Twins are a magical thing.

That's not to say that they are the byproducts of magic, nor that they are not, but that there are many things that revolve around twins that cannot be easily determined through magical nor non-magical means. In many cases of twins, the two siblings involved often share a bond that cannot be broke through simple means.

But that is in most cases, not all. Such a statement is contradicted by the twin scions of the most ancient and noble house of Potter, Harry and Charlie. Neither actually was named Harry or Charlie but they are shorter versions of their full names that is much easier to say for the young twins than Charlus II and Hadrian.

In the case of Harry though, he prefers the more regal sounding name of Hadrian, a name with a stronger structure and more firm sounding character behind it. The young man himself was actually quite thin and meek-looking.

He was not sickly nor was he malnourished but he was noticeably scrawny and lanky for his age. He still had a healthy amount of baby-fat on his face and was not going to break a bone from merely falling, but he was still thin enough to almost entirely throw off any correlation one might make between him and his larger brother.

And in the same manner that Harry is not malnourished, Charlie is not overweight. His brother was a more acceptable weight for his age and could easily fill the role that the public sees him as; the Vanquisher of the Dark and the Boy-Who-Lived.

Despite the two being twins they were not identical they were fraternal. That is not to say that they do not look similar, they are after all family. This was never more obvious than it was now, at the beginning of of their shared eleventh birthday party whilst posing for a picture shoulder-to-shoulder with their parents standing behind them.

Harry was to his brother's right with his mother behind him with a hand on his right shoulder and his father with a hand on Charlie's left shoulder. All four had professional smiles on their faces that would make a politician envious and yet only one of them was entirely fake.

A series of white flashes came across the fronts of the noble family that lasted for a decent amount of time that bordered on rude before they all died off and the family separated from one another. While both James and Lily stayed near Charlie to make sure that their son was not attacked by reporters, Harry slipped away like snow in spring.

The dark-haired boy weaved through the crowd with his mind focused on one thing, escaping his own backyard birthday party and slipping back into his family's manor. He was almost there when strong arms had picked him up by the pits and were dangling him in the air as though we here a sack of leaves in Autumn.

"And where do you think you're going hm?" A somewhat scratchy voice broke through the thrum of a noise the party made behind them, amusement lining his words as he very well knew what the boy was doing.

The boy in question had been rather alarmed at first but was now trying to scowl fiercely but only managing to give off a petulant pout as the arms twisted around to hold him from the front, revealing the holder to be his godfather Sirius Black.

The man returned the boy's pout with a made-up face of irritation of his own. The two held their faces for a few seconds longer before Harry's lips twitched into a small smile behind his mask which made the material wrinkle. The man gave a bark of a laugh before setting him back down on his feet.

"You do know that it looks kinda bad for your parents if you aren't seen at your own birthday party?" The man's voice was chastising but not as much as it would be if he actually thought Harry did not know this already. The Potter heir simply gave the man a look as though he were an idiot.

"I already posed for pictures and I am still going to be there for cutting cake and opening presents. Besides, all the attention is on Charlie anyway, me going to go read will not be the thing that people notice uncle." The boy spoke as though he were informing the man of obvious facts.

"I don't know, I think there are a few who would notice." Harry raised a single questioning eyebrow that on an adult would have looked quite patronizing but for him it looked as though he were trying to do something he had seen someone else do.

"If someone-" the boy was cut off before he had even really begun by someone picking him up once again but in a manner more magical than the last as gravity was defied and the boy was floated a solid three feet into the air before he twisted himself around to stare at the one who had levitated him.

The man was not an attractive sight and would have made most children flinch in disgust or fear and yet Harry simply beamed at the man.

"Mister Moody." The child had greeted him cordially despite his more animated response to the grizzled man than to his own godfather.

