The Twin? A.K.A. Harry Potter and the gullible idiots.

Two pairs of emerald green eyes stared at each other.

One filled with confused while the other filled with mirth

''Huh I am pretty cute as a girl.''

XxX

Hagrid was confused. He had been given an important task. Albus Dumbledore himself had entrusted him with tracking down and personally delivering a Hogwarts Acceptance Letter to none other than The-Girl-Who-Lived, Violet Potter. He had been honoured that such a task had been entrusted to him and he had set out immediately.

With the help of one Hogwart's owls it hadn't taken him long to track down his target. His following argument with those Muggle left a bad taste in his mouth. Insulting Albus Dumbledore like that, spreading lies about Lily and James … the nerves of those Muggles!

With the three Muggles gone he was able to return his attention back to what was important, but to his surprise he was not alone with Violet. For a moment he panicked as he spotted a young boy. He had not given much information, but he knew for a fact that Violet lived with the sister of her mother, her uncle and their child; the girl's cousin and all three of the aforementioned Muggles had fled out of the room so who was this boy? A family friend of those Muggles? Had he used magic in front of a Muggle?

That would be bad, very, very bad. It was already bad he had used magic, it was perhaps even worse that he had used magic on a defenceless child (no matter how much he deserved it), but breaking the Statute of Secrecy? He would be extremely lucky if he was only sent a couple years to Azkaban. Close family of Muggle-born/raised did not count, they were made aware of magic as soon as the letter came, but if this boy was completely unrelated … . He shuddered to think what would happen if anyone found out.

It was then that he got a good look at the child and he nearly dropped his umbrella in shock. Violet was obvious Lily and James' daughter. Her boyish short, messy dark hair immediately reminded him of James and when he looked at her face he was immediately reminded of her mother. Well except the glasses those were all James.

The boy? Well if he wasn't James' son than he would eat his hat … provided he could find the darn thing. Having known the young James Potter since he was a first year it was uncanny how similar he and the boy looked. If it wasn't for Lily Potter's eyes staring right at him he could have sworn James had come back to life as an eleven year old somehow.

Fortunately no matter what some people thought about him he was not stupid. He might not know as much as some people, but he had plenty common sense! He knew that the Potters only had a daughter, but standing before him were clearly two children of James and Lily. Therefore what he knew was wrong and the Potters had two children. Simple.

Satisfied with his realisation Hagrid blinked in surprise as the boy held something in front of him. Taking it without thinking he noticed it was familiar envelope. Blinking several times as he stared at it he suddenly remembered! What had he been thinking? Of course the Potters had two children and he was there to give them their Hogwarts letters. Why had he been so confused before?

XxX

Draco was in awe. His father had entrusted him with an important task; to befriend the Girl-Who-Lived and show her the correct ways before she was corrupted by Blood-traitors or Mudblood-Filth. He frowned when he finally found her and noticed she was not alone.

He had spared the boy sitting opposite the Girl-Who-Lived a glance. He did not recognise him, but his robes looked far to expensive for a Mudblood so maybe he was from a foreign family? In the end he had decided to play it safe. If he was from a proper family then it would never hurt to befriend another proper wizard and if not … well the Mudblood would learn his place sooner than later.

It was fortunate that he had been cunning enough to be friendly because after the two dark-haired occupants of the cabin had introduced themselves he could not believe his luck. His father would never believe him when he informed him about this!

''It is an honour to meet you, Lord Emrys-Peverell, Lady Potter my name is Draco, heir to House Malfoy, it is an honour to meet members of such distinguished families.'' He said as he dipped his head. His eyes still firmly set on the three rings that had appeared on the two lords. He had heard of those, but he could not believe he would actually get to see one on one of his peers.

Lord Emrys-Peverell stared at him for a moment and Draco had to resist the strong urge not to fidget.''Heir Malfoy,'' the lord said, his face nor his tone showing any emotion and for a moment he thought his father was addressing him instead someone his own age. ''It is an honour to meet a member of a family who has suffered as much under Voldemort as mine has. I can't imagine how you father must feel. My parents died, but at least they haven't suffered much, but your father? To have your free will suppressed, to become a slave within your own body, a mindless murderer under the orders of a madman, I can't even Begin to imagine how he must feel. Please convey my sympathies to your father, Heir Malfoy and if needs the services of a Mindhealer than I am pretty sure Master Flamel knows a couple good ones.''

