I have no idea how I got this idea. I just did.

Don't judge me.


The room starts to shake.

I jump off the bed and run to the other side, hoping that Al "felt" it to.

I guess he did because he's already up and moving towards me.

"What the hell is that?!" I scream, trying to be heard over the supreme amount of noise.

"I don't know Brother! But get out before you get crushed!" Al commands.

I run to the door, but my lack of attentiveness punishes me as I trip over a chunk of the ceiling.

"Brother!"

"I'm fine, just get out!" I command this time, pulling myself to my feet.

I see Al open the door, he's out by the time I start running again.

Then everything goes black.


I stand looking at him.

A boy with golden hair, lying unconscious on the Gryffindor house dining table.

Right in front of me.

I swear he wasn't there just a second ago.

For a few seconds, no one reacts, everyone at the table just stares at him. Then everyone except the three of us start freaking out.

"Who is he?"

"What if he's a death eater?"

"Where did he come from?"

And a million more questions that are inaudible to me.

The other tables are just looking from their seats, obviously Slytherin doesn't care, but Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff seem genuinely curious.

I observe him carefully, he can't be older than 10 or 11. His hair is tied back in a braid, and his right hand is... is... metal.

Suddenly his eyes fly open, he bolts up, fear fills his expression as he opens his mouth.

"ALPHONSE!" He shouts as loud as his voice seems to be able to.

Then his eyes fall closed again and his head falls back to the table.


Sorry for the short first chapter. This just kind of popped up in my head and I decided to write it down.

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