other.
"How was work?" Suzuki asked as Ami sighed.
"Nothing out of the ordinary. Another suicide occurred, marking the eighth one this month. And to everyone's surprise, our boss decided to commemorate the fact that the number of suicides had actually decreased compared to last month," Ami murmured softly while enjoying her bowl of ramen.
"Ah, yes, celebration," Suzuki muttered back.
"What about you?" Ami asked as she took a sip of her drink.
"Um, well, our boss was killed by a paid assassin, and there was sabotage by the rival company. I also heard that there was a shoot-out on the twelfth floor, but I didn't witness it," Suzuki replied casually after finishing his meal.
Ami could only shake her head. "That smells like extra hours to me," she said with a sigh.
"Yeah… more paperwork for us," Suzuki whined. "It reminds me of when you were taken hostage with the rest of your floor."
"You know, what was the worst thing about that entire ordeal? It was the fact that they treated us better than our company! I would've loved to work for that terrorist organisation," Ami declared, causing Suzuki to chortle loudly.
Soon, both of them heard an alarm and seemed quite happy to hear it. "Go on, Suzu. I will follow you. Let me wash the dishes this time."
"Alright," Suzuki said as he headed towards his room. He comfortably sat on the chair and proceeded to put on his VR headset, connecting it to his neuronal link. He let out a deep hum before diving into the game called Yggdrasil. However, his face contorted into a frown when he noticed a sudden patch. "Ugh, Ami! They've released a patch!" he exclaimed, eliciting another groan from his twin sister.
"Fucking devs…!"
It took a few minutes for the patch to finish, and once it did, Suzuki found himself transported into the game that he and his sister had adored. Perhaps they had loved it a bit too much.
Before long, Suzuki Satoru ceased to exist. He became Momonga, the Overlord and Guild-master of Ainz Ooal Gown, a title he held alongside his sister as the sole remaining members of the guild. Momonga surveyed the meeting room, eagerly awaiting the arrival of another online presence. It didn't take long for him to realise that it was his sister.
Galadriel has come online.
In the same meeting chamber, Galadriel stood alongside Momonga's sister, embodying both the avatar and a demon who had achieved the highest level of her race and become a Demon Empress, just as Momonga had become an Overlord, the ultimate undead. However, titles held little significance for him, as he was more inclined towards roleplaying. This was a trait he didn't share with his sister, who possessed a highly competitive nature and always strived to stay within the current meta and focus on what was considered strong at that moment.
Yet, when they were a duo, Momonga and Galadriel could be quite lethal, as both appeared to be in sync with one another. Galadriel's aggressiveness and skill to adapt, combined with Momonga's preparation and caution, made for a deadly duo.
Still, times when they would compete were long past, as not many players would go to the coliseums.
"Do you think they will come?" Galadriel asked as she made an icon of a worried face.
"I hope so. We did send the messages, didn't we? Maybe they're just busy, you know, dealing with life and all," Momonga replied, his attempt to conceal his discomfort and sadness, failing to fool Galadriel, who knew him too well. Despite this, she didn't say much. She held onto hope, even though she was usually more negative than him.
"Let's wait for them. There are still hours left before Yggdrasil is over."
To their surprise, one of their former friends arrived at the meeting, just one of all of them, yet they were happy to see him and joyful that he remembered Yggdrasil and them at all. HeroHero was truly a kind person, yet it was clear that it wasn't enough for them to feel happy overall, as the poor slime was barely keeping it together. HeroHero sounded tired and exhausted; Momonga and Galadriel felt horrible for forcing him to come Online just for them.
It was sad to say goodbye to him, but more sad that no one came after him.
"Dammit!" Momonga exclaimed, his fist slamming against the table. Galadriel flinched in her chair, observing her brother's intense reaction. "We worked so hard to create this place, and now they won't even bother to bid us farewell!"
"That's not true, Suzu, and you know it," Galadriel said. "They had their own lives, some even had kids. They prioritised what was most important to them." Her words caused Momonga to let out a deep sigh before mumbling an apology.
"You're right, of course," Momonga whispered back. "It's just—"
"Miss them?" Galadriel said, as Momonga nodded. "I miss them too."
Momonga glanced around, fully aware that all of this would soon vanish. It was truly a shame considering the amount of effort that had been put into it. Everything would be gone in just an hour. Galadriel seemed to understand his thoughts as she cast a quick glance at the Staff of Ainz Ooal Gown, the guild's cherished relic.
"Let's go to the throne room, Suzu. Let's make our final stand there," Galadriel whispered. "Take the staff. We never used it. At the very least, it should be with us when the timer goes down."
"You're right," Momonga replied as he took the staff before they exited the meeting room. Once they did, they noticed the Pleiades and Sebas standing there, waiting for them.
"Uh, what was the command?" Momonga muttered.
"I think it was [Follow]," Galadriel replied and soon enough, the Pleiades and Sebas began to follow them closely.
The throne room was both beautiful and grandiose, just as they remembered it. It was filled with memories and adorned with flags representing their friends. Supposedly, this place would have been the final line of defence if anyone had managed to infiltrate and defeat the guild. However, that never happened. Nonetheless, it remained a truly stunning place that filled them with a sense of pride.
"Mm…? Who is that?" Momonga asked.
"That's Albedo, I think," Galadriel replied as she got close to the succubus. "Oh, now I know where that item was! She is carrying Ginnungagap. Who gave her that item?!"
Momonga paused for a moment, deep in thought. Suddenly, a memory flashed into his mind, causing him to burst into a hearty chuckle.
"I remember now!" Momonga chuckled. "Tabula asked me not to tell you. He wanted to give Albedo that item, so she would appear as the rightful Overseer of the Guardians. Something about having too many World Items and not use for them."
It was no secret that Galadriel was extremely wealthy. In fact, in the past, most of the guild members used to tease Momonga about it. She would pay for many of the things in their homes and even managed to get them to live in a luxurious building. Peroroncino affectionately referred to him as "Momonga, the maid". However, in addition to that, it was Galadriel who purchased and obtained the majority of the World Items in the guild.
How she managed to accomplish such a feat was a mystery too many. However, Galadriel's contribution played a crucial role, as the guild possessed an impressive collection of over 30 world items, solidifying their status as the most formidable guild on the server. Of course, this was all in the past.
"Something about Albedo using it if we were invaded," Momonga said.
"Pff, as if we would allow such a thing! Still, I will allow it, since Albedo's hot," Galadriel mumbled. "What are her settings, anyway?"
"Mm, let's check it out," Momonga said. Soon, both saw the ridiculous amount of lore Tabula wrote on Albedo, causing both twins to gasp, baffled by it. "Yeah, Tabula was a settings maniac."
"Yeah, wait, what does it say at the bottom?" Galadriel asked, as both saw the last line and cringed deeply.
She is a slut.
"Tabula was into the gap moe thing, if I remember," Momonga muttered.
"Change it, please," Galadriel groaned.
"I don't know with what," Momonga said, before quickly coming up with an idea of sorts. It was a bit cringing, but it seemed better at the same time. "And she secretly loves Galadriel, viewing Momonga as her adorable and cute brother-in-law." Momonga then burst into laughter, capturing the attention of Galadriel, who couldn't help but groan loudly.
"Can you not…!" Galadriel groaned loudly.
"You say she was hot, I thought, this is better!" Momonga said with a teasing voice.
"Why isn't she in love with you then?" Galadriel asked, as Momonga shrugged it off.
"Not my type, I like… older women," Momonga replied, as he glanced at Yuri Alpha, who managed to make him blush. "I like a woman with glasses, and who is elegant and mature. Of course, you wouldn't know anything about it!"
