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Chapter 1

Harry watched the train platform as children said goodbye to their parents. The magical train and people were just as bright and colorful as Diagon Alley had been, but one group gained Harry's attention the most. Even the people in the crowd were casting surreptitious looks to the group of five. Some of the smaller children were pointing.

A young looking woman with red hair and green eyes was holding a squirming ten year old girl in her arms. Three men stood behind the mother and child. The one in the middle with long black hair was being held up by the other two as he let out a dramatic wail that rose above the crowds noise. A young boy, who Harry passed on his way onto the train, shrieked in glee at the groups show.

From his empty compartment Harry watched the man with brown hair and wrinkled face, who was holding the wailing man's left side, use his free hand to smack the sobbing man over the head. The other man holding the sobbing adult looked like an older version of himself. Harry jumped up and pressed his face against the train's window. In front of the three men was a boy about Harry's age with messy black hair.

The small boy turned Harry's way and it was like looking into a distorted mirror. Harry was skeletally thin, had broken round glasses, and wore clothes that were eight sizes too big. The boy was slim, had expensive square glasses, and fashionable clothes that fit. But beyond that they were identical.

Harry was beyond confused. He had never seen any of those people in his life and yet the boy could be his twin. The one time Harry had asked his Aunt about his parents she had said that they had abandoned him as a baby on their doorstep because they couldn't take care of him. Harry had assumed that it was because they didn't have money, but the family in front of him didn't seem to be lacking anything in the financial department. It had to be a trick of the light that made the boy look like a mirror image.

Harry sat with a book in his hands, looking at the page, but not reading. The train had started moving hours ago, but Harry couldn't read while thinking about the boy. If that had been his "good for nothing bums" of parents, why had they left him and not his older brother? During the long month between visiting Diagon Alley and finally being let out of the cupboard by his Aunt for his first day at Hogwarts, Harry had dreamed of using magic to find his poor parents. He had dreamed of saving them from poverty with his magic and had spent every moment he could reading his school books. And all for what? I had to be a trick of the light and his real parents were still out there wishing they could get Harry back.

The compartment door slid open and a young girl entered without asking permission. She was already in her school robes so when she put her hands on her hips waiting for Harry to stop daydreaming, she looked almost as bat like as the Hogwarts professor he'd met. Her head looked like it was being eaten by a fuzzy brown monster.

"Have you seen a toad?" She asked as she looked around.

"No, why?"

"Neville," she gestured to just outside the compartment where a slightly chubby boy tried to make himself as small as possible, "seems to have misplaced his."

"Hello," Neville said as he shuffled his feet further inside the compartment.

"Hello, I'm Harry, and I haven't seen a toad and I doubt you'll find it in this crowd."

Harry flipped through his history book to look at the pictures of goblins again. Harry had never been comfortable talking to people.

"Yes, it is rather crowded. All the other compartments seem to be full, or unwilling to share," said Hermione.

Harry smiled at the two. He knew what it was like to not be included. His cousin Dudley's bullying insured he never had friends in school. He also knew that company would help to break the spell his mirror image had on him.

"You're welcome to stay," Harry said "we can ask a teacher about your frog afterwards if nobody has seen it by the time the sorting feast is over."

"Toad," said Hermione as she sat down across from Harry and Neville to the seat next to him, "so what house do you think you'll be in?"

"Not sure," said Harry becoming uncomfortable with how little he knew about this new world. Beyond the name Hogwarts and the idea that he would be taught magic, his school books were not very helpful in filling in the gaps of his knowledge, "I don't think I know enough about them to say."

"Well, I think I would do well in Ravenclaw, but I am hoping to get into Gryffindor since I've heard it is the best."

"All of my family has been in Gryffindor," said Neville, "but I'm not much for bravery and heroics. Probably end up in Hufflepuff."

"You're parents were wizards?" asked Hermione "how interesting. I am a muggleborn so it was a surprise to get my letter."

"Me too," said Harry, "my aunt and uncle tried to hide my letters when I first started getting them, but finally had to give up when a teacher came to the house to help me get my school stuff."