Draco gaped at the young lord for a moment, several times he wanted to speak up, but every time his upbringing stopped him. His father was not some weak willed fool and was never under that Unforgivable, but he could not defend his father in that regard since it was a secret that he could only talk about with people already in the known.

The Dark Lord was not a madman, he was a revolutionary, his cause was just and he would never have enslaved the will of his father, one of his most valued, but again that was not something he could defend. Supporting the Dark Lord openly was not something they could afford to do, or so he had been told.

Also even if he could get away with openly supporting the greatness of the Dark Lord he was pretty sure he could not convince the two Potters. As much as the Mudblood and the Blood-traitor deserved it they were still the Potter's parents. He did not think anyone could be convinced of the greatness of a man who killed your parents so easily . It would probably take some time before they could understand that their parents had simply been on the wrong side of the war. If their father had sided with the Dark Lord he would still be alive. As for their mother? Well the Dark Lord did reward his most loyal.

Unsure what to say Draco decided to latch on one of the last things Lord Emrys-Peverell mentioned. ''Master Flamel?'' He questioned, the name sounding vaguely familiar to him.

''Nicolas Flamel,'' The Potter male clarified. ''Maybe you know him? He is a rather famous alchemist. I have studied under him for the last decade and I know for a fact Master Flamel has a lot of contact. Not surprising of course considering how long he has been around.''

Nicolas Flamel? The Nicolas Flamel? Teacher of Albus Dumbledore, Master Alchemist, creator of the Philosopher's Stone? Within his mind awe and envy raged war for supremacy as he absorbed the information. Countless others had tried to be apprenticed under the immortal alchemist, but all had been rejected so how could this … this half-blood, no matter how impressive his lineage be chosen to be the man's apprentice before he even started Hogwarts?

With supreme effort he managed to suppress his anger and analyse the situation like his mother always told him to do; the Girl-Who-Lived had a brother who no one knew about, but that was obvious because had been studying under Nicolas Flamel and everyone knew how private the man was so any apprentice of his would be kept hidden. They also both held titles he was sure no one knew off. So if no one knew important information like this then … then ….

Abruptly he gave a shallow bow, ''Lord Emrys-Peverell,'' he said cordially before flashing a charming smile towards the witch in the cabin, ''Lady Potter, it was an honour to meet you two, now if you excuse me I have some manners to attend to.''

Lord Emrys-Peverell nodded, ''Of course, Heir Malfoy. We understand,''

Draco nodded one lost time before hurrying out of the compartment. He needed to send a message to his father and fast. If anyone knew what was the best course of action to take with this new information then it would be his father.

XxX

If Draco Malfoy had stuck around for a moment longer then he would have bore witness to the 'regal' face of one Harry Potter cracking as a amused grin formed one his face.

''Wasn't that a bit cruel?'' 'Lady Potter' asked as she took of the ring that had seemingly fascinated the blond boy so much. She herself was also rather fascinated by it of course, but that was for completely different reason. She had only recently learnt that magic was real and to actually hold something that had appeared out of thin air was frankly amazing. Conjuration, an advanced form Transfiguration Harry had called it.

Harry shrugged. ''Maybe a bit, but it is a good life lesson for him. He really should know better than be so damn gullible … that and it was rather amusing. Draco really does never change.''

''I guess so.'' Violet conceded, not minding Harry's actions all that much. There was something about that Malfoy boy that made her uneasy around him. ''What was that about anyway?'' She questioned. ''The way you talked and all those names you mentioned. Was that the whole pure-blood thing you mentioned?''

Harry nodded, ''Among other things, as I told you before there are pure blood families, some more important than others and some of them believe the should act a certain way amongst themselves. Or at least that is what they think, personally I think it is all bullshit, but you should form your own opinion on the subject. As for the names; Emrys is basically Merlin, who you will learn is practically worshipped as a god by many wizard and witches here in Britain. Of course anyone with a brain would know my claim to be his descendant would be complete bullshit since there is no 'House Emrys' heck I am pretty sure Merlin has no reported children and even if he had they certainly wouldn't be a pure-blood house considering the man's own ancestry. As for the Peverell part?'' Harry paused for a moment as smirk graced his face. ''Well they were a rather famous magical family. Our relation to them is rather interesting to say the least. You should probably read up on them when you have the time.''