"You're still crushing on Yamaiko!" Galadriel gasped, bursting into laughter so loud that Momonga could hear her all the way from the other side of the apartment. "Oh, my god! You're still infatuated with our teacher!"
"I am not!" Momonga defended himself, but to no avail, as Galadriel knew too well for him to try to lie to her.
"Please! You always come up with any excuse just to talk to her for hours! Do I have to remind you about the Valentine's Day event?!" Galadriel playfully teased. Momonga squealed in embarrassment, recalling his failed attempt to flirt with Yamaiko.
"Please, sister, if you have any love for me, you wouldn't remember me that!"
Galadriel chuckled briefly before a wave of memories flooded back—the last conversation with Yamaiko and the others. The weight of it hit them like a ton of bricks. They glanced at their surroundings, overwhelmed by a sense of melancholy that washed over them.
"It was fun to meet them all," Galadriel whispered, her voice breaking slightly.
"Yeah, it was," Momonga replied. "I will never forget them."
"How much time is left?" Galadriel asked.
"A minute…"
"I see… well… I need to wake up early, I think, I only have like four hours of sleep," Galadriel mumbled.
"Me too, should I order something to eat for tomorrow?" Momonga asked.
"Mm, yeah, sure."
Galadriel and Momonga observed with anticipation as the timer gradually counted down, approaching its last few seconds. They anxiously awaited the imminent forced logout from the game. However, unexpectedly, something occurred, causing both of them to experience a sensation of being torn apart and then reassembled. The rapidness of this feeling left them feeling bewildered and disoriented.
But soon enough, they were awakened by the loud screech of a woman in pain and voices in the dark.
"Lily! Lily, look at our children! Look, twin! We have twins!"
A voice unfamiliar to Momonga and Galadriel resonated in their ears, causing them to attempt to open their eyes. However, the task proved challenging as their eyelids felt incredibly heavy. Finally, they managed to do so, only to be overwhelmed by the intense brightness. The blinding light not only impaired their vision but also left them with a sense of helplessness, rendering their hands and legs immobile.
As their vision cleared, they gradually came to the realisation that their inability to move was not solely due to being stunned by the light. They noticed that their bodies were small and their little arms and legs barely responded to their thoughts. At that moment, they both came to the understanding that they were actually babies.
"Look at them, Lily! They're so beautiful," exclaimed a man with dark, tousled hair and glasses, cradling the babies in his arms.
"James, could you please show them to me?" the woman inquired, her voice filled with weariness and exhaustion. Momonga and Galadriel were carefully placed beside their mother. She was a stunning woman, with flowing red hair and captivating green eyes. "Oh, look at them…! They are perfect. So beautiful."
"Yes, they are," James replied proudly. "Just take a look at our daughter. She is a true reflection of you!" James chuckled, causing Galadriel to realise they were discussing her. She attempted to move her arms or speak, but her abilities were limited. The only sounds that escaped her mouth were those of a babbling baby.
"She is going to be a boy's dream when she grows up, just like his mother," James added with a smile.
"She will be," the woman called Lily whispered, her finger tracing her babies's faces. "Our son seems to have inherited your hair, James," Lily chuckled softly.
"Yeah, I feel bad for him," James chuckled. "But look at his eyes; they are green, just like yours."
"He is going to be such a handsome man," Lily said as she looked at her son, who was staring at her, utterly confused. "Just like his daddy."
James leaned in, planting a gentle kiss on Lily's lips. They both turned their attention to their children, who appeared to exchange a mixture of astonishment and surprise. Unsure of the exact meaning behind their kids' reaction, Lily and James dismissed it as mere "baby stuff" and shrugged it off.
"Are they still there?" Lily asked, to which James nodded enthusiastically, which caused Lily to let out a loud groan. "Alright, let them in before I start breastfeeding."
"Padfoot! Moony! Wormtail!" James yelled happily, his voice reverberating loudly, causing Momonga and Galadriel to wince. "Say hi to my children!"
Shortly after, three men made their way into the room, each holding presents and bouquets of flowers. They started to cheer for Lily, who initially let out a loud groan before bursting into laughter at their playful antics. Strange people then surrounded Momonga and Galadriel, all of them making faces at them and trying to get them to smile, only causing mild discomfort to them, as their senses were quite fragile at the moment.
"Look them, Merlin's balls, they are beautiful!"
"Not cursing in front of the children, Sirius!" Lily snapped.
"Sorry," Sirus replied, embarrassed. "Nevertheless, congratulations, Lily. They are beautiful."
"Thank you," Lily replied.
"It was a long set of hours, Lily. Are you fine? Shouldn't you be resting?"
"It's okay, Remus. I'm fine," Lily reassured, noticing her daughter growing restless. And indeed, Galadriel was overwhelmed with emotions. She felt afraid, fragile, and weak, especially as James carried her, causing her to be terrified of him. Glancing at her brother, Momonga, she longed to be near him and started to cry. Momonga seemed to share the same sentiment.
"Oh! What should I do?" James began to panic, as his daughter was beginning to cry.
"James," Lily called out as soon as James settled their daughter next to their son. They watched in amazement as their children quickly reached for each other's hands as if seeking comfort and assurance that everything would be alright. Galadriel stopped her weeps the moment she felt Momonga's hand on her. "Aw, I did hear that twins then be like this in the early stages."
"Like I told you, James. They are adorable," Sirius replied.
"What's their names?" the small, weak man asked.
"Harry James Potter and Euphemia Lily Potter," Lily stated as she glanced at both her children.
Momonga and Galadriel locked eyes, their gazes holding a mix of emotions as they silently acknowledged the gravity of the situation before them. Fatigue gradually washed over them, prompting both to surrender to the weariness that enveloped their beings. With synchronised movements, they gently shut their eyes, allowing themselves to drift into a profound slumber.
Momonga and Galadriel, who now go by the names Harry and Euphemia (or Euphy for short), were gradually adjusting to their new reality of being reborn in a different world. However, as babies, they struggled to control their bodies and emotions, leading to a rather tumultuous experience. The situation became even more challenging as they found themselves unable to control their bodily functions and relied on diapers. Adding to their discomfort, they were still being breastfed by their mother. Harry felt a deep sense of shame about this, much to the delight of his twin sister.
However, they soon came to the realisation that they found themselves in 1980s England, where their family possessed magical abilities. Unsure if they had stumbled into an alternate universe or were simply trapped in the past, they discovered that their parents were magical beings—an accomplished wizard and a skilled witch. To their astonishment, they also learned that an entire wizarding world seemed to be embroiled in a raging conflict.
But more importantly, a supposed Dark Lord was out there, and their family had a target on them. Harry and Euphy weren't aware of the details, only that after they were born, they moved into a small house somewhere, leaving the rather large castle of the Potter family behind. Which was something they learned as well. The Potter family was a noble family of sorts. Could that be the reason why the Dark Lord was pursuing them? Harry or Euphy knew. They knew little of anything, which made them quite irritable and anxious.
"{Hey Harry, did you hear what Sirius said about the Fidelius Charm?}" Euphy asked, grabbing Harry's attention. It didn't take them long to discover that they could use [Message] to communicate with each other shortly after arriving in this world. They attempted to use their magic but found themselves unable to do so. None of the spells they knew seemed to work correctly, and they couldn't figure out why. After all, if they could use [Message], why couldn't they use anything else?
Harry speculated that their age might have been the reason they couldn't do it. However, Euphy countered by stating that they were actually capable of using the same magic as their parents. Lily and James called it accidental magic, which was what happened when Harry started levitating objects and Euphy began creating small fires. But it wasn't the same as Yggdrasil's magic. There seemed to be some kind of barrier preventing them from accessing that kind of magic.
