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Unused Dialog/Scenes:

Harry fought the urge not to punch his posturing brother right in his smug face.

…Daniel puffed up like a peacock, head duties, Hermione coming toward them both and picking Harry, Harry feeling jealousy when she actually had a legit reason to talk to Daniel

"Didn't you, ever, just once, thought maybe you were wrong?" (Harry to Dumbledore)

"I'm returning the favor, Voldemort."

"Favor?"

"Yeah, I'm giving you a living death."

§You’ve been a moody snot recently, Serion commented dryly twirling up around the bedpost lazily. (used later in chapter 30 by Oorjit)

From chapter 10:

Daniel ignored Harry, his attention now focused on Hermione’s flushed face and moist red lips. “I would have expected better from Headgirl. I’m going to have to take--”

“House points?” Hermione provided, pushing her hair back from her face.

“Yes.”

“Don’t be a prat,” Hermione replied, “it would make patrolling with you that much more obnoxious than it already is.”

From chapter 13:

"You're not fit to service the Dark Lord's cock with that mouth, you mudblood whore!"

From chapter 16:

“Don’t lie to me Harry! I’m sick of it! Where were you while I was touring the castle to learn about my new duties?”

“Wandering the halls, just like I said.”

Hermione crossed her arms, tapping her foot. “I don’t believe you.”

“Not my problem, Hermione.”

From chapter 17:

Lost in his own thoughts Harry made his way back to the tower and climbed through the portrait hole. A group of Ravenclaws were scheming over a piece of parchment when he walked through and made his way to his dormitory. He ignored his dorm mates and slunk through the curtains of his bed and slumped against the pillow.

He didn’t sleep, but stayed there staring up at the top of his four poster. The dark blue and bronze pattern blurred after a while. Harry sighed heavily, rolling over and punching in the pillow.

Hermione would be okay, Madam Pomfrey wasn’t panicked, just concerned.

His curtains swirled and a ghostly image of a girl, popped through.

From chapter 23:

“You never did tell me what happened to you last night. Dumbledore told me a Death Eater scared you. Do you want the water hotter?”

“Please. It seems very silly now, after you telling me about all the adventures and skirmishes you’ve gotten into and out of.”

Harry grabbed his wand from the top of the commode and charmed the nozzle to spray hotter. “Not silly,” he contradicted, stepping away from the shower. “You haven’t been through what I’ve been through. Why don’t you just tell me what happened?”

“Well,” she started, placing her stack of clothes on the side of the sink. “First I found your mother upstairs and was watching her just like you said when a powerful lumos spell went off in the room and totally destroyed my night vision.

From chapter 24:

Hello Harry Potter,

I am sure you remember our last meeting as well as I do. You are a remarkable wizard, unlike your brother. I find him to be a rather large disappointment and in light of recent events it is too clear why that was the case.

I am now certain that the great Albus Dumbledore was as nearly as foolish as I was. But has he come to the same conclusion now I wonder? If he has, he would have offered you the paltry and inadequate training he currently has your twin undertaking.

You, Harry, are meant to be great. How I could not have seen this before now still amazes me, but no matter, no matter. I am rectifying my grievous errors. Please accept my humble apology. You are my chosen of this I am certain. You are the one I truly marked.

As such I am extending a hand of friendship. Join me, Harry, and I will teach you. Under my expert tutelage you will learn that there is no light or dark, right or wrong, good or evil. There is power. There is magic. There is will. In the world the strong lead over the weak and you are not a lamb.

If you prove yourself, I will publicly declare you as my magical heir. Your brother will be diminished. Glory will be yours.

I do not require an answer from you now. Think it over and I’ll have my owl contact you at a later date.

Hogwarts’ Heir, Head of the Line of Slytherin House, Leader of the Death Eaters and Ministry Malcontent, Order of Merlin 3rd class, Medal for Magical Merit, Special Services to Hogwarts, Lord Thingy, He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named… etc. and ever yours,

Lord Voldemort

From Chapter 27:

Guests started to arrive for Sirius’ Winter Bash. They were all Order members. Mad-Eye had Tonks bespell his eye to be striped red and green like a Muggle candy-cane.

From Chapter 29:

Harry fumed silently watching her retreating figure. “Kiss my snitch!” he called after her. “You couldn’t care less! I have to wonder if you love Daniel at all considering all the times you mistook me for him! You’re the worst mother in existence!”

From Chapter 30:

The remainder of the time left on the train, Harry spent it pacing. The longer he thought about it the more sure he became that Hermione was being coerced physically or compelled magically. He had to stop it; get Hermione back.