Violet blinked at the rather lengthy explanation and making a mental note to research the name he mentioned … after researching all the other things he had already told her to look up. ''So basically he thinks that you are a descendant of some famous wizards and that is … good?''

Harry nodded again, a grin forming on his face. ''Very good. No doubt he is running to tell his father the amazing discovery he made. It will be glorious to see how his father reacts.''

''Don't you think you are a bit petty? Considering … well you know.''

Harry snorted. ''Violet, I have learnt a long time ago if you don't find small ways to amuse yourself then life will get very boring, very fast.''

Violet shook her head. Harry was weird, very weird, but considering what he was that was not surprising. It had been several weeks since he had appeared before and declared himself her new big brother and life had been like a rollercoaster ride since then.

In a short time she had learnt that magic was real, she was a Witch and therefor could use magic and time/universe travelling was apparently a thing. If he hadn't done more to improve her life in five minutes then anyone had done in all the time she had lived with the Dursleys then she would have declared him a nutjob and refused to listen to him for fear of the Dursleys punishing her for associating with a freak.

Fortunately he had and what wondrous tales he had told her, sometimes a bit creepy considering the sheer amount of things the boy knew about her, but considering he was essentially her … and wasn't that mindbogeling she guessed it was somewhat understandable how he knew those things.

What wasn't understandable however was why he had been there. While he had told her a great deal of information he never really gave a good answer why he had appeared before her. She was grateful of course, but that did not change the fact it was rather vexing that the best answer she got was 'because it is amusing.' There had to be a reason right? A real reason?

She stared at Harry again. He had so much information and she had so many questions she wasn't sure where to start. She already knew he would rarely answer about the future. 'The future is always in motion,' or 'Every person needs to walk their own paths' were usually his replies whenever she asked, and whenever she asked questions about magic he almost always seemed to have a book about the subject that was always thicker than any book she had ever read. Sure she loved reading; especially about magic, but that did not mean she wanted a large book for every question she had.

''Hey Harry,'' She said deciding on a topic that was important now and she was sure he couldn't possibly have a book for. ''You told me we would be sorted in one of four houses right? Can you tell me about it?''

''Well technically the whole sorting ceremony is a big secret for new students.'' Harry answered. ''Not sure why, but I guess traditions are traditions, basically you stand in a line, get called up, put on a hat, get sorted and go sit at your house-table.''

Violet blinked. ''Okay … that was better than giving me a book I guess. What do you mean with putting on hat? What does that have to do with the sorting?''

''The hat is enchanted.'' Harry replied a small frown appearing on his face as he thought on the subject. ''It has a mind of it's own and use that to read your mind and sort you in whatever house it thinks is best suited for you.''

''It reads my mind?''

''It is a bit more complicated than that, but basically; yes. Don't worry though it is literally incapable of divulging any and all secrets it learns.''

''So it reads my mind and then decides whatever house I go? That is all? I don't actually have to do anything, no magic, no tests? Just put on a hat?''

Harry snorted, ''No you don't have to do any of that. Well maybe you have to wrestle a troll, but that is only on special occasions.''

At seeing his 'sister's' startled look harry snorted again. ''Just kidding, just relax. As long as you don't get sorted in Slytherin you will be fine.''

If those words were meant to reassure her then they did not work at all. She clearly remembered what Hagrid had told her and Harry about that house and now even Harry was telling her she shouldn't get sorted into Slytherin? What if she got sorted into Slytherin? Hagrid would hate her! Harry would hate her!

Harry sighed. ''Bloody Dursleys.'' He muttered. ''Violet, listen. ''He said in a serious tone. ''I couldn't care less about what house you are in. It was a joke … one I really should have learnt not to make. While the sorting hat decide where you go you can communicate with it and tell it your preferences. Believe me the hat will listen. It will sort you where you will do best and you will never be at your best in a place you don't want to be.

''I get to choose?'' Violet asked hesitatingly. ''Then what House should I choose?''

Harry sighed again and closed his eyes for a moment, signs of annoyance clear on his face. ''Didn't I tell you that every person needs to walk their own paths? You would be hardly be living if you just did what I told you to do, right?''

