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Chapter 4: Twins' Cross
Hagrid had been a spectacle and an immensely bizarre being to be able to understand, but the knowledge of Harry's magical ancestry was incredible, if not mind-boggling. Harry still couldn't grasp the concept of his "uniqueness" as he arrived to the enchanted lane of Diagon Alley to purchase all of his school needs. Stores filled with copper, brass, and golden cauldrons, whimsical herbs, mushrooms, and organic materials for concocting potions, parchment rolls, quills, bottles of ink; people in photographs THAT MOVED INSIDE THEIR FRAMES. The whole endeavor was overwhelming that Harry felt a dreadful headache brewing inside his scruffy-haired head.
On top of all these new, unreal concepts came the discovery of Harry's fortune! He inherited the wealth of his deceased parents, and neither the Dursley's nor Harry ever knew of what was left behind for him! However, Harry would give all the galleons, sickles, and kenauts in his bank account and the world to have his parents back; even for a day…deprivation of parental love, affection, and pride of one's offspring really struck a core for Harry growing up with the Dursleys.
On his way to be measured for his robes at Madame Malkin's, Harry encountered a familiar face: "Harry!"
"Kaoru! What are you doing here? Are you a wizard too?"
"Apparently! I got the letter last week and my mother brought me here to gather all the things I need for school! It's most exciting, isn't it?" Kaoru exclaimed overjoyed knowing that Harry would be joining him in this new world and new education.
"Yah, it really is."
"I wonder what all of our classmates will think of us now, since we are going to school for magic!" Kaoru commented in elation.
"What are you squealing about?" a blonde-haired boy with blue eyes clipped monotonously coming around a removable Shoji screen with a pinned up robe billowing around him.
"Oh, Harry! This is Draco Malfoy. I met him here while trying on my robes. Madame Malkin was just finishing up the stitching on my robes; that's when I met Draco while I was waiting," Kaoru said a little hurriedly and then turning to Draco, "And Draco, this is Harry. He has been my best friend and neighbor since we were very young."
"Harry Potter," Draco drawled raising his eyebrows and blinking, "I figured that we would meet someday since we are of the same age."
"Pleased to meet you," Harry said rather embarrassed. He was still getting used to the fact that he was famous in the Wizarding world; as if it wasn't hard enough knowing that you were no longer a "muggle" and could actually make glass vanish to an anaconda tank releasing a monstrous viper into the public.
"Look do you see that big oaf standing outside the window? He's way too big to come into any of these shops. Where does he think he is? Romania? Giant country?" Malfoy sneered, "My father tells me that this ogre is the Hogwarts Gamekeeper. He had been expelled from school for a terrible crime, but Dumbledore fancies him; so he keeps him around. Apparently, if you've got it in with Dumbledore, you can get away with anything."
"Hagrid is a great man. Don't talk about him like that," Harry snapped suddenly.
"Well, well," Draco said surprised, "If that's how it is, I think I best go find my robes elsewhere."
He disrobed throwing the stitched and pinned garments to the floor and storming out with a bewildered, blonde-haired woman; perhaps his mother. Kaoru shifted his weight from one foot to the other and cast his gaze down.
"You can't possibly like that guy as a friend?" Harry said curtly.
"No, not really," Kaoru said sadly and then he looked up with a smile, "You're the only true friend I've ever had, and I'm glad we're going to be in school together."
"Me too."
"You know, I was having the hardest time coming up with an excuse to tell you as to why I wouldn't be going back to school with you this upcoming September. This makes me so happy to know that I won't have to, and that I won't be alone in a foreign environment that I'm just getting acquainted to!"
"I couldn't have said it better myself," Harry smiled giving Kaoru a one-armed hug.
After getting both sets of their robes, the two friends departed Madame Malkin's with Hagrid and a jovial Mrs. Figg each enjoying a large ice-cream cone.
The last stop for the day for both Harry and Kaoru was at Ollivander's to obtain the most identifying symbol of magic and wizardry: the wand. Mr. Ollivander was a queer man, slightly balding with stray, scraggly grey hairs on his head and ragged robes; he had a peculiar twitch in his right eye.
Upon their entrance, Ollivander spoke: "Ah, I knew this day would come soon. I've long dreamt of meeting the famous master of death and the blood of the magically divine. Harry James Potter, Kaoru Amelie Evangelion, Lords of a new age, welcome."
