- Daemon Charles Potter : 7 years old, born July 31, 1993 12:01 am.

1st Child of Prophecy = mark is a teardrop outline over left eye

Aura = red, orange, warm yellow, gold, hints of white and pale blue- looks like liquid fire

Has Creature Speech- starts as Parcletongue

Weapon of choice: 1. Staff/ stave/ wand (?)

- Harrison (Harry) James Potter : 7 years old, born July 31, 1993 12:07 am.

2nd Child of Prophecy = mark is a lightning bolt over right eye

Aura = white, purple, electric blue, silver, hints of red and electric yellow- looks like lightning

Has Creature Speech- starts as Parcletongue

Weapon of choice: 1. Staff/ stave/ wand (?)

+A/N: "blah" normal speech / 'blah' thoughts / "ss blah ss" parcletongue / "blah" magic/ power filled speech / "blah" spells/ curses/ charms/ hexes / "cc blah cc" creature speech / 'blah' telepathic speech / -blah letters or writing

++Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or anything to do with it. I DO own my original characters and such things.

Chapter: 1

Dudley Dursley never got anything much. He was barely paid attention to by his parents, but when he gained it they were strict. Even though his parents didn't care all that much, he was healthy, in shape, kindhearted and was very intelligent. Today was July 31, his 7th birthday and what a day it would be.

"Dudley," called his mother "come into the living room, now!"

Dudley walked into the living room and was shocked to see another child in the room. The other boy had long, untidy, raven colored hair, shorter and thinner than what was considered healthy, and was so pale it seemed he has never seen sunlight (which was true but Dudley didn't know that at the time). The child kept his head down so Dudley couldn't see his face. He sat stack still as if afraid to even twitch. His mother speaks demanding his attention with her shrill voice.

"Now Dudley, I recently got a letter from the people my sister dealt with, about whom and what you are." she points to the offending item on the coffee table.

Dudley takes the course parchment, confused. 'Whom, what I am? Huh? The people my aunt dealt with?' He looks at the other boy in the room wondering what his presence meant. As he reads who the letter is addressed to, though, his eyes grow wide.

-Dear Mr. Daemon C. Potter,

On the 2nd of August at precisely midnight, the glamour charms that your parents, James and Lily Potter, placed on you will unravel and you will revert to your true form. Your twin brother, Harrison J. Potter will be going through the same process as you.

We would like you and Harrison to come to Gringotts as soon as you can to make sure that all of the charm is dispersed. We have included a portkey if you don't have any other safe way to get to Gringotts. The portkey will activate on August 1st at 7:30 am.

May your enemies ever fall at your feet,

Flintsnarl

Potter Account Manager

Gringotts

(A/N: I shall be calling Dudley, Daemon, from now on)

"What?" Daemon turns to his mother and asks the one question he knows she can't answer. "Why? Why keep this from me?"

Petunia chokes on the words as they try to escape her mouth. She tries a few more times with the same results as the first. After an awkward 5 minutes pass she finally speaks.

"Dud…" she cuts off at his betrayed glare. "D-d-daemon" she stutters out then swallows thickly. "T-This is H-h-harry." she whispers the name as she points to the other boy sitting on the couch across from her.

The other boy, Harry, finally moves. He looks up at Daemon with wide eyes. The first thing Daemon notices about Harry's eyes is that they are the deepest emerald color he has ever had the chance to see. The second is that they can't seem to focus, meaning he'll need glasses.

Daemon moves slowly over to Harry sort of treating him like a scared animal. He sits next to Harry not touching him yet. Daemon sees that Harry is trembling slightly. He speaks softly and soothingly to Harry. "Hello, Harry." he pauses as Harry flinches. He turns a murderous glare at Petunia, who winces away from the look. He turns back to Harry and says softly but firmly. "Harry, I promise you I will try my best to not harm you, for as long as you're my brother." he stops thinking of the correct wording "So mote it be." A white light encases Daemon, then Harry signifying the vow.