From Chapter 32: (original take)

Harry was just setting Hermione down on her bed when the door burst open and three professors came in wands held aloft. Professor Dumbledore swept the scene with his steely gaze, looking more like the defeater of Grindelwald than the kindly Headmaster. McGonagall, who flanked his left hand side gave Harry a stern glare. Flitwick, as Head of House and former dueling champion stood dwarfed on Dumbledore’s right. Harry smoothed the comforter down over Hermione before stepping back.

McGonagall ran over to the bed and pushed Harry aside. She ran her wand over the unconscious girl with one hand and checked her breathing with the other by placing her fingers just below her nose. Worry furrowed her brow and for the first time since the change in school politics did she show sympathy for a Ravenclaw.

“She’s breathing, Albus, but I think Madam Promfrey should come up and take a look at her.”

“Mr. Potter,” Dumbledore said indicating with his wand. “Hand over your wand.”

Flitwick turned away from them and pulled out his long thin willow wand. Making several swishy movements, the tiny professor started scanning the room. Harry spared him a glance and pulled his wand out from his pocket.

“Just what on earth did you think you were doing?” McGonagall snapped at Harry, drawing his attention as he handed his holly and phoenix feather wand over to the Headmaster.

“Why doing was Professor Dumbledore said for me to do,” Harry retorted. “You’ll find, Headmaster,” he said turning away from McGonagall. “That your Headgirl will be drastically improving to her old state.”

“There’s evidence to strong heavy spells. Possibly Unforgivables,” the charms professor said squeakily moving further into the room.

Dumbledore frowned and cast prior incantato at his wand. Two ghastly hissing spells erupted from the tip of his wand. Harry remembered the urgency and power he put behind those parseltongue killing and locking spells. Riddle had been finalizing the killing curse and only Myrtle’s intervention had kept him alive.

The sounds of the snake language drew Flitwick back over to Harry and Dumbledore. His Head of House held his wand loosely as he examined the residue of the spells. The look of the killing one drew a frown on his features.

“What is this?” Flitwick asked appearing to have come to a conclusion as a third hissing spell released translucent insubstantial fig marigolds. “Mr. Potter are you a Parselmouth?”

“Yes,” Harry replied nonchalantly. “No, I wasn’t the heir of Slytherin before you ask, but I was able to open the sink in the girls’ bathroom. I’m sure Dumbledore can tell you exactly what happened if he hasn’t already down in the Chamber between myself, my brother, Ron and Ginny Weasley.”

Flitwick looked in askance towards the Headmaster who simply murmured, “Later Filius.”

A fourth Parseltounge spell left the wand as an unlocked locket followed by series of five differing unlocking charms spilled out next. Then a silent shield charm and the nothing. Dumbledore tried to put more power into the wand to reveal a few more spells but ten spells was the limit that the charm could do. The Headmaster handed the wand reluctantly back to Harry.

“Tell me what happened, Mr. Potter,” Dumbledore requested.

Harry feigned a look of surprise. “Who me? Surely Daniel’s story of what happened would better serve you, Professor,” he mocked.

“Do not speak to the Headmaster in that tone,” McGonagall snapped, stepping away from Hermione’s side and angrily motioning with her wand.

Dumbledore cleared his throat, gently touch McGonagall’s wand and pushing it down. Disgruntled, she put it away and settled back into staring down her nose primly. Flitwick followed form as repeated the Headmaster’s request for an explanation.

“The Headmaster pointed out just how far gone our Hermione was going. Her grades were dropping and it couldn’t all be blamed on her dating my brother or lack of sleep. Everything was suspicious to me from the start, but with the threat of expulsion on my head I had to get to the bottom of it or be blamed unceremoniously for it.”

“Professor?” Flitwick asked, shooting the Headmaster a reproving glance. “You threatened Mr. Potter for Miss Granger’s falling performance?”

Dumbledore had the grace to look embarrassed. “I thought he was behind the string of new cruel pranks plaguing Mr. Potter and Miss Granger. As Harry had been dating Miss Granger before that I assumed it was him acting rashly and jealously to the situation.”

“Quite,” Harry retorted coldly, ignoring the fact that it was true at the time.

“Go on, Harry,” Flitwick encourage lightly.