Harry and Kaoru looked at each other out, but shrugged it off; it definitely wasn't the weirdest thing that they had heard or seen that day.
"Thank you," Kaoru stammered, "We are here to pick up our wands for the first year at Hogwarts. What do you recommend, Mr. Ollivander?"
"Ah! My lord, the wand chooses the wizard! Thus! We must get started," Ollivander said pointing towards the ceiling and then disappeared behind the narrow, precarious shelves of poorly labeled boxes. He reappeared minutes later with a large stack of these boxes and started with Harry.
The first two wands were duds not performing anything special; no matter how much concentration or "wooing" Harry performed on these wands as instructed by Ollivander, they remained inanimate sticks of wood. By the third wand, Harry was beginning to feel discouraged and silly, but shockingly, he felt something stir inside of him and a bunch of sparks exploded from the tip of this wand.
"Well! It seems this wand has selected you! Mr. Potter…how very strange…very strange indeed."
"I'm sorry sir, but what's so strange?"
"Well, there was another wand like this one, very similar, made of a feather from the same phoenix that produced the feather in your wand…he was a powerful wizard."
"Who was it?" Kaoru asked.
"Why, Tom Marvolo Riddle, better known as He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named. Very peculiar…" Ollivander said dreamily.
Harry's headache really began to grow at this knowledge, and he could feel the hairs on the back of his head prickle. A distant cackle and scream wafted into his memory very briefly before Ollivander continued with: "And for you, my Lord, I do not know where to start…"
"Should I just try out a bunch like Harry?" Kaoru asked a little nervous about the procurement of his wand.
"Well, I do not know what I should give—ah! Yes! I just remembered!" Ollivander announced snapping his fingers.
He opened the drawer of his desk and pulled out a long wand made of elm wood, about 13 inches.
"This is the one," Ollivander surmised, "it is made of elm from the wood of the north; the wood of old."
Kaoru tried it out but couldn't get sparks to come from the tip like Harry's had; feeling disheartened, he turned to Ollivander distraughtly, but then the boxes began to lift up off the table and from the shelves as well. The air was filled with unclaimed wands and open boxes, and they began to revolve around Kaoru. Everyone held their breath in amazement.
"That, your majesty, is your wand." Ollivander commented with a wink.
Kaoru snapped out his daze and the boxes and wands all fell with a messy clatter.
"I'm sorry!"
"No worries, my Lord," Ollivander smiled flicking his own wand from his breast pocket cleaning the entire mess and situating all the boxes back into their haphazard orientation on the shelves.
Kaoru shivered and holding onto his wand tightly as though it might just start soaring like the others had been as the two friends and their guardians departed the shabby shop laden with goods for their new school year. Harry couldn't help but smile at his smaller friend; he seemed so concerned and worrisome over something. Harry wondered what Kaoru was feeling…Kaoru had proved to be surprising in the past…was he hiding something from Harry? Harry didn't know.
They reached the leaky cauldron where Hagrid departed wishing them the best of luck with their new school year and that he would see them at Hogwarts. Mrs. Figg escorted Harry and Kaoru back to Privat Drive where the Dursley's begrudgingly accepted Harry back into their household. Harry didn't mind; in a matter of weeks, he would be gone from the Dursley's for an entire school year. Nothing in the world sounded anymore delightful than the thought of being separated from the Dursleys geographically by miles; Harry was able to sleep soundly all the way up to the day that brought him to King's Cross for the first time in his life.
Hikaru was for the first time in a long time happy. He was finally going to Hogwarts with his older cousins and with Ron, another first year like himself. It was quite comical to see how insanely jealous Ginny was to be the youngest having to wait another year before she could receive her acceptance letter. She nagged and pulled on Aunt Molly's rain coat sleeve all the way to the station begging to be able to ride the Hogwarts Express with her older siblings and cousin. Molly told her once nicely "No, dear", but she chose to ignore her daughter's persistence as Ginny continued to beg.
"But Mum!" Ginny pleaded, "I'll come back on the return train from Hogsmeade! I promise!"
"And be gone for over 8 hours? I don't think so. Really Ginny, you're being unreasonable. You'll just have to wait another year like Ron and Hikaru had to last year," Aunt Molly said stone like, "And I don't want to hear another word of it!"
"It's alright Ginny," Fred sympathized, "Look on the bright side, the school has decided against instituting a height requirement for all first-years."