"{Yeah, I still wonder what they are talking about. I can't hear a thing! I want to know!}" Harry replied while both began to use their new names to get used to them. Both twins were on the small cradle as they used their tiny chubby feet to stand up and glared at the door adults in the living room. They could see their mother whispering something; she appeared to be quite troubled and unsure of the decision as James, Sirius, and Peter were all talking to each other.
"{They think that Moony is the rat, but I don't believe it. Moony would never do such a thing!}" Euphy exclaimed. It came as no surprise that both of them had grown deeply attached to their new families. Given the less-than-ideal nature of their parents in their previous life, it was only natural. Their mother, despite her love for them, tragically passed away before their eyes due to exhaustion while they were children, and their father was an alcoholic who used to beat them for everything wrong in his life.
Having lovable parents, even just for once, made them yearn for a childhood they had never experienced. Perhaps it was their underdeveloped human brains that caused them to feel this way; they couldn't quite articulate it. But they truly feel loved by the people who brought them to this world. And it was only natural that they wanted to protect them, at all costs if necessary.
But power was the thing they were lacking greatly.
"{I understand, Euphy. However, he has disappeared and hasn't come to see us for weeks. We're completely in the dark about what's happening out there. You witnessed how Mother was yesterday. It seemed like a dear friend of hers was tragically killed along with their family.}" Harry responded in a gentle tone. He noticed Lily looking visibly exhausted and letting out a weary sigh, while James got up and started casting a spell.
"{They are doing it.}" Harry muttered.
"{Wait… who is the secret keeper? Padfoot?}" Euphy mumbled as they saw how it was Peter Pettigrew, the one who chose to be the Secret Keeper, making them frown.
"{Peter?}" both twins muttered at the same time, as they glanced at each other.
"{Well, I suppose I get it. Sirius is known for being James's best friend, so they are going to be after him.}"
"{So, he's going to be the bait?}" Euphy remarked while Harry simply nodded. However, there was a lingering uneasiness that both twins couldn't shake off. It was a palpable sensation in the air that persisted, refusing to leave them be.
"{I still have reservations about this... it seems too risky, especially considering that only a few people would be aware of the truth if the worst were to happen. What if they were to capture Peter and extract information from him? Then they would wrongly believe that Sirius betrayed our parents!}" Euphy exclaimed. Harry found himself in complete agreement, recognising the multitude of potential complications and uncertainties surrounding their parents' decision.
"{We can only hope our parents know what they are doing.}" That was all Harry had to say before the day ended.
Euphy and Harry gazed upon the fireplace, their unease persisting even a day after that evening. They couldn't shake the sense that something might go awry at any given moment. This shared paranoia seemed to cling to them, refusing to dissipate. But seeing their parents having a small moment of peace was enough for them to exhale for now.
"I am telling you, Lily, I feel as if our children seem to speak with their minds!" James exclaimed loudly as Lily chuckled at him. "Don't laugh, I am serious!"
"I thought you were James," Lily replied with a tease.
"Please, don't you dare!" James groaned as Lily leaned and kissed him softly.
"They're babies, and twins, no less. It's only natural for them to have these... interactions," Lily explained, both she and Lily casting a glance at Harry and Euphy, who were sitting side by side with peculiar expressions on their faces. "It's normal, not weird at all!"
"{Is she calling us weird?}" Harry asked, confused.
"{She's calling you the weird one. Meanwhile, I'm flawless—beautiful and intelligent!}" Euphy teased, chuckling loudly in a baby-like manner. Harry frowned and playfully tapped her on the head. "{Ouch! Why do you do that, you idiot?}"
"{Respect, my authority! I am the eldest!}" Harry exclaimed as soon Euphy began to wave her chubby hands and hit Harry on the face. James and Lily then saw their babies babbling nonsense and hitting each other.
"Hey, both of you, enough!" Lily exclaimed as she grabbed Euphy, and James took Harry.
"It seems like they were having an argument," James murmured, finding amusement in Harry's frowning expression. "Harry, please refrain from hitting your sister. It's not appropriate to hit girls. It's considered wrong. As a gentleman, your role is to protect her! That's what men do: protect women and children."
"{Ha, take that! I love the patriarchy!}" Euphy exclaimed loudly in [Message] as Harry scoffed at her.
"And Euphy, please show some respect to your brother. He's the eldest and a man, you know. If you want to receive respect and be looked after by a man in your life, then it's important to behave like a lady and treat him with respect. A good man will always treat a lady right," Lily stated firmly but with a gentle tone in her voice.
"{You hear it? You have to respect men! So much for the patriarchy, eh?}" Harry teased as Euphy let out a loud baby groan.
"{Shut up. She said a good man.}" Euphy mumbled at him.
"{I am a good man!}" Harry replied, feeling deeply offended as Euphy rolled her eyes at him. Nonetheless, despite her dismissive gesture, Euphy's youthful face still displayed a visible smile. After all, she knew that there was no one in this world whom she loved and trusted more than her brother.
"{I know, Harry, and I love you for that.}" Euphy said as she kissed Harry's cheek, earning a small reaction from James and Lily.
"Aw! They are adorable!" Lily squealed happily as James smiled at them.
Lily and James observed with delight as their twins started giggling at each other. It seemed that whatever issue had arisen was swiftly resolved with just a glance from their parents.
"Behave like a lady, huh? Well, if I remember correctly, there was this girl in my year who had a reputation for landing a few punches in a certain sensitive area," James said with a smirk, while Lily scoffed, feeling quite insulted.
"Defending yourself is not the same as being a violent person. Besides, those pigs thought they could touch me without any repercussions. I showed them how muggle girls fix things," Lily said smugly.
"Hey, I agree! There's no need to give me that look. I did learn my lesson that day," James replied, his cheeks receiving a kiss from Lily.
"Smart man," Lily replied.
The small happiness, however, was soon shattered by a sudden explosion sound emanating from the door. The Potter family froze in place until James quickly scooped up Harry and handed him to Lily. The poor red-haired mother looked stunned and paralysed.
"Take Lily and Harry away, Lily! Take them away now! I'll hold him off!" James exclaimed, grabbing his wand and rushing towards the door. All Lily could do was flee. Euphy and Harry could only see their father's back as their mother rushed towards the staircase.
The familiar sound of their father screaming, challenging, and mocking someone before a duel was something they had come to expect. James had earned a reputation for this behaviour, but hearing him burst into laughter was truly shocking for them. The Dark Lord had dared to laugh at their father. Perhaps he had said something, and James had simply mocked him in return, prompting such a reaction. Suddenly, a massive green flash of light could be seen in the distance, followed by the thud of a body hitting the ground. Their mother swiftly closed the door behind them, taking the necessary precautions to secure it. She arranged everything to block the door, knowing that she couldn't leave anywhere.
"I can't apparate! I can't apparate!" Lily began to shake in fear as she put her children in the cradle. "James! Oh, god, James! Peter…! He betrayed us! That—That rat! He sold us!"
Harry and Euphy were deeply shaken upon learning that a close friend of their parents had betrayed them in such a manner. The news hadn't quite sunk in yet. They were still in a state of shock, unable to fully comprehend the loss of their father, but tears streamed down their faces. Their young minds could only process the overwhelming emotions, leaving them unable to do anything else.
"Harry, Euphy... you are both deeply loved. Daddy and Mommy adore you, my precious babies. We love you immensely," Lily whispered, her tears streaming down. Tenderly, she planted gentle kisses on their heads, aware that this was a farewell.
