4 years later…

It wasn't fair for us, really. Our short life has been filled with barely masked contempt and prejudice. My other half doesn't notice. For that, I am both grateful and frustrated. He has become so used to the loathing we receive he can't see it, leaving his mind and soul still pure. But I can see it. I know this shouldn't be the way relatives treat each other, and when I ask him to help stand up for ourselves, he retreats. This makes me wonder, if I wasn't part of us, would he be stronger? Would he be able do the things that I have always helped him with? But the point is moot, he and I are together, soul mates for life, bound to aid the other whenever possible. He is the spirit, and I am his shadow.

We have been living life, and I have found it spectacularly boring. We cook breakfast, go to an idiotic school filled with airhead teachers, go home, do chores, then go to sleep in the cupboard. To relieve the boredom, I have often found myself wandering our mind looking for hidden answers about our past and how our two spirits reside in the same body. Another way to assuage the monotony is to run, and we love running. And something about dashing along the sidewalks seems…familiar. But right now, we are stuck walking with our fat oaf of a cousin.

"Oy! Freak! You had better not do better'n me today at school! I'll hurt ya next time you do!" Dudley said. A monkey could do better than him, I think. My other half giggles at this. 'Well, I guess we're running home today. Right, Shadow?' Harry asks. Indeed, it isn't like the whale doesn't need exercise. We continue talking silently as we keep going down to the school. But on the corners of our mind, I feel something. Something I couldn't place, something from our past. "Dudley, I think we should hurry up." We say. Dudley snorts at this. "Yeah right, freak. You just want another chance to run." No, it's because we could be in peril. The feeling grows stronger, it's coming for us. 'I'm not scared, Shadow. Let's face whatever this is.' Harry thinks. My worries are slightly relieved. Whatever it is, we'll be ready. It gets stronger in our mind, it must be getting closer. Then it reaches us, but neither of us sees anything. 'Shadow! It's above us!' We look up and see a small blue thing crash into us. Quite anticlimactic.

"ChaoChao!" It says. It looks incredibly worried and tugging us, trying to get it to follow into the woods not far from here. We follow it, and it was lucky we did. We watched from afar as a robed figure, the actual peril, drew out a stick of some sort. It shot a beam of light toward the Dursley's car, blowing it up and causing the rest of the house to explode with it. 'Our aunt and uncle were inside,' Harry thought. 'Yes, they were,' I reply. 'Who would do this? How could they do that?' I was stumped as well, I had no idea how that person was able to conjure up that beam, or was able to destroy that car. But Harry's thoughts were on his relatives. Even though they loathed us and did everything they could to prove it, he would never wish this kind of thing on them. He was saddened at the loss of human life. But it didn't bother me at all, and that disturbed me. What happened in my life before this one?

We look to the blue and floating creature that led us here. It still was tugging at us, still trying to take us somewhere. 'We should go with it,' Harry's voice surprised me. It was confident and assured. Like he too had burned in Number 4 and had been reborn like the phoenix. He smiled to me. 'You said yourself our life was boring, it's time we left it behind and seek a new one.' I look at him with our green eyes. 'Call it déjà vu, a past life, or whatever, but this thing reminds me of something from our pasts… And if there's a chance to figure out how we met, then we should go for it.' I smirk at his words. Like I do when we would be racing the clock, or outsmarted the teacher, or when I prepare to battle that faker. '…' Wait a second, where did that last one come from? Oh well, I'll save that for later. 'Okay, let's go.'

Dr. Robotnik. That name used to inspire fear. Fear that the planet could one day be under the control of one man. But that fear would usually disappear when the name Sonic The Hedgehog was used soon after. 'Dr. Eggman' was the name that hedgehog gave him in order to show the world the joke, the humor in his attempts to take over the world. As if to presume that he, Dr. Robotnik, would play as the Earth's jester! But, alas, those days were behind him. Though he hated Sonic with a fierce passion, he had a certain respect for the hedgehog, and always would cherish the memories he had of fighting him.

Eggman seemed to be reminiscing a lot usually, retired from villainy and quite rich from his robot construction, he had little else to do, save work on a new robot or research a mystery. But one of his favorite mysteries was Shadow The Hedgehog. Did he survive that fall from ARK? A few years ago it seemed like that, but that Hedgehog was merely a cheap clone, which had all the abilities of the original, but only a fraction of the life-expectancy. It died within a year. Even though his research on the anatomy of Shadow showed that his body wasn't capable of surviving from that kind of fall, Shadow had that same 'live fast, die never' attitude that Sonic possessed. It was physically impossible for Shadow to have survived that, but Dr. Eggman wouldn't be surprised in the least if Shadow came in through his front door asking what his next plan was.

Harry and Shadow had been running faster and further than they ever had before in their four years of life, but instead of growing tired, every step seemed to energize them and the adrenaline was been pumping hard. Then, after an hour of running, the Chao stopped. 'What is this place, Shadow?' Harry asked, mystified at the huge ruins that they were looking at. The chao, satisfied it had done its job, smiled and disappeared. They could not help but feel drawn toward the Mayan-looking structure that lay before them. Harry thought, 'It's so…' '…familiar' Shadow finished. They climbed up its aged stairs in a daze. When they reached the top, Shadow gasped. At the top of the ruins, in the very center, was a floating crystal, probably bigger than the size of their fist. Slowly now, they approached the crystal and reach out for it.

No longer able to deal with the pressure, Harry and Shadow pull back their hand a swiped it. Power surged though them, a few old memories returned, and a new life lay ahead of them. Shadow tried to piece together the bits of memories, 'I remember it now… a gold hedgehog, with red eyes… those same eyes at our parents' death… our parents didn't die in a car crash! They were murdered by Sonic The Hedgehog…' Harry was shocked, but that shock was replaced by an emotion Harry had never felt before, rage. In unison, they said, "James and Lily Potter, you must have protected my life at the cost of your lives. Sonic The Hedgehog, I promise you… REVENGE!"

"CHAOS CONTROL!"

A.N.- Well, our hero now has a chaos emerald, and that same old desire for revenge, it was bound to happen. But I beg of you all, I need help! Please R/R!