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By light, by dark. Thrice they defy, thrice they survive. Neglected by approach, raised by the tea of four

Light blue pierces, as green swells in the forbidden sky of espresso

Grey as the life, depth of the moon

A death stare by the light’s blue, and an execution by the dark’s sweetness

Latte, mixed delicately

Swollen emotion of hearth, burnt warmth of melody

A melody of emptiness, of sweet nectar and numbing poison

Love shall cease, shall be shallow

Incinerated by darkness, lit by despair

Prologue

Harry Amaris Potter, the child of the moon, the opposing from the angel of the sun. Quiet, intelligent, cunning, and frankly; sincere in the rarest times. A child of the moon, shunned, away from his family, for who knows what, of to think of it, in fact. Swift in his actions.

When the Dursley’s had received Harry, they thought nothing of it. They treated him equally to Dudley, but not as spoiled. Because Dudley, supposedly, was more grateful for a sibling-figure than any gift he got for Christmas, or for his birthday. Since Harry held no genuine threat to them; they treated him as their own. Although Petunia begrudgingly allowed Harry’s help in chores; it was easier that way either way. It kept him busy, and not zoned out. Dudley had became less spoiled when he got used to sticking with Harry; in fact; he didn’t mind sharing anything with him for a surprise. However, Harry had always refused the offers politely, however giving they were. He was plain, bland, as the rest of his relatives. 

Harry was Petunia’s nephew, Dudley’s cousin, and a nice addition to their thriving family. Vernon grew less louder over the decade, but both Dudley and Harry had to get used to it. Petunia and Vernon knew that Harry was magic; he was a Potter. But, since he was not Solange Cyrus Potter, it held no harm in raising him. Even the slightest bit of magic was to be disregarded; but admired by Dudley. Petunia Dursley née Evans had a feeling if she were to raise Harry terribly, he would end up like how Petunia ended up. 

Petunia was thrown aside by her parents because of the obvious favoritism of Lily, but that didn’t stop her from trying to reconnect with her little sister, because after all, she was her little sister. She liked Lily; because, everything. She was a sweet, caring, person, who had the bright features of red hair and bright, glittering green eyes. 

Harry had those exact eyes; but they were not as bright and cheerful as his little sister’s. They were emotionless, soulless. Harry did not cry as a baby. He was just a baby; who looked like he had seen something frightful that had latched onto his emotions and feelings and sucked them away, no mercy given. But all is lost; because he seemed so helpless; so craving, but not.

Petunia has felt something like that when she was a child. She knew he had a twin, and guessed he was probably the opposite of Harry; energetic, joyful, just like Lily and Petunia. She grasped onto that scarring knowledge so reluctantly.

The lovely Sun and the shunned Moon

I 。A Moon And A Sun

Someone knocked on the door, hesitantly, it sounded. Before Petunia could go to open the door, Harry rushed to the door, but not before nodding at Petunia, and opening the door. Three figures in the front; one figure in the back. The three adults (two in the front, one in the back) compared to Harry’s height, were like giants. A familiar woman with green eyes and red curls, a man with untamed jet-black hair and hazel eyes and circular glasses similar to Harry’s, a child that looked identical to Harry; however, with the same untamed hair and hazel eyes of his father; and no glasses, and a man behind them that Petunia could not see. 

They were here for Harry. She had prepared Harry all his life for today, to her dismay. Harry eyed the four people reluctantly, and turned to Petunia and tilted his head, before turning around to greet them formally. “Hello, can me and my family help you?” Harry asked sincerely, in a typical mocking tone, but getting to the point. “I suppose that you are the Potters, and Sirius Black. Would you like tea, all of you?” Petunia smiled gently at Harry’s formality, because indeed, he does make some of the best tea. Either it’s his magic or not, it’s great. 

“Come in, I welcome you sincerely.” The three adults seemed shocked at Harry’s formality; and stepped in, along with the child’s excitement in his hazel eyes. Petunia didn’t protest them coming in at all, she just hoped Vernon wouldn’t mind. “I’ll go talk to your uncle, Harry, I’ll be with you all in a moment.” Petunia informed them all, and straying off to find Vernon in the living room. 

The adults stood shocked, still. (“jaw dropped? i think thats how you reference it..”) Harry, however, was patient. “Would you like to come inside? It is quite warm outside, too, best not waste the valuable air conditioning. Since Aunt Petunia is in the living room, how about we go to the dining table for tea? I apologize for the inconvenience, since my room is quite full at the moment.” The four followed Harry, to his surprise. 

Harry waved them to follow him into the kitchen-part-dining room, and gestured them to sit, and prepared the tea in the meantime. “Sit, sit, please. Would you mind introducing yourselves? I am sure Petunia already knows you all, fortunately. No formalities needed,” 

“Lily Potter, née Evans.” 

“Your father, James Potter” 

Sirius transformed into a dog form, (or so Harry suspected that it was an animagus? animal-gas? wizarding terms are a bit; frankly..weird.) and ran to Harry immediately. “Padfoot, or Sirius Orion Black, I presume. Interesting animagus,” Harry mused, to the Potters’ surprise. Hazel eyes glinted in interest, as Harry’s twin introduced himself. The Sun of his Moon. (Padfoot did not seem impressed :’( ) 

“Solange Cyrus Potter!” Solange exclaimed gleefully, almost jumping out of his chair. Harry smiled to himself as he realized he also had the sun middle name of the angel of the sun, as he had the middle name of the child of the moon. “Well met, all of you, then,” he greeted subtly, picking up Padfoot, and placing him on the marble countertop. Sirius was licking his palm after he finished the tea, and ran back to his seat to transform back. Harry grabbed 6 cups, an extra two just in case Vernon and Dudley decided to join. He poured one at a time, silently passing it to a person without tea, and wandlessly, (surprisingly?? id say not) floated two chairs into the table delicately. 

He returned to the kitchen counter, and grabbed a plate, then grabbed some biscuits from a bowl. (it seems like they were just refilled) Harry approached the the table once more and placed the plate of biscuits in the center. 

“I am assuming you all know my name, Harry Amaris Potter. Well met,” Harry sat down on one of the two chairs he placed next to each other, and sipped his tea. The tea was a variant of flavors, based on the person’s reference. It was not magic, it was just tea. It literally had no taste, but people imagine there is a taste..because most of the time, it has a few sprinkles of sugar, salt, caramel, or anything at all in general. 

Petunia was seen from a distance away, approaching the dining room/kitchen. Whatever it was called. She sighed while walking to the table, sitting on the empty chair next to Harry. “We have some complications, right?” Petunia asked wearily. Lily’s green eyes portrayed a fiery fury, but she did not ask why. Harry seemed smug; nonetheless. His blank face portrayed dozens of questions, but the lot could not tell. 

It was the twins’ birthdays, after all. Separated for 11 years? Unbelievable. 

—

“Wait-Harry’s going to go and never come back? Will you visit? What’s happening, Mom!” Dudley hurriedly asked, puzzled. She sighed and turned around to look at Dudley. Petunia didn’t tell Dudley. “No, Dudley, he’s not going to come back, unless he comes to visit.” Petunia confirmed, sadly. Dudley looked at his cousin with wet eyes, and rushed to hug him tightly, without warning. 

Harry was a bit startled, but he had gotten used to Dudley’s hugs. “I’m sorry, Dudley.” Harry whispered solemnly, eyelashes fluttering. He had to go back with his family, anyhow. Harry was happy here, but he was required to go to Hogwarts. 

“I’ll visit soon, I promise.” he murmured to Dudley, before waving off. Dudley, however, was happy that his cousin was special. He knew, after all, even if it took long to identify that he was magical, like his main relatives. 

— 

She could not believe that man. Dumbledore left her other precious son; her other child, with her SISTER! Lily did love her, but, he probably grew up muggle; which was even more complicated. However, he seemed to already know. Petunia was acting so..nice. She expected worser; such as abuse scars, or a malnourished child. Harry did look fairly skinny; but he looked healthy. He had circular glasses like James, but he had her green eyes and neat, dark curls. 

Were they seriously polar opposites? She named Solange, and their middle names. The Sun and The Moon. Fate seemed to follow after the names, apparently. Lily felt the consuming dark aura around Harry; it was shockingly under control. He looked like he had a Slytherin mask on; completely blocked emotions. By the time they were already in Diagon Alley, the two twins were stuck together, holding hands. The twins were allowed to roam through Knockturn Alley by themselves; on conditions that they were careful. 

—

Harry held his twin’s hand tightly. He looked around just in case they were being followed, because this was one of the more..dark? Dark places. It was not evil; overall. If someone tried to touch Solange; he would break their arms and lead them to unconsciousness. There were dark cloaks everywhere; and it scared Solange. He could feel the trembling skin against his, in the tight hold. Whispers broke out around the alley, but barely heard. “Sol? You alright?” Harry asked quietly, not to attract more attention. His twin snapped his head to him, and shakily replied. “Y-yeah..” 

The worried look on his twin’s face was evident. He did not like dark places. “Would you like to Diagon Alley? I don’t mind going back,” he carefully asked Solange. Solange  his head reluctantly, and Harry started leading them out of the alley. Harry wanted to see a shop, but his twin’s safety went first. Solange may had been the taller twin, but Harry was the scarier one. His piercing green eyes were void of any emotion; except sharp movements. 

Once they reached Diagon Alley again, Solange led him to a random shop they rushed into. Harry couldn’t even see the shop’s name, before Solange ran to it. It was a nearby shop that was..more near Knockturn than Diagon? It was just a shop in the middle of no where, no worries needed. (oorrrrr?)

It was mid-day already, or so Harry thought. He casted a wandless tempus and checked. It was—7 pm? Welllllll, it’s summer, who’s to blame at all? The store they entered was a random shop with..school? Supplies? NOTEBOOKS. (Harry loves writing, he can write cursive already, even if it’s pretty crooked.) 

Harry wasn’t excited about the Wizarding World overall, he was excited to have another sibling to look after. But that didn’t mean that he would drop his pureblood mask and recklessly defend his twin, he had ways.  Cruel, yes, but there were legal and illegal ways; which Harry used both. He used wandless magic without any struggle at times, supposedly, because a wand was waiting for him already. He already knew the wand he was supposed to get; Boy-Who-Lived or not. Aunt Petunia knew more about wand lore than he’d expected her to, but it was useful, nonetheless. She sometimes drove him to Diagon Alley; but that was once. They accidentally went into Ollivander’s, and a wand (quite literally) flew out of it’s box and landed on Harry’s chest like a magnet. Then Aunt Petunia swore to never go to Diagon Alley ever again because strange stuff happens to Harry all the time. 

There were also secrets that Aunt Petunia, herself, had, about the wizarding world. She was a squib; and unfortunately not accepted into Hogwarts; no matter how hard she tried. Harry did admit when she told him that, he felt pity for her. 

Harry picked up around 15 more intricate designed notebooks, some fancy quills, and fancy ball-point pens with refillable ink. Solange bought similar patterned notebooks and quills; just the opposite colors of the ones that Harry picked. 

Green, light blue, and black note books with silver linings and designs; and a small snake on some. Silver points and designed-quills; with a grey-black feather. 

Red, light pink, and white notebooks with golden linings that curved all around the books, and a small griffin on some of them as well. Golden pointed-quills with a grey-white feather. 

After they paid, people crowded the area around them, noticing Solange, with Harry. Whispers broke out, once more, (“oh—they were so damn loud, they were more like shouts.”) “Who is that next to him?” “..and that boy looks exactly like Solange but different..” Harry glared at them mercilessly, focusing on Solange afterwards, anyway. He seemed uncomfortable. Harry pushed through the slightly more empty left side, and brought Solange through the crowd. Harry found their worried glances from their parents easily. 

“Mother,” Harry said blankly, approaching their parents. Lily turned around quickly and hugged both of the twins tightly. “God, I thought they already suffocated you in that small space..” she mused. “You boys alright? Nothing bad? No injuries?” Lily fussed over the two twins subtly, but not annoying in any manner. Harry turned around to see Solange, and held his question within his gaze. “I’m fine, Harry,” he answered the non-verbal question quietly. Harry sighed in a mix of relief and settlement, then turned around to Lily. He dipped his head slightly down, and replied in a reluctant voice. “We are fine, mother,” 

James looked tired and worried as well, but spoke up. “C’mon, boys, we need your other Hogwarts stuff, wands first?” Both of the twins nodded at the same time, as they headed to Ollivander’s. Ah—wait-Ollivander’s? 

II 。Wounds of a Miracle

Relief ended up coming

Before any sort of joy

Reminiscing, staring at the setting sun

Simply passing through these insignificant days

It’s so unbelievably terrifying 

After they bought their wands, (one wand, really,) they only had Solange’s wand, because none of the wands had worked, and they had to go to another wand shop, because Ollivander had suggested that they went to Knockturn Alley, because Harry’s wand used Cherry wood, basilisk skin, and another mysterious core, which had run out a long time ago. 

Harry had sadly accepted the truth, but it was because he was patient. (and for Solange’s sake) The Potters soon headed to the Magical Menagerie, where it was more quiet than the bustling streets outside. A variety of animals were around the shop; ranging from snakes, cats, owls, practically anything. The moment they actually stepped foot into the shop, there was way too many sounds to possibly comprehend. Hisses, squeaks, jabbers, squawks, etcetera. 

Murmurs of silent words could be translated from the hisses for Harry, but he kept silent about his Parseltongue ability. Only until he was left alone around a few snakes, was when he finally spoke up. Some snakes were just hissing in general, talking with other snakes, or cursing Harry in their own language. One particular serpent interested him apart from the rest. 

Well, it was because it was a highly venomous snake, a Banded krait. Its stripes were white and grey, like an albino? No, Harry never heard about Banded lraits having an albino version. Or did he? He quickly knelt down, taking a look at the hissing snake. Harry thoroughly cleared his throat, and spoke in the serpent’s tongue. 

“Hello, do you have a name, beautiful?” he hissed lowly, just enough for the snake to hear him. The serpent shot up and replied immediately. “Sspeaker? Hatcchling? I have not sseen a sspeaker or a hatcchling ever ssince I wass put in thiss horrid placce. I don’t have a name, whattever you humanss ccall it.” The eyes of the snake were blue; with viper eyes, staring into green ones. “Sspeaker…you are sstrange…”  Harry chuckled quietly, and replied to the albino Banded krait. “Would you like me to take you, then? We ccan ffigure the name ssituation out later..” he offered kindly. 

