Disclaimer: You're joking right? Sorry to disappoint but I do not own Harry Potter.

Pairing: Sirius/Harry, Lily/James, Ron/Hermione, Luna/Neville

Warnings: COMPLETE & UTTER AU!! SLASH!!

Plot: Harry Potter is the twin of the obnoxious Boy-Who-Lived Fitzwilliam. Now we all know that our dear slightly father neglected Harry is the true Boy-Who-Lived. However there is one small problem. The King of the Vampires, Sirius Black, has found his mate in the Boy Wonder. Now Sirius, Lily, Harry's friends, some vampires, and a immortal werewolf are going to teach sneaky the sneaky sarcastic Ravenclaw Harry that it's time to drop his façade and let the world see the true Boy Who Live. Only they need to surpass flirty redheads, meddling father, jealous siblings, slight manipulative headmasters, an egomaniac dark Lord, and that oh so troublesome wizarding goverment. So that Harry can free himself from those troublesome bonds of destiny and be with the man who is offering him true love. And you thought that your love life was complicated? A sibling BWL story with a twist!

A/N: Damn plot bunnies. I always had a fondness for Harry/Sirius pairings. I also have another slash story going on: Full Moon: A Retelling of Beauty and the Beast. So I will be bouncing back and forth between these two. Now please don't get mad at me for slow updates. I will apologize in advanced for that but I mostly likely will need a beta and the directory confuses me. So if anyone is interested send me a PM okay?

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Chapter 1
The Vampire King and the Real Boy-Who-Lived
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"I've spent so long in darkness. I'd almost forgotten how…beautiful the moonlight is."- Emily from Corpse Bride

"One completed soul takes two hearts." – Chaioee Al-Yousefi
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He had been waiting forever. After all when you are a vampire king with a curse that needs to be broken; you have nothing to do but wait. Life does get pretty lonely. He could feel the time pass too. Very slowly like molasses dripping when Remus would make his those ginger snaps. Of course he could have anyone he liked. Many creatures threw themselves at his feet. He would have taken them with relish. This curse was a problem. Stupid witch hiding his heart in a locket and then hiding it away, and the only person who could touch it was his soul mate.

Vampires, despite popular belief, are not heartless sons of bitches. Which for some reason many people think they are-stupid wizarding influence-. They have hearts and emotions. After all how could one not appreciate beauty if one could not feel with it? Sure they are creatures of darkness but it did not mean that they did not have an appreciation for life. They were structured and methodical. There was the wizarding government that liked to believe it had control over them.

They had their own monarchy as well. Their King was the one who was the most powerful, most beautiful, most heartless and yet the most compassionate. Truthfully al vampires are a walking oxymoron. None so much so then their king: Sirius Black. No one knows how he became king. There were kings before him, who were quite cruel and bloody or nice and not so violent. Then one day this youngling, barely two hundred and fifty, waltzes onto the scene and becomes King. The worst part is that his advisor is a werewolf, immortal werewolf. When they asked the old King why he chose Sirius he smiled and said: "He has a good couple hundred year plan for world domination." No one knows whether this is true or not… Moving on though.

Of course there was that whole nasty business with the witch. Stupid twit just because the King did not love her; she had to go and curse him to not feel deep feelings of love or lust until he found his soul mate. Remus was the only one Sirius truly cared for. The werewolf, who he had selfishly made immortal, stood by him as his best friend and most trusted advisor. Currently the date is July 31, 1980 and the time is nearing around 11:30 at night. The King was in his office not knowing that his soul mate was about to be born…

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He sighed looking over paperwork. Merlin being King can suck sometime. Stupid paperwork. He rubbed his eyes and turned the nearly red pupils onto the papers. His stomach rumbled. He need to feed and soon.

More stuff from the Ministry of Magic. Honestly these people do not want to listen to plain and simple reason. It is a stupid reason to believe that because one simply thrives in darkness it means that one is evil! No wonder some rogues are siding with that Lord Whats-His-Name fellow. It began with a "V"…Aw crap this will be bugging him all day. Remus would know. He looked up as his friend came in.

"Ah! Mister Lupin! Just the man I wanted to see!!" The handsome man with tanned skin and wolfish amber eyes raised a delicate eyebrow. His sandy blonde hair fell into his face as he stared at his best friend.

"Sirius you may not go to the Ministry and bitch slap the Minister. We have been over this."

"We both know that on that night. I was blissfully and pleasantly smashed beyond belief. Damn you for not being able to get drunk!"

"You are so juvenile." It was on these nights Remus wondered how Sirius can be King.

"You bet'cha. But I do have a question for you."

"Yes?"

"What's Snake Eyes' name again?"