"Kid. If I knew you were going to slip off I would've put a bloody tracking charm on that infernal thing. I shouldn't've been able to sneak up on ya like that. Remember kid, CONSTANT VIGILENCE!" The man spoke gruffly and his voice was like if you gave sandpaper a Scottish accent but the boy was not deterred in his smile but it did turn slightly more bashful as he became more aware of the magical artifact on his finger.

"Alastor I would think you would be better able to monitor your language in front of one so young." A wizened voice followed Moody's rough one with a smoothness attained from years of politics and age as an elderly man walked into view from behind Moody with a kind smile and a twinkle in his eyes that could outshine most stars.

The ex-auror grumbled whilst setting down the youngest of the four, his wand not in sight. The boy's happiness did dim but only because he had honed it into a more political smirk that seemed oddly at home on is face.

"Are you here to give me the beginning of your end Headmaster?" The boy asked with dancing eyes while Sirius and Moody shared confused looks and Albus Dumbledore only seemed to grow even more amused at the blatant threat.

"I am indeed, though I fear I won't be giving you my seat too soon, I would like to think one with such skill as yours would wish for a more suitable career than simply sitting behind a desk like poor old me; it's quite bad for ones back young Hadrian."

"If I'm so skilled then I should be doing what you are doing since you are the most powerful wizard alive." The boy remarked with a continued curling of his lips as they became a borderline malicious smirk. The aged wizard simply gave a musical chuckle as he withdrew a letter from his robes and handed it to Harry.

"I wish you luck in your endeavors Harry, I look forward to watching you in my halls." Both simply continued staring at one another before Dumbledore broke the moment by winking playfully, knowing it would aggravate the young man.

Harry scowled at the man before huffing and darting past the three men and into the house.

"He wants to be headmaster of a school he has never even set foot in?" The silence was broken by the only lord of the three as they all stopped looking at the open doorway Harry had disappeared through.

"Young Hadrian seems quite adamant in his belief that since I am the both the headmaster of Hogwarts and reputed to be the most powerful wizard alive that they must be mutually exclusive of one another." He spoke with no small amount of amusement. The balding auror next to him huffed as he pounded his staff against the grassy ground beneath him.

"Skilled kid is still a kid, I don't see him being headmaster anytime soon."

"The fact you do not call him a brat tells me he's more special than you want to admit." Sirius pointed out as the man turned his one natural eye to the animagus with a flat look.

"I do hope that young Hadrian maintains that ambition of his throughout his school years, it will take him far if he allows it to." The oldest of the trio spoke as they all turned contemplative in their thoughts.

"I'm sure that I don't have to say this," Lily spoke softly as she checked over both of them to make sure their appearance was immaculate but knew not to touch Harry's face or hair. "But neither of you are going to go down knockturn alley are you?" She asked as both shook their heads in the negative.

"No mum."

"No mother."

She nodded satisfied before standing up properly whilst staring down at them with a stern eye that turned soft as she hugged them both tight.

"I expect that neither of you are going to try and run off on your own?" She asked, her gaze flickering to Harry before focusing back on Charlie.

"No mum."

"No mother."

His father's invisibility cloak felt significantly heavier underneath his shirt.

"Alrighty let's get this show on the road!" James broke into the conversation by grabbing Charlie and being gone in a loud crack in the short span of a second. A sigh broke the still calm of the room as his mother placed a gentle hand in his own clothed one before they were also gone in a crack.

Harry fought down the nausea the experience gave him as he swayed on his feet slightly, his mother helping him stay standing for a moment before they had walked forward and joined the rest of the family.

Harry would never admit that his mother letting go of him so she could go stand right beside Charlie hurt.

They soon had made it into the Leaky Cauldron where many patrons and customers either smiled or chipperly greeted the Potter family with exuberance and cheer that seemed to follow Charlie. A few moments of well-wishers and hand shakes saw the family stepping through the brick wall and into the infamous alley of wizarding Britain.

There were many families with a similar purpose as them while hordes of children moved up and down the alley while they spoke in excited tones as they prepared themselves for a new year of schooling.