Harry looked amazed, comforted, and slight confused at Daemon's words and the light. He speaks, his voice unused and quite. "Thank you…brother." Harry had hesitated before uttering the last word and cringed, waiting to be hit, reprimanded or yelled at.

Daemon's heart ached at the sight of his brother cringing and said "Harry, I won't yell at you, nor will I hurt you. I may yell at others, frustrated or for hurting you or our friends, but never at you, I promise. So shall it be." Again light encased them, only this time white with yellow swirls.

(A/N: I don't know if I want to rewrite the part about the vows or not)

The day continued with Daemon comforting Harry, encouraging him to ask questions, look around, talk, and accept Daemons touches, soothing words, and act semi-normal for a child, all the while glaring furiously at Petunia. Lunch came and Daemon got Harry to eat at least something, even if it was only a small sandwich. Daemon showed Harry his room witch was fairly bare, with only a bed, a study desk with a chair, a small bookcase and a closet. The bed was made, the desk organized and chair pushed in, the bookcase filled partly, and the closet closed. Daemon directed Harry to sit next to him on the bed.

"So, Harry, what do you want to do?" he says softly.

Harry, who was looking around the room, looked sharply at Daemon. Tentatively, he said "Can I read one of your books?"

"Yes, Harry. You can read any of my books. I'll even read with you."

And so they read this dinner time, occasionally talk quietly to the other.

A knock sounded on the door signaling dinner. Harry looked up, startled at the sudden sound. Daemon said "Come on, dinner's ready." He lead Harry into the dinning room. The first thing he sees is his father, Vernon. The next is his reaction to seeing Harry.

"What is the freak doing out of its cupboard?" he was rapidly turning a purple, puce color. Daemon notices immediately Harry's flinch at the word freak.

"STOP! Stop it, now!" Daemon almost shouts but reigns in his temper for Harry's sake. Vernon is so surprised that Daemon almost shouted at him, he looks at Daemon, shocked.

"Harry is my brother! And he will be treated as a human being! At least until we leave tomorrow. Ok? Be at least civil for dinner because that is all you're going to see him!" He turns away from Vernon to Harry. "It's ok, Harry. Come in and eat." He had quieted his voice and was soothing when he spoke to Harry. Harry comes in hesitantly and sits next to Daemon. Vernon is still shocked by the time Daemon has coasted Harry to eat more than a bite of a roll. When the shock finally wears off Vernon reddens in anger then he grunts and starts to eat. Dinner passed silently other than the soft scrape of fork against plate. Harry finishes first then Daemon and they retreat from the room.

Harry had headed to the small door under the stairs, until Daemon touched his shoulder. Harry looks up, surprised. Daemon shakes his head. "Come on. You're sleeping in my room." He leads Harry back into his room. He turns to Harry. "I think my clothes won't be too big on you. Maybe a size or two." He heads to his closet and pulls out 2 pairs of pajamas. He hands Harry one pair.

"Change for bed, Harry. I'll be in the bathroom, then you can go." He leaves and while he's gone, he ponders the letter. It sat on his desk with what must be the portkey the letter mentioned, whatever that was. The 'portkey' was a silver and gold chain with a pendant of what looks like a panther with wings and another creature Daemon didn't recognized reared up at each other. It looks similar to a dog or wolf yet also cat-ish and it too has wings. An eagle like bird was perched on an unknown tree behind and above the other two animals. Daemon enters finding Harry dressed and tired looking.

"Come, we'll need to get some sleep. Tomorrow is going to be a very hectic day, I feel it. Not on the floor, Harry. Get in the bed and sleep." Harry climbed into bed and promptly fell asleep as soon as his head hit the pillows. Daemon smiled softly at the sight. 'My brother, wow. I have a twin brother.' He has a smile on his face as he drifts asleep.

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Harry wakes first confused at his surroundings for a moment. Then he remembers the day before. He jumps out of bed and over to the letter. '7:30 the portkey will activate.' He looks around for a clock he had seen yesterday. 'Its 6:38 now, so there is still time to get ready.' He turns to see Daemon still sleeping, surprisingly after he, literately, jumped out of bed. He bit his lip. 'Do I wake… Daemon, do I? I think I will, just to be on the safe side.'