“Yess! Pleasse! Thiss placce iss not nicce at all! I promisse I won’t bite you.” the albino hissed desperately, placing it’s head near the glass. “I’ll assk my parentss, then,” the snake hissed in gratitude, as Harry lifted the glass terrarium that it resided in. James, Lily, and Solange came out from the back with a black rabbit that had dark red eyes, glaring at the snake which was hissing back. “Harry? Is that it for here? We’re going to Eeylops Owl Emporium, next,” Lily announced softly. 

Harry nodded, placing the cage on the counter along with the rabbit. “Harry? Do you think our pets will get along? I know snakes eat rabbits sometimes,” Solange innocently asked. Harry smiled warily, and reassured his twin. “I’ll make sure my snake won’t, don’t worry, Sol.” 

Solange hugged Harry, to his surprise. His twin’s warm skin almost burned his own skin, which was cold. Harry smiled, and embraced the hug. 

Sirius walked in the store late, to find the twins stuck together once again; in a hug this time. Harry was smiling, and it looked happy. He saw himself and Regulus in the scene, musing mentally. His second godson, had a fucking SNAKE. Oh well. 

Ah,

You’ll find out

Ah,

I want to keep up the act 

I have to smile 

Because the things precious to me will break

I wish for a happy tomorrow 

What do I do about this abyss about loneliness? 

I can’t even scream anymore

My heart seizes up, my head shaking

꒰ঌ 。 ໒꒱

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Sweet bitterness, fond and snowy 

Snow and stars, melodies and strawberries 

Fluffy entity, cozy cotton 

Constellations divide, chaos collides 

Dear ones, sincere ones

III 。Blue Hydrangeas and Pink Lilies 

By the time they were done shopping, the twins’ owls, Hedwig and Dove, were already hungry. Dove was biting Harry nonstop, and Hedwig was nipping at Solange’s hand occassionally. Why did Harry always favor such devilish animals? The rabbit that was Solange’s had a tendency to get lost on purpose when Harry wasn’t around. (it’s because they love him) 

Although it was around post-summer, and pre-fall, many spring flowers were only starting to bloom. Harry narrowed his eyes, looking at a particular-looking flower. It was crystal-clear and had a tint of blue, cyan, and white, fading all in. Its petals’ shapes were like diamonds, or crystals. A tag labeled the bundle of flowers as “winter blooms.” However, Harry’s thoughts were soon cut off by his father’s voice. 

“Looking for flowers already? Fancy anyone, Harry?” James’ voice echoed in his mind, much to his dismay. “No,” he muttered, sticking close to his twin’s side. James raised an eyebrow, amused, but quickly let it go and gave a fond smile to his eldest son. 

Love was a weakness. 

Solange smiled inwardly at Harry’s evident sign of sheepishness, an emotion that his type of character would not have. His twin grew of a dark aura, but that didn’t make Solange like him any less. He, himself, the Boy-Who-Lived, was also somewhat grey. His twin seemed protective of him, he could tell, by the softness in his eyes that only showed around Solange. 

Really, they weren’t twins, because he knew that his brother had the red hair growing out soon, which made him different. It was sad to realize it, but Solange had to cope with it. They were reincarnations of their parents, logically. And if anything; both of them were not Gryffindors. If anything, they were both Slytherins, but Solange had to convince the hat (yes, he had figured it out no sooner than later) to all the other houses besides Slytherin. Solange needed to trick the old coot Dumbledore into believing he was the “Golden Boy” that everyone believed he was. Maybe Ravenclaw or Gryffindor could be it… 

He would really love to be with his older brother, yes, but he had to have the idea of an obnoxious, arrogant, selfish, Gryffindor Boy-Who-Lived. Oh well, now or never. (Sorry Harry, I’ll get resorted later.) 

However, Solange also had a feeling that Harry’s protectiveness might go too far, to illegal rituals and spells…There was a glint in his twin’s eyes that told him that he was dangerous, but not. 

Solange, himself, was also a seer. He had kept it to himself, and only himself for years, prior to this moment. Maybe telling someone else about his little secret after a few years wouldn’t be too bad. 

— 

The floating scythe waved through the air, smoothly slashing Midnight’s left cheek slightly. It started to bleed, and finally, blood dropped. An unkind smile appeared on Asterope’s face, agitating Midnight all the more. 

“Midnight,” a steady voice purred, dripping with way too much enthusiasm.

“Do you yield?”

A trembling breath in the mist, the fog that sealed Midnight’s person entirely. The scythe slashed once more through the mist, only for the fogginess to appear immediately after. There wasn’t a response, because there was nothing to respond to. Midnight recoiled, only just barely dodging the strike. 

It didn’t really matter, no, because Asterope knew the answer. It was always no. 

He grabbed the scythe with his own hand, and dragged it through the mist. The mist existed anywhere Midnight went, on any occasion. Asterope could hear the noise of the blood dripping on the cool, crystal floor. Midnight’s blood was an illuminating white, unlike most mortals’ filthy red. It was what first intrigued him with the enigma. 

Midnight’s steps were always quiet, no matter if he ran, it was no sound. And when they did make sound, it was usually making a melody. He only showed up during the dead of night, which implies his name, Midnight. 

The mist finally evaporated, revealing Midnight’s collasped self. After all these years, and finally. Finally, Asterope was able to force Midnight into revealing himself. Midnight’s hair was solid white, with a few strands of dark blue. His eyes were a midnight indigo, shining brightly with white star pupils. 

His magic aura actually seemed too dark to recognize, as he never had an aura. Midnight was squirming under Asterope’s slow-acting poison from his scythe, writhing from whatever he put on his scythe. He’ll survive, because, he changed the poison to something more…special. It wasn’t painful, it just made him uncomfortable, which Midnight seemed to not take well. 

Breath quivering, body trembling, eyes wandering off into the distance, pupils dilating, looking left and right. Midnight was vulnerable. Weak, not useless, though.

Asterope stabbed his scythe into the crystal ground, and approached the trembling teen steadily. He was already on the floor, just sitting there. Eventually when he got close enough, he kneeled over to face Midnight. Tears unshed, but his face was too pale, really, for crying at all. 

His darling was a incoherent mess, but a beautiful one at that. His white blood stopped dripping, but the white wound was still very clear. 

Would a diagnosis of Stockholm syndrome help? 

Asterope crawled over to Midnight and quickly got to work; by work; a hug. The teen quickly fell into his arms, sobbing quietly. Midnight buried his face under Asterope’s neck, writhing from the poison, shaking from the non-existent pain. 

He looked at his beloved, entangled in his arms. Midnight wouldn’t surrender, but would submit.

This isn’t love

Is this the most ridiculous thing you’ve ever heard?

Denied 

Isn’t it? 

—

Solange gasped for air when he woke up, but only realizing Harry was right next to him, on the side of the bed. He had a book in his hand about the Wizarding..etiquette? And was facing his (for now,) twin. He sheepishly looked away from the attention, and mumbled, “Sorry,” Harry smiled, but looked worried. 

The red hair was starting to show already, surprisingly. “Do you know why my hair is now red and black? It is rather odd,” Harry asked softly, in a teasing tone. “You have all of mother’s genes, silly,” Solange deadpanned, smugly poking Harry in the back of the head. “Ah, but tell me how I can do this,” 

Harry closed his book, and looked like he was concentrating. The red strands suddenly faded and all of his hair was the jet-black that was the same as Solange’s. Solange gaped at the scene, awed, clearly. Harry’s eyes also turned hazel with more concentration, surprisingly. 

“You’re a metamorphmagus, Harry!” Solange exclaimed excitedly, voice hyper. Harry smiled again, and chuckled at the sight of his happy brother. 

“What isss other ssspeaker ssso happy about?” Adoro slithered around Solange’s arm, wrapping around it gleefully. Solange had also reluctantly admitted that he could speak Parseltongue, while they were in a room alone with their pets and owls. 

Armaros hopped onto Harry’s lap, proudly, and glaring at Adoro. “Masster…why ccan’t I eat that sstupid rabbit?” Adoro hissed in malice at Armaros. “Adoro, it’sss because Harry likesss Armarosss.” Solange said sarcastically, rolling his eyes. Harry spluttered on purpose, also reacting sarcastically to his brother’s comment. “I feel ssso betrayed, I thought we were brothersss!” Harry hissed back. 

Harry pet the black rabbit’s head while Solange stroked Adoro’s scales slowly. They continued to talk and talk about the most random things, and Armaros and Adoro joined in. 

“Alssso, massster and young masster, blacck rabbit sssmellss of massster’ss magicc. I think blacck rabbit iss not a real blacck rabbit.” Adoro mentioned at some point, sniffing. Armaros had a terrified look on his face when Adoro said that, and hopped onto Harry’s thigh for backup. Harry had picked the terrified rabbit up and held it in his hands gently, reassuring his snake, but also not. 

“Ahhh…I’m too lazzzy to figure thiss all out at oncce…it’ll be finee..” he hissed lazily, petting Armaros. Adoro slithered down from Solange’s arm, and looked at the black rabbit warily, if that’s what you could call it. The rabbit didn’t hop at all, it just moved away. “Adoro might be right, Harry, your—my rabbit does reek of your magic.” Solange said worriedly, eyeing the rabbit as well suspiciously. 

“I’m alwaysss right!” Adoro hissed smugly. “Why did I get a smug snake.” Solange burst out laughing, because Harry was right. Adoro was a smug and sarcastic snake, disregarding his breed, which is highly dangerous. “We should’ve went to Knockturn Alley…” Harry whined, playing with his curls. 

“But then you’d have to cast a notice-me-not charm on both of us, or—or start throwing hexes as well,” Solange choked out. Harry spluttered. “Hey! Wandless magic is good! The ministry can’t even track it down!” 

“Yeah, but when there’s a Rita Skeeter, the ministry knows everything!” Solange countered half-heartedly. “Oh, that beetle? I mean-her animagus..” Solange nodded quickly. “Mum is so wary of her that she sometimes sets fire on the insects that are like—anything related to beetles.” 

Harry raised an eyebrow, but laughed it off. “Why isss red-haired woman ssscared of fame? I would love to be on the head page….” Adoro commented sharply. “Adoro…that Sskeeter woman iss trassh..Merlin, I think it’ss been in generationss!” 

“Parsel, Sol,” Harry deadpanned, staring at the now-sleeping black rabbit. Its ears were laid back and it looked calmer now. Huh. Solange playfully rolled his eyes, but froze suddenly. What happened? 

Harry heard footsteps up the stairs, and quickly recovered his mask. Solange scurried to ‘sleep,’ and closed his eyes quickly, pulling the covers over his neck. Harry stared at the ajar door suspiciously, but dropped his suspicious looks. 

It didn’t open, but a gust of wind blew through the door and it opened slightly. There was nothing there, in the small gap that was now showing. Harry stood up and walked over to the door and softly closed it, locking the door nonchalantly. 

Silence consumed the room, and Solange looked at the door hesitantly. Harry raised a furrowed eyebrow, while heading back to the spot of Solange’s bedside. “Do you seriously think it’s like—what—a ghost? It would be rather…enticing.” he quietly told Solange. In response, Solange made a ‘humph,’ and returned back to sleep, turning off the lamp. 

Harry stayed by the bedside, humming quietly. 

—

Asterope spun Midnight around, his transparent robes elegantly smoothly spinning around along with Midnight. The emotionless face had a neutral expression; those midnight eyes looking down warily, taking nothing of its surroundings; white hair with strands of dark blue, waving around every now and then; iridescent white wounds, bite marks, bruises, everywhere on his body where it was exposed. 

Midnight’s white eyelashes fluttered lusciously, former white star pupils—amber. He looked up nonchalantly to Asterope, but under those midnights, his eyes absolutely screamed — portrayed —  those four, repeating words.  

“Get away from me.”

His lustful gaze sent shivers down Midnight’s back, threatening him nonverbally. He was spun once more, and the music died down, to Midnight’s relief. Asterope smiled cruelly at Midnight, and spun him for one final time, before gently grabbing him with his arms. Amortentia is a powerful love potion. 

Asterope placed both of his arms behind Midnight’s neck, and tilting his head up to kiss his lover’s forehead.  This is a punishment.

He humbly placed his own head on his dear’s fluffy hair, breathing in the fascinating aroma of peaches and strawberries. Meanwhile Midnight buried in Asterope’s neck warmth, purring quietly in the comforting silence. Midnight sighed as he further buried himself with Asterope’s scent. He smelled like cotton candy…

“I love you, my darling,” Asterope cooed in Midnight’s hair soothingly. Midnight mumbled some random words, slumping his forehead on Asterope’s shoulder lightly. He was squeezed closer to the other possessively in the mean time. 

Midnight was tired. But he just couldn’t sleep without Asterope. 

The stars strayed in the sky, brightening and dimming every now and then. Acubens swayed in the midnight, sadly looking upon Midnight’s unfortunate demise. Midnight sinked into a deep slumber effortlessly, lightly snoring. 

Asterope wanted to do so much with Midnight, it was almost unbelievable. He’s gotten the lot of it done—only up to 43. And he has 238 more to go, if he’s not adding anymore for now. He nuzzles against the soft, illuminating white hair he’s wanted to see for so long. Midnight indigo eyes with star shaped pupils, white eyelashes, and the endearing, pale peach skin.  

Oh, how bad he wants to see his darling on the floor…trembling; begging for mercy; screaming pleas so..transparently. That could just be a punishment lined up for him, though. The Cruciatus curse would not be enough. 

He hums along the silent violin that plays on its own, wrapping Midnight with warm arms. 

—

A familiar fiery red-haired woman walked up to….Wait, Lily Potter?! Didn’t Albus tell her that he would be busy? 

Her expression was beyond rage, and it looked like she was about to commit many crimes. “Albus Dumbledore.” she gritted out angrily. Albus locked eye contact with her, and tried to not roll his eyes. He softened his gaze on Lady Potter, but it didn’t work. 

“Lily, I’m sure I told y—“ 

Before Albus could continue his subtle manipulation, Lily immediately fumed. “DO NOT ‘LILY,’ ME! NOT WHEN YOU LEFT MY POOR BABY HARRY ON THE DOORSTEP OF MY SISTER’S HOUSE! ACTUALLY—SHE LOATHES WIZARDS! I DON’T EVEN KNOW WHY YOU LEFT MY CHILD THERE! I WILL NOT TOLERATE THIS ANYMORE! FIRST, YOU WANT MY SON; WHATEVER HIS TITLES ARE, TO DIE TO KILL YOU-KNOW-WHO FOR THE “GREATER GOOD?” AND NOW YOU LEAVE MY SECOND CHILD WITH MY WIZARD-LOATHING SISTER!” she shouted directly at Albus’ face. 