"Voldemort though his true name in Tom Riddle."

"How the hell do you know that?"

"We got it out of one our spies with the rogues. He wants to know what you think of his offer about alliances."

"Tell him I rather shove a phoenix up my ass and let it be reborn then and there for the rest of my immortal days."

"Very descriptive, Sirius." Remus would send the message but make it slightly more tasteful. Perhaps a 'Thank you for the offer but we want to go a different route.' Maybe with a nice bottle of condolence wine.

"I try my best Remus." Sirius then sighed angrily and got up.

"All the rogue vampires are giving the rest of us a horrible name and I'm too busy to try and help some foolish man's dreams of grandeur." Sirius says something like that and Remus knows why he is such a damn good King.

"This king thing is good for you. Now drink some blood your pupils are turning red and I am being eyed up like the days special."

Remus was the only immortal werewolf on earth. Sirius had turned him. All the vampire blood did was allowed the transformations to become more permanent. Remus could also turn into wolf at will but had to let the wolf at the full moon. He did not have to drink blood nor did he want to. He had a taste for very rare steaks though.

Sirius smiled as he opened a small refrigerator and took out a bottle of blood. He took out a glass poured in a half of glass of blood and added a bit of rum with it. He took a sip and smiled feeling his cheeks warm slightly. His bone white skin darkened to a slight tan. His eyes turned from the deep red to a nice warm blue gray.

"You know that freaks me right the fuck out of here."

"Yeah I know but you know I love it." Sirius blinked feeling strange all of the sudden.

"Sirius? Are you alright?"

"Just feeling a bit woozy Remus. I need to sit down." Sirius did not get to the chair. He passed out into the arms of a startled werewolf.

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He was floating. It was a nice feeling. Then he opened his blue gray eyes to white. All around there was white and a sound of a woman screaming. He winced because she sounded like his mother. He turned to see a pretty woman with red hair giving birth. Her eyes shut in pain as she had a death grip on her husband's hand. The doctor was cheering her on as she gave birth. One child was already out bald wrinkled and pink. He began to bawl as he was being washed. Next to the pretty woman stood her husband, a tall man with messy black hair and worried hazel eyes. Sirius knew instantly who he was: a Potter. His name is James, if his memory served right. His great-great-great grandfather is a good friend of his. A loud scream and several colorful swearwords erupted from the woman's mouth. This was followed by a cry. He watched as the new baby was cleaned off and wrapped in blue swaddling clothes.

This boy, unlike his brother, had a full head of black hair and the eyes opened revealing the most breathtaking emerald green eyes. The bald baby had deep hazel eyes like his father Sirius noticed vaguely. Nothing like the emerald green eyes of the other child.

Those eyes were calling to him. Then in that instant he knew. This was his soul mate. He just saw his soul mate being born. His brother was bawling but his soul mate just look around.

"They're perfect Lily."

The red head opened her emerald eyes. Hers were not as dazzling as his mate's though but still breathtaking. "What shall we name them James?"

James picked up the bawling child and quieted him. He looked at the bald headed child. "Our first born son…I always did like the name Fitzwilliam."

Lily looked thoughtful. "I like it. Fiztwilliam…Lucas." She breathed out. The healers must have given her some nice potions.

James nodded looking at his first born. "Hello Fitzwilliam Lucas Potter."

Lily looked at her second born and the name came to him. "Harry."

"Harry? Lily that sounds rather plain."

"I like it, James. Harry, after your grandfather, I met. He was a terribly nice man."

James nodded and Sirius smiled Harold would be happy.

"Harry…James after two honorable Potter man."

James smiled. "Fitzwilliam Lucas and Harry James both are perfect and beautiful, Lily."

He kissed his wife's forehead. "Sleep my angels…"

And Sirius could feel himself be pulled back to his physical being.

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Blue gray eyes flew opened and met worried amber ones.

"REMUS! He's alive!"

"Who?"

"My soul mate! I saw him being born! His name is Harry James Potter!!"

A voice drifted into the room. "Aw hell you're soul mate is my great-great-great-great grandson?" A man entered. He was around six foot five and had deep blue green eyes that were sparkling in delight. He had the long black hair that fell to his shoulders and flew out every which way when it was down. Currently the wild hair was held back in a ponytail. His skin was tan a sign he had recently fed. He had on a pair of black jeans and a loosely buttoned white silk shirt showing off his slightly muscular form. His long neck held his wife's wedding ring around it held by a golden chain. He had on a pair of trainers and a dragon hide jacket.

"Lily named the kid after you."

"She's a smart girl. So this was the reason you called me Remus? A vision?" Harold Potter raised his eyebrows toward the werewolf. Who was very flustered at the moment.