In a matter of moments, the door was shattered, fragments flying in all directions. Emerging from the wreckage stood a mysterious figure, cloaked in darkness, his piercing red eyes fixed on the scene before him. Lily, a determined and fiery-haired woman, stood resolute, blocking his path and shielding her children from his gaze. Though pain was evident in her eyes, her unwavering motherly instincts prevailed.
"It's such a shame, truly," the man lamented. "Both you and your husband should have joined me. I must admit, Lily Potter, I recognise your talents, even though you're a Mudblood. Your abilities are truly remarkable. You have defeated my best duellists multiple times."
"I would've never joined you, Voldemort. Never!" Lily replied with determination.
"Shame. Now, stand aside, girl, you can live… I only want your children's lives!"
"No, take me instead! Leave them!" Lily pleaded desperately, fully aware that her words would likely fall on deaf ears. Yet, beneath her seemingly futile plea, Lily Potter possessed a power few understood. She was weaving a spell with her sacrificial words, harnessing a love so profound that even Voldemort could never comprehend. Uncertain of its success, Lily was willing to sacrifice her own life for the sake of her children, no matter the outcome.
Voldemort hissed as he pointed his wand at her. "Shame. He begged for your life. Avada Kedavra!"
Lily's life was abruptly taken by the striking green light, leaving her children stunned. Euphy could only release a piercing cry, helplessly witnessing her mother's departure. Harry's tears were accompanied by an overwhelming desire to take action. Yet, both of them felt powerless, unable to intervene. All they could do was observe the joyous family they once had fade away right before their eyes.
"These are the children who will be responsible for my downfall?" Voldemort whispered, casting a glance at both children, who returned his glare. The girl's green eyes started to shimmer, transforming into a brilliant yellow hue, while the boy's eyes morphed into a powerful sphere of almost red. "Ah… I can almost taste it. Power. A shame it had to be this way. Only I can live forever. Nothing will stop me. Not even a prophecy."
"Avada Kedavra!"
Eleven years later
The loud bang woke Harry up. It was the familiar sound of his aunt hitting the door of the cupboard to wake them up, and it was just as annoying as ever.
"Wake up, both of you! If you don't, I'll throw the breakfast to the dogs!" Aunt Petunia's voice echoed through the room, accompanied by the sound of her stomping feet. Harry let out a groan and turned his gaze to his side, where Euphy was peacefully sleeping. It was undeniably cramped for two children to be in such a small space, but they had no other option.
"Euphy, please wake up, or you won't be able to have breakfast," Harry groaned, struggling to put on his glasses. One of the most frustrating aspects of his new life was his poor eyesight. Euphy moaned and slowly emerged from her corner of the bed while Harry opened the door of their shared cupboard. Euphy was busy tending to her long red hair, which had a distinctive white patch.
Euphy gently swept her hair over her left eye, concealing the scar inflicted by Voldemort. The mark served as a permanent reminder, forever shrouding that eye in darkness. The constant scrutiny from others was something she despised. She was well aware of the scar's unattractiveness and had no desire for people to gawk at it. Euphy sometimes wishes she had Harry's scar, as it was on his forehead and looked even more, unique in her eyes.
"Move, Harry!" Euphy groaned as Harry chuckled before he looked at her knee.
"Does it hurt, still?" Harry asked gently.
"It's fine… what about your shoulder?" Euphy asked him.
"It doesn't hurt as much as yesterday," he replied. "But you had to admit, letting that snake loose was a bit funny."
"Yeah, I'm not sure if it was yours or mine idea but the beating from our uncle was worth it," Euphy said as they both reminisced about the accident that happened during their cousin's birth at the zoo.
"Let's go, Harry," Euphy muttered, annoyance evident in her voice, "or that whale will eat everything." However, their attention was quickly diverted by a sudden sound coming from the door, as a multitude of letters were on the ground.
"Mail day," Harry sighed, picking up the letter. However, both froze as they noticed a pair of letters addressed to them. Instantly, they knew what it signified. With a single glance exchanged between them, they comprehended the significance. It was the moment they had eagerly awaited for a considerable length of time.
"Hogwarts," Euphy whispered. "It's time, Harry."
"Yes, it is," Harry mumbled back.
They had not spent all these years idly doing nothing. They were aware that Voldemort was still alive somewhere, and the memories of that fateful night remained vivid in their minds. However, they also recognised that, particularly in the early years, they were unable to accomplish much due to their bodies being unable to handle their magic.
Ever since that night when Voldemort marked them, Harry and Euphy discovered that the magic of Yggdrasil had somehow become accessible to them. However, it seemed to be only the basic level of their abilities, not even close to what they had back in Yggdrasil, only the first eight levels of their class. Yet, it was better than nothing.
However, one of their biggest problems was that they were unable to access their inventory at the moment due to an unknown obstacle beyond their control. If they could only do so, a lot of their problems would've been solved.
Still, the question about their level remains since they could see the level gap increase, which made them question if they could perhaps surpass level 100.
It was something they debated a lot since now they had Witch and Wizard in their player stats. Could it mean they could reach a higher level than before? It was something both would make sure to look out for.
Yet, they wanted to defend themselves and use whatever was at their disposal to do so.
Euphy made use of certain abilities to enhance her perception of their surroundings in case any potential threats were lurking around. One such ability was [Arcane Sight], a spell of low-level proficiency that originally had limited functionality in Yggdrasil. It merely allowed users to detect magic places, Mana items, and similar elements. However, once a player reached level 25, these features were rendered completely useless due to the overwhelming power of passive skills and magic items that did just a better job at detecting magic in the game. Nevertheless, in their current circumstances, [Arcane Sight] granted Euphy the remarkable ability to visually witness the magnificent spectacle of magic in all its glory.
It was as if Euphy could see the flow of magic around them and in them.
And Euphy noticed that a powerful defensive spell protected Privet Drive. One that was not Dumbledore but their mother. They realised that it was one of the reasons why they were put there and hated to admit it, but it made sense Dumbledore did it. Yet, it didn't excuse the lack of foresight or care for their well-being.
Harry, on the other hand, possessed a repertoire of basic Necromancer spells. He started utilising them to revive small animals, employing them as his eyes and ears in the neighbourhood. Soon enough, he discovered that Yggdrasil's spell behaved in a completely different manner, much like his sister did. Initially, he was under the impression that he could only control the corpse of one animal at a time. However, it became evident that there was no limit to the number of small animals he could manipulate. Harry now had several squirrels, birds, and even a dog roaming around, undoubtedly causing fright among the locals.
Yet, they practise other magics in secret, away from their abusive family. But not anymore. This letter was going to change it all.
"Hey, you two! What are you up to?" Their uncle's voice startled them, causing them to hesitate before finally deciding to reveal their plans of not seeing him for a while, or maybe even forever if things went as planned.
The twins proceeded towards the living room, with Harry carefully placing the letters on the table. Both of them held onto their Hogwarts letters tightly. Petunia's eyes widened, her expression quickly changing upon seeing the Hogwarts symbol. She was all too familiar with what it represented.
"What is it?" Vernon growled at them.
"We are leaving," both twins said at the same time. "And with luck. You shouldn't see us anymore."
"Wha—what?!" Vernon stuttered, confused.
"We've received our Hogwarts letter and we're going," Harry announced, attempting to sound more diplomatic than his twin, Euphy, who had a slightly different personality. "We're also planning to secure a place to live there, away from here."
"We are simply informing you of our departure; we are not seeking permission," Euphy remarked, her lone eye fixed upon them.