Ah. He was finally picked up from that place. Albus’ face was pensive, but he flinched at Lady Potter’s rage. “Lily, my d—“ Immediately, he was wordlessly silenced at the point of a wand. Lily was glaring at the elderly man. Her eyes weren’t that of a bright, forest-green eyes were now as killing as the Killing Curse itself. They shone brightly in the dim light, glowing with heat and anger.

“TELL ME, YOU OLD MAN! TELL ME FUCKING WHY YOU PUT MY SON AT MY SISTER’S PLACE AND WHY YOU WANT A CHILD SOLDIER TO WALK TO HIS DEATH WILLINGLY TO KILL VOLDEMORT FOR THE GREATER GOOD!” Lily screamed in a confusion blinded by raging flames of anger. Albus could not even go through her mind, because all he saw was a dead him, in several ways. 

He grimaced at that. 

“TELL ME, YOU OLD COOT! TELL ME WHY? WHY MUST MY CHILDREN BE IN THIS WAR FOR THE GREATER GOOD?” she spat out like venom. A letter from an Anonymous person did warn Albus about something that was coming…

Albus Dumbledore was speechless at the encounter. 

Lily proceeded to warn Dumbledore quite efficiently. “You. You are atrocious, Dumble-fucking-dore. Maniacal. You will not be using ANY of my children, and if I find out you are subtly using them as WEAPONS, I will haunt you in the afterlife when you die, forever, and I will make sure when you die, it will be slow and painful.” 

She walked out, gritting her teeth, and clenching her hands, nails digging into her palm, crescents sinking in. 

I know you’re not the best at words but,

-

you need to think before you speak

-

Although you’re trying to be honest

-

You always say things you don’t mean

 ˚₊‧꒰ა⋆˚   𑁍    ˖°໒꒱ ‧₊˚ 

(I) IV 。 A Mess of Words and a “Perfect” Child

Harry looked out of the window, looking at the decaying flowers, and the blooming ones. The petals of blue variants fell over one-by-one as he followed the falling petals warily. He lifted his right hand and placed it on the glass softly, then eyeing the lilies blooming, popping their petals out. There were many lilies outside in the garden, maybe because of their mother. 

Of all colors, of course, as well. But two specific colored flowers and breed caught his attention. Decaying Blue hydrangeas and Pink love-colored lilies blooming. They stood nearby, some across each other or next to each other. Harry blinked, many arguments brewing in his mind. 

God—if a Legilimens was here…

His bright green eyes betrayed him, as they shed one, singular teardrop. It was translucent and shiny, glinting in the lighting. Harry rubbed his eyes lazily, yawning quietly. 

It was just a few more days until Hogwarts, - a few more days until he can hide himself away and lock himself in a random closet or something - and hopefully be left alone from the media of a ‘look-a-like to the Boy-Who-Lived.’ 

—

Solange was in 12 Grimmauld Place, reading over books of the place…and they were pretty interesting. He did want to delve into the “Dark Arts for Novices” book, but he didn’t want to accidentally use a dark spell in front of the people who thought the savior of the Wizarding World was using (now) ’evil’ spells as the Boy-Who-Lived. Honestly, the audacity of those gits.

He hoped Harry was doing alright at the Potter Manor, since he was home alone, since their parents had to go somewhere. (?) Hopefully, with the strong-ass wards, he wouldn’t be kidnapped or the nonsense of it. Solange had to convince Harry that he was fine alone, especially since he told Harry that he should have a break while looking after Solange 24/7. 

Harry reluctantly admitted while muttering that he was tired - quietly -, but replaced it with subtle, cheery laughter that masked it all. Solange thought that Harry thinks he was too quiet for him to hear, and while that was right, Solange has amazing hearing. 

“Solange! Pup! what do you want for dinner?” Sirius shouted loudly from the kitchen, but calmly. Solange quickly headed down the stairs to the kitchen, drifting off to answer Padfoot’s question. 

The stars are dancing.

My chest is sounding.

When I notice in the distance…

Under the boisterous light of that first magnitude star—

Shall I dance a dance with you?

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(II) IV 。Dark Hazel 

 If you get lonely, find anybody, just get lucky

I loathed to love but it gave me life,

gonna be a smitten mitten til the day you die?

Harry was wearing a light blue sweater, a bit small, but fit nonetheless. The sweater’s collar had a small ribbon bow that was white; holding up a white veil along with it. There was no design on his top clothing, it was rather plain, because of it. He was also wearing a long, dangling earring on his right ear, because he only got a singular piercing. 

While in Diagon Alley, he may or may not had bought makeup…because his lashes were white. 

James gasped in fake shock as he looked at his elder son ‘warily’ up and down. “Oh no! Lils, Padfoot, our Harry is having that day!” their father exclaimed sadly. Lily was laughing softly, and clapping respectfully, in approval. Sirius was laughing alongside Lily uncontrollably, surprisingly. Harry hid his eye bags with concealer, thankfully, so they didn’t see that he was tired as hell. He huffed, as he took a seat next to Solange, sighing. 

Solange smiled at him softly, as they ate breakfast together. Harry reluctantly took a pancake (plain, in fact,) and some fruits. He wanted some sort of caffeination so he would feel more alive than dead. 

“Rough night?” Solange asked gently, a smile still imprinted. Harry fluttered his lashes unconsciously and quickly turned to Solange to nod warily. Solange laughed slightly, eating the sliced strawberries that were cold on his plate. 

Harry silently muttered a wandless ‘Accio’ to summon his perfume that he got from last night. Once he got the relatively small bottle of perfume, he sprayed it on his wrist lazily, as he rubbed the perfume to his other wrist. He was too tired to do the whole process, so he just sprayed it on his sweater. 

Remus came in, and smelled the strong scent of perfume, and backed away. “I thought we didn’t—Lily—do you still use per—fume?” Remus stammered at the strong scent of artificial strawberries and lemon. Harry smugly pocketed his perfume in one of the pockets of his sweatpants. 

“No, I hid them in the basement..” Lily commented vaguely, her face pensive. Solange turned slightly to Harry curiously, eyeing him suspiciously. Harry looked away with a flushed face, embarrassed. It was fruitless trying to hide the fact he was the one using the perfume, because Remus eventually found out the smell was coming off of Harry, based on Solange’s pointed looks. 

-

The last few weeks until Hogwarts flew by both quickly and slowly, with the occasional visits of Augusta Longbottom and Heir Longbottom, which was Neville Longbottom, whose parents were unfortunately in St. Mungos. Harry did really like the boy as a friend, since he was rather interesting. He will absolutely love Herbology when they get to Hogwarts. 

Both of them didn’t particularly communicate when they were with each other, but both were good company for each other. Plus, Solange considered the Longbottom heir to be his best friend, since Neville still visited the Potters over the summers with his grandmother in the past as well, to Harry’s surprise. 

Usually when Solange, Harry, and Neville were together, they’d talk all about Hogwarts and their possible favorite subjects or just life in general. 

And sometimes when Sirius was energetic enough when Neville was there, he’d take them to Knockturn Alley sometimes, just for ‘fun stuff,’ apparently to him..(Remus did not approve of Sirius’ antics) 

And right now, they were all by Platform 9 and 3/4, in front of the pillar, or the entrance to the Hogwarts Express. Or just a pillar in the middle of King’s Cross 9 and 10 Platforms..

They had gotten there early, well, early enough so there’s almost no one at all; muggle or wix, and late enough so the barrier was open. 

Also, during the last few weeks, Solange and Harry bonded enough to make a slight twin connection between them, but it was vague. They could mentally talk to each during occasions, but that was when it was used with more focus than usual. Sometimes, Harry wondered if more of his natural hair become red, would the twin connection stay? Bleh. 

Solange went through the barrier first, running into it with a mischievous look. Hedwig was on his shoulder while they went through, somehow, since she didn’t like the position she was at, on-top of a metal surface. 

Neville gives Harry a worried look warily, making Harry huff generously, and smile gently. “Nev, want me to go first? I’ll be on the other side waiting, then,” Harry offers softly, knowing the boy’s nervousness. 

He nods shakily, and Harry takes his position instead, going through the wall. Once he came out, he found Solange waiting for him and Neville in front of the Express with his cart, smiling when his twin came out. Harry turns around and waits patiently for Neville, humming. Neville comes in with his own cart. Hedwig immediately flew over to Neville and perched on his shoulder, nipping at his cheek affectionately. 

“Hare, where’s Dove?” Solange asked, an eyebrow raised. Suddenly, Dove flew out from behind, perching on Harry’s raven curls. “Right here.” Harry deadpanned with a unnecessarily serious expression, raising a hand to caress Dove’s feathers on his side. Neville beamed sheepishly, as they entered the Hogwarts Express one by one. 

Harry had to (unfortunately) duck while entering the train, because he didn’t want to give his owl brain damage in some form. “Rahhh…I will never forgive you for this, Dove,” he complains. Dove hoots, victorious of the outcome. 

(III) IV 。 Viridescent Emerald

why, when we do our darkest deeds, do we tell? 

they burn in our brains, become a living hell

’cause everybody tells,

everybody tells 

The trio find themselves an empty compartment (which most of them were, anyway) with a great view. (wow, the train station!) Neville goes in the compartment first, sitting down near the window, while Harry takes the seat across from him, Solange taking the seat next to him. Harry did feel bad for Neville, but he couldn’t blame him tor the window view…

Solange found himself wondering about…questionable stuff. He was scared that his twin was going to have many people walk up to him this year, regardless of gender. Solange wasn’t against his twin brother looking attractive, he was against the people who were going to randomly confess in front of the halls..

Oh damn. 

It’s a lot more waiting for more people on the train, and much more time for 11 o’ clock to arrive. Solange is literally taking a nap, lightly snoring in his rest on Harry’s shoulder. Armaros was on his lap, staring at Harry, Harry returning the stare back. 

“Armaros…can you get the blanket? Its folded tiny enough for you to hold it.” Harry whispers to the black rabbit, which in turn, nods reluctantly. It hops off from Harry’s lap, outside the compartment and goes to find the small, (is it transfigured?) blanket. 

Neville, was looking out the window, eyes fluttering, struggling to keep open. Harry chuckled softly. “Nev, you can go to sleep, y’know, the train’s not gonna start in a while from now.” Neville grunts slightly, shaking his head. “Ah-sorry, it’s just so - boring - without..anyone..h-here.” he says. Harry smiles at him for a brief moment, and nodded. 

Armaros returned with a teeny, tiny object in his hands, hopping back onto Harry’s lap to give him the small, transfigured item. Harry quietly thanked the rabbit, stroking its head as a reward. The small cloth quickly turned into a large blanket that was green and had silver stars on one side, and on the other side, was red and had golden stars instead, which was the [now] inside. (“I’m not being biased with the houses! I-I just like green…”) 

Another blanket was on the edge, which was yet another, smaller, fleece blanket. Harry hummed softly, as he took it from the edge. It was light blue on one side with a couple white flower designs on the edges of the blanket, (hydrangeas) and on the other side, was a light red-pink, with a couple white flower designs (lilies) around the edges as well. 

(There was another blanket for Neville that Harry levitated to him, but we don’t talk about that for some reason.) 

Harry casted a Tempus with his wand, the time appearing in bright, blue, color. It was 10:23 AM, September 1st, 1991. He sighed, waving the colorful text away.

Adoro popped his head out, looking curiously at Harry. (in a snakey way) “Massster…are we ssstill on the..” “..train? Yess, we are.” Harry hisses back, petting Adoro’s head. “Ugh. The thing hasssn’t even ssstarted! I’m ssso bored, massster!” Adoro complains. And if you could tell by the tone, he was pouting. “Well, if you go to other ccompartmentss, then you will be cconfissccated and ssent bacck home.” the albino hisses in displeasure, going back into Harry’s robes to slither around in. 

Armaros nuzzled against Harry’s index finger, while Neville’s toad Trevor, stayed next to Armaros on Harry’s lap, glaring. 

There was a hesitant knock on the compartment door, and Harry looked up to see the person. He realized he didn’t have his glasses and picked them up from his side, putting them back on lazily. “Come in,” he sang out, loud enough for the person to hear. The compartment door slid open, and a blonde - almost white - haired boy came in, with a blank look on his face. “May I sit here?” the boy said. Harry assumed that it was the Malfoy heir, according to some pages of his mothers’ notes. 

Such instances as ; ‘Malfoy - of course - and Potter keep getting into fights. Potter once turned Malfoy’s white-blonde hair into..pink. I saw Sev with an annoyed l…’ 

Harry nodded slightly, as the boy made his way next to Neville, who was taking a small nap with the blanket he had. “Well met, then, I presume, Heir Malfoy?” he said formally. Heir Malfoy nodded, greeting him back. “Well met, Heir…” “Potter.” he finishes, humming. The Malfoy heir’s eyes widen ever-so-slightly, and smirks. “Draco,” he offers. 

Harry smiles fondly, offering his name as well. “Harry, and this is Neville Longbottom and my twin.” he said, pointing to Neville and Solange, fluttering his eyelashes purposefully. (is it supposed to be seductively? surely not..) 

“Solange Potter?” Draco jumps, excited. Harry sighs, and nods. “Sorry, I knew that Solange Potter was going this year but I didn’t think I’d meet him asleep..” he apologized sheepishly. “It’s fine, we came pretty early so these two are asleep,” 

Draco nodded, surprisingly agreeing with them. “I would’ve fell asleep if I came so early, as well. Anyway, do you know what house you’re going to be in? I’m definitely going for Slytherin,” 

Houses? Harry hasn’t actually thought about it.. “I don’t mind any house, I’m more worried about my brother’s house.” he replied thoughtfully. “He’s quite Slytherin, if you ask me,” he shrugged nonchalantly. 

Solange groaned in his sleep, tightening his hold on Harry’s elbow. Harry sighed tiredly, and raised a hand to ruffle his twins’ hair playfully. Draco shrugged it off.

Can’t you hear it, hear it, calling it your name? 

The possibilities unlimited just drive me insane! 

Inside a room all by myself,

Laptop, table, bed, and nothing else!

And by now, the train was starting..and Draco, too, was dazing off to unconsciousness. Harry shook his head, and started to wake up Solange. “Hey, Sol, wake up, the train’s starting,” he murmured to Solange, whose eyes were pinching open. “Draco, can you wake up Neville, as well?” Harry asked quietly. Draco groaned, as his eyes fell open, and he was waking up Neville. 

“Longbottom, wake up,” he said loudly. Neville was also starting to wake up, but more gracefully than Solange. Neville’s eyes fluttered open, as he yawned with a hand over his mouth to contract the sound. 