“The Headgirl was not acting under her own influence. Daniel sent her a charmed locket giving it to her underhandedly, using my owl and signing my name. The locket was a artifact of Tom Riddle’s, so on top of Riddle‘s charms were Daniel‘s compulsion charms. Hermione only started to date him under the influence of wearing the blasted jewelry piece. I’ve destroyed it and right now she is sleeping. Madam Promfrey might want to come in and see her. I’m staying until she awakes.”

From Chapter 33:

“Wait a little longer,” a sweet melodic voice sang cheerfully from behind. “The Headmaster isn’t quite ready to be persuaded.”

She’d been saying things like that since he left Hermione alone in her suite early morning yesterday. He had a sneaking suspicion she knew about the Horcrux fight, but then Luna would talk about pufftails and thwartpogs and he’d be reassured that she did not. Nevertheless he had held onto the letter and ashes and steered clear of both Daniel and Dumbledore.

--He wanted to sit next to her in classes again, but he’d been the one asking for time and space.

--Daniel! She compared him to Daniel! To that --

From Chapter 34:

“Language,” James barked.

“Seventeen years you two go without ever really talking to me and this is what the two of you have to say--‘What are you doing?’ and ‘language?’” he asked mimicking them.

From Chapter 37:

"What surname do you plan on taking?" Flitwick asked curiously, his image in the flames flickering.

"Slytherin."

"Good gracious, why on earth would you take that name?"

Harry's smirk if possible grew larger. "To mock Voldemort of course. He's always strutting around boasting to all who will listen he's the bloody heir, but tell me this has he ever gotten into the Slytherin family vaults? No! It's because he's claimed an ancestry that doesn't belong to him. He killed the last of the Slytherin line with the Gaunt family. He use to wear their signet ring after he murdered the only remaining male heir, insane though he was. I should know I rescued Daniel from their bloody head-of-the-line ring."

From Chapter 38:

Harry snorted. “Sounds like Skeeter is taking names in all the commotion. The wizarding populace is sheep… she must be making a killing on her article.”

From Chapter 40:

The next morning found Harry stuffing the mirror into a pair of leftover hand-me-down socks and tossed unceremoniously into the back end of his personal storage compartment inside the trunk. What right did Hermione have to make demands of him? Wasn’t she at all worried about him? She had just inadvertently sent Voldemort after him! Two seconds of fretful crying did not eliminate that tidbit.

Luna had been the one who wanted to talk to him. Her worry for him was why the call came in in the first place. What does that say about the girl that supposedly loves him? Nothing good.

She gave him an ultimatum--a bloody ultimatum! It’s not like he was caught dallying with another girl. It was her who was caught dallying with his brother. Couldn’t she see that he just needed more time? His thoughts were scattered and his life in shreds and she wanted him to commit to her again? After he just got expelled, escaped twice from Voldemort’s clutches, and in a foreign country searching for a piece of said Dark Lord’s soul!

What on earth did she really expect him to do, Harry fumed, slamming the lid of the trunk closed and when downstairs after reapplying the translating charms and a mild glamour, which he would drop as soon as he found a Healer.

From Chapter 44:

Harry stared deep into the mirror hung on the wall. He felt silly staring at his reflection even though Luna told him that he must. His hair was black with the exception of his red stripe, and his eyes were green, standing out starkly in the dimness of the room. He searched in his reflection the truth.

Rowena had created this mirror to tell the viewer pure unadulterated truth. Harry had no clue on how it worked. This though was the final Horcrux, the second to last of his Herculean efforts to stop the madness of his life and to gain some peace. What peace he could anyway.

He remembered the newspapers and how they blamed him for all of the attacks Voldemort had beset upon Britain, muggle and magical. Time was short, but it was unfair. To suddenly get the reorganization he had always wanted and without the Potter name to back him, the papers turned fickle, spouting love sonnets about his competency only to turn around and bite him on the foot for being the unworthy twin. Fame, Harry decided with disgust, at the hands of the shepherded public was disappointing.

From Chapter 46:

With a casual wave of his hand, Harry brought along Oorjit’s corpse and quit the room. Hermione giggled rather insanely as they left Dumbledore behind. Harry looked in askance.

“Only you Harry could flummox Dumbledore so readily with a flick of a wrist.”

It then dawned on Harry that he’d used non-verbal wandless magic in front of the Headmaster. He could kick himself. Hell he used it in front of Hermione! Only Flitwick and Luna knew--

“Luna told me,” she said quietly as if reading his panicked thoughts. “I remember how I jumped on you for knowing silent spell casting not too long ago. I don’t blame you for not telling me.”

Harry flashed a quick grin. “I bet you’re dying to ask me-- go ahead.”

