Two Marvelous…

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of the recognizable characters, though I wish I did. They are all property of J.K. Rowling and her business associates, except for the characters I invented.

Chapter 1: 2.8.98

Harry was sitting on the couch, looking at the envelopes in front of him and thinking of how he happened to come there.

He spent a few days at Hogwarts, helping McGonagall restore the school and prepare for the funerals. He then participated in each and every funeral for the fallen, feeling it was his duty to those who gave their lives for him to win. He then joined the Weasleys, who tried very hard to make him feel welcome, despite mourning Fred.

Yet he didn't feel he belonged there anymore. His relations with Ginny became awkward. She was trying to act as if they were still lovers, but he couldn't pretend that nothing had changed during their year apart. They both changed. Harry had gone from a school boy to a clandestine runaway, a leader and a war hero. Ginny had turned into a beautiful and confident young woman and had gone through quite a lot at school, during the Carrows' reign there. None of them was the same person they had been before.

When Hermione left to fetch her parents – alone, as she had insisted – Harry decided to move to Grimmauld Place. Kreacher – now fiercely loyal to Harry – did a marvelous job at renovating the old house and making it a place where Harry could spend his time leisurely, chat with some friends, read some books or simply relax.

He was preparing for visiting the Burrow for his eighteenth birthday when the owl with the Gringotts crest brought him a letter: "We have been informed that there is another inheritance for you. It is a muggle one and could not be brought to your attention before you came of age, which means reaching eighteen in the muggle world. You are kindly requested to fix a meeting with the attorney who is handling this case, whose business card is attached. We are also glad to wish you luck, happiness and prosperity for your birthday."

Harry took the business card. He found a nearby phone booth and contacted the attorney, fixing a meeting for the next day, before apparating to the Burrow and forgetting about it for the day.

He met the attorney the next day, learning about a nice sum of money waiting for him in a muggle bank and receiving the key to a house – both inherited from his Evans grandparents. "We have bought the house on 4, Privet drive for Petunia, so we are leaving our house for Lilly and her children."

It took him a few days to come to terms with this. His grandparents had died in a mysterious car crash while his parents were already in hiding. His parents couldn't attend the funeral, which didn't help the relations with his aunt. They never had a chance to learn about this inheritance, having been murdered only a few months later.

Eventually, he decided to check that house – the house where his mother and her sister had spent their childhood. He used muggle transportation to get there. The taxi brought him in front of a small house, quite similar to the ones on Privet Drive, which was surrounded by a medium-height hedge and had a well kept lawn and garden. Harry was almost sure it was a mistake, that either it was the wrong address or somebody was already living in that house. Yet the gate sported the name "Evans".

There were three envelopes on the coffee table. One was addressed to "Mr. Harry Potter", another had just "Harry Potter" scribbled on it, yet the third… It was just "to Harry", but the handwriting was one he had known for years, one that had usually meant a list of chores for him, yet one that was the closest person he had for ten years. He couldn't help but open it first.

"Dear Harry,

Yes, I know you have never heard me say these words, although I was aching to say them. You know how Vernon is – he would have kicked us both out of his house had I shown any sympathy towards you, and besides – Professor Dumbledore had made me vow on my life to never show you any positive feelings until you fulfilled the prophecy – kill that murderer or be killed trying.

I know you managed to complete your mission – the ones we were staying with since your seventeenth birthday told us so. I just wanted to hug you and kiss you and thank you for saving us from this nightmare, but I didn't know how to find you and you wouldn't have believed me. Yet, even Vernon is not so venomous towards you when your name comes up in a conversation and Dudley – he feels like he owes you more than his life. He has been exercising daily since our hiding (well, with no TV and no Internet he had little else to do…) and is now a very trim and muscular young man, no longer the fatty he used to be, although Vernon liked him better that way.

I know this house would mean a lot to you. Your mother's room used to be the one whose windows point to the east. Lilly loved to be awakened by the first rays of the sun. It is still painted in light orange, with some red and yellow trimming. I know these were her house colors at Hogwarts and yours as well.

This is now your house. I hope you keep it and raise a happy family in it, as you certainly deserve. We made sure that the house and the surrounding garden were well kept. You can move in whenever you wish, and I hope it would be soon. You may have noticed that this place is not too far from Privet Drive – less than an hour's ride. I know you have no fond memories of that place, but once you move in I will gladly come to visit you and tell you all that I had to withhold before.

I hope you forgive me,

With a lot of love,

Your aunt, Petunia.

Harry blinked his eyes, trying to keep them dry. How much he used to wish his aunt would love him or would just show him kindness… It was all Dumbledore's plan: make him desperate so he would not have any ties which might stop him from doing his ultimate task – kill Voldemort and be killed in the process. Well, he didn't follow the old man's plan. He survived, and he was going to live his life fully, if only for those who had given their lives for his cause.

He then looked at the other envelopes, trying to guess who might have sent them.

He suddenly heard the door open. His wand came into his hand immediately, pointing at the entrance hall. It was a reflex he could not yet get rid of. He heard some giggling and then he saw two girls coming in, carrying some shopping bags. They noted him as well.

"Hi, you must be Harry," one of them said, putting her bag down.

Harry tried hiding his wand.

"You don't need to hide that wand. I'm Iris Evans, and this is my twin sister Daphne," the girl said, extending her hand.

Harry took the offered hand. "Evans?" he asked bewilderedly.

"Oh, yes. Don't you know? Our father is your mother's elder brother. Half-brother, actually."

"Half-brother?" Harry mumbled.

"Are you always so eloquent?" teased him Daphne.