"Now, listen here!" Vernon exclaimed, abruptly rising from his seat. However, before he could take any action, a group of eerie, undead birds entered through the window. These dark creatures had decaying flesh hanging from their skeletal frames. Meanwhile, Euphy's hands were engulfed in flames, yet her skin remained unharmed by the fire.
"As we mentioned earlier, we simply desire to depart in a peaceful manner. We have no desire to remain here, and we can sense that you also do not want us to stay. Therefore, if you could provide us with funds for a taxi, we promise that you will never have to lay eyes on us again. It's a mutually beneficial arrangement, wouldn't you agree?" Harry stated calmly, despite the odd noises emanating from the deceased bird perched on his shoulder, causing both Petunia and Vernon to shriek with fear.
"Or, perhaps we could consider doing it the other way," Euphy murmured, her body slowly being consumed by the encroaching flames.
The twins disembarked from the taxi and found themselves standing on Charing Cross Road, right in the heart of London. It struck them as remarkable how effortlessly they had managed to escape from their aunt and uncle's residence, although there were certainly valid reasons that had prevented them from doing so earlier. The people on the busy street of London looked at the two children with amusement as Euphy and Harry did their best to ignore them. They knew why they were staring at them.
Their outfits were virtually the same. Since their aunt wouldn't buy Euphy proper girl's clothes, Harry had to share his things with her.
And they hope to fix this soon, among many other things.
"That was easy," Euphy muttered as both began to walk towards an alleyway.
"We should move from this place; we're too exposed," Harry whispered, while Euphy nodded in agreement. Both of them were feeling extremely paranoid at the moment, which was evident from their constant vigilance, scanning the surroundings and scrutinising anyone who seemed suspicious.
Which, for an eleven-year-old child, was everyone.
"The Leaky Cauldron, right?" Euphy murmured, recalling what their parents used to say about that place.
"It's supposed to be a magical entrance. Can you see anything?" Harry inquired, his curiosity piqued as Euphy's only working eye shimmered with the power of [Arcane Sight]. Soon, she spotted a peculiar entrance right before them. Despite its outwardly plain appearance, a door devoid of any signage or windows, Euphy could discern the enchanting aura emanating from it. And then, atop the door, a few words materialised.
"There it is, the Leaky Cauldron," Euphy pointed excitedly as they approached the door and swung it open. Inside, the bustling inn greeted them with a lively atmosphere, where people of all sorts could be seen donning various outfits, and magic floated around them.
"They do look wizarding enough, eh?" Euphy said as Harry nodded with a smile.
Harry approached the keeper of the inn and coughed loudly in order to earn his attention. "Excuse me, sir. But we are looking at the entrance of Diagon Alley."
"Oh, could it be new Hogwarts students?" the tavern owner said. Both Euphy and Harry nodded slowly. "Don't worry there. Follow me. My name is Tom, by the way."
Before long, they found themselves being led towards a worn and delicately aged wall in the rear of the tavern. Tom swiftly tapped a few of the bricks, revealing a hidden entrance. The sight that greeted the twins was truly astonishing, leaving them in awe. The stories their parents had shared about Diagon Alley had not done it justice. A sense of adventure began to rise from them. Even after everything, they could not help but smile at this new start.
They strolled amidst the numerous witches and wizards, their gaze fixed on the array of shops. But before they could fully embark on their exploration and make their necessary purchases, there was a requirement to fulfil—money, specifically Galleons.
"What was the place again?" Harry asked.
"I believe it was meant to be called Ringots, or perhaps Grinbot," Euphy mumbled, racking her brain to recall the name of the Wizarding Bank. It was unfortunate that both Harry and Euphy could remember such details, as their parents had often discussed it in their presence. James and Lily had prepared for the worst-case scenario, ensuring that everything was taken care of properly. As a result, Harry and Euphy knew where to begin their search for their parents' money and will.
But also information. Especially when talking about their godfather and supposed magical guardian.
"Oh, there it is," Euphy pointed out. "It's called Gringotts. Ah, that makes sense."
The twins stepped into the bank and immediately noticed a group of small creatures roaming about. They quickly identified them as goblins. Harry glanced at Euphy, who took a moment to compose herself before directing her attention towards one of the goblins perched on a high desk, engrossed in reading some papers. Were they going to be ignored, or perhaps the goblin simply hadn't noticed them yet? It was uncertain. However, they needed to act swiftly, as Euphy understood all too well from their own time working in the financial sector that people tend to have very little patience in such situations.
"Excuse me, sir," Euphy spoke gently yet firmly. "My brother, Harry James Potter, and I, Euphemia Lily Potter, as the heirs of the Noble House Potter, would like to request access to our parent's account and will, if it wouldn't inconvenience you too much."
The goblin placed his quill on the table before shifting his gaze towards the twins. He took a deep breath, as if detecting something peculiar in the air. And indeed, there was something unusual—the goblins could sense the presence of magic emanating from both of them. It was potent, yet distinct in its nature.
"Interesting," the goblin muttered. "Ragnok!"
A goblin appeared and, with a sneer, created both twins. "They take them to Ironhook."
"Follow me," Ragnok said, and knowing not to make of the goblins, the twins pursued him with haste. Soon enough, they reached an office, before they were guided to sit down.
"Ironhook, heir and heiress Potter," Ragnok said before leaving them alone.
"Good day, heir and heiress Potter. Truth be told, we are quite happy to see you, but we didn't expect to see you here at all," Ironhook stated, causing both twins to frown deeply.
"Explain, Mr Ironhook, what does that mean?" Harry asked now with a serious tone. Perhaps sounding way older than an eleven-year-old should.
"We have been receiving letters from your magical guardian, stating that all finances should be directed to him. Additionally, the will, which has been sealed since that fateful night, has also been locked away as per the magical guardian's instructions. Among many other request made by your guardian," Ironhook said as both twins were utterly baffled by it all.
"I want a detailed account of everything that has been taken, moved, or paid from our parents' vault. Every single item!" Euphy exclaimed, her anger evident.
"All ten years?" Ironhook asked, amused by the young girl's angry expression.
"All of it!"
It didn't take long before Ironhook returned with a substantial stack of papers containing detailed information about their parents' account. The papers covered everything, from the current state of the account to the trust vaults, investments, properties, and even family heirlooms. Harry observed his sister, who was fully absorbed in reading each sheet of paper with great intensity. This was her area of expertise; no one knew more about this subject than she did.
"They were actually being paid to take care of us," Euphy whispered. "Can you believe it? They were receiving thousands of pounds every month just to look after us! Meanwhile, we were left starving and forced to sleep in a filthy cupboard. It's infuriating to think that they were living the high life... all with our parents' hard-earned money!"
Euphy's anger increased to the point some glasses began to explode.
"Euphy, relax," Harry took his sister's hand and hissed when he felt the way her body appeared to be burning. "Take a deep breath. Please, Euphy, relax."
Euphy began to breathe deeply before she was able to regain control of herself again. "I apologise for the outburst, mister Ironhook."
"Not at all, heiress Potter. It appears that there's quite the problem at hand," Ironhook replied, with an amused look on his face.
"What else is in there?" Harry asked, now that Euphy had calmed down.
"Surprisingly, apart from that, it's quite reassuring to see that most of our parents' assets have not shown any signs of being tampered with. Our properties remain intact, and the taxes are in order. However, I would appreciate a thorough investigation into the past years, just to ensure that everything is indeed in order. And speaking of investments... I was aware that our family made investments, but I had no idea they also ventured into the muggle world," Euphy remarked, causing Harry to look at her with surprise.
"Oh, how so?" Harry asked with intrigue.