Before Harry had realized it he was alone in the mouth of the alley as the brick wall returned to its previous shape behind him. His eyes naturally drifted to the nearby shop of quiditch supplies and could not help the roll of his eyes as he saw tresses of red disappear into the doorway as the crowd parted for the young celebrity and his parents.

Harry started down the alley with an idle eye as he passed the many shops and stores but with no real interest in his gaze. He sped up the cobble road and was soon walking up the ornate steps of Gringotts as he checked over his appearance despite knowing it was immaculate.

He smoothed imaginary wrinkles on his black slacks and equally dark dress shirt, a white dress tie laid down it with a emerald clip holding it flush to his front. A long blue robe was laid over his shirt with his father's invisibility cloak kept in a somewhat large pocket in its folds.

He took satisfaction in the noises his black dragon hide dress shoes made along the ground with a moke skin interior to stretch to accommodate his feet as they grow, one of his favorite gifts from the previous day.

The comforting feel of his black surgeons mask against mouth assured him of his facial features whilst the smooth white cloth gloves over his hands brought him a similar comfort and sense of control.

The bank was surprisingly empty but he assumed it was because most were more attracted to the shops than the actual bank which provided them their money. Most would probably keep money on their person for extended periods of time instead of simply getting an exact amount every time they went out.

"I wish to enter my vault, vault number six-hundred and eighty-seven." His voice was more high pitched than he wished it was but he was eleven he was not going to have a voice that was smooth for at least a few years.

"Name?" The goblin drawled from behind his gargantuan desk that Harry could not see him over. Harry almost huffed in annoyance as he went through this every time he came. Perhaps it was a way of the goblins getting back at them for reducing them to simple bankers instead of the fierce warriors they used to be.

"Hadrian Potter, Heir Presumptive to House Potter." He drawled, his voice as bland as the goblin teller's as he spoke the well rehearsed line.

"And do you have your key Heir Potter?" The goblin questioned, the faint sound of scratching telling Harry he had yet to look from his ledger. Harry withdrew it from his slack pocket and rose it to just above the desk for the goblin to see it.

"Yes."

"Come with me Heir Potter." A nasally high pitched voice intoned from his right as he walked around the teller's desk to see a relatively young goblin who was already hobbling towards the mine shaft and Harry kept pace easily with his much longer legs.

The goblin pulled a lever and a mine cart slid from down the track and skidded to a stop before them, the goblin hopping in the front without hesitation while Harry curled his lip at the rusty mine cart that seemed as though it had been in service for several centuries and more than likely had.

Harry did not want to think about the amount of people who have sat in it today let alone across the span of it's lifetime. He reached into the pocket of his robe and slid his hand past the smooth invisibility cloak and pinched a slightly more rough cloth that he then unfurled from his robe and placed it over the rusty seats.

His actions drew a growl from the goblin that he pretended to not hear as he pointedly stepped over the lip of the minecart and sat on the table cloth he had spread out and crossed both his hands and legs to make sure to touch nothing while the goblin muttered things in his native language that were more than likely insults and curses.

They were soon racing down the track and Harry frowned with a distaste not many eleven year olds could duplicate as they went under the waterfall and if it were not the drying charms on him and the cloth he would have gone feral but having a charms mistress mother had perks.

He stepped over the lip of the cart with ease without coming into contact with cart other than the bottoms of his shoes. He stepped past the goblin who glared fiercely at the young Potter who simply ignored the look. He slid his key into the vault and twisted watching as the vault doors slid apart to reveal piles upon piles of neatly stacked gold.

He withdrew a small mokeskin pouch from his right slack pocket and placed several dozen golden galleons inside it before he sealed the pouch and grabbed another ten before slipping the still seemingly empty pouch into his robe pocket on his left breast while placing the ten loose coins into his right slack pocket.

He left the vault and withdrew his key, watching the vault shut with a deep pound from the sheer weight of the massive gate.