Solange was awake, but half-conscious. “Do I have to wake upp…” Solange whined. Harry pinched Solange’s cheeks, making his react. “..fine, I’m up..” he yawns as well, hazel eyes barely open, and still tugging on Harry’s arm, snuggling in the warm blanket.

“Seriously, if you didn’t wake up, you’d wake up when the train is stopping, Sol,” Harry deadpanned. 

Neville laughed half-heartedly, giggling along with it. Draco twitched momentarily at the sight of a half-awake Boy-Who-Lived. 

“Well..he’s more Slytherin when he’s awake,” and Solange groaned. 

Ah, I can’t sleep, so I might as well put it to the tune of the night breeze

and sing to the moonlight and to the sea 

The melody retreats and the beat returns

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V 。Treacle Tart 

She’s just the cutest, isn’t she..?

What? Really? You think I’m cuter…?

Aw, thank you for the compliment!

You’re so sweet, So-and-So

 [ Y’all are so easy lol ]

[ Every single one of you are fools! ]

The train ride was relatively boring for Harry, as he read randomly picked books, mostly potions books, defence against the dark arts, yada yada. Every now and then - at least one person came to their compartment. However, Draco just told them to get lost; in the most nice (get out, you’re not welcomed! Filthy intruders..) way possible! 

An elderly lady with a trolley full of all sorts of things also came by and asked them if they wanted anything, and boy, Solange and Draco both share a sweet tooth..

Harry got a few cauldron cakes and jelly slugs to share with Neville, while Draco and Solange got some Pumpkin Pasties, Chocolate Frogs, and a singular box of Bertie Bott’s Every Flavor Beans to share with the whole group.  

Harry sighed, as the other three talked fondly about Quidditch and all sorts of stuff…poor Neville. 

As they argued about their favorite teams, Harry pulled out a few nail polish bottles, light blue, white, dark blue, silver, and iridescent white. He settled down as he put Armaro on his side, observing Harry. Harry twisted the brush out, and started painting his nails professionally. The scent of the nail polish went around the room, unfortunately. Harry painted his left index nail the dark blue, while he went with random colors for his other nails. 

Right hand

Thumb - Light Blue 

Index - Silver

Middle - Iridescent White

Ring - Light Blue

Pinky - Dark Blue

Left hand

Thumb - White

Index - Dark Blue

Middle - Light Blue

Ring - Iridescent White

Pinky -  White 

Harry sighed as he finished painting his nails, carefully twisting the last brush-lid(?) back into the nail polish bottles with his fingertips. Draco was still talking with Solange, while Neville was also looking at Harry. 

“Do you always paint your nails, Harry?” Neville asked sheepishly, turning his head slightly. Harry smiled and answered his question. “Mhm, sometimes I do it in secret because sometimes I steal mum’s white nail polish,”  he said, playing around with his own white nail polish. 

Neville gave him his own smile, and nodded. 

The window was half-open, so there was a gush of cold wind that went in the compartment, immediately reacting with the nail polish. Harry hummed a muggle song from a love movie as he waited patiently for his nails to dry. 

—

A few good hours had passed already, the sun’s setting long done and the moon’s rise was indefinite. (Ugh! Why is it on the other-damn side! It’s literally 6, and it’s not even winter yet!) Neville was once again asleep, knees up to his chest, and his head on his knees. 

Dove was still on Harry’s head, messing his beautiful, groomed black locks up, making it become a similar bird’s nest style to his twin’s. Harry groaned, as he shuffled the sides of his hair neatly, or as neatly as he could even get.

Invenies eos, pereunt

Harry ran his thumb against the window, running against the cold pane slowly, caressing, almost. He could see the station not so far away from here, so he started to wake up Neville nonchalantly. “Nev, wake up, we’re almost there,” he quietly murmured, loud enough for Neville, quiet enough for Draco and Solange to not hear. 

“Draco,” he already has his robes on. “oh nevermind, - Solange, get changed into your robes, I can literally see like the smallest peck of the castle, so we’re definitely getting off soon.” 

Solange huffed dramatically as he followed his older twin’s command ‘reluctantly,’ earning him a smile, which he did not take seriously. 

Harry had made special requests for his own cape (cloak, Solange, you’re being American! not that it’s bad anyhow. congrats) to have small, silver stars that were at the ends of his cape (IT’S A CLOAK!) that went a few inches up, fading along the black. He also wanted Solange to have golden stars on his (IT’S A CAPE!) as well, which Madam Malkin kindly snuck in, of course, to his delight. 

And his younger twin had no idea! Oh, how long he had wanted to prank someone..with a dead serious face. Living in a household of 4/5 of pranksters made him want to prank someone as well, honestly. 

While Solange was changing into his robes, Harry took out his hidden white eyeliner and iridescent mascara, opening the eyeliner first, quickly getting to work with the tiny mirror he had on his hidden crystal bracelet. He quickly did his right, and then his left; with more effort. Harry closed the eyeliner container, and pocketed it somewhere in his robes..(I swear, you’re like Hagrid, Harry!)  Opening the white mascara, he fluttered his eyelashes, and applied the iridescent white sort-of thick mascara, quickly removing access from his eyelashes. 

Harry groaned, muttering a curse under his breath as he fluttered his right eyelashes, and went to work on his left instead. He shook his head, sighing, and applied the mascara onto his eyelashes once more, trying not to twitch or something. Looking into the small mirror, he nodded as he finished with the eyeliner and mascara. 

Also pocketing the mascara, he brought out a third item he sneaked into his sleeves. A circular, flat, makeup container with blue powder that had some iridescent white flecks, and other variants of blue..oh gosh. 

“Arghh..forgive me Aunt Petunia..” Harry muttered, pinching a bit of the glitter-fleck-powder and sprinkling, sprinkling it on his eyelashes. He blinked unconsciously, ignoring the light sting the glitter caused.

Draco was the first after Harry to exit the compartment, bored. His eyes widened when he saw Harry some how wearing make-up. Makeup! Seriously, what’s next? Perfume? Wait, no, Solange already told Draco about the perfume incident. Harry was kind of attractive..or pretty. Wait, what?! Malfoys don’t—

“Draco? Are the others done, yet?” Harry asked, tilting his head. “O-oh, no, but I think they’re almost finished,” Draco replied nervously. Dammit! Malfoys aren’t ne—

The compartment door slides open loudly with a changed Neville and a ‘hmph’ing Solange. Harry noticed the golden stars, and twitched, trying so hard not to laugh. However, the..wait what? Yeah, the train’s doors opened and people started flooding out. Thankfully they were near the fron…well, they had to get going or else they won’t be in the front anymore! 

Harry quickly dashed towards the exit, with the other three following shortly. By the time they were out of the train, they could hear a loud voice. “Right, then! First years! This way, please! Come on, now, don't be shy! Come on now, hurry up!” Rubeus Hagrid, the groundskeeper. “ ‘ello, ‘Arry, Solange,” he greets suddenly, Solange waving back cheerily, and Draco ‘humphing.’ 

Solange was the first to notice the guy was Hagrid. (“Wahaha! You guys owe me a game of chess!”) 

The lot of first years steered toward the direction of the groundskeeper, following him to a large lake, with many boats. (“I bet it was thousands.” “No way! It was hundreds,”) ‘The Black Lake’ or the ‘Great Lake’ it was called. 

There were many sounds of awe in the crowd from the first years, echoing, almost, from the luxurious sight of the Hogwarts castle in the distance, literally singing with magic. 

As Hagrid led them all into the boats, Neville, Draco, Solange, and Harry took up one of the more sturdy boats, not too wobbly. Once everyone (hopefully, because I don’t want someone suddenly missing on the first day, and I have to deal with part of it..) got onto the boats, they all of a sudden started to (it’s magic, Sol, what’d you expect?) move, steering towards the castle. 

Harry was void of his surroundings, feeling increasingly dizzy, for some unknown reason. His head throbbed at the singing magic that welcomed him, but quickly shook it off to not worry his brother increasingly. Sighing, he continued with his makeup, (Hey, makeup isn’t that expensive!) lipstick, concealer, yada yada. He started with the light heather pink lipstick, smoothly applying it to his slightly crusty lips. (“I blame it because of the wind!”) 

He patted the color down, dampening the strong color slightly effectively. Harry didn’t have to use his mirror, he knew how to use lipstick very well. [Obviously] tucking the lipstick away, he pulled out a similar shaped bottle of concealer, opening it and smudging some on his palm to check. The concealer went on a bit roughly, but it eventually covered. 

Grabbing an actual small mirror out, he started to conceal some of his almost-invisible eye bags, and blending some of his dark spots in. Of course, he didn’t use too much, since it wouldn’t be entirely convenient. The other three talked on and on like they did at the train, but only for a short amount of time now, since they were approaching the castle. Harry pocketed his mirror and his concealer, sighing.

Lips thinned, as the lipstick smudged against top and bottom lip. On another side - somehow, Harry saw it - the Giant Squid splashed water with one of it’s tentacles, playing around with one of the first years near it. There were, indeed, mixed reactions from those who had seen the mollusc, which Harry couldn’t particularly identify as ‘individual emotions…’ 

Solange, Neville, and Draco were all zoned in about the sorting, whatever they were talking about..

When it rains, my heart resonates 

So much that it hurts

God must be the same as me 

I wonder if my stronger self,

The one beyond the tears,

will be able to become the sun.

As the latter of first years entered the castle with Hagrid leading them up a staircase, a stern-looking woman (which Harry only presumed to be Professor McGonagall,) was at a higher level of the stairwell, tapping her fingers on the stone railings patiently, greeting the first years. ‘Welcome to Hogwarts’ and all that stuff. 

“Welcome to Hogwarts. Now, in a few brief moments, you will go through these doors and join your classmates. But before you can take your seats, you must be sorted into your houses. They are Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, and Slytherin. While you're here, your house will be like your family. Your triumphs will earn you points. Any rule breaking, and you will lose points, (“in some form,” she muttered.) At the end of the year, the house with the most points is awarded the house cup.”

With that, Professor McGonagall walked inside, not permitting the first years entrance just yet. A small chatter started to form, excited, mostly. Harry could hear things from “Hogwarts : A History” spewing out from a female voice, and not to be rude, but it sounded like it was kind of annoying..Blahhh..that’s no fun! 

Professor McGonagall came back shortly after, permitting them entrance with a steady “We’re ready for you now.” 

A hat, much like the pointy hat that Professor McGonagall was wearing right now, was placed on a stool, where they were led to be in front of it. A sorting hat? Oh wow, then he better loosen his shaky ass shields he has up. Not that the hat won’t be able to penetrate through his barriers..ugh.

“Wait along here, please, and before we begin, Headmaster, or Professor Dumbledore, would like to say a few words.” she said, strictly eyeing down some of the first-years, making some of them shudder.   

Harry looked up to see Albus Dumbledore, or the Headmaster behind..something? Dunno. Looked like a statue of a rectangle like object with a phoenix on it..both were literally gold or something. He started his silly speech, all the while Harry exchanged some mental words to his twins, right next to him, calling Dumbledore ‘silly’ and ‘mad’ all the while he said something about the third-floor corridor on the right-hand side was out of bounds to everyone who did not want to die a most painful..DEATH?!? This old man is crazy! 

‘Sol, If you go there, I will strictly strip you of your desserts and sweets for the rest of the year.’ he deadpanned, staring into his twins’ eyes seriously. Solange had an innocent smile painted on his face, which made Harry groan quietly. 

 “When I call your name, you will come forward. I will place the sorting hat, and you will be sorted. Abbott, Hannah.” she started, and a girl with blonde hair stepped forward, and the hat was placed on her head. A few seconds passed until the hat (It’s screeching, Solange! Dammit!) shouted, “HUFFLEPUFF!” the sorting proceeded onward.

“Bones, Susan.” 

“HUFFLEPUFF!”

“Boot, Terry.

”RAVENCLAW!” 

“Bulstrode, Millicent.” 

“SLYTHERIN!” 

“Corner, Michael.” 

“RAVENCLAW!” 

Some others got sorted, which Harry didn’t pay attention to, but the next person got his attention.

“Swanfell, Delicato.” A boy with caramel brown hair and viper grey eyes walked up. An ivy crown, a black one with a rose. Crowned vampire talisman, grey, with one singular green lemon earring that had a leaf the same Slytherin green color. A few seconds passed by, turning into minutes. Harry could almost hear it humming, before it finally made it’s choice after a brief 10 minutes. 

“Slytherin.” it didn’t shout this time. That guy is definitely a crowned vampire..

More applauses, shouts, whatever their fellow housemates did. Honestly, what a bummer. Neville was sorted into Hufflepuff, earning cheers from his now fellow housemates. What was funny, however, was that when the hat barely touched a strand of Draco’s hair, it immediately shouted; “SLYTHERIN!”

And now it was sadly his turn. “Potter, Harry.” Harry tucked his mirror back into his mysterious pockets, and going up to the small platform, to receive no words from any house, except a mischievous smile from Draco, which Harry replied with a flutter of his lashes. He was seated, and the hat was on him. 

“Hmmm..oh? I wasn’t expecting you, Mr. Harry Potter. Oh my..you are certainly both cunning and ambitious, yet you have are intelligent and wise, while still loyal to your brother, facing anything that stands in your brother’s way..hmm…” 

‘Seriously, I will burn you down if I am placed in another house that doesn’t have Solange in it.’ he deadpanned with only a just of humor. 

“Wow, very threatening. Anyway, Gryffindor is crossed off, you’re not daring enough..and Hufflepuff is in the shadows. Then it only leaves us with Ravenclaw and Slytherin, hum?” 

Minutes passed by, and he still wasn’t sorted. The audacity of this hat! ‘Anyway, do you have a name? Can I name you if you don’t?’ 

“No, sadly I don’t. What would your recommendations be?” 

“Smoothie.” he muttered out loud, intentionally.

“Well, in that case, you are free to visit me in Dumbledork—dore’s..office. I cannot assure you that your brother will also be with you in…”

”SLYTHERIN!!” Harry blinked, and scoffed, waving it off in a girly manner, muttering his thanks to the hat anyway for the great conversation. There was silence, before some polite applause began from Neville, and some of the Slytherin table, which included Draco and Swanfell. 

Now it was his brother’s turn. He could only hope that he was right about his brother being a Slytherin when awake…

VI 。White Chocolate Raspberry Soufflé 

Don’t treat me like an idiot,

It’s getting annoying

♢

I’m gonna say goodbye to the rock-and-roll you

For so long,

I’ve been trapped by you. 