Euphy muttered in disbelief, "There are so many companies that our parents invest in, and I think our grandparents did, too. We've got Coca-Cola, Apple, and even Microsoft, and that's so strange. And we own quite a share in Rolls Royce. The Potter family is much wealthier than I had ever imagined."
"Oh, indeed! The Potter family has truly embraced the spirit of adventure when it comes to entrepreneurship. I must say, they have outdone any other pureblood family in this regard. It was your mother, Lady Potter, who managed to persuade Lord Potter to invest in those remarkable computing companies at the earliest opportunity. It's quite fascinating, really, because Lord Potter had no idea what a computer even was. However, his wife was confident that it would shape the future, and her conviction was supported by the numbers. It turns out she was absolutely right. And as for the significant stake in Rolls Royce, well, your grandfather had the privilege of personally knowing Charles Rolls and Henry Royce. Interestingly enough, they were both squibs and also happened to be close friends of his. So, he gave them a small fortune to start the company, and here we are!"
Ironhook smiled as this sentiment was shared across Gringotts; after all, for them, Galleons, Pounds, and Dollars were all the same. Money and the Potter family were good clients of theirs who brought a lot of it.
"Our mother was wise," Harry said with a chuckle. "However, besides that, what's with our supposed Magical guardian and our parent's will?"
"Well, your magical guardian is Albus Dumbledore. He has taken a great deal to make sure, of your—safety. All the emails are routed to him, as well. He has the authority to make sure the will is not opened. Among other things."
Now, Harry was angry at hearing that. "Why?" He hissed.
"Safety was his primary concern, or at least that's what he claimed. I grasped his reasoning, especially considering the aftermath of the war and that particular night. The Ministry was relentless in its pursuit of the Potter family's final testament, intending to make it public knowledge. However, doing so would undoubtedly compromise the security of not only Gringotts, but also Lord and Lady Potter."
"Still, it doesn't explain why the Ministry wanted the will?" Euphy now asked, feeling as if something wasn't right at all.
"We cannot say. In the days following the defeat of You-Know-Who, a number of his loyal followers were frantically attempting to conceal themselves in the darkness or keep a watchful eye on both of you, seeking to avenge their fallen leader. The Ministry also had a keen interest in discovering the whereabouts of their heroic figures; as you may imagine, it was quite chaotic. Fortunately, Gringotts maintains a strong hold on the confidentiality of their clientele. However, since Albus Dumbledore serves as your magical guardian, he personally took the responsibility of safeguarding this information."
Ironhook gave an explanation, yet Euphy and Harry couldn't shake the feeling that something was off, that things didn't quite add up. There was undoubtedly foul play at work. Unfortunately, they lacked the necessary information to take any concrete action. However, they had a suspicion that the will had been sealed for a specific purpose.
"Mister Ironhook, what happened to Sirius Black?" Harry asked, as soon Ironhook frowned at them.
"He was charged with the murder of twelve muggles and the death of your parents, of course! He betrayed them," he stated, and soon, Euphy and Harry glared at each other, putting the puzzles together.
"No, he did not," both twins replied at the same time. "Peter Pettigrew betrayed them. He was the secret keeper, not Sirius Black."
Ironhook froze as his expression paled. "Are you sure?" He asked them.
"Yes, we are sure of it," both replied. "He had a trial, then? He was captured and put on trial? Can we see the verdict? Or something."
"H—he didn't have a trial as far as I know," Ironhook muttered before he suddenly gasped. "W—wait a minute, heir and heiress Potter!"
In a swift motion, they caught sight of Ironhook as he exited the room, leaving the twins bewildered. However, their astonishment grew when they learned that their godfather, who was meant to look after them, had been unjustly imprisoned.
After a few minutes, a group of goblins entered the room. Ironhook started showing them some papers, and they all began conversing in their own language. Euphy and Harry couldn't understand what they were saying, but their expressions ranged from anger and shock to even delight. Why was that? they weren't sure, but Euphy began to think why it could be.
"I apologise, my heir and heiress, but it is as you say. Sirius Black never received a trial. Not only that," Ironhook said, stepping aside to reveal a goblin with an ugly scar across his face and an even more unpleasant expression. "I present to you Rorak, the head accountant of the Black family."
"It appears that there's foul play with Lord Black's imprisonment," Rorak added with a nasty tone of voice. "As many other shade endeavours from certain families, who wished to take heiress Potter's place as the sole heir of the Black family."
"What?" Euphy mumbled. "Heir of the Black family? Shouldn't that be Harry? He is the oldest one, after all."
Rorak then smiled at them—quite the malicious one, yet it didn't appear to be directed towards them.
"Ah, indeed! That was quite the predicament, wasn't it? Your parents, along with your godfather, chose to place you in that role specifically to ensure your safety. You see, there are age-old rules and laws in play that could lead to significant troubles down the road if you had simply been a lady of the house. It was a decision made with your future well-being in mind!"
"Explain," Harry now asked, with a demanding voice, as he was now worried that someone would try to do something to his sister.
"Heiress Potter is the last female of her bloodline, bound by tradition to marry by the age of sixteen to secure her family's legacy and magical heritage. It's a harsh reality in the Wizarding World, where antiquated laws weigh heavily on noble witches, leaving them at a disadvantage—even more so than in the Muggle realm," Rorak said with a chuckle, shaking his head at the injustice of it all. "Magic children are important, and it's a duty for any witch to breed as fast as possible, or so the Ministry used to say."
"Wonderful," Euphy snapped, a flash of frustration crossing her features. "So, my parents really believed that if the worst happened, me stepping beyond the role of just a Potter heiress would somehow make everything right?"
"Yes, and they were right, since now, being the next head of the Black family will provide you with more rights and not being obliged to marry… at least at sixteen for the time being without the magical guardian's permission," Rorak said and saw the completely shocked and furious stare from Euphy and Harry. "But it will give you time! And more importantly, you would not be forced by the Ministry or anyone else to be forced to accept marriage until you decide it or your guardian wishes. It's not perfect, but it is better than the alternative."
Both Euphy and Harry began to grumble at each other before Harry stared back at him.
"Wait, if I am to be the next lord of House Potter, how could I not protect my sister from being married off?" Harry asked.
"Well, because you're the next head of the house and the last male of the line. Your sister will not carry the Potter name, even if you wish to protect her, which you can't since you're forced by law to find her a suitor. Besides, you will not be head of the Potter family until you're eighteen, not sooner… unless you wish to marry at sixteen, which means…?" Rorak smirked as he let those words sink in, as Harry and Euphy realised what it meant.
"That I will not have any say in the marriage at all, unless I marry myself before that," Harry muttered. "But if someone else would—"
"Like your magical guardian, he could decide who your sister will marry without your permission," Rorak smiled as soon as the twins realised the deep problem they were in.
"Wait—I am still not off the hook either. You say that even if I were to be the next Lady Black. I would still be under the control of the magical guardian. And if he decided to marry me off at sixteen, nothing will matter anyway," Euphy exclaimed, frustrated.
"Ah! It seems that removing this magical guardian would solve all our problems. If only your godfather were here to exercise his jurisdiction over both of you, he could easily replace Albus Dumbledore as your magical guardian since his status is more important than his. Then you would be safe from harm!" Rorak whispered, his words dripping with malicious intent.
Both twins knew there was a reason all of these goblins were there, and knowing what they knew now, they needed to protect themselves and gather as much information as possible.
"What can we do?" both twins asked as the goblins smirked.
Both twins released a simultaneous, exhausted sigh, collapsing onto their individual beds within the room they had rented at the Leaky Cauldron. They had spent hours at Gringotts, and countless more gathering the necessary supplies, including their wands, which they desperately needed.