"How awful," said Hermione, "a teacher came over to my house as well. Professor Sprout was her name. I believe that she teaches Herbology and is the Hufflepuff Head of House. She's very kind Neville, if you do end in that house."

"You're lucky," said Harry, "I had a Professor Snape, that was about all I got out of the man that wasn't an order. I don't even know what he teaches."

Harry went back to looking at the pictures of goblin rebellions when Hermione started to question Neville about the spells he knew. There was one picture in particular that Harry kept coming back to of a goblin in leather armor holding what must have been a goblin baby. The caption read "In 1976 the Ministry of Magic ordered the Goblin nation to stop breeding until their numbers became manageable again in 1984. Illegal offspring were eliminated when found. Pictured: Goblin Rebel Heeketrok".

The train began to slow down and it had gotten dark outside without Harry noticing. Hermione left the boys to get changed in their school robes and to see if anyone had found Trevor the Toad. While Neville took off his shirt to put on his robe, Harry turned away from the boy even though he just through his robe on over his cousins hand-me-downs. Neville noticed, but was kind enough to not say anything.

"First years! First years over here."

Stepping out of the train, Harry saw a man too large to be possible. He had a long black beard and the hair on his head was equally long and tangled. The little of the giant man's face that showed was lined with laugh lines and tanned by long hours in the sun.

"Hey there David!" the large man waved down at Harry, "looking a bit thin, eh? Go on now. First Years!"

Hermione and Neville looked towards Harry, but Harry had no answers for them. Following the glowing lamp over the giants head, Harry was soon lead to a large lake were ten old wooden boats waited for them. Harry and his new friends stepped into a boat and were soon joined by a very skinny black boy. The new boy seemed to have a stick shoved up his ass, he sat so straight.

"Blaize Zambini," the boy said without prompting. "I'm hopping for Ravenclaw or Slytherin, yourselves?"

"Hermione Granger, and I would like to be in Gryffindor, but Ravenclaw is a close second."

"Neville Longbottom, and I'm hoping for Gryffindor."

"I'm in a boat full of Gryffindors, just peachy." Blaize rolled his eyes, "I don't see why you would want to go into the house that consistently has the worse OWL's and NEWT's scores. Not to mention they haven't won the house or Quidditch cup in years."

"Truly?" Asked Hermione, "that hasn't been in any of the books I have read about Hogwarts."

"No? They just published an article about it in Sands of Time Monthly." Blaize gave the girl a skeptical look.

"Oh," Hermione looked surprised, "I haven't heard of that magazine, is it popular?"

"Muggleborn?" Blaize asked. "And yes, it is the most popular magazine among educated adults in the wizarding world."

Hermione looked to be taking a mental note to get a subscription, but all talk was ended at the first sight of Hogwarts. Harry had been too involved in the conversation to notice that the boats had started to move on their own. The castle was beautiful. It reached up to the sky with it's four uneven towers. Lights could be seen in random windows. A castle this size could fit far more children than were on the train. At least he was guaranteed hiding places, Harry thought.

"I don't think I'll care what house I'm in, so long as get to stay in this castle." Harry said with a small smile on his lips.

"Potter, David" Professor McGonagall spoke said in a clear voice.

The whispers started before the boy could comprehend that his name had been called.

Harry was in a state beyond shock. His mirror image had the same last name as him. Harry had never considered the possibility that the boy who was a head taller than him could be his twin, but now it seemed to be the only explanation.

Then why was he, Harry, at the Dursley's if his twin was able to live with his parents. Their parents. Harry's parents were alive and well, very well from what little glimpse he got of them. Harry refused to comprehend what must be true.

"Gryffindor," the hat shouted to the silent hall. A sudden burst of sound came from the table farthest from the wall. A pair of twins with red hair were singing in triumph, and everyone at the table tried to shake David's hand as he sat next to Neville.

Hermione was talking excitedly to her fellow Ravenclaws as they all looked at the newest Gryffindor. Neville was busy blushing as the David sat next to him. Harry tried to remember the way back to the boats, the hall was distracted enough by David Potter that he could sneak away. Maybe he could find a place to hide right now.

"Potter, Harry" and the hall went silent.