I’ve always longed

for that stage 

But since my pencil lead broke,

All my 

efforts ended up half-hearted.

Harry stared at his brother warily, and peeked through their twin connection. It was thinking about placing him in Ravenclaw..’Hey Sol, you alright?’ he sent to his pale brother, who sent a message back. ‘Yep, I also agree with the same name as Smoothie. But I need Dumbledore to think I’m his golden boy…’ 

Twenty minutes passed, but Harry knew he was just about to get sorted. He snorted at the thought of Solange arguing with Smoothie, but quickly rubbed it off when his heart started to beat faster, as he heard Smoothie shout the house; 

“SLYTHERIN!” Silence, before loud applauses spread around the Slytherin, and some people chanting ‘WE GOT THE POTTERS! WE GOT THE POTTERS!’ He could not express how he felt. Harry was ecstatic, smiling at his brother who was approaching the empty seat next to him, looking pale, and sighed. ‘Sol, it’s fine, you can make him still think you are the ‘golden boy’ in public..’ he thought gently, trying to comfort his distressed brother. “Arghh…You’re right, Smoothie is kind of funny, though.” he huffed. Draco was still Draco, but somehow happier..

Ron ended up in Hufflepuff with Neville, a boy named Irano Solaria with black hair and bright pink eyes who was sorted into Slytherin, and Blaise Zabini, who had also been sorted into Slytherin. 

Alas, the mad goat said his words with some bird-sounding words, and got a MASSIVE applaud for it. Harry put some food on his twins’ plate, as he was unable to with all the stress on his shoulders. “Sol, eat, I’ll take Adoro with me if it gets a bit serious, don’t worry. Also, I’m kind of sad there’s no international desserts or foods here..frozen lemons on angel cake is delicious,” 

Suddenly, Solange pulled his hand back. Oh right. Heir rings. “Damn, someone’s trying to potion me so badly, it’s going to break my heir ring!” Solange exclaimed, hissing in the burning temperature of the ring. Solange had the Gryffindor heir ring, just on his index, while Harry had the Slytherin and Potter heir ring, which was already warming up. “Well, there’s kitchens for a reason, am I not wrong? I’ll sneak some food later with the invisibility cloak. Also, you should inform Professor Snape about it, since he’s the Potions professor-and a Potions master.” 

Solange shook his head and sighed, while Harry turned to the teacher table to find Dumbledore in the middle, sitting throne-like on his seat, staring at Solange and Harry. Harry tightened his shields as much as he could, glaring at Dumbledore, who had a disturbed look. ‘Get out of my head, and stop trying to control my brother, bitch,’ he thought viciously, holding back a snarl, turning back around.

Harry sniffed, as he crossed his arms, trying to eat his food. Apparently that was potioned as well! “Oh. My. God. Why does Dumbledore want to control us or something? Both of my rings are burning!” Harry groaned, actually hungry. “I was hungry, too, and apparently, I have to get double portions now. Wonderful.” he muttered, fueled with anger. Solange scoffed playfully, as he pushed his plate, which made it vanish. Harry only had to think to make it go away. 

“Didn’t mum have a huge argument with Dumbledore? Like, dad was also really angry as well, since they found out that Albus was illegally stealing money somehow..” Solange asked with intrigue, a finger under his chin in thought. 

“Mhm. I did find that a while ago when I went to Gringotts with Aunt Petunia,” Harry agreed solemnly, also half-heartedly in a way. 

In response, Solange snorted quietly, waiting for the desserts to see if they were potioned as well. And it seems like they were! Oh well, no dinner and dessert for them. Solange groaned in frustration, as Harry realized his treacle tart wasn’t potioned. “Sol, here, mine isn’t potioned, I think, since my rings are fine,” he said, lifting a spoonful of treacle tart to Solange’s mouth. 

Reluctantly, he ate it, as Harry fed him, because he knew that Solange didn’t want the sweets they got on the Hogwarts Express. “Blimey, I feel like Ron and Draco were also potioned..” Solange mentioned darkly. 

Harry nodded, as he went to check it for Draco and Ron. “Dray, do you feel anything different, if you ate your food or desserts?” he asked Draco softly, noticing the disdainful expression on his face. Draco sniffed, turning his head around. “My heir ring was burning.” he answered. “Oh damn,” Harry said, turning to Ron who was behind him. “Ronn! D’yah feel any different? Draco, me, and Solange’s food were potioned with stuff. 

Ron turned around with a smile to Harry, and answered curiously. “I ate some of Neville’s. Mine didn’t smell right, for some reason. Dumbledore, innit?” Harry nodded. “I thought you were a big Dumbledore fan, but okay..” 

Harry and Ron met one day while the Weasleys were visiting all of a sudden, and he seemed interesting. He was the youngest son they had, with a younger, single daughter, and like; five other brothers. However, only Percy, Fred, George, and Charlie were there. Charlie said that Bill was doing some stuff, since they both worked. Bill as a curse-breaker for Gringotts, Charlie working with dragons in Romania. 

Ron was sort of wary of Dumbledore, but was pretty much a fan. He said that Bill was in the Burrow (their home) once, and noticed the difference in his little brother’s aura, leading him to find potions and spells on him that had lots of things.

Dessert time was finished, as Dumbledore instructed the Prefects to lead first years to the common room, introduce them, yada yada.   

Harry and Solange were stuck together holding hands, since Harry was so paranoid someone would sneak up on them and literally use the Killing Curse or crucio them, which was highly impossible. While following the group of Slytherins, Harry sighed in frustration, while walking with Solange. “Do you wanna call Quartée after, then? She makes the best food and desserts,” he offered subtly to Solange, who smiled, which meant ‘yes, of course!’ Harry scoffed, but not replying properly. 

“Honestly, I think I’ll take something different this time, like a Blueberry Lemon Cheesecake and multiple King Crab tartlets, in fact. I’m feeling sort of fancy now, y’know what I mean, Sol?” 

Solange groaned, but agreed to a White Chocolate Soufflé and Garlic Butter-Grilled Steak and Shrimp, ‘hmphing.’ Harry laughed a bit, but was steady enough to enter the Slytherin common rooms, sadly to Solange’s dismay. 

Things like dreams,

how can I find them? 

Please tell me,

I thought

I was being a good kid

I had perfect attendance at school,

and I worked hard at clubs, too

My test scores 

weren’t so bad either,

But the blindfold is too tight, it won’t come off. 

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VII 。Heartaches 

꒰ঌ ♢ ໒꒱

Being low as dirt,

taking what’s

important from me 

Crawling on the dirt, so filthy,

not looking pretty at all! 

Look at me, 

The wings that you praised

They’re beautiful, aren’t they? 

Falling that fast, 

That “sorry” doesn’t reach you..

I really love you! 

The “you” of mine, 

Regrets, regrets, regrets,

Midnight’s folding fan was stretched out, the patterns on the midnight blue part with silver stars, iridescent from the midnight sky. He snapped it close, and pointed it at the person that just threatened him, the magic clearly stanching the stranger’s magic to unfold. “Tell me, whoever you may be, what gives you the right to threaten me?” mused Midnight in a soft tone. 

The mist on Midnight was strong, and was ready to explode on itself. Midnight sighed, his eyelashes fluttering with boredom. “Obliviate.” he whispered, point his closed fan to the person, finger also pointed aligning with the fan. Midnight opened his fan once again waving it back and forth. Apparating out of there, he landed on a purpleish-blue meadow, which was empty and filled with white roses all over the place. 

The moon was in perfect view, just an inch away from the full moon. Midnight gritted his teeth, paranoid, suddenly. He knew someone was here. Of course the wards were reacting weirdly, too. “What do you want on my meadow?” Midnight’s white hair shone with iridescence on this night, his dark blue strands curled carefully. Midnight indigo eyes gazed over the meadow, the thick mist covering him.  

Kneeling, way too nonchalant for a chaotic night like this. Ah, Asterope, that annoying guy..

He had blonde hair that was almost as the same color of the moon when it was white, shimmering, and waving from the breezes of air that hit every now and then. Midnight warded the meadow specifically with Blood Magic, practically letting only himself in, no matter if they were related to Midnight or not. Either way, everyone in his family died off because of Midnight’s death aura. 

Or that’s what they called it..

”Perfume is a fragrant liquid..” Midnight muttered, looking at the sky, dazed. Clearly, his eyes were shining with an unrequited joy from years ago. Well, there isn’t someone who return that feeling back anymore, is there? 

There was a collection of many wisteria trees, the wind blowing some (MANY) petals off, some in the air, most on the ground. They were as purple as the meadow’s lush grass swaying around. 

“Who are you, Midnight?” Asterope asked darkly, a glint of curiosity in his eyes. Midnight hummed. It was a long time since he abandoned his name. And there was a lot to scramble with his name, since he made a riddle for these kind of occasions. 

“Falce.” he drawled out. He’d let Asterope climb up through his vague clues, but there’s definitely no way he’s letting people know he’s alive! (unless Asterope is smart enough, which he doubts) His family is literally dead, and the others believe he is as well! Hence why he is forever living as Midnight, the dusk? Ble. 

Midnight would bet a single knut from his mother’s bank account (which she has none..) that he won’t find out! He’s got too many things to do. Mysterious hero stuff, and public villain things. 

Vile paperwork with the goblins, really, just to keep his identity. 

(We! Are! STAR☆T☆RAIN)

(Check! Now! Come on! Come on! Come on! Come on!)

(We! Are! STAR☆T☆RAIN)

Delicato swayed around, sprinting around, a tight hold on his notebooks, breath hitching. Classes already started, but he was way more worried about other things, as well. After all, he was called ‘smart’ when he was younger by his late parents. Not like he needed them anyway. (Who knew murder could be so fun?) 

He knew he had a mate; because his rose would’ve been white if he didn’t have one. And oh how damn much he does not want a mate, he will have to have one, anyhow. The thing is, his rose has been flashing green whenever he’s in class..and when he’s with this one idiot; Irano Solaria. (Sadly) And of course, Delicato did not believe it, because since Day 1 of Hogwarts, he was an introvert, and if you could call him this, but, he’s a cold person. 

Being a crowned vampire wasn’t so bad, since he didn’t necessarily need blood to survive, but eventually he would need blood from his mate, of course. Delicato always had a sense of self-preservation, but he was sometimes a Hufflepuff as well..but who could blame him? 

When Delicato first got a mate, he became a bit..traumatized.

‘I HAVE A MATE?!’ Young Delicato cried with a choked expression. His mother, Aurora Swanfell née Zhangtee, shook her head and sighed. Her son would have to get used to the idea of having a mate, since he’d have to feed on their blood, eventually. Delicato’s father ruffled his son’s hair, trying to untangle his messy, caramel curls. 

Delicato’s father was Svano Kama Swanfell, a Pureblood vampire as well. He could be manipulative around his son, but that’s (not.) alright! And seemingly so, Delicato learned to grow up more quicker, with no one but himself and the house elves to help, since most of the time his parents spent time at Church..

’Darling, you do. It is very rare, but—‘ Svano narrowed his gaze at his wife, who trembled beneath his eyes. Their son was a crowned vampire, which was rare, and while they were rare, having a mate while being one was even more rarer and sacred, and Svano did not need his wife trying to sway his son away from his blessing. The ivy crown that Delicato had was black, as well as his mate rose. 

Svano walked out of the room, to grab something. 

Aurora immediately tried warning his innocent son about his dangerous father. ‘Dear, Delicato, listen to me, you have to run away from here. It’s not safe, since your father is..’ She stopped, because she heard her husband’s quiet footsteps, eyes wide. Shit. 

‘Mum? Are you alright?..” he heard his mother’s warning, but tried to forget it, since he didn’t want his mother in danger. She smiled at him warily, and nodded. Delicato didn’t believe his mother, because she was never alright.  ‘Son.’

Delicato froze. His father’s serious tone scared him. ‘Yes, Father?’ he gulped, trying not to shiver under his father’s gaze. ‘Office, now.’ Svano said with a sickly sweet smile. Uh oh. Delicato nodded swiftly, heading to his father’s office. He didn’t notice Svano’s smile turn down, while a maniacal laugh was echoed. 

-

‘Father? I-is Mother alright?’ Delicato asked his father, who was running his fingers through his curls, and using a comb to get out some more tangles. His father only hummed, with no direct answer. Delicato swore he heard screams, but he was too scared to go outside of the office. 

‘Ah, she had a little accident…’ he trailed off. ‘She’s with some healers, now,’ ‘ unfortunately.’ he muttered under his breath. Delicato’s breath hitched. Did his father hurt mother? Delicato doesn’t like it when it’s only his father and him. ‘Your mother will be alright. While she’s healing, I’ll get some time with you, hmm?’ Delicato tried so hard not to wince or flinch, as his father dried his hair with a soft towel. 

Delicato’s eyes went wide, as his sharp viper pupils dilated. He bit his tongue. Delicato didn’t want his mother to die, since then he’ll be left with his scary father all alone, and she seems scared of him as well. 

‘Zephir,’ his father called. The house elf was summoned with a silent ‘crack,’ bowing, as a small smirk appeared on Svano’s face. ‘What does Master Svano need?’ the elf asked. ‘Tell the priest that I’ll be staying home for a while, since Aurora is injured..’ Zephir left with a crack while bowing. 

‘Delicato, do you know why I was in love with your mother when we were younger?’ Svano purred. He had inherited his mother’s caramel hair, while he had his father’s dark, grey eyes with the tint of blue that his mother had. There was no answer, because Svano didn’t need one. His son was shaking, from panic, he presumed. ‘There is no need to panic, son,’ he paused.

‘You know, having a mate is sacred, Delicato.’ 

And of course, that was only a month and a few weeks before he murdered the whole church..(and we don’t talk about that, since apparently, he only did it for his mother) Of course, when he warned the priest of his father, he brushed it off, which led to ‘The Massacre of Insanity,’ as he called it. Most people who know of it would think everybody there died, which considerably, is true. 

But, unfortunately, as much as Delicato wished it were to be true, not everybody died. That included his father and a few unlucky healers. And while Delicato did get sent to a local magical children’s orphanage, he had to return to his father’s manor this summer, as he had fully recovered..

Oh well. 

VIII 。　⁎̯͡⁎༄ ☆

Professor Snape appeared out of no where, and eyed the Potter twins harshly. Solange smiled at him, a mischievous glint in his amber-sun eyes, raising an eyebrow. Harry huffed in disappointment, as he sent the Potions Master an apologetic look. Sometimes, Severus visited them, for reasons of his own. (“It’s probably because of mum!” “Solange! Be respectful to Professor Snape’s opinions!”) 