“Can you teach me? I have only heard it referenced vaguely in books. You need years under a Master and even then you walk away with only a handful of spells--Harry you seem to just demand magic to bend to your whims--teach me please!”

He kissed her scrunched up nose. “Later.”

From Chapter 49:

§The weasel is immune to your glance, sire,§

§What the bloody hell does that mean?§ he growled.

--

apparition pops heralded new arrivals. McGonagall, Remus, Sirius, James, Lily, Snape… Harry turned away. What good were they to him now? Hermione was dead. His heart felt like it would break out of his chest. He pressed against the painful thumping as if the contact would keep it safe inside his chest.

“Daniel!” James shouted, running up to his frozen son. “You petrified him!”

Harry met his father’s accusing gaze steadily. “Idiot looked into my eyes, not the other way around.”

“Harry,” Remus intoned quietly, coming up to the fallen group supporting Dumbledore. “Are you all right?”

Harry snorted. “Why do you care?”

“I’m sorry,” the werewolf said.

“--as are we all,” Dumbledore added. “Can you tell us what happened?”

Harry glared at wizened visage of the once great Defeater of Grindelwald. “I was your hopping pot,” he explained slowly as if they were all first year dunderheads. “You ignored me and I filled up with all of the wizarding world’s problems. You were lucky that I took care of Daniel, even when he was a little shit. He wasn’t going to be my own personal hopping pot. I learned my lessons from Beedle the Bard even if you did not.”

“If you’re using that protective spell in your defense, I don’t want to hear it, because I don’t believe for one minute that the spell that activated when Voldemort struck me down could have made you all forget me if you didn’t want to forget me. You all will just have to live with that realization for the rest of your pure and noble lives.”

“Life’s so much easier when you got someone to blame. It is too bad then that you can only blame yourselves,” Harry told them, before turning his back and walking away.

BWL:

Harry watched dispassionately as the curse flew toward him. It couldn’t hurt him. It was only a revealing spell, not nearly as powerful as exposing hex. The yellow curse hit him in the chest and caused unbelievable agony.

A roar of pain ripped from his throat as he fell to the ground. Harry managed to brace himself on his forearms to keep his head from banging against the floor. He groaned as the spell sucked at his consciousness.

He tried to throw up his Occlumency shields but the spell tore them down before they were even fully formed. Fire raced through his veins as the magic plucked away something that had been there for sixteen years. The block his younger self had put in place shredded and suddenly Harry was lost in his memories of that fateful night.

He twisted and tossed and turned trying to get comfortable. The scratchiness of the diaper against his skin rubbed him the wrong way and he opened his eyes and blinked awake. His diaper was wet.

Harry could see his brother at the other end of the mattress still sleeping. Rolling onto his back he blinked doltishly up at the ceiling. The edges of his vision were getting blurry and he wondered if his brother was seeing the fuzziness too. It was annoying. Maybe if he cried about it, Mama and Papa would fix it. They were good at predicting his needs like wanting milk or burping or being held.

He was worried about them. They were acting stranger and stranger. Their smiles dropped quickly and their voices raised waspishly against each other more often. Even making spit bubbles was losing it’s charm. Harry valued his brother’s ability to gnaw happily on chew toys for hours on end without crying. Mama and Papa didn’t need anything to wind them up more than they were.

A loud booming noise rumbled downstairs startling him into a sitting position and his brother came awake with a sharp cry. Harry made a cutting motion to his startled brother hoping to quiet him, but Daniel wailed louder. He couldn’t hear anything over the noise and tugged himself up using the rails. As quickly as he could, Harry waddled over to his brother and smacked him on the head.

Daniel stopped crying abruptly and whimpered whiningly. He just gave his brother a glower and twisted back around to the door. He could hear shouts now and other blasting noises. Daniel pressed himself into the corner of the crib and cried softly.

Harry heard footsteps on the stairs and backed up, falling on his padded bottom. Daniel stopped crying and looked expectantly at the door. It opened and Mama burst through waving her stick and shouted a word that had the door squelch shut.

She ran over to them and leaned over the crib checking on him and his brother. Her worried eyes alighted on each of them in turn as if she were checking that they had all their limbs and that they were working properly.

“Don’t cry Danny, Harry,” she whispered fiercely, stroking the little tuffs of hair on their heads. “You must stay quiet for Mama. Please be good. Please, please be good.”

Harry got to his knees and climbed to his feet latching onto one of her long soft fingers with his chubby hand. Her smile trembled as she gently pried his hand away. He pouted but let her go when a thud sounded from below followed by distant high pitched laughter.

