The Bond of Brothers
Disclaimer: Harry Potter is the property of JK Rowling. I own nothing apart from the following plot. This applies to all following chapters.
Warnings: Language, War-related Violence (although not till later), some Dumbledore bashing
A/N: This is a rewrite of my fic A Beautiful and Terrible Truth. I was originally inspired by the fic Thrice Defied by Rae Kelly, although my plot is very different. This is canon through OotP, marginally compliant with several elements of HBP, totally disregards DH and the existence of Horcruxes, and contains an AU past during the Maurader's Era and the events leading up to Halloween 1981.
As far as pairings, the main will be Harry/Ginny, and I'm contemplating a possible Draco/Hermione and Ron/Luna, but I'm not sure. I've always been an H/G R/Hr shipper, so it's hard for me to even imagine writing anything else, but I just might for this story. Readers' opinions on this will be taken into account, so review and let me know what you'd like to see. Regardless, romance will not be the main focus. This story will not contain slash.
August 1, 1980
"Twins," The new mother whispered as she lay propped up in her hospital bed, two newborns cradled lovingly in her thin arms. "My two sons… I still can't believe it."
"They're beautiful, Cissy," A young woman with soft locks of red hair spoke up, smiling down at her dear friend. The messy haired man beside her nodded in agreement, eyes glued to the babies, slightly awestruck.
The mother looked up, smiling wearily. "Would you like to hold him?" She asked, using her eyes to indicate the child in her left arm.
The other woman bit her lip, a joyful expression shining in her eyes as she gently reached down and took the boy from his mother's arms. Reverently, she lifted the child up, holding him close to her chest. Her eyes roamed over the tiny, still wrinkled face. The man leaned over her shoulder to get a better look, his hand coming up to trace along the child's cheek.
"He's perfect," The man said warmly.
The mother smiled at the young couple, the two people she trusted most in this world, and her heart grew heavy. Sadness stole over her eyes as she said her next words.
"I'm glad you think so. He's yours."
Both the man and woman looked sharply down at her, the man's eyes confused, the woman's a mix of both hope and fear.
"What? You can't still intend to go through with the plan? He knows you were pregnant!" The man protested, confused. He cast a worried glance at his wife, knowing how much this was hurting her.
"Yes, he found out," The mother confirmed, grim determination on her face. "But he will be expecting only one child."
There was a moment of silence as the occupants of the room let the implication of those words sink in. The woman was the first to find her voice.
"But they are twins, brothers… it would be too cruel to separate them," She spluttered out in protest even though her heart was nearly bursting. Over the last months, she had grown to love the child promised to her before he was even born. The part of her that had died when she found out she couldn't have children of her own had started to come back to life. Then, only hours ago, their months of careful planning had seemingly been all for not. The pain of this failure and loss was still fresh, and her emotions were a confusing swarm as she tried to grasp this new possibility, this new plan created by the unexpected birth of two children instead of one.
The mother looked down to the baby boy she still held in her arms, tears of unfairness pooling in her pale eyes. "The only cruelness is that I can't save them both." She whispered.
"We can't…" The man began, but the mother sharply cut him off, her voice once again strong, unwavering.
"Yes, you can. That child is your son, not mine. He has been almost from the moment I found out I was pregnant. I carried him for you, for both of you. You must take him… As for this child," She paused, gazing down at her second born son. "He is my miracle, a blessing and a curse. I will do my best to protect him."
The man looked to his wife and instantly knew that this is what she wanted more than anything in the world, understood that there would be no convincing the mother otherwise. Resolutely, he squeezed his wife's shoulders.
"We will protect him with our lives. You have our word," He swore, love already blossoming for his adoptive son.
"I know you will." The mother nodded, her thoughts growing dark as she thought of the war. She didn't know if she was doing the right thing, but she couldn't see another choice. She would be damned if both her sons were raised under the thumb of her husband and the sadistic man he served.
"Let's hope it does not come to that," She murmured, praying that her family would survive the coming years.
The rest of the chapters will be longer, though I'm not promising any consistent length. I've got the next two chapters written, and several later scenes written as well. Once I write two more chapters, I'll post the next chapter. It should be sometime this week.
I don't have a beta, so if you spot in grammar errors, please let me know. Admittedly, the technical side of writing is not my strongest.
All that's left to say is please review!