Harry stared at the woman with a raised brow as she stared at him with a kind if not slightly confused smile. He could feel the exasperated looks of his mother and father but did not pay them any mind and he pointedly ignored the eye roll of his brother.

"I know my measurements this is not necessary." He spoke stubbornly as the woman seemed to have a war inside herself.

"What if your measurements have changed in the time since you last got them? You would not want to go to school with unfitting robes would you?" Madam Malkin questioned him as his nostril twitched beneath his mask but the mask covered such movement.

"They haven't changed in four days madam. I am sure you can do with these measurements." He enunciated this with a slight shake of the hand holding the scroll of parchment that held all of his clothing measurements as well as head size.

The woman took them slowly and Harry pulled his hand back quickly but not to the point of insulting. He stepped back from the woman and her young charges as he walked to where his parents stood, both looked quite exasperated but it was an accepted part of their lives.

He settled slightly behind and away from his mother while his father stood on the other side of her, a tired smirk on his face. "And to think, we haven't even gotten to Ollivanders yet." The man said with a dry chuckle as his mother groaned and put a hand to her forehead.

Warning bells went off in his head as he stared at the two. "What is wrong with the wand maker? Is he sick?" He asked in curiosity and mild caution as James barked out a laugh in a similar manner to Sirius.

"You could say that." He was soon slapped on the arm by his wife but it was a token gesture at best.

"You will see Harry." She spoke mysteriously and Harry couldn't help but be somewhat wary of this wand maker. Charlie stepped up next to them and Harry took a reflexive step back to get a comfortable distance between them as he stared at his twin blandly.

"C'mon Hare even you can't take the fun out of getting our wands." The boy declared as though he were speaking to a dog who had tracked in mud. Harry had a blank stare which cause his twin to shake his head as they started heading out of the robe store.

It was a quick march to Ollivanders and Harry was already not wanting to go in, the single room shop seemed worn down and looked as though the wood had not been polished in the time it has been owned.

An elderly man stepped out from the rows and rows of wand cases and smiled at them but it seemed strained on his leathery wrinkled face. "I was wondering when I would have you two boys walk through my door."

His gaze flickered to the adults behind them while his eyes lit in remembrance. "Miss Lily Potter, ten and a quarter inch, dragon heartstring and willow, very swishy."

"Right in one Mr. Ollivander." She said softly, her face showing no signs of surprise at the man's knowledge.

"And the Mister James Potter, eleven inch with unicorn hair, mahogany wood, quite pliable in the right situation."

Harry turned in surprise to his father who smiled in the same manner his mother had. "That is an amazing memory Mr. Ollivander." The boy admitted in slight awe and his brother was in a similar state of astonishment.

"I remember every wand I've ever made Mr. Potter."

"Is that true for spells as well?" The young heir questioned, his tone alive with curiosity and his eyes keen as he stared at the man in speculation.

The older wizard just smiled in a knowing manner but his eyes danced with mirth. "I believe you are here for things other than just knowledge though if I am not mistaken."

Harry's eyes dimmed at the change of topics but he nonetheless complied as his brother burst forth, excitement radiating through his body as he practically slammed into the counter of the shop.

"We're here for our wands!" The boy informed as the elder owner of the shop smiled whilst the parents had similar smiles and Harry rolled his eyes at his brothers action but said nothing.

"Well since you are so eager then you can go first." The man declared as Charlie managed to smile even brighter as the man retreated to the rows of cases and seemed to draw one at random and opened it before presenting the wand inside to Charlie who grabbed it without hesitation and stared at the wand maker in confusion, something Harry mirrored.

"Well? Give it a swish and flick!" Charlie hurried to comply with the man and made a tight circular gesture with the wand and flicked it at a wall that suddenly gained a cut in its wallpaper. Harry's eyebrow rose at the sight of such casual damage before his other eyebrow joined it as he watched Ollivander take back the wand and get his brother a different one, muttering under his breath as he did so.