"Yah," George jeered, "You wouldn't have been accepted next year if they had. You should be grateful!"
"That's not funny!" Ginny burst tears streaking down her cheeks as she flushed red.
"Oh you two! Leave your sister alone!" Aunt Molly chided, "It's bad enough as it is that she's persisting on traveling with you, and you lot adding insult to injury. Really! You should know better!"
"Really, mother?" Fred countered, "You should know us better!"
Mrs. Weasley had a right mind to blow up at her set of twins, but she missed the opportunity as they laughed running straight into the column between platforms nine and ten. As she tried to recollect herself, Hikaru and Ron spotted two other boys their age with trolleys packed with trunks, bags, and a caged owl and a caged cat.
"Uhm, excuse me," a boy with scruffy black hair and glasses with a snowy white owl asked timidly, "Are you going to platform nine and three-quarters?"
Both the boy with the glasses and his apparent friend (who was strawberry-blonde and shorter than his friend with a pet black and white kitten) seemed quite distressed.
"Oh you poor dears! Are you first years as well?" Mrs. Weasley exasperated in dismay.
"We are, ma'am," Kaoru said shyly.
"Well, you can go before Ron and Hikaru, they're first year's like yourselves; it's quite simple really. You just walk right into the post between platform's nine and ten. If you're nervous, better go at a jogging pace," Mrs. Weasley instructed, "Now! Off you go!"
Kaoru looked at Harry a little worriedly, but Harry just nodded quickly. They ran together straight into the post like the twins had done with their eyes shut and breaths held. When they exhaled and opened their eyes, they found themselves on Platform Nine and Three Quarters with a black and red, shining steam engine train whistling and whining at the platform labeled "the Hogwarts' Express". They beamed at each other, allowed some attendants to take their belongings onto the train, and they went to go find a free compartment for themselves to sit in and wait for departure.
Hikaru's heart was thundering loudly. He could barely breathe, let alone think. He thought the strawberry-blonde boy with the kitten looked awfully similar to himself. He felt like he was just seeing things, but it would make sense! His twin is the same age as himself; therefore, he should be a first year at Hogwarts like him and Ron. His palms were perspiring as he shakily said good bye to his Aunt and Ginny. He followed Ron on to the train all the while his eyes were avidly searching, scanning desperately for a glimpse of the boy with the baby kitten.
"Seems like all the compartments are taken," Ron commented after a while as the train started to move and they were reaching the last car, "Might as well find a compartment to share with someone else. Are you alright?"
Hikaru didn't answer as he just shrugged, his eyes frantically scavenging the crowded train compartments. Towards the last car of the train, Hikaru slid open a door to find the scruffy black-haired, taped-glasses boy and his strawberry blonde friend with the owl and the kitten. Hikaru had cotton mouth; he couldn't formulate a sentence. For once in his life, he was thankful for Ron's presence.
"Hey! Do you mind if my cousin and I share your compartment? We've been searching for space, but every where's full! My name is Ron and this is Hikaru," Ron asked cordially.
"Sure, I'm Harry and this is my best friend, Kaoru. It's a pleasure to meet you. Thanks for the tip earlier on how to get to the station! We come from muggle families and we were completely lost," Harry responded moving over to let Ron sit next to him.
"Hold up! Your name's what?" Ron spluttered looking at Kaoru disbelievingly.
"I'm-," Kaoru started looking up at Hikaru but stopped. His brow furrowed in confusion keeping his gaze fixated on Hikaru as he pulled Mittens, the little kitten, into his lap making room for the auburn-haired boy. Hikaru had his stare locked on Kaoru as he sat next to strawberry-blonde. Harry kept glancing back and forth between the two amber-eyed boys a little dazed.
Kaoru curiously stretched out his hand gingerly running it through Hikaru's hair and then cupping the side of his cheek. It looked as though he was checking to make sure that Hikaru wasn't some sort of mirage…that he was real. Hikaru's shoulders were shaking and his eyes were watering.
"Kaoru," he breathed, "I've finally found you."
"Are you two related?" Harry asked bluntly thoroughly confused at Kaoru's behavior.
Baffled, Kaoru was pulled into Hikaru's arms into an iron-clad hug. Harry felt a fire building inside his gut. He hated being ignored…just who was this Hikaru guy anyways?
"I'm sorry I wasn't there for you," Hikaru continued, "my little brother…my twin…Kaoru."
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