The revelation occurred when they discovered that their wands possessed the same core. Initially, they believed their wands to be twins, but upon learning that Voldemort also possessed a wand with the same core, it became evident that the phoenix, who had contributed three feathers, had some explaining to do.
Both of their minds were preoccupied with thoughts of how to break free from the influence of Albus Dumbledore. It might require drastic measures, but the twins harboured a deep mistrust towards the elderly wizard. Despite never having met him, they sensed an underlying unease. They intended to express their concerns to Dumbledore, hoping for some independence, but they also made sure to prepare a backup plan in case he did not have their best interests at heart.
After all, neither of them wished to go back to the Dursleys.
"Do you think, they would make an inquiry to the Ministry about Sirius Black not having a trial?" Harry asked as Euphy began to hum.
"It seems they were hoping for this outcome. A noble account on hold isn't exactly ideal for their financial ambitions. Plus, the Malfoy family's relentless pursuit of the Black family vault and seat only underscores how much power Padfoot's lineage wields—much more than we ever imagined," Euphy murmured, rising from her seat. Her gaze drifted over her new robes and clothes, a sense of excitement bubbling within her. She relished the thrill of finally having some beautiful girl's underwear among her many new treasures.
"Still, the priority is clear: we have to track down that rat. Sirius's freedom hinges on us finding him. It's a small relief that we're advocating for a new investigation into his case, but honestly, every word I've heard from the Ministry has been nothing but disappointing. The Wizarding World's government is absolutely useless and incompetent," Euphy vented, frustration evident in her tone as weariness weighed heavily on her shoulders.
"We need to tread carefully," Harry said, his voice laced with frustration as he adjusted the fit of his new clothes. "What we've heard—the marriage talk, for instance—it's clear that others want to control us. To them, we're just children, with no real say in our own lives." He clenched his fists, the anger boiling beneath the surface.
"I don't want to marry—anyone." Looking at her brother, Euphy teased, "Unless she's a beautiful dark-skinned woman with muscles. Should Dumbledore manage to find me that, I will unleash my wrath on this world of men, with my face nestled between those thighs!"
Harry rolled his eyes, as he simply shook his head, but a smile was on his face.
"Well, we do have a lot to do," Harry muttered as he got close to their owl, Hedwig. "A lot of things we must achieve soon."
Euphy approached his brother and reached out to hold his hand. "We're in this together, right? We'll figure it out. We always do." Euphy then turned her attention to the black snake peacefully resting on the chair, basking in the fading sunlight as night approached.
"Yes, that we do," Harry smiled. "But also… I am thinking of making Peter Pettigrew pay for what he has done."
"We will," Euphy whispered angrily. "We will make him pay."
The Hogwarts Express train was undoubtedly a stunning beauty and an impressive machine. As they settled into their cabin, both Euphy and Harry eagerly delved into their books, eager to expand their knowledge. There was so much to learn and so much to explore, and they knew they had to start somewhere. Euphy immersed herself in a book about the rich Pureblood culture and the intricate laws that governed it, while Harry dived into a comprehensive guide detailing the various branches of magic.
"{We should have gone to Knockturn Alley.}" Euphy spoke while using [Message], a convenient way for them to converse privately. She reclined on the seat with Ainz, the snake resting on her chest and her feet resting on Harry's lap while he hummed contentedly.
"{Yeah, but it would look suspicious if a set of children were seen there. We'll have to wait until we find a way to get there.}" Harry replied. His attention was then diverted to the door, where they noticed a red-haired boy entering the room.
"Uh, excuse me, do you mind? Everywhere else is full," the red-haired boy said.
Harry stole a quick look at Euphy, who nonchalantly shrugged in his direction, implying that the decision was up to him. With that settled, she refocused her attention on her book. "No problem," Harry murmured in response.
"I am Ron, by the way, Ron Weasley."
"Harry Potter and my sister, Euphemia Potter," Harry replied. Soon the red-haired girl gasped at them.
"So—so it is true, then?" Ron whispered at them, as now Euphy couldn't help but glance at him.
"True about what, in particular?" Harry drawled.
"About the scar, you know, the scars of the Twins-who-lived!" Ron exclaimed, his voice filled with excitement, while Euphy scowled at him. "Can I see it?"
"No," Harry replied blandly, with an annoyed tone of voice. "{It appears that this is going to be frequent conversation.}"
"{I am gathering that.}" Euphy muttered at him.
"Oh, sorry, I didn't mean to insult you," Ron quickly apologised.
"It's fine," Harry replied, genuinely wanting to savour his book. However, Euphy seemed to have the same idea. The red-haired girl let out a sigh before reluctantly taking a seat. In that moment, Ron caught a glimpse of the scar on her eye. It had almost the same form as Harry's scar, but a bit bigger, going from her eyebrows down to her cheek. It was a fleeting sight, but he couldn't help but notice the crystal eye, completely devoid of light and colour. It sent a shiver down Ron's spine.
Before long, Ron caught sight of a snake as well, causing him to let out a frightened shriek.
"That's a snake!" Ron exclaimed, noticing as Euphy carefully lifted Ainz onto her hands and guided him towards her neck. There, he coiled himself, seeking warmth against her skin.
"His name is Ainz, and it's our familiar," Euphy replied. "Don't listen to him, Ainz. He is a child."
Ron's face paled as he heard Euphy hissing. Harry quickly saw it and could not help but smile at this, seeking an opportunity to get rid of the boy.
"Indeed. He doesn't know better," Harry added as Ron's appeared to almost pass out.
"Y—you speak to it?!" Ron muttered, shocked. "You know who spoke it!"
"And?" Harry and Euphy asked back, with amusement written all over their face.
"It's evil! You're—!" Ron stuttered before quickly standing up, and leaving them behind.
Harry and Euphy saw it and chuckled at it.
"Nice," the twins said at the same time.
"Do you want anything from the trolley dears?" An old lady appeared, and Euphy's mouth watered. Harry rolled his eyes, as if he could already hear his twin sister's stomach grumbling.
"We'll take the lot," Harry said as he took out a bag of Galleons.
"I love you so much, my dear brother," Euphy sighed happily.
"Only because I feed you," Harry chuckled.
"My lady, I smelled sssomething on that boy. Prey! A rodent!" Ainz hissed at them.
"Mm? I didn't notice. Did he have a rat with him?" Euphy pondered.
"I suppose he had the right idea to leave then," Harry chuckled, not knowing how close they were to being free.
Hogwarts presented itself as an awe-inspiring spectacle. The tales passed down by their parents regarding their own experiences at the school vividly demonstrated its incredible nature. Euphy, currently utilising [Arcane Sight], found it impossible to overlook the tremendous amount of magic emanating from the castle.
The great hall was also incredible. However, as they entered the chamber, both of their scars started to burn slightly.
"{Harry, what was that?}" Euphy looked at his twins, who looked around in confusion.
"{No idea. But we must keep an eye out for anything.}" Harry replied before the sorting ceremony began.
"{That's Albus Dumbledore, isn't it? The old Gandalf-looking wizard.}" Euphy stated, feeling a hissing pain before it went away.
"{He definitely looks the part. I just hope the goblins didn't inform him about our little trip to Gringotts.}" Harry responded. He noticed Albus Dumbledore's gaze fixed on the twins and could tell that Dumbledore seemed content and maybe even appreciative to see them. However, the twins couldn't shake the feeling that Dumbledore was anticipating something from them.
"{Harry, look over there.}" Euphy called out, prompting Harry to cast a quick glance towards the teacher's table. They noticed a man with dark hair and a dark cloak staring back at them, his expression a mixture of disgust, guilt, and even nostalgia.