"How many people have touched that wand Mr. Ollivander?" The boy asked as the elderly wand maker turned to him in slight surprise to the question.

"Throughout the years I would say quite a few." The man tapered off his sentence in a questioning tone as Harry spun on his heel and stared at his father who sighed and nodded which caused Harry to nod in turn before turning around.

"Hare over there is a germophobe, at least that is the word he uses, I think its a bunch of dragon dung." The boy answered Mr. Ollivanders silent question who raised an eyebrow in curiosity.

"It is a real thing!" Harry practically hissed as both James and Lily heaved silent sighs.

"I am afraid I have never heard such a word in all my time, what does it mean?" The elderly man questioned as Charlie rolled his eyes and Harry simply narrowed his own at Charlie ever so slightly.

"It means that I have a fear of germs and anything that is disgusting and vile just as all of you should as well but I am the only sane one." Charlie rolled his eyes at his brothers words but his parents looked somewhat fearful.

"Ah, well you have nothing to fear Mister Potter, there is cleansing charms within the cases for each wand." Harry gave an exhale of relief and nodded as he started looking at the many things around them.

The subject died at those words and the next half hour was spent cycling through destructive wand after destructive wand and then the wand maker brought a box that even he seemed apprehensive about giving the young scion of house Potter.

Charlie took it and instantly the room darkened slightly if only to better showcase the light that seemed to surround Charlie in an aura of power that seemed to thrum in the room while red and gold sparks flew from the tip of the holly wand.

"Curious, very curious." The man murmured but he might as well have talked normally since the sound was cast throughout the room.

"What's curious sir?" Charlie asked as Ollivander seemed to break from his deep thoughts and flickered his eyes to Charlie and then back to the wand.

"It is curious Mister Potter, that you would get that wand when it's brother gave you that scar." The man seemed to lose himself in thought for a few moments as the room wad plunged into quiet at the mention of the Dark Lord.

The man seemed to snap out of his reverie a few moments later and turned to Harry with a thin smile. "I think we have another wand to choose do we not?" The man asked rhetorically as Charlie walked away in a trance while staring down at his new wand while both parents placed hands on his shoulders in order to comfort him.

Ollivander presented him with a wand that he took and flicked but it just made a groaning noise so he returned it to the silk sheet as Ollivander shook his head and muttered before returning to the rows of wands.

The wands continued in a similar manner for the next few minutes but not nearly as long as his brothers own trial of wands. The wand maker presented him with a wand that he just felt was right and when he picked it up no light came and neither did it dim but there was a chill that went through the room that all five felt but would deny if asked.

"Thirteen inches, hungarian horntail heartstring made of yew, very snappy when flicked." The man spoke softly as Harry held it with a smile.

"No dramatic story?" The teen asked as the old wand maker made a humming chuckle in the back of his throat at the dry humor.

"No I'm afraid not, I could come up with one if you'd like, I've been told I am quite dramatic." The man said mysteriously while waggling his fingers which drew a laugh from the three and an unseen smile from Harry.

"Where am I supposed to keep this?" The heir asked as Ollivander smiled knowingly.

"Most your age simply carry it in their pocket but you can buy a holster for your arm if you would like." The man spoke while raising a leather holster which made Harry's eyes light up.

"I want one too!" Charlie exclaimed while bounding up to the counter. Ollivander smiled thinly and placed the two holsters on the counter.

"That'll be eighteen galleons." Harry was slightly surprised at the relatively low cost considering a wand was practically a source of a wizards power. He stared at the wand holster in distaste before pinching it between his gloved fingers and holding it for his mother who withdrew her wand with a sigh.

"Scourgify" A sparkle shimmered in the light while heading for the wand and a slightly yellow light encompassed the leather before she put away her wand and Harry started strapping it to his left arm so he could draw it with his right.

"I hope that is the last time I have to cast that spell for you." She spoke in exasperation as the teen huffed slightly beneath his mask.