His mum gripped her stick harder, her knuckles turning white. Harry gripped the railing again and peered around her at the door. Silence met his attentive ears. He fought the urge to whimper. He would not be disobedient to his mum.

Light broke through the sticky mess covering the seams of the door. Mama moved forward, squaring her shoulders and tossing her red hair. The door broke from its hinges and hurtled into the wall with such force it lodged there.

High pitched laughter greeted them as a dark shadow stepped into the room. Blood red eyes peered out of the grim blackness of the hood and Harry stood frozen. Daniel gave a high pitch yelp of terror and the shadow’s red eyes darted toward them. A sinister gleam entered them as they gazed upon Harry and his brother.

“Ah, the Potter twins,” said the shadow, wicked and gleeful.

The shadow was blocked by his mother as she stood up against the darkness. “You can not have them,” his mother said, shakily, her hand trembling.

“Do you think you have a chance to stand against me?” came the hissing darkness. “You need not die, mudblood. It’s not you I want. Stand aside!”

“Never!” Mama yelled, lashing out with her stick.

The shadow raised a similar stick and batted the light away, giggling madly. “Stand aside, you silly girl!”

“No!” she cried out in defiance.

“Stand aside now!” the shadow said commandingly.

Mama waved her stick again, a blue light shooting toward the shadow, shouting, "I won’t!"

The darkness engulfed the light and swallowed it before sending out a beam of red knocking her stick from her hand. “I will kill them, you can not stop me.”

“Not my boys! Please, no! Take me--kill me instead!” she said desperately, reaching out to the darkness.

“You won’t save yourself?” the high pitched voice asked incredulously before sneering, “No, it is just an act. Foolish mudblood, stand aside or I will make you stand aside.”

“Not my boys!” Mama sobbed, stumbling back against the crib and clutching the railing tight. “Please, have mercy, have mercy!”

“Stupefy!” the shadow cried.

Bright red pulsed across Harry’s vision until he was seeing spots. The red light faded and Harry wailed pitifully seeing his mum on the floor. She wasn’t moving. Why wasn’t she moving?

Daniel moaned piteously, snot running down his red nose, drawing both Harry’s and the shadow’s attention. The darkness loomed over Harry until the red eyes surrounded by a white, white face filled his vision. He sneezed and fell backwards.

The white face laughed and it was that maddening high cackle. The reds eyes narrowed in cold and bitter mirth. A long bony finger reached out to touch Harry’s cheek. The touch left him scared and shaking; his wet diaper getting wetter, as he tried to get away, crawling to his brother.

“One of you is prophesized to be my downfall,” the lipless mouth in the white face murmured.

The finger against Harry’s cheek left him and touched Daniel’s face. His brother shrieked and shrieked and shrieked causing the white face to laugh and laugh.

“I wonder which one of you is he. Did Dumbledore think I would actually let you grow up and become strong?”

The shadow with the white face leaned forward into the crib to stare at them. Daniel turned his head away.

“No. It is better now to kill you both and be immortal forever.” The shadow with a white face raised the hand holding the stick. “You can not hide from me, baby Potter. I shall kill you first. Avada Kedavra!”

Harry reached his brother as green light flared from the shadow’s stick. He wrapped his arms around Daniel, hugging him like Mama hugged them, tight and fierce, with his face angled toward the shadow and glaring for all he was worth.

The green light hit him in the forehead, jerking the muscles in his arms so that he squeezed his brother too tight. It hurt. It hurt! Harry leaned over his brother more shielding him with his tiny body. The red eyes narrowed and the green beam tried harder to push through his forehead. IT HURT!

He was screaming loud and louder when something snapped in him. His heart pounded loudly in his ears as the white face shrieked, clutching it’s stick and trying to point it away from Harry. His forehead throbbed as his body pushed out something warm and golden to fight the green.

And then he knew what to do to make the shadow go away. Harry reached out and touched the stick and the red eyes bulged. Pressure built up between him and the shadow until the coiled warmth in him exploded outward.

Daniel cried out, turning around to give him wide eyes as the haze of light enveloped all of them, including the shadow. It shrieked in agony, one long endless cry the got abruptly cut off. Harry wilted against his brother, who was suddenly holding him, blood trickling down Daniel’s tiny face. Harry felt the warmth of something liquid trail down his own nose and blinked owlishly.

He was exhausted. Cold seeped into him and he felt cut adrift. He blinked, once, twice, and slept snuggling into his brother’s warmth.

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