Violet nodded, ''I guess so.'' She conceded, not really happy with his reply. ''Then what do you think is the best house?''

''Well there isn't really a single house than can be described as the best otherwise the whole house system is even more meaningless than it already is as all students would want to join that house, but I guess I could describe the four houses to you so that you can make an informed decision.''

''The first is Gryffindor, their head of house is Auntie Minnie … she loves it when you call her that by the way,'' Harry said with a grin and Violet rolled her eyes, she was not that naive. ''House of the brave or the stupid depending on who you asking; some refer to them as Redshirts of Hogwarts and not because of their house colours … going by your look you don't get the reference so never mind. Well what else is there … they have hands down the best Quidditch team! Or at least they do when they have a competent Seeker. Their captain is a bit of a nutjob though … as are their beaters come to think of it. At least the Chasers are normal-isch.''

''Next is Slytherin with Snape as their head of house, he is dick and if you ever feel the need to curse him then don't worry that is a perfectly natural reaction when in his presence. They are the house of the cunning, the backstabber, the inbred, the imbeciles, the brainless … okay I am bit biased against them. Let's just say that nine out of the ten members of their house are like Malfoy and the rest are smart enough not draw attention to themselves.''

''The third is Ravenclaw. This one has Flitwick as their head of house. Friendly, very competent professor, but a pretty lousy head of house. They are know as the house of the smart. They aren't the most … united house, but their private library is pretty amazing. Oh and they have Luna. Most of the time at least.''

''Last, but not least is the Hufflepuff house who have Sprout as their head of house. Their thing is that they are nice and work hard … and according to a lot of students are the students who can't be sorted in one of the other three houses. Suffice it to say they don't have the best reputation. They have a bit of a us against the world kind of thing which can be rather annoying if you make an enemy out of one of them, but if you are part of 'them' well then you are golden. Oh and their common room is near the kitchens. Very useful if you want a midnight snack.''

Violet listen carefully as Harry described their houses to her. How he knew all that she still wasn't sure. Sure he had explained to her that he was from the future, but that did not exactly explain how he could describe all four houses. From how he described it sounded like he at some point was a member of each house. That mean he had attended Hogwarts at least four times and yet here he was again? Just because it was amusing? Violet shook her head; there was a lot she wasn't being told.

XxX

Dumbledore was frustrated. Was he the only sane person left? Violet Potter, only child of Lily and James Potter had arrived at Hogwarts with a brother and everyone just seemed to accept it!

Sure his two old students had already been in hiding when they were blessed with a daughter, but they hadn't been completely cut of from the world! People had known about the girl. So why was no one stepping forward?

From what he was able to gather it was exactly because the boy claimed to be young Violet's brother that people were so accepting. 'A brother no one had never heard of? How suspicious? Oh you mean it has to do with the Girl-Who-Lived oh then it is possible I guess.'

To be fair he could somehow understand how so many people thought this 'Harry Potter' was a son of James Potter. The resembles the two shared was impossible to miss for everyone who had known James. To make matters even more complicated; Harry James Potter, son of Lily and James Potter existed

Accord to the records of the Hall of Records in the Ministry of Magic the boy was indeed who he claimed to be, but he was positive those records had never been there before. As much as it pained him to describe his old students as such he was sure if there had been information on a brother of the Girl-Who-Lived then someone at the ministry would have talked. So how had those records suddenly appeared?

Even more confusing was the fact that Harry's name was in the school's Book of Names and as one of the two people who could access the book he was one hundred percent certain that he hadn't been there a couple of weeks ago. This was even more disconcerting. You could not simply add names to the books after all and even if one could an outsider would have never been able to access the book. It had the names and addresses of countless Muggleborn students. Even if only a fraction came to Hogwarts that did not mean he would want such information to spread to the wrong hands. So if no one else could get to it, he hadn't done anything to do the book and he was sure Minerva hadn't either so how?

Even the sorting hat hadn't been any help. It only confirmed that the boy was the one he was supposed to sort and a reminder that he couldn't divulge any information that he found in anyone's mind.

Of course his biggest concern was what he should do with the situation. Upon seeing the boy for the first time his first instinct had been to stun him and to interrogate him as soon as possible. Who could blame him? He knew for a fact Violet had no brother so the boy was an impostor and thus a possible threat to the young Potter.