Harry looked at them they were both slim and trim, with long, straight brown hair, light brown eyes, and well tanned arms and legs. Iris was wearing tight yellow shorts and a sleeveless blouse which only reached under her chest, leaving her belly exposed. Daphne was wearing a sky-blue miniskirt and her chest was covered with a piece of cloth so small that it could hardly be called a shirt. They were both beautiful and so similar that he couldn't really tell them apart.

Iris sat down, still holding his hand, while Daphne took her place on the other side.

"Well, Harry, your grandfather had been married to another woman before marrying your grandmother. He even had a son with that woman – our father – John. The two families were not in good relations, as you might expect. Our grandmother didn't want anything to do with the woman who "stole her husband" as she used to say, although grandfather had divorced her a year before he even met your grandmother, and she didn't want anything to do with his previous wife. Yet grandpa loved his son no less than he loved his daughters. He bought a nice house for Dad, shortly before his marriage, and another one for Aunt Petunia, when she got married. He left this house to Lilly, knowing she had no real need for it. The Potters were a very rich family, as you must know."

"I've never known she had a brother…" mumbled Harry.

Daphne was speaking now. "Well, Dad is not your normal run-off-the mill kind of person. He is an intellectual – he was a professor of Medieval History at Oxford and is now spending most of his time in Paris as a painter. He has never divorced Mum…"

"…but is now living with his boyfriend," Iris said.

"I can see why Petunia wouldn't like him…" said Harry.

"It's not so much Aunt Petunia…"

"…as it is Uncle Vernon. You seem to know him…"

"Oh, I know him just too well," replied Harry, wondering if all twins were talking the same way, continuing each-other's sentences.

Iris glanced at the abandoned shopping bags. "We should put things in the refrigerator…"

"…unless we want to drink hot ice-cream."

"I'll help you," Harry offered, as the three of them went into the kitchen.

"Why are you here, actually?" Harry asked, once they finished unpacking.

"Oh, father thought it would be nice to have the house ready for you, everything clean and fresh and the kitchen well equipped for preparing meals."

"That's really nice of him…"

"He's always like that. He cares a lot…"

"…but has others do his work for him."

The two girls looked so fresh and happy. Harry thought they were about sixteen years old, yet they came there driving a car, as affirmed by the car he saw parked in front of the house. "How old are you?" he asked.

"Don't you know it's impolite to ask a lady of her age?" they giggled, "but as we are no ladies, that is alright. We are twenty years old. We are both students at an engineering college. I'm studying construction engineering…"

"…and I'm studying architecture. I'm also working part time as a model"

"A nude model, and I take her place when she is too busy."

Both girls giggled as Harry blushed.

"Oh, you've found the letters," noted Iris. She picked one of the closed envelopes. "This one's from Dad. Don't you like to read it?"

Harry took the envelope and started opening it. He heard one girl saying "It's just too hot today", and the other replying "Then we must do something about it…"

The girls went into the kitchen and Harry started reading.

"Dear Harry,

I've only seen you once, as a tiny baby with green eyes, similar to your mother's, and a black tuft of hair, like your father's. I had no chance to meet you again before your parents died. I don't know the details, but I'm sure it had to do with that horrible war that took place within the magical world at that time. Your parents were magical, as I hope you already know, and they believed you were magical as well. As your aunt Petunia has told me, they were probably right.

I could not keep in touch with you during the time you stayed with the Dursleys. I've never been a welcome guest there, even less than your parents. I was 'the black sheep" in the family, or maybe the pink one, as I like to play both teams, if you get my intention.

I've learned through Petunia that you have passed a great ordeal, having to destroy the monster who murdered your parents, but you survived it and are ready to continue with your life.

I've been informed by my parents' attorney that you are going to receive your inheritance soon, so I'm writing to you in hope that this will help you reestablish your family connections.

I have a son, about ten years older than you, who lives in Canada and two twin daughters, abut two years your senior, whom I hope you would meet soon. They may need a brotherly advice and you may benefit having elder sisters, sort of.

I'll be glad if you come and visit me in Paris. I've written my address at the end of the letter, so you may take just that piece of paper when you need it. I'll be back in England for Christmas and I hope to meet you then, if we can't make it earlier. My daughters will be in contact with you about the details.

Love, your uncle John."

Harry lifted his head from the paper only to choke at seeing the twins returning. While he was reading, they have taken off their clothes, staying in their thong panties only.

"Don't you like a cold drink?" one asked, handing him a tall glass of lemonade with an ice cube floating on it.

"Thanks," he managed to mumble, his eyes bulging out at the view and his body feeling suddenly hot – too hot for comfort.

The girls sat down on both sides of Harry, making him feel even hotter.

"Don't you want to get more comfortable?" one of them asked, pointing at his clothes.

"No, I'm fine," he said, feeling anything but.

"So, you're a wizard, aren't you?" one asked in a conversational tone.

Harry was unsure how to answer. Besides being distracted by their almost total nudity, he didn't know how much they knew and how much was safe for him to tell.

"You don't have to worry. We know your parents were wizards and were killed by a dark wizard while you survived…"

"… and we know you had to fight him again quite recently…"

"…and you have obviously survived, as you are here," they concluded.

"Then – what do you want me to tell you?" he asked.

"Oh, just the interesting details, like…"

"Do you have a girlfriend?"

"Do the magical girls have anything to offer that we don't…"

"Or are they just as weird as us?" they ended with a giggle.

"Oh, you are more beautiful and are certainly showing… more skin than most witches I've ever seen," he said, feeling himself getting hotter.

"What about a girlfriend?" one of them reminded him.

"I…"

He was saved by the doorbell, reminding him that he had called Hermione as soon as he arrived there, wanting her opinion about everything, as usual.