Full Summary

What if James and Lily were alive? What if Tom Riddle was the good guy? What if Dumbledore was evil? What if Harry wasn't an only child and had an older sibling and a younger sibling? What if Hermione was his twin? What if they were both kidnapped as one year olds and placed with Muggles by Dumbledore? What if James and Lily despaired at never finding their children again and went into hiding in France with their other children? What if Harry and Hermione were found in Diagon Alley shopping for their first year? How will this story unfold?

Rating: T

Disclaimer: I am not JKR therefore I do not own Harry Potter in any way whatsoever. That right belongs to JKR alone. I only own the plot and any OC's that come into existence throughout this story.

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Chapter 1

Harry sat quietly at the table of his parent's house, force-feeding himself the disgusting scraps of porridge that his mother had made for him. His parent's weren't really his parents though and he knew this by looking into the mirror. His parents were tanned with sandy brown hair and hazel eyes. His mother had a long nose and a wart on the end of it, eyes too big for her thin face and thin lips above her pointy features. In fact his father looked much the same however he was a rather large man while his mother was quite thin. His brother looked a lot like his parents but Harry looked nothing like any of them. Harry had black messy hair and emerald eyes. He was rather pale and looked underfed while his brother looked much like his father in the weight department.

"BOY! I'M TAKING MITCHEL AND MY WIFE OUT! THERE'S A LIST OF CHORES ON THE FRIDGE FOR YOU TO DO BY THE TIME WE GET HOME! IF THEY AREN'T THEN YOU'LL BE IN BIG TROUBLE!" The loud voice of his father came from near the front door. Harry sighed and shoved the last bit of porridge into his mouth and swallowed reflexively before answering.

"Yes, sir!" Harry replied, not yelling but speaking loud enough for his father to hear him. He knew they'd be gone for hours, they usually were. His parents never called him by his name, only 'Boy'. In fact Harry had a completely different surname to his family. His surname was Potter while his family's names were Mr Reginald Boyd, Mrs Lisa Boyd and their son Mitchel Boyd.

The Boyd family was quite proud to say they were completely normal. Nothing strange happened to them until the day they found a black haired baby on their doorstep with a letter addressed to the baby and nothing else. Mrs Boyd had originally taken pity on the poor wee babe until he started growing up and strange things started happening. The child had been given a cot bed down in their basement and that is where little Harry grew up.

It was much the same for another child. This child was the twin of Harry but neither of them knew that that was what the empty feeling in their hearts was. This child was a little girl named Hermione Potter. She received the same treatment as Harry from the normal Muggle family, The Grangers. Mr John Granger and Mrs Wendy Granger had their own daughter, Yvette Granger. The Grangers were all thin, tanned with auburn hair while Hermione had long black hair, emerald eyes and pale skin. Yvette was a spoiled child who got whatever she wanted no matter the cost while little Hermione, like Harry, was treated as a slave. Any spare time that Hermione had after she had done her chores was used up reading what books she could find. Yvette looked like her parents while Hermione looked completely different. One day though, both these children's lives changed forever.

Harry and Hermione got their Hogwarts letters.