Harry grumbled. "{I feel like the way people look at us is only getting worse, not better.}" He realised that both he and his friends hadn't been paying attention to the sorting hat.
"Euphemia Potter," the woman, whom the twins remembered as McGonagall, spoke. Everyone grew silent, eagerly anticipating which house one of the renowned twins would be sorted into.
"{Please, don't leave me alone.}" Euphy spoke, her voice whispering in Harry's mind. In those moments, Harry felt like the older sibling, understanding their shared abandonment issues. Euphy couldn't imagine a life without Harry by her side—it would completely devastate her.
That's why Harry smiled at her, clutching her hand. "{Never.}" He said as Euphy smiled with contentment as she walked towards the chair.
"Well, this certainly is unexpected," the sorting hat murmured, taking its time before falling silent for a lengthy ten minutes. All eyes in the grand hall were fixed on the girl, engrossed in what seemed like a profound discussion with the hat. Eventually, the hat let out a deep sigh. "Ah, yes. I understand now. You possess admirable qualities, my dear, but your true brilliance will flourish in Slytherin!"
The sight of the girl calmly approaching the Slytherin house left everyone in a state of shock. It seemed that even the Slytherins themselves were taken aback by the presence of one of the twins-who-lived among them.
"Harry Potter!" McGonagall called, and soon, Harry took his turn in the chair. The hat touched his head, and another hum began to be heard.
"Strange set of twins, this is," the hat whispered.
"I would like to go where my sister is, please," Harry thought, before he heard a chuckle on his mind.
"You two make quite the pair, with your similar minds, goals, and aspirations. I've never seen such a unique combination of similarity and difference in thoughts. Even for twins, both of you are quite remarkable in your own peculiar way."
"Thank you, I suppose."
"Yeah, both of you are to Slytherin for your own good. No other house would truly give you what you want."
"You'll be—Slytherin!" The hat yelled, and once again, the entire great hall was stunned to witness such a feat.
Euphy beamed with joy as Harry took a seat beside her. "{Yes, yes, I understand. You can't survive without your older brother. I finally comprehend the weight that Bukubukuchagama carried.}" he said. Harry let out a dramatic sigh, causing Euphy to roll her eyes. Nevertheless, she couldn't help but plant a kiss on his cheek, her smile never fading.
"{I am your little sister. Your job is to love me, spoil me, and give me anything I want.}" Euphy smiled smugly.
"{There's not kitchen big enough to fill that stomach of yours.}" Harry said, as Euphy scoffed at him.
The entire Slytherin table could only see the two twins making faces and seemingly talking to each other by simply staring at one another without even speaking a word. However, it was clear that the Slytherins were reserved in their opinion of the twins.
"So, the Potter twins are in Slytherin," a boy with blond hair remarked, his gaze shifting between the two siblings, who in turn exchanged a brief glance with him. "I imagine your parents would be quite disappointed had they been alive."
The twins exchanged glances, swiftly realising that the Slytherin house would relish attempting to manipulate or exploit them. Moreover, it was evident to them that the blond boy was seeking to elicit a response. However, they were not easily provoked; they had become adept at disregarding such remarks. Yet, they were not about to remain silent when someone insinuated what their parents might have believed.
"Our parents would've been proud of us, regardless of the house," Harry replied in a soft yet calm manner. "{We should let them know, we are not to be played.}"
"{Using a show of force to intimidate? I thought you wanted us to take a defensive approach. To keep our capabilities hidden and wait for the right moment.}" Euphy replied, meeting her brother's gaze as he nodded in agreement.
"{True, but I believe you understand the Pureblood's inclination to value power and bloodline above all else. It is crucial for us to demonstrate our abilities and, if possible, seek alliances with those who can support us. Otherwise, we need to assess our potential adversaries and their capabilities.}"
"{Play their game and excel at it? I understand. We need to gather a group of allies and leverage our family's lineage and titles. I believe Ainz could be a valuable asset for that.}" Euphy suggested, while Harry grinned knowingly, already aware of his sister's intentions.
"Ainz, my dear, would you like something to eat?" Everyone on the Slytherin's table froze the moment Euphy began to speak to the snake.
"Let me bring something," Harry whispered, causing the entire table to freeze in anticipation. From his hand emerged a dark cloud, and within it, an undead rat appeared to crawl out. Ainz hissed with delight as he slithered out from beneath Euphy's clothes. The snake happily began to devour the rat, filling the hall with a hushed silence as everyone watched in awe.
"N-Necromancy! That was actual Necromancy! Did you witness it?!" a student whispered in shock and fear. The forbidden magic they had just witnessed was not only Dark Magic but also incredibly rare, since few were born with the talent to learn it. The entire table fell silent, with some filled with fear and others with curiosity.
"Yes. They would be proud of us. But that's beside the point. What would you think?" Harry asked now, as he wasn't really asking the blond-haired boy, but the entire table.
At the teacher's table, Dumbledore's face twisted in pure horror as he witnessed Harry practising magic that was not only forbidden but also inherently dark. Or at least, that's how Dumbledore perceived it. What troubled him even more was the fact that they were both Parseltongue speakers. This made him fear what might have occurred during their time with Petunia, if they were capable of wielding such sinister magic.
On the other hand, Voldemort, who was currently inhabiting the back of Quirrell's head, was utterly astonished by what he witnessed and felt. It was an embodiment of Dark Magic in its purest form. He had never imagined encountering another wizard with such an extraordinary talent. Yet, there it was, right before their eyes. Voldemort's mind wandered back to that fateful night, unwilling to accept that he was defeated by a so-called Mudblood. No, upon reflection, he concluded that Lily Potter must have employed some sort of powerful tool to halt him. It was the only explanation that made any sense to him.
Lily Potter was not a stranger to Dark Magic; Voldemort was sure of it. But now, it all began to make sense.
Voldemort's smile twisted as he could not help but wonder if those two twins could perhaps serve him in the future. It would be, truly, a great asset to him. Only time will tell.
However, to the dismay of Voldemort and Dumbledore, the twins had their own aspirations and objectives. They were determined never to be subservient to anyone or fall victim to manipulation. Quite the contrary, they were committed to confronting every obstacle head-on and emerging victorious beyond any doubt. As the guild-masters of Ainz Ooal Gown and the leaders of the Great Tomb of Nazarick, they were determined to demonstrate their prowess to all.
The Wizarding World would not stop them.
Author's Note!
- Hello, so this is the Demon, or Teaser, of the story with Galadriel and Ainz acting as twins. As you can see, I wanted to make their dynamic cute, adorable, and loving without making it incestual or weird. I just wanted to make sure that there would be no weirdness in showing affection between them in a manner that would make sense since their trauma made them rely solely on each other. They are comfortable with each other because they truly love each other and protect each other. I wanted to make it normal to show love between siblings.
Also becuase, both would love their womans. Ainz having his way with older women, and Galadriel with some women who can dominate. Take your pick.
-I also wanted to change the plot; if I chose this, I would change some things. I wanted to make Dumbledore, not their enemy, or make a bashing story, just an antagonist to the twins because he would try to act in their best interest. Also, having Voldemort try to get both twins under his wing could be fun to see.
-I am not sure, what else, I could change, but I think, I would like you guys to tell me, if there was something you didn't like, or something you would like to see, or add something more to this story, if choosen, of course.
-Now, the next stories, is going to be one, where Galadriel is Voldemort and Bellatrix daugther. I don't know if I should call her Delphini, something, or having her a new name. But that would be a fun story. Also, one where Galadriel is Voldemort, that could be a fun crack story. Neverthless, I'll write maybe three mores stories, so please, tell me what you think, down below!
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