The two Potter twins seemed so different, yet they still liked each other. Severus could see strands of red hair in Harry’s raven androgynous hair, and those same green, forest eyes that somehow held the same emotion when he had met Lily. Based on Lily’s descriptions, Harry seemed to be a bit more feminine, while Solange was doing his Boy-Who-Lived stuff. 

-

At some point, Harry had wanted to wear a skirt just to spite some Gryffindors that were bullying Solange (randomly when they crossed paths)..occasionally. Harry and Solange always stuck together, especially because of the house prejudice. And not-so-surprisingly, people who walked anywhere near Solange with the intention of harm, will get hurt with a wandless jinx or hex of sort from Harry. (“From now on, since your silly—I mean, your silliness keeps getting you in trouble or getting hurt!”) 

“Humph.” Harry huffed in disapproval, not surprised that Solange had already gotten into a fight only a few hours in being in Hogwarts. 

Solange pouted with puppy eyes, trying to get Harry to forgive him. “Seriously! You cannot just get into a duel so soon, and plus, we’ll lose way too many points if we’re caught! On the contrary, you should rest since classes are starting tomorrow, Sol! Also,” Harry brought “some” books out of his trunk nonchalantly. “If we have classes, and because I just know you haven’t read anything about Potions, here!” the tall pile of books plopped on the carpet, leaving a wood kind of smell. Solange eyes widened and he gaped in disbelief. 

“All of that?! This is absolute torture !” he cried. “Psah! Just read the first 5 books and then throughout the year read the others! Sever-Professor Snape is probably going to be questioning us or something like that, and I know you suck at potions! No offense.” Solange sniffed in disbelief, and picked up the first book at the top of the pile, Magical Drafts and Potions by Arsenius Jigger and another one which was Potions Opuscule by Arsenius Jigger once again. 

“Well, those are pretty short, so—“ “THEY’RE OVER 600 PAGES?!” Solange shuddered, and Harry, in turn, rolled his eyes. “Hey, my ambition is to get you good grades.” Solange almost choked on that sarcastic retort. “Did the hat suggest you for Ravenclaw?” he deadpanned. “Yeah, buttttt…yeah, never mind, Smoothie said I was still cunning and had a few ambitions.” 

“I’m calling it Ethereo now.” Solange declared proudly. Harry just rolled his eyes and picked up a book from the bottom of the pile, turning the cover to read it. 

-

Everyone cheered on, but quickly, silence was all that lingered. The light-pink beams of spotlight shone suddenly, and a person walked through. Dark, dark, red-pink hair, stunningly green eyes. She (we’ll get to that one, eventually.) had a white moon accessory that reflected a pink iridescence in the light, and a pink outfit that was close to bright pink, but also far. A cherry pink and white outfit, with light-pink and white boots that jingled from silent bells. 

She had a headset with a microphone, almost invisible on her dark hair. There was a luscious scent of peach, strawberries, cherries, and almost anything you can describe as sweet. Perfume’s hair was set up in two separate, slim ponytails, while the rest of her hair was slipped down with grace. A half-mask with a half-way cracked design that almost represented a phantom mask if it weren’t for the pink l and ☆ on the white mask, the same cherry pink. 

Bangs were slightly raised a bit back, her pale skin reflecting the light. And Perfume started her debut, with a passionate smile on her face, forest green eyes sparkling in earnest. 

“Dawn and dusk.” she smiled. This was going to be so much fun… 

-

Dear Dudley, 

Hey Big D, how are you doing? Hope you’re doing alright at home! I bought some chocolate frogs for you, since Solange won’t stop buying. Don’t tell him I stole some, though. At Hogwarts, it’s boring right now, since we’re not doing any classes yet until tomorrow. You know, in the next letter, I might buy some pens from Diagon for you..if it’s in the next letter, though. Either way, I also bought some perfume in Knockturn, (I already checked for compulsions, spells, or things like that) since I know that you like perfume, still, Dudley. (No need for denial, I’m well-known for my androgynous looks) Tap on the bow on the back of the container to make it turn invisible, if anyone catches you with it. 

Love, 

Harry Amaris P.

P.S. You’re always welcomed to tea time (I know you don’t like tea, for the 12th time)

“A singing—a choir? Hare—“ “Yes. It is necessary,” Solange gave his brother a deadpan look. “Seriously?” “Mhm.” “It’s the first day still, Harry! Can we talk about this later?” he whined, bored of the conversation entirely. 

Harry raised an eyebrow and continued. “Weeell, being in Slytherin will take it away, since apparently being your ‘evil twin’ does not excuse my ingenious thoughts.”

“How are you evil when I’m in Slytherin as well?” Solange asked dumbly. “They will think it’s just your ambition, probably, the stupid lot, those ones.” he waved it off. “Want some tea?” Solange immediately nodded, since Harry’s tea-making skills were amazing. Harry pushed a list towards his twin, naming many teas. “Choose one, I’ll be right back, and when I am, mention what extras you want.” he pushed himself up, to exit the dormitory. 

Solange scanned through the list and found ‘Jasmine Tea’ easily. 

-

A field of flowers, so warm and inviting 

Whilst bathing in the clean river water

And at night, I could see the stars, up close

And yet, there’s nobody here

Chapter Text

IX 。 Relive A Tragedy

We’ll hurt each other over and over 

A blended love philosophy

I detest love

I detest love.

I detest love..

Was it worth it for the Jasmine tea? Yes. Was it worth getting eavesdropped on by a random Ravenclaw somehow in the Slytherin dorms? No. But is it worth snitching on them, with a playful smile? Hell yeah!

“Solange, it’s not like we did anything during tea! Plus—“ Harry stopped his sentence, getting cut off by Solange elbowing him in the hip with a soft “ow!” They were in the Slytherin table, one of the first few people to arrive at breakfast. (Albeit reluctantly, Solange went with Harry) Not many (any) professors were there, either, which should be rather (disappointing ? strange ?) excusable. (“Not even Dumbly-dore is there! Baha!”) 

He rolled his eyes and huffed in disapproval. 

“What’d you expect? Him staying in his office all day long until meals?” Harry scoffed. “Well—“ Solange was cut off by the chatter of a group of Gryffindors coming in. “—it’s the first day of classes, and he seriously can’t be in his office going mental because of the lemon drops he has!” he whined. 

Harry waved his brother’s statement off, and picked up his fork to delicately place a chocolate butterfly on his fork. “Hey! Where’d you get that?!” Solange asked. Harry smirked in response, but only tilted his head. He took a careful, small bite out of the side of the wing, (unknowingly making it loose) savoring the sweet strawberry flavor. And in turn, he gets a smack and glare from Solange from it. 

“Fine, it’s from the kitchens—“ Harry wheezed out, trying not to (“Look, it’s uncouth laughing in the public! Excuse myself, though,”) laugh. “Ugh, whatever! I can’t bother walking to the kitchens from here.” Harry giggled playfully, eyes turning grey, then to amber. “Turn your eyes back! They’re gonna think you’re me with glasses!” Solange exclaimed. “Oh?” 

Solange froze. “Oh, hello, Draco!” Harry cheerfully greeted, waving. Draco nodded in reply. “Good morning.” Solange was pale, and his face was on the table in disbelief. “I think I’m going to the afterlife within the first week of Hogwarts.” a muffled Solange deadpanned. “Your fault,” Harry mumbled under his breath, rolling his eyes, finishing the chocolate butterfly. 

Dumbledore walked in, going on his throne-like seat. And not long after, the other professors came, along with the students. “Anyway, Draco, me and Solange are going to—“ he pulled Solange forcefully out of his seat. “—Potions early!” he smiled, his eye twitching as he forced his twin out of the Great Hall. “Byeee!” Harry said, fully aware of the 3 pair of eyes on them… (‘YO! Why are you three lookin’ at me? Get your eyes off!’) A shock went through Harry’s left index finger, as he hurried to the dungeons. Unfortunately, Solange, too, felt a shock go through his lightning scar, slightly twitching. 

—

Bitter Choco Decoration

Miracle’s eyes gazed over his cherry, Untraceable wand which magic sung out to him. He caressed the tip of the wand slowly with his index, tracing down to the bottom. The smooth, pink cherry wood wand had some inscriptions in it, silver curves with some gemstones implanted. 

Eat it all without saying a thing

Pale white hair shimmered in the moonlight, fades and tips of blue glowing softly. There was no breath from the pale-skinned boy, only sudden, puppet-like movements and sharp gazes that held thick masks of amusement but still solitude that hid behind all of the occlumency. He twisted a strand of hair that had the glowing blue on his index playfully. 

And following his swift movements, his locks gracefully waved around with the intoxicatingly tight air, swooshing around, matching the meadow’s grass movements. The new moon stared down at the two wixen, not facing them entirely, but only with the attention that it spared. 

The pureblood vampire tried to attack Miracle, unsuccessfully, unfortunately. 

Bitter Choco Decoration

There was no sound coming from the stupid vampire, beside frantic movement of his eyes. As easily as Miracle could tell if it was morse code, he payed no bother to it. A silent, sentient predator, and a lousy prey having a death wish. 

You’re such a picky eater, you really need to fix that.

Silence, the silence of a young boy. 

The mini-wind chimes jingled under Miracle’s sleeve, the cylinder wind chimes replaced with crystal-shaped ones, another bell in some of them, the wind blowing it, as it rung out.

Bitter Choco Decoration

And the frantic, strained movements of the prey. 

He shook his elbow, the bells ringing out in the air, the halo with the strings attaching the wind chimes slightly wobbling under Miracle’s sleeve. In the middle of the crystal wind chimes, was an iridescent pearl that bathed in the moonlight, while it rested upon the dawn light. 

It hit the crystal chimes melodically, a church bell in the distance ringing in sync. 

 Sometimes that lonely love defiles you

The blue strands of Miracle’s hair were now glowing sky blue ends, fading along his main, white hair. The white hair quickly turned iridescent in the moonlight, glistening ever so slightly. 

Would it hurt to end a whole line of purebloods by murdering the last one? Oh, but not much. He’d have to use the stake later..it’d be more fun to see this silly vampire suffer under his own immortality. 

The vampire took the blow, swiftly passing out from the eerie green light that shot out of the cherry wand, moonlight piercing through the wind, rising up to the roof of the sky. 

Bitter Choco Decoration 

✧

After the birds take flight, surely all they leave is some crappy art behind (?)

“Avada Kedavra…”

—

Solange was muffled, from a spell that Harry casted on him to keep him quiet, while he was also restrained to his seat. Harry twitched every now-and-then, anxiously waiting, while playfully glaring at his bound twin, huffing sassily, as the rest of the class poured in, and eventually, Professor Snape arrived with a quite subtle introduction..

X 。 Scream, But Please Be Whole-Hearted

All along, I’d been wanting to tell you. 

About the nights I’ve lost

It doesn’t sadden me,

and although I miss them all the same,

that’s alright with me.

I gently place a kiss 

on your drowning hands 

☆

Those faintly smiling beasts

dig their hands into [you]

until their hearts are refreshed,

and now your skirt is uneven. 

A scream that seemed though it cut off the silence of summer

echoes through the classroom, in the window is the blue sky

“Potter!” Professor Snape barked out. Both Harry and Solange put their attentive gaze on the Potions Master, a more mischievous one from Solange. “No, the hazel-eyed Potter.” he snapped. “Tell me, what would I get if I added powdered root of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood?” 

I bitterly regret Lily’s death. Harry thought into the distance, knowing both the potion answer, and the intention behind it. Lily, their mother, had apparently died, but she was..revived. (“It’s like me surviving the Killing Curse! Mum is could be very mysterious if you didn’t know her, y’know…” “Are you implying something?”) Seve—Professor Snape seemed to show a surprised look that was quickly masked with impatience for the other twin. Oh shart, where’d Harry’s composure go?! 

“The Draught of Living Death, Professor,” Solange drawled out in a way too cheery tone, holding back a grin. Professor Snape looked like he was gonna kill Solange right on the spot, but he added just another question. “Where, Mr. Potter,” the Potions master looked at Solange with distaste. “would you look if I asked you to find me a bezoar?” 

“The stomach of a goat, sir,” he innocently replied, dripping with humor, batting his eyelashes. Harry twitched in his seat, trying not to apprehend his own twin brother into sounding less ‘innocent,’ a curse on his tongue, anticipating. Professor Snape took note of this, nodding.

“Twenty points to Slytherin, Mr. Potter.” 

He looked at the class, eyeing all of the students.

Huh, how strange. It was not long until a final question was directed at a random Gryffindor suddenly, surprising him as well. “Mr. Finnigan, what is the difference between monkshood and wolfsbane?”

He heard Draco starting to snicker, and Harry raised an unimpressed eyebrow and sighed it off. Finnigan seemed in thought, before he answered cautiously. 

“They’re the same plant, which also goes by the name of…aconite?” Professor Snape squeezed his [signature] dark glance at the Gryffindor, before confirming it was correct, awarding no points. He turned around to the still class. “Well? What aren’t you all copying this down?” And the class immediately started taking notes, the fresh smell of paper in the air. Thank god that he wrote (way too many) notes beforehand..

While everyone was copying down the notes, Harry had his quill on his opened notebook, laying peacefully, while he himself was inspecting Solange, and his (“Utterly awful!”) chicken scratch handwriting. (“You need to practice your handwriting! How does Neville or Ron even understand it?!” “Well, you’re the one who writes confusing script!” “It’s not even script, it’s just my handwriting!”) 

Harry ripped a piece of silky parchment off his notebook quietly, and dipping his quill in ink. Drawing a few doodles and stars, he wrote the date in the bottom left corner in a messy script. 

02/09/91 ~ Amaris Miracle ♪

There was a white bow with two ribbons flowing out of the bow on top of the light sky blue notebook, the bow made like two oval ‘O’s. (or rather, 0s.)There was a small, heart gemstone in the middle of the bow, a black onyx color that shone iridescent in the limelight. 

—

Albus Dumbledore was not having it. Of course he wasn’t! Potter - Solange Potter - had been sorted into Slytherin with his (way too overprotective!) brother, which only made worse! He needed to keep the Golden Boy under control, with all of the nasty, nasty influence from the Slytherins. 

What was more frustrating, was that Lily and James Potter hadn’t trusted him anymore! One of his few loyal followers! He was the great Albus Dumbledore - the greatest sorcerer of the—

Fawkes cried enthusiastically as he saw the ancient wizard with a heated, angry look placed. “Fawkes, do NOT.” Dumbledore snapped angrily, gritting the words out with a deep frown. And if phoenixes could smirk, Fawkes did that exact expression, flapping his wings proudly. 