"I didn't know it was a vision. I thought Sirius was…well I don't know!"

Remus was in a rather adorable huff. He panicked when Sirius collapsed and called Harold Charles Potter, vampire doctor extraordinaire. Harold's blue green eyes looked at Sirius with curiosity about his new grandchildren. Sirius, who was drinking blood straight, knew what he wanted to know.

"Twins. They had twins. Firstborn was pink, wrinkled, and bald with hazel eyes. They named him Fitzwilliam Lucas Potter. Harry had a full head of messy black hair and his eyes were his mother's but they shone like diamonds in the rough. Harry James Potter is his name."

Harold smiled. "Now you wait until he is sixteen before you get your dirty paws anywhere near him."

"Of course Harold. I do fear your wrath." Sirius shivered remembering the last time some vampire hurt the Potter family. Harold went insane and well…let us not go into those details.

Harold sat down and took the bottle of rum offered to him by Remus.

"Thank you Remus."

"No problem Harold." Remus handed Sirius a new blood and rum. He then poured a bourbon for himself. He sat down and looked at his best friend.

"So Sirius what do we do now?" He watched his best friend shut his eyes in thought.

"We wait…I would like him to have a normal childhood. We will tell him when he is older…when he can understand. When he needs me the most…"

Harold raised an eyebrow. "Why Sirius I had no idea you can be so profound."

"It's a gift. Don't go telling anyone!"

Remus leaned back. "What about protection? Lord Voldemort is after the Potter's."

Sirius leaned back. "How about this? We put ancient charms around the boy. I waited so long for my soul mate. I don't want this snake faced bastard killing him. I know it sounds selfish…but I was forced to wait for him. The spell says that when I am with him I will feel like myself again. So long it felt like a part of my soul was missing. I just want him to be safe and healthy. I want him to be happy."

Remus smiled softly. "It is not selfish at all, Sirius. You just want the love you have been waiting for. But you sounded so corny at that moment."

Remus dunked out of the way of a pillow. "What it was corny! Right Harold?"

"I need to agree with the wolf here, Sirius."

"Hmph! Some friends you two are!" The king pouted slightly and glared at his two supposed friends.

"We love you too Sirius!" said supposed friends chorused in unison.

Sirius rolled his eyes and held up his drink. "I would like to propose a toast. To Harry Potter! May his years be filled with laughter and love!"

Remus and Harold held up their glasses. "Harry Potter." They murmured as they clinked the fine crystal together.

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October 31, 1981
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Lily sighed as she cradled Fitzwilliam in her arms. She rocked him trying to get the wailing baby to sleep. While she was doing this she was mentally thanking everything she knew that Harry was a quiet baby. Fitzwilliam demanded attention every minute of the day. Harry would just cry when he needed something. Needles to say, she and her second born got along splendidly. He loved when she read to him. She knew that he would end up in Ravenclaw.

She sighed cradling the red headed baby. "Hush little baby don't say a word…"

All of the sudden the alarm rang out. She put her son in the crib. She heard James call out.

"Lily! It's him! Watch the twins!! He's after the twins!"

She grabbed Harry and Fitzwilliam and tried to apparate out. Nothing. She tried the emergency porkety. Nothing. She was dead. She and her babies were dead. She shut the door. She stood there in front of her children. She was ready to fight.

The door flew open and there he stood. Those blood red eyes staring into her.

"Hand the children over girl. I do not wish to hurt you."

"NO! Not my babies! Never!" She was poised for an attack. Voldemort, however, had different plans. He raised his wand.

"Stupefy." The Dark Lord smirked as he approached the twins. The red hair baby was wailing loudly. His face contorted. The black hair baby stared at him with those unnerving emerald eyes. Eyes that reminded him of the killing curse. He poised his wand.

"Avada Kedavra." He fired off the bright jet of green light at the two boys. His red eyes widened in shock as a shield appeared in front of the green eyed baby protecting him and his brother. He watched as the curse rebounded back at him. His last thoughts in his mortal body before he became a spirit were:

'Damn vampires.'

The house shook from the power. A lone piece of stone fell hitting Fitzwilliam on the arm. It was the shape of a circle with a line through it. Two of the symbols for the Deathly Hallows… Because of this sign Fitzwilliam was praised as the Boy-Who-Lived.

No one noticed, except Lily, that Harry had a cut over his right eye in the shape of a lightning bolt. Harry watched with his unnerving eyes for years. The only other odd thing besides his scar was a beautiful ornate locket given to him by his great-great-great-great grandfather. He waited. Waiting for his life to change…and it did on his sixteenth birthday.

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H.N.: Well here's chapter one. Just a random story that I have been toying with! Enjoy!!