"I intend to know that spell before I go to sleep." He spoke dryly, following his father's movements while watching the man strap it to his brother's arm.

"We are going to go get his trunk next and then go look for an owl." Harry's nostril twitched at the words but she wouldn't see it beneath the mask.

"I have that trunk the headmaster got me two years ago and I would detest having a flying rat to look after. If it is all the same to you mother I'd rather go to Flourrish and Blotts and do any extra shopping for books I might need." Lily raised a brow at him in suspicion.

"Do you have money?" He withdrew the ten bare galleons from his pocket as the woman eased herself. "That should be just enough for your school books. Very well, but if we get there and you are not there I will know." She threatened only half joking as the boy nodded. She gave him a soft smile before walking yo Charlie and his father.

As Harry walked through Knockturn Alley under his father's cloak he almost became fearful at the variety of characters he saw but it was mostly just anxiety that raged through him and invoked a slight amount of fear while his heart pounded as he tried to not touch anyone. He finally saw what he was looking for, a book shop that he noticed was called Borgin and Burkes.

He opened the door and walked through, flinching at the chime and instead tried to be as quiet as possible while shuffling towards the bookcase on the side wall while staring at the man who stared at the door in confusion before he cast a spell with a wide sweep.

Harry's heart leapt into his throat as he was afraid he'd been caught but the spell seemed to do nothing as the man grumbled and settled back in his chair behind the counter.

Harry exhaled as quietly as he could as the fear passed from his body like a wave as he started inspecting the many book titles.

He did not spend long perusing titles before he had walked out, clutching the two books tightly as he briskly walked through and out the door of Borgin and Burkes before making his way down and out meticulously avoiding people as he went.

A wide smile crinkled the edges of his mask as he glanced down at the two books he held.

The Sanctuary of One's Mind

Binding and Minding Rituals

Harry had managed to wrap the books in the cloak and shift them into the creased pocket of his robe and buy all of his school books before the rest of his family got to Flourish and Blotts.

He was not at all surprised to see the Nimbus two-thousand leaning against his brother's new trunk that seemed quite expensive but still not as much as Harry's own. He was, however, slightly surprised at the stark white barn owl.

It was not the fact his brother had gotten the bird that surprised him but the beauty of it had caught him slightly off guard but the beauty of the bird that had caught his attention.

His nose still crinkled at the site of the bird droppings at the bottom of the cage despite the beauty of the bird.

"Doesn't she look great?" His brother asked while he walked towards the bookshelf Harry stood by which held two of the necessary books for their first year requirements.

"It still carries enough disease to wipe out a civilization." Harry remarked dryly, causing Charlie to snort while he grabbed the books needed.

"Her name's Hedwig Hare,"

"Fine, Hedwig carries enough disease to wipe out a civilization, happy?" The dark haired teen turned to see his bespectacled brother rolling his eyes before heading to the front desk to order his books.

Harry contemplated his future at Hogwarts while he had a staring contest with the white bird that blinked lazily at him. His gaze slowly trailed down to the stack of books sitting on the chair beside him.

"Mother?" The heterochromatic youth asked to seemingly nothing but knew that his mother stood not far from him. The questioning hum answered his speculations. "I've already read most of these in my spare time, could I buy some books for personal interests?"

"Books on what?" The woman questioned warily as Harry gave the red-haired woman a stale gaze.

"A book on necromancy." He said blankly but his mother simply gave him a tired look as he huffed under his mask. "Just some advanced charms books and maybe a book on hexes or something like that." The boy finished off lazily with a shrug.

"As long as you show me them before buying them I don't see a problem with it." She said after a stiff pause and the young heir turned quickly and was already starting off. "Three at most!" She ordered as he nodded but did not stop walking.

He combed over the covers of several books before clucking his tongue in distaste as he walked around to the next row of books but stopped upon encountering another person before he resumed his combing.