—

A bushy-haired girl sat near the Black Lake, homework splayed around herself, sheets scattered all over, and her ink-pot half finished already. The quill she had in hand was a brown feather, fading light yellow at the tip. 

Her uniform had a blue and white tie, with a scarf the same colors of Ravenclaw. It smelled like fresh parchment and ink everywhere around her; books also surrounding her own self. 

“Hermione Granger, right?” Harry politely asked, startling the brown-eyed Raven. 

”Let’s share secret looks between us”

“I’ll be standing in the hallway”

…but you’re not listening, are you?

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XI 。 Tell Me A Story

Come on!

This supernatural event has enveloped the whole town

It echoes through the night sky causing boredom to cry

As if trying to fill up that lonely love,

A final fantastical nocturne

Did you hear it? That melody which flutters to the stars

With a 1, 2, 3, 4, let's take the strength to not lose to that tear-stained past

Placing upon it an unending sound with a fun rhythm, ta-ta-ta

The bushy-brown-haired girl squealed in surprise, jumping a little. Gosh, Harry needed to fix her hair! It was a mess! She blinked a few times and breathed heavily, before nervously responding. “Yes, that’s me?” Her scarf was flying around a bit, not that it mattered. 

“You’re the Ravenclaw that was spying on us? How exactly did you get in?” Harry thumbed through his locks of mixed raven hair and highlights of red hair, sitting himself down next to the muggleborn. Granger’s eyes widened at the soft-sounding demand. “I-uh-“ He sighed. “Just swear on your magic to never tell anyone. A magical oath, or so.” She quickly nodded, and made an oath. (“It was quite amusing that she knew, but nonetheless, would you think she’d be in Slytherin?”)

‘I, Hermione Jean Granger, swear on my magic to never tell anyone outside of the Slytherin house about their portrait password. (either, way, they changed it weekly.) So mote it be.” There was a sudden wave of magic that washed around the two, only engulfing them for a few, long seconds. 

“Now, why where you there?” Harry asked with a slightly raised eyebrow, resulting Granger with flushed cheeks, which were already flushed from the cold wind. (“It’s only September 2nd, why’s it so cold?!”) He ran a hand through his soft hair, being blown away by the wind as well, the scent of sweet lemons and peach nectar roaming on the Slytherin’s entire area. 

“Also, you really need to fix your hair, no offense, Granger.” he later commented, tilting his head for permission. Granger swiftly nodded, as Harry took out a hair brush and started to comb through her messy, bushy, brown hair. “I was dragged away into the crowd of Slytherins by accident, and I couldn’t get out because we were already in the dungeons.” she embarrassingly admitted, her flush darkening. “Do you know who Pansy Parkinson is? She was the first person I met on the train,” 

Harry hummed, continuing to untangle some of her strands. “I do, coincidentally, because of Heir Malfoy’s rather subtle and direct ramblings. Don’t tell him I told you that.” Granger nodded. “Can you call me Hermione? It sounds weird calling me by my last name. Also, what is a—a mudblood? Pansy told me that it was what some people called me.” 

He suddenly stopped brushing her hair, and froze only for a moment, before continuing. “It is an offensive term to the people who are not pureblood, mostly directed at the muggleborns, rather than the halfbloods. For example, I am pureblood by blood adoption, while my brother Solange is a half-blood by birth. Our mother was a muggleborn. You may also call me Harry, but only privately for now.” 

For some reason, Harry felt a presence behind them, as if someone was watching them. Harry turned around cautiously, only to see a thestral staring right back at Harry. It looked lost, looking around. “Give me a second, Hermione,” he said, putting the brush down as he stood up abruptly, walking towards the small thestral. 

“Are you lost?” Harry crouched down, facing the young creature, who in turned, nodded as if it understood him. “I think your lot is still with Hagrid, do you know where he is?” It’s head tilted in question, as Harry sighed. “Wait here.” 

Harry ran to Hermione swiftly, pocketing his brush as he poked her softly on her shoulder. “Do you perhaps know where Hagrid is? There’s a thestral lost,” he asked, prompting her to vanish all of her books into her bag, standing up. 

“Oh, yes!” Hermione perked up. “I saw him earlier this morning, around the Forbidden Forest, where a cabin-like hut was, I think. Want me to help you? I can’t see thestrals, though, sadly.” she rushed over to another part that led to the Forbidden Forest, and waved Harry towards there. The thestral was right next to her, curiously staring at Hermione. 

“C’mon, follow us,” he whispered fondly, smiling at the thestral. He followed his muggleborn friend as she led him towards a hut in an open land near a party of trees high up. He could see thestrals cooped up with Hagrid, him waving the bony thestrals towards somewhere. They rushed to Hagrid, as the thestral followed. 

“Hello, Hagrid! We have a lost thestral, behind—behind Harry!” Hagrid’s attention was suddenly turned to Hermione, waving at him excitedly. He beamed at the duo, before replying in response. “‘Er, ya don’ say so? We’ve been missin’ that one for a few months.” his voice boomed with worry, and relief. Harry could tell that from his mother’s comments about Hagrid, that he loved all sorts of animals, no matter the danger they pose or not.

Adoro hissed silently under Harry’s skin, surprisingly, waking up from his long, long, rest. (“He literally slept for 7 hours. And he’s still not awake.”) “Massster, I like thisss one.” 

Harry groaned quietly in frustration. 

I began sobbing at the color of splashed blood mixed with your scent

The heat haze was sneering at me, reminding me that it wasn't a joke

I blacked out at the cicadas' noises that were disturbing the surface of the summer lake.

“Transfiguration next, right? Harry? Harry?? RIGHT, HARRY?!” Solange whisper-yelled. “Yes,” Harry sighed. They were right outside of the classroom, Harry couldn’t bother to scold Solange about whisper-yelling. He drowsily opened the door, entering ever-so-quietly with some people’s gaze on them, rather on Solange. 

There was a grey cat with stripes of darker grey sitting on Professor McGonagall’s desk, looking at the class, lime-yellow eyes vibrant. 

Harry nodded to the cat while rushing to a seat, dragging Solange with a small flush [ that was probably not visible ] to two empty seats. One side was completely dominated by Gryffindors, the other side with Slytherins on the same occasion.

Before Solange could actually comprehend anything valid, Hedwig somehow swooped in from one of the open windows with an envelope that was a light tan, with a grey wax seal with the Black logo? Whatever it was called, Solange supposed. Harry’s lip twitched in amusement, as he passed the letter to Solange. 

Pup and little moon, 

Harry flushed at his nickname, while this time, Solange sent an amused look at his brother.

Hey, I know you guys are in Transfiguration right now (this letter was deliberately delivered to you both) but I just wanted to ask how you guys are doing. I have some house-elf spies in Hogwarts, so I figured out you both were Slytherins. Don’t ask how they’re in Hogwarts. 

Anyway, how’s Minnie? She’s probably sitting on her old desk as an animagus, a cat. Kind of goofy, if you ask me. She is quite like a cat, after all. Don’t make evil acquaintances, (no, I mean real evil here! Not your housemates.) 

Love,

Padfoot

PS ~ Moony will probably send you both letters later on. 

The bell rung as Solange folded the letter back into the envelope, quickly placing it in the pile of ‘Sirius’ letters.’ The cat, (surprisingly,) turned into Professor McGonagall with a stern face. Some Gryffindors were sneering at Solange, which Harry returned most with a heated glare and cold green eyes. 

Professor McGonagall started her speech, quite directly, if Harry thought about it. “Transfiguration is one of the most complex and dangerous magic you shall learn at Hogwarts. Anyone fooling around in my class will leave and not come back. You have been warned.”

And then they started to work on changing a matchstick into a needle, rather torturously for Solange. With one fell swoosh, Harry’s match transfigured into a shiny needle, the ends looking a bit too sharp. “Mr. Potter, 5 points to Slytherin. Are you able to transfigure it back?” Harry, this time, tapped his finger lightly on the needle, transfiguring it back into a matchstick. “20 points to Slytherin for wandless magic.” 

When the Transfiguration professor swooped to view other students, Harry sniffed disapprovingly at Solange’s attempts. But, it was short-lived when Solange finally turned the matchstick into a needle with additional force. 

“You angry?” Harry asked with a slightly raised eyebrow. 

XII 。He’s A Motherfucking Monster

All life is ridiculously pretty

Not being able to be what we are

It’s an unprecedented battle in human history

That’s what “I” am!

His eyes were burning, turning a blue, burning with a grey. Asterope looked at Midnight, steadying his breath. His darling was dying, but he wasn’t doing anything. Oh Merlin, he’s really gone insane, hasn’t he? He had the bloodied dagger in his own hand now, contemplating. 

The person who killed him will perish. They even used his own dagger! Asterope could tell it was not a suicide, since he could tell there was a large trails of blood from the person, most likely meaning that Midnight had fought back fiercely. 

“Aster…” Midnight whispered, drawing his lover’s attention. He smiled when he saw Asterope quickly turn around and crouch to his lover, tears unshed. Midnight took his hand from Asterope’s hand, and drew it up to his cheek to caress it lovingly. “…Your favorite color will stay blue, right?…” Midnight coughed blood, the iridescent blood rushing out of him quickly, turning into a black ooze. 

“Anything for you, dear,” Asterope hugged his lover softly, careful not to squeeze. “I…” There was so much blood. Tears went down Asterope’s left cheek, dripping onto one of Midnight’s open wounds on his thigh. His eyes were squeezed closed, burning from the droplets of tears. “I love you, Asterope…” 

There was a deafening silence, but Midnight was just holding on to a sliver of life, waiting for those 4 words. His eyelids were heavy, and his blood kept coming out, turning black with red residues, that shone blue. “I love you, Mesánychta.” Asterope shakily replied. Midnight smiled sadly, but closed his eyes, hugging his lover back, as Death took him. They’d eventually meet again in the future, of course. It was Fate. 

Mesánychta’s blood suddenly stopped flowing out of his body, and the star pupil in his eyes darkened as he sighed contentedly, nuzzling Asterope. “Reyurt Heret…that’s…” He didn’t finish, as he dozed off into eternal rest, his head softly plopping on Asterope’s neck. His star pupils were completely drained of its usual sparkle, only dull death roaming around it. 

Midnight indigo was now a soft Miracle blue, the star pupil removed of it’s death aura, turning into a white.  

1926 ended on December 31st, 11:59 PM.

1926 ended with a death of two lovers, fated to meet again. 

1926 ended with a birth of a newborn named ‘Tom Marvolo Riddle.’ 

~

Miracle squinted in the moonlight, the waning gibbous staring at him. He was in a meadow, a familiar one. There were beautiful, grown wisteria trees around the the lavish meadow, the petals blowing with the wind’s breaths. 

There was a glaze of flowers, too. Hydrangeas near some of the wisterias, quite large. 

A familiar presence was behind Miracle, surprisingly. This felt like a situation he’s been in before…He turned around, but there was only a gush of wind when he turned around. Green and blue. However, Miracle was not fazed. “Are you going? It has been rather lonely here, you know.” 

This time, here was a soft gush a wind that invited Miracle. The waning gibbous looked away. Miracle’s hair glowed iridescent white, with sky blue fades, turning dark indigo at the very ends. His eyes were also sky blue with dazzling star pupils, his eye color also turning a midnight indigo. Today wasn’t a gibbous, though. It was a waxing crescent, Miracle aligned under it, in the center. 

He looked so awfully like Mesánychta Midnight. 

✧

May Day with a banner of rebellion

     I want to                                                      

abandon everything

                                                        I hate already!

Buy me an ice cream 

I forgot to bring my wallet today

✧

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XII 。Miracles and Deceits

Be sure to howl out so that the feathers

 On that back you’re watching aren’t ruffled

If we are to keep watching our incorruptible dreams,

surely we’ll make it through the night.

Harry looked at his twin softly. “What would you do with my life?” Midnight asked Asterope with iridescent tears. Solange, in turn, smiled back at his twin, closing his eyes. Asterope caressed Midnight’s tear-streaked cheek. “I would cherish it, my love,” he replied, holding Midnight’s shaking hands in his own as Midnight stared into the distance blankly. 

The gifted Moon’s hand lay upon the burning Sun’s, purple, soft gloves caressing sun-kissed skin. A white petal slowly fell on Moon’s forefinger, as a full flower landed at the end of Sun’s forearm.  

There was a slight glow on Sun’s marks on his skin, as did the moon design on Moon’s glove had. Solange left the room, smile never faltering. “Please don’t leave me,” the Sun pleaded. The faint presence of the Moon was flickering, mist dimming.

Reincarnation was always a funny topic to him when he was younger, as Midnight. He never understood it. 

Scratch, scratch, scratch

Well, it wasn’t necessarily funny, it was just weird. It would be a little over the edge if he got reincarnated somehow into someone else when he died, nonetheless. His older sister told him that he should stop thinking about those topics, as his older brother told him to relax for the time being. 

Maybe it was a bit better to think out of the box, now that Midnight realized it. 

Tap, tap, tap

Those nights that Midnight danced with Asterope, they were one of the few happy moments that he saw in his life since his family died out. “I’m sorry,” they would plead to their killer. “Spare me!” His father cried out. 

Midnight did not interfere, he couldn’t. He might’ve been watching from the dark, but watching your entire family you grew up with being killed and tortured was just a little intriguing. 

Probably a little too intriguing. 

“Who’s there?!” the woman shrieked. Her hands were messy with the filthy, red blood of his relatives, unlike his iridescent blood. Midnight made no move to attack her just yet, as he stood still. The woman also stopped, but looked around. Her back was turned. 

Midnight conjured a scythe that he worked on over the years, and it quickly slashed through her heart, blood pouring out of her chest. She spluttered and choked on air, as she fell down in pain. The crystal scythe was stained with her blood, neatly near the tips. 

However, Midnight was not done with her. 

He lifted the scythe, as he approached the writhing figure of the murderer. He carved two bloody letters into her skin, blood starting to pool around her body, her eyes losing their sick life.  

IX,

A bleeding wound, pouring blood out like saliva when you drool.

XIII 。Send Me To Heaven

In a secluded room, the once girl moved unconsciously

She inhaled a madness that painfully flooded forth

In a ghastly scene of carnage, she wears not a thread

She digests, takes, and acquires agony.

Golden threads surrounded the boy, the boy that he heard that was fated to die. His eyes were dull, so lifeless and dark. He couldn’t touch the strings, because those golden threads sliced his thin skin. 

The Potter heir didn’t flinch at the sight of blood. 