He gently shakes Daemon. "Daemon, wake up." Daemon mumbles something but sleeps on. Harry bit his lip again. 'Do I do it? I hope he isn't mad at me for doing this.'

He moves so that if Daemon bolts up he wouldn't get hit. Then he says in a loud voice, "Daemon, its 7:21! If you don't get up now, the portkey will activate, leaving you here!" That did the trick. Daemon bolted up, jumped out of bed, runs to his closet, and is pulling clothes out before he realizes Harry is laughing his head off.

"What?" he asks annoyed, before he sees the time. 6:41. Then he, too, is laughing. "That was…" he laughs some more. "That was hilarious! Nice one, Harry. We actually have time to pack now!" He says excitedly. Then sobers a little. "Harry, do you have anything you want to take with us, because there's a possibility we aren't coming back."

Harry nods slowly. "It's in Petunia and Vernon's room but we should be able to get it. It's a trunk, stuffed at the back of the closet on the floor, it has the letters of 'LE' on the lid." He blushes in embarrassment. "I-I found it there when I was a bit younger, when I could actually be out of the cupboard for longer periods of time."

Daemon smiles gently at Harry. "Ok. We can go get the trunk now and see if we can use it to store some things. But first lets get dressed." He went back to searching for clothes at a more sedate pace than before and hands Harry some clothes. "Get dressed and then we raid the adults' room!" Harry smiles at Daemons' enthusiasm. They dress and head to the master bedroom. They can hear Vernon's snores and Petunia's wheezy breathing from behind the closed door. Daemon quietly opens the door and the sound is amplified by 2. The room was a mess so no worries of moving something in this pigsty.

They enter the room and head to the only closet in the room. The closet door was slightly ajar from the clothes that were hanging from the top of the door. The trunk was buried under clothes but they managed to remove it from the closet with little trouble. It was surprisingly light, so they guessed it was either empty or pretty close to it.

Once in Daemon's room, they open the trunk only to gasp. On top of a stack of book and clothes was a picture and a letter. They gape because of just what the picture does. It moved. In it is a woman with coppery red hair and kind green eyes. The same woman they often saw in their nightmares, along with manic laughter and a flash of green light (they don't know they share the nightmare, yet).The woman waves at them, then another person enters the photo. It's a raven haired man with hazel eyes and glasses. There's a mischievous glint but otherwise happy light in the man's eyes. The man waves as well and hugs the woman. Then it resets and begins again. They flat out stare at the photo for a while, then shift the clothes, books, letter and picture to one corner and stuff Daemons' books, clothes and some knickknacks into the space made. Amazingly, the trunk accommodates everything. The lid is shut and the time checked. 7:09.

Harry picks the letter and the pendent up and sits on the trunk. "I wonder what a portkey is." Harry muses aloud. Daemon shrugs. "I think we need to hold on to it when it activates, however that happens." Harry seems to then realize that he has a brother and breaks down. Daemon, alarmed, tries to comfort him but he cries harder. Daemon settles for just holding Harry waiting for him to calm down enough to explain.

And at 7:17, he does. "I have a brother, a family." Harry whispers. He looks up at Daemon from his position in Daemon's embrace. "Thank you, Daemon, for wanting to be my family." Daemon whispers back just as softly. "Thank you, Harry, for accepting me as your family." Unknown to either child, they laminated with a happy yellow, briefly. The chain in Harry's hands warms up in a warning. Harry looks to the clock on Daemon's nightstand, 7:25. "Five more minutes." They waited in silence and fidgeted some. The chain warmed again at 2 minutes to go. Harry and Daemon sat on the trunk, the pendent touching the wood, and the chain firmly in their hands. The clock turned 7:30 and the portkey activated, whisking them away to Gringotts.

Once they arrived, they fell backwards off the truck, dizzy from the portkey travel. They were transported into a medium sized room that was well lit and made of gray and blueish stone with a single dark wooden door. The door opened and a woman entered. "Welcome to Gringotts, the Wizarding Bank."