"Heiress Greengrass." He remarked whilst looking at the same books that she was standing in front of but he himself was on the other side of the path so he could have a more broad view.

She stilled at the voice before she resumed her movements while combing over the book spines with her fingers.

"Heir Potter. I presume your family is here with you?" She questioned softly while looking for a specific book.

"Yes, looking for the Boy who Lived?" She scoffed slightly in reply as Harry laughed softly at her response. "Looking for something?" He asked while grabbing a book a few feet above her crouched form on hexes and minor curses.

"A book."

"There's that sharp tongue. I did not hear nor see it yesterday."

"You should have seen my father though, he said you were quite dashing and made sure to mention that you were going to become a very powerful and influential wizard." The bitterness and distaste was obvious in her tone as Harry's nostril twitched beneath his mask.

"He does know that neither my mother nor father would ever go for a marriage contract right?" Harry remarked dryly as he held the single book behind his back while combing the rest of the books.

"My father does not get told 'no' easily Heir Potter." She remarked while standing with a grace that Harry could not easily replicate while she smoothed her skirt and turned to the books Harry stood in front.

Harry's eyes flickered to her face and noticed that her sharp azure eyes were staring at him and a single thin eyebrow quirked as she saw him look at her.

"Still afraid of disease I see."

"Still afraid of a loveless marriage I see." The two maintained their eye contact as emerald met sapphire for a few tense seconds before she broke into melodious giggles while Harry gave his own laugh as the otherwise empty aisle became filled with the noise.

"If you don't get sorted into Slytherin I'll eat my hat." She remarked with a still wistful smile on her face. Neither child was aware of the single eye watching them through a gap in the books from the next aisle over.

"I could be a hufflepuff, I am quite the team player so I've been told." He remarked dryly as the girl rolled her eyes in exasperation. "Looking for hexes and dark arts?" He asked rhetorically while she continued to comb the book spines.

"The darkest." An understanding hum was his answer to that as he reached just past her to grab a book that he saw that interested him, it joining his first. "That was quite close to me, are you getting over your aversion of humans? Or is it just me?"

He blinked blankly at the girl despite the slightly red hue creeping up from the edges of his mask. "You spend too much time with Tracey." He remarked quickly as he looked around them at the books while trying to ignore the flush on his own cheeks.

"She is my best friend, we tend to spend time together." She replied sarcastically while her eyes lit up and she finally grabbed a book from the shelf that was eye level with her.

"The base of Intent? That's surprising." A swish of golden blonde hair and he was met with sharp blue eyes that seemed to want to make him burn.

"Not all of us have an ancient library that we spend our days wasting away in." She replied while tucking the book against her front with surprising ease since it seemed to be a rather large tome.

While they were both the same age she still had to look up slightly due to him being abnormally tall for their age and he stood a solid three inches taller than her.

"So rude, that book won't get you ahead of me as I'm sure you know." His tone was arrogant and it only made his smirk behind his mask grow while her eyes became slits.

Her hand snapped out and grabbed him by the tie and shoved him down to her eye level while his eyes widened slightly in surprise but he did not try to move away as she glared at him.

"You are going to be so mad when I dominate you in class." She declared scathingly with her lips pressed into a thin line.

"My uncle would be disappointed in me if I didn't say that sounds kinky." She flushed pink all the way to her ears as she shoved him away while a choked laugh sounded from behind her as they turned to see Harry's brother and father standing there.

She managed to flush even more as she bowed her head slightly.

"Lord Potter," she whipped around to glare at Harry with a burning passion that was slightly dimmed by the rosy flush on her face. "This isn't over." She hissed at him.

"You're right, we both have to checkout our books." Mirth danced in his eyes as her teeth gnashed violently in her mouth before stomping off while Harry fell into step with her aggravated steps and his longer and more calm pace matched her own with ease.

Daphne almost slammed right into her best friend if she hadn't stopped just in time as Tracey looked at her in confusion to the girl's flushed and aggravated look before her mouth opened in an understanding 'oh' as she saw Harry exit the same aisle.