His common sense had held him back however. The boy and Violet had known each other before Hogwarts so if he was a threat to her then at least it wasn't an immediate one. So with no immediate threat to the Girl-Who-Lived and presumably the rest of the castle he decided to let things play out, giving himself some time to figure out what was going on.

Unfortunately he hadn't made much progress on that front.

While he knew Violet had no brother all evidence pointed to the fact that she actually did have one. To make matters even worse the girl was attached to the boy, very much so and he was pretty sure why that was.

He had been a teacher for decades and was more than able to recognise the signs. It seems he had made a colossal error when he placed the girl with her aunt. Something he would have to look into later, but if he was right then he could make a pretty educated guess what would happen if the boy were to disappear.

Albus sighed as he leaned back into his chair. If he didn't know any better he would say that the Marauders were playing on last prank on them and James, Lily and Peter were laughing themselves silly in the afterlife.

He was brought out of his mussing when suddenly the door to his office was opened and in strode the boy that had him worried so much. A easy smile graces his face, seemingly unconcerned that it was close to midnight and that his office was not exactly a place most students would feel comfortable.

''Good evening, professor.'' The boy greeted, ''I hope I am not interrupting anything? No? Good, don't worry I am just retrieving some of my stuff. I will be gone in no time.''

Before he could even ask what the boy meant, the young wizard extended his hand and a nearby cabinet suddenly sprang open and from within flew a very familiar cloack right into the boys hands. ''Well that is the second one and … .''

Upon seeing what he believed to be the true Cloack of Invisibility, one of the three Deadly Hallows in the hands of the enigma that was Harry Potter he quickly drew his wand. He still was not sure what the Hallows were capable of, but if the cloack (assuming it was a Hallow) was even remotely as powerful as his wand then he could not allow this stranger to have it.

Without warning he fired a stunner at the unarmed boy, not exactly diplomatic, but considering the number of questions he had for the boy he decided to make an exception. Unfortunately when he tried to use the spell that he had mastered over a century ago absolutely nothing happened. For a moment Albus stared in bafflement at his unresponsive wand before his attention was brought back to the now smirking boy as he spoke.

''Having performance issues, headmaster?'' the boy asked mockingly. ''Don't worry I heard it is rather common for men your age.'' Then without the boy even drawing his own wand or uttering a spell, his wand, the Elder Wand disappeared from his hand and reappeared in the younger wizard's free hand. ''And that is the full set.''

What? How?

The boy gave a mocking. ''Thank you for your time professor, good night.'' With that the boy casually turned around and strode out of his office, two of the Deadly Hallows in hand and seemingly not a care in the world.

What just happened?

Wait did he just say the full set?

Suddenly the door was opened again and the boy's face suddenly friendly demeanour now gone, replace by a cold look that looked rather strange on one so young.''Oh and Albus? I strongly recommend that you should stop messing with things that are beyond your understanding.'' Then his face morphed back into a friendly demeanour with surprising ease, as if one mask was simply replaced for another. ''Sorry for taking your time. Goodnight, professor.''

Author notes;

I don't think I will continue this because as I writing this I realised something; Harry is to powerful/knowledgeable to keep the story interesting. As Harry is written in this story he could easily take care of any threat he/Violet faces which would make Violet's character completely irrelevant, which in turn makes the story irrelevant.

Sure I could make Harry only interfere when necessary, but if I did that there still would be no tension in this story. Even if Violet failed there would always be someone significantly stronger waiting to take over. Not to mention Harry would be a major bastard if he were to just sit at the sidelines while Violet's life is in danger.

The only ways I see this story working is to come up with a credible threat that can challenge Harry and keep his occupied while Violet does her Canon things, but that would also not work unless the threat is somehow related to the canon events or otherwise I am just telling two stories.

The only other way to continue it is to make it a character driven story that would focus on the relationship between Harry and Violet (and no, not in a romantic way!) and their growth as characters. It would be interesting to write about a centuries old Harry and his eleven year female self. Both flawed, but in vastly different ways.

Anyway since this is my first update of 2018 I am going to wish everyone a happy new year. Hopefully I will be able to update a bit more this year. I definitely have enough I want to write … now if only I had the time.