"Hey Harry," the girl greeted as she stepped around Daphne and got very close to the black haired boy which made him stop in his tracks as he looked at her.

"Hello Tracey." He greeted with a lot less enthusiasm and pep that seemed to surround the brown haired girl in an aura.

"Why don't you come and help me look for my potions book." The girl offered while Daphne stomped away to the counter and Harry rolled his eyes in amusement but nonetheless turned heel and fell into step with the cute brunette.

"So what's up?" The girl asked as Harry's lips twitched into a smile beneath his mask at her constant lack of etiquette and more laidback attitude.

"Not too much, I am just trying to prepare myself for the next year while thinking about how I am going to live surrounded by people who are constantly trying to spread germs and shake my hand." He spoke as though it pained him greatly.

"At least your mom put those cool charms on your gloves!" She pointed out as he glanced down at the white gloves that protected his hands.

"The mask too," he idly remarked as the brown-haired girl nodded before turning on a dime to give him a beaming smile.

"I already got my books, I just did those so Daph could escape your evil clutches." She patted his arm which drew a narrowed eye from him and an eye roll from her. "See ya Harry!" She called over her shoulder before disappearing around the corner of the aisle.

He saw the honey blonde hair appear in the window outside of the shop and she gave him a victorious smirk as Tracey skipped up to her and gave him a big exuberant wave before the two walked out of sight.

"You've got it so bad." Harry became very aware of the soft smile that crinkled his mask as he turned to see his father standing there.

"For the last time she's just a friend." He said with a huff while the oldest Potter waggled his eyebrows.

"For now." The man replied with a knowing smile as Harry shook his head in faux annoyance while a flush crept up his neck. "Meh you've got seven years to come to terms with it. Let's get going and get home 'cuz I'm sure you're dying to learn some cleansing spells."

"I'm sure I don't need to explain this to you, but if I get a letter from Minerva or Albus about you getting into copious amounts of trouble I will not hesitate to send a howler for you to open at breakfast Charlus Potter!" The woman warned the indignant young man.

"What about him!" He asked with a voice crack while forking a thumb at Harry who raised a single brow at his brother.

"Because I don't have a sense of Gryffindor idiocy." The boy said dryly as his mother gave Harry a shrewd look.

"Hey! We Gryffindor's are quite proud of our idiocy thank you very much!" James barked out in a mixture of offense and pride as Harry rolled his eyes.

"Harry's wording could use some work but I would sooner believe Dumbledore took up knitting than think Harry is going to be caught doing something he shouldn't." She said to the offended boy who lived. "Besides, if Harry does find himself in trouble I believe in Severus' manner of dealing with him."

She pointedly ignored James' muttering of 'Snivellus' as she ruffled Charlie's hair which made him attempt to smooth it back down despite it's constant state of unruliness.

"I've already told Filius to check on the charms placed on your mask Harry. If I dont get a letter from both of you within two days you both get a howler, am I understood?" She questioned with a stern look and while Harry stiffened at the words of charms but both nodded nonetheless. "Am I understood?"

"Yes mum."

"Yes mother."

A train whistle blew through the platform they stood on as the two shuffled. While the both of them had their trunks shrunk and in their pocket, Charlie held the cage in which his bird sat in.

"Okay," she wrapped Charlie in a tight hug before letting him go and wrapping Harry in his own hug that was more careful but nonetheless warm. "Good luck, I am sure that you will both be in opposite houses but I still expect you two to remain as brothers." She stepped back as James placed a hand on each boy's right shoulder.

"I'm sure you both already know but I never told my old man everything and I don't expect you guys to tell me everything but I would hope that you let me know the big stuff." He said with a kind smile as both boys gave a nod.

He patted their shoulders and gave them a light shove and they then disappeared in the throng of people and that was how the journey of the two boys of prophecy began.