“Oh, hello, Headmaster Dumbledore.” his pale face remained impassive, no emotion displayed. Iridescent liquid—is that unicorn’s blood?—was all over Harry’s face. The-Boy-Who-Lived looked at his hands, blinking blankly. He opened his palms, and suddenly, all of the golden threads were all connected to Harry’s fingers, wrapping around them. 

Albus Dumbledore’s eyes widened. 

Kill, kill, kill, echoed the child’s mind. However, the elderly man was quickly pushed out of the young Potter’s mind, a burning stare directed at him from the child as well. However, he heard something he wasn’t even meant to. 

The Strings are just like keychains, Time! They’re really wobbly, and sort of strong, but easy to break

No, no, no, no way that Time, a deity, itself, was afraid of a child. Golden strings wrapped suddenly surrounded his neck, as he met his quick end from beheading. The Headmaster’s blood quickly sunk into the golden strings, evaporating into the threads. 

Harry looked at the dead body of Dumbledore, face impassive. “You know too much, Albus Dumbledore.” 

A sigh was breathed out of the boy, strings attached to a certain, wobbling doll. It had flat ‘U’s, or like slight curved lines as closed eyes. Pale skin, dark chocolate hair, curved, setback hair, and red, red, crimson eyes.

Gently cutting the strings off of the small, plush-doll, it landed itself in Harry’s hands with a small ‘pop,’ the sound echoing throughout the Labyrinthine of Strings. The strings seemed to be previously of a very, very green and black, but the cut strings quickly turned into a red, the raven black being overpowered by the red. 

He stared at the doll in his hands. “You’re free now, Tom,” the raven whispered.

★

Eclispei Ultio sat listening to the violent conversations that the villains and heroes were having. His eyes shone a sapphire blue, almost shining like a gem. How dull, it was to listen to their boring dialogues. 

He tilted his head as he cupped the lower part of his cheek with his hand. Eclispei noticed that his powers were acting up lately, lifting himself up sometimes when he watched those violent fights happen. Was this pity? Disgusting.

With the free hand, he lifted one finger up, lifting a single flower from an abundant bundle of gardenias, lifting in between the group of villains and heroes. 

Eclispei eyed the scene from a good distance, close enough to see the villain’s face. Huh, they both looked like those lovers from Hogwarts…how strange. He landed on the grounded with an elegant swoosh of his cloak. 

The gardenia he was holding was a dark, crimson red. Eclispei wondered if they knew the language of flowers, those two leaders. 

Flowers and flowers bloomed around his presence, turning blue, and sapphire, with tints of white too. One of the villains noticed the sudden occurrence, and ran to their leader to tell them about it. Too late, Eclispei supposed. 

“How…violent.” His voice rippled through the tense atmosphere. Yawning slightly, he etched the surface of the ground, carving a 8-pointed star, slowly glowing white. 

Eclispei ran a smooth hand through his own raven hair, and dazed off into the midnight, slightly cloudy sky. “Herbivicus.” he stared at the ground where vines lay. Suddenly, the vines quickly grew and roses blossomed simultaneously, the vines overgrowing, like Devil’s Snare. 

The flowers bloomed, as small particles of moonlight reflected their sapphire-turning-red (or is it red-turning sapphire?) petals. The vigilante smiled fondly at the vines. 

Biting his cheek, Eclispei was no where to be seen from the rather shocking scene that took place, with all of the white vines and sapphire roses turning back to forest green, and cherry red. 

Scratched onto the surface of the floor, were 4 words neatly carved,

Monotone, this world is

♢

Flickers of candlelight echoed throughout the halls of Malfoy Manor, cold wind hitting the warm skin of the Boy-Who-Lived. 

He wasn’t looking for an escape, no, it was pretty nice (although he literally got kidnapped) in Malfoy Manor, he would love to stay here more if it weren’t for some…’blood protections’ on that filthy—the Dursley’s home!

The raven groaned. “Ugh…seriously, do the Malfoys even have cotton?!” Quite literally, he was just wandering around the halls randomly. Maybe he didn’t have a disguise, yeah, but he didn’t need one just to grab some pillow materials and a needle. 

“Maybe the medical wing has some fluff in it…” Harry turned swiftly around and walked straight past a shocked-looking Draco Malfoy in the dark. Quickly, he noticed the Malfoy in the dark. “Oh, Malfoy, do you guys have a needle—and-pillow materials?” 

“How the hell did you get out, Potter!” Harry rolled his eyes. “Hurry up! I’m not gonna sleep uncomfortably for the next month, if that’s what you maniacs want! Ridiculous, you lot,” 

The Malfoy muttered a swear under his breath, as he waved the Potter heir to a room that seemed…very comfortable! Harry’s eyes sparkled with excitement, as he saw a whole bookshelf-like area of materials to make a pillow with. “Thanks, Malfoy!” Harry exclaimed, delightedly, as the blonde nodded simply, and left. 

There was a variety of colors, but one certain color sparked his interest; green. They had like…12 shades of it. Grabbing a nearby needle, (which was on the floor, how irresponsible!) he carefully placed it on a small nightstand. Getting to work, he grabbed the emerald and light sage shades, and placed them down on one of the small corners that seemed very comfy. 

“I should probably make a blanket too!” And the rest of the night was spent making a fluffy, squishy, blanket, and a comfort pillow to talk to. After he finished, Harry chirped happily, before walking out of the room.

Today was one of the best days in his life.

~

”Potter, where in the world did you get that blanket and pillow.” the Dark Lord deadpanned. Even if Voldemort’s attitude was annoying, nothing could end his happiness. “I made them!” Harry sleepily chirped, eyelids very heavy.

And with a swift creak of the door, the very same Dark Lord left, dumbfounded, almost.

~

“Riiiiiiight…I’m a hostage, yeees?” the raven mused. “Potter, how did you NOT realize that?!” Malfoy facepalmed. “Well, I thought you guys were just taking me to like—an orphanage? I dunno, you guys kidnaaaaped me during my beauty sleep! The audacity, honestly!” 

“And for a second, I thought you would’ve hated me, not start up a whole conversation with me, Potter!” Harry fake gasped. “Me? Hate you? I could never!” he waved his hand around sassily, batting his eyelashes.

“And I thought you saw me miserable with those idiots already! Ugh, I bet you guys only have single beds, and don’t have to listen to arguments about homework 24/7!” Harry groaned. 

“Anyhow, I need that extra 20 hours of sleep, bye-bye!” The Potter heir pushed the Malfoy heir out of the room, shutting the door closed. Harry yawned, as he fell on his bed face-flat, and realized the uncomfortable mattress. Another mission for him! 

“At least the mattress feels nicer than the Dursleys’ one…” 

~ 

”Vooooldy, can I get a better mattresss?” Harry brought out the o, and twirled around, looking in a floating mirror in front of him. “No, brat. Why do you keep asking for bed supplies?” 

Harry scoffed in disbelief. “‘Cause you guys provided with zero comfort for a bed, one out of ten, even kidnapped me while I was sleeping!” The Dark Lord raised a curious eyebrow. 

“You’re more focused on sleeping than your own kidnapping situation?” Voldemort asked, with little emotion being shown. “Obviously, where do you think I get my energy from when you attack me at night all the time?” The Dark Lord wasn’t even fazed at being questioned, especially by his own prophesied enemy. “Just kill Dumbledore at this point, he’s the one causing this ruckus of my sleep schedule!” he said. “Why haven’t you killed him yet?”

“Because I need the pro—“ “—he hasn’t even told anyone shit, though, so I believe he never will, regardless if you manage to capture him or somethin’. Plus, I know the full prophecy ‘cause of Dea—I mean, since you guys like crashed in on me trying to get the prophecy.” 

“Oh?” the Dark Lord perked up at this. Potter knew the whole prophecy?

”Bunch of shit, if I’m honest.

The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches,

Born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies,

and the Dark Lord will mark him as his equal,

but he will have power the Dark Lord knows not of,

and either must die at the hand of the other for neither can live while the other survives.

The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord will be born as the seventh month dies.

So like, I’m your Horcrux.” So-called Dark Lord Voldemort froze. 

—

The Sun did not rise this morning, and the Moon did not set. 

The Moon looked at the Sun, but did not turn back around to face it again.

The Sun left, while the Moon stayed for the sake of the humankind.

The Moon could not stay for long, because as long as the Sun was gone, there would be no way that these humans would live.

So the Moon followed the Sun, as the Sun led the Moon somewhere where no gods looked upon.

Asterope looked at Midnight, 

as did Tom Riddle look at Harry Potter.

Midnight did not look at Asterope at first, did not pay a mind of him. 

Harry Potter found Tom Riddle an interesting person, almost the same as him, with all of the similarities they shared. 

Asterope prayed that he and Midnight could be together forever, left alone; by each other’s sides.

Tom Riddle hoped that he would conquer the threat to his immortality, Harry Potter, so he left to find him. 

Midnight realized the real affection that he had never gotten, realizing his past mistakes, as he stayed with Asterope more and more.

Harry Potter noticed that there was too many similarities that they both had, as he wrote more and more into the Horcrux diary of Tom Marvolo Riddle.

As did Midnight follow Asterope, as he took the demise of Asterope to himself, in the dark, dark, shadows. 

Harry Potter may have been betrayed by Tom Riddle, but their relationship would eventually be patched, Fate involved or not.

“Fate, huh? A little confusing, at first. 

But,

I’m sure you’ll understand with all of these strings in your way.”

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XIV 。Love

The scent after it rains

I kinda feel like I’m almost gonna remember something

But that’s a waste of time

Why won’t I understand that?

“Solange, wake up.” Harry said. The messy-haired raven only groaned lightly in reply. Maintaining a somehow-perfect posture, the green-eyed twin stalked off to grab the other twins’s clothes. Solange yawned sleepily, shuffling his blanket around. Harry shortly returned with the Slytherin robes, straightening them with obvious irritation.

He was feeling rather off today. Well, more off than other days that was easily irritated by random strangers. “Solange, let’s go before the others wake up. I do not wish to be seen right now by those pests, other than the usual people.” the hazel-eyed twin took out his wand and casted a quiet “Tempus,” small, glowing, emerald letters appearing. It was five forty-five.  

“Haaarry, it’s too early for this! I’ve barely gotten my night’s rest,” Solange whined. Harry huffed. He could never refuse his twin anything. “Of course, just come along with me in breakfast and go to sleep in the Great Hall. A simple silencing spell should do the job.” As Solange got dressed, Harry became more irritated.

There was shuffling movements all around. 

Unbeknownst to Harry, his pupils were starting to dilate to a concerning degree. Solange came out, hair scrambled around, tie messy. Harry sighed fondly. 

“Let’s go, I’ll fix your tie in the Hall.” Harry dragged his twin along out of the common room, while the two exited, a very comfortable Armaros lay in Harry’s pocket smugly. Adoro pops out his head out of Harry’s robes, looking around randomly. 

There isn’t anyone there when the twins arrive at the Great Hall, besides a few professors. Yet Harry still feels very uncomfortable and irritated. “Harry, are you alright?” Solange’s voice snaps Harry back into reality from his sudden daze. 

“Yeah, I’m fine. Why do you ask?” he replied. “You’re very pale, more than before—no offense—but you look like you’re going to drop dead.” His twin replied. Harry took a(n attempted) steady breath. 

“Let’s just go sit down, Sol.” Harry said sheepishly, as his shoulders tensed up a bit. Solange rolled his eyes. “Whatever you say.” 

A small butterfly flew from the doors and was quick to land on Solange’s messy locks. Harry twitched as his pupils dilated into slits. Gee, it was just a butterfly—“—llo? Earth to Harry Amaris Potter?”

“Oh, nothing, there was simply a butterfly on your head.” He replied dully, leaning in to fix Solange’s tie. He heard a sudden gasp. “Really? Is it still there?” Solange exclaimed excitedly. 

Harry looked up again. The butterfly sat there, still. It was a glasswing butterfly.

“Yes, it is,” he sighed (but it was more like a shaky breath), “and it is visibly pestering me, Solange.” Said Solange pouted. “But why? It’s just a butterfly, really!” Harry rolled his eyes as he finished rearranging Solange’s tie. 

“There you go.” Harry mumbled, sighing heavily. Concern washed over Solange’s features, but it wasn’t much visible. It almost reminded Midnight of Asterope—He shouldn’t be thinking of his past life anymore.

Rolling his eyes, the raven waved off his twin’s concerns nonchalantly as though as he wasn’t hearing practically the whole castle right now. “I’m fine, Solange, you needn’t worry about me. Plus, you could worry about me later, when you haven’t even finished your Transfiguration homework!” 

Kuchi yuku karada to kokoro o tsure

Hitori ate naku tadayotte iku no

Keigaiteki zankyou ni hodasare horobi yuku toshi o haimawaru zonbi

Donna ni donna ni yoru ni ochite mo

Asu no hikari ga sekai o someteku

Yomigaeru watashi wa

Teikoku shoujo

Solange Cyrus Potter. It was a strange name that Asterope had to get used to, since he would no longer be living as Asterope, with Midnight. He was supposedly the Boy-Who-Lived—the spitting image of his father; and the epitome of a ‘golden’ boy. 

At least he’s not alone, he’s with his twin brother, Harry Amaris. 

And he awfully reminds Asterope of his former lover; Midnight Mesánychta. The quiet personality—the creeping—every about Harry screams, Midnight—Honestly, he can’t even tell the difference at this point. He might’ve gaslit and manipulated Midnight, but that was a long time ago. Surely they weren’t reincarnated as brothers and to never be able to date each other again, right?

Right? 

—

Apparently he’s wrong. Harry seems to be experiencing an early siren development—or whatever Midnight called it—and Asterope knew damn well that there was no siren blood in either of their parent’s lineage. 

And Midnight also secretly had siren blood, the inheritance just never activated it for some reason because of a contract with the goblins. Oh lord, what did he now to deserve this?

His lover, reincarnated into his twin?

How does one acknowledge life as it is?

“Solange?” His twin seemed like in a daze, which worried Harry greatly. If these instincts weren’t already bad enough, the Great Hall began to fill with more people as the time passed slowly. Solange hummed.

Harry shook the panic out of himself, and tried to focus on other things. However, that did not work out very well. Everything around them was just danger. 

“Mid—Harry?

XV 。Parasite

I mean, I’m

a maiden who’s lived correctly

Bastard, how dare you do this to me

How dare you,

how dare you.

“Hey, Rento?”

“Yea? Do you need something, Dray?”

“Are you suicidal?”

“..”

“Ren, be honest. I’ve noticed your recent behavior and..it’s been concerning me.”

“I’m fine, babe, really.”

“I know you’re not. Just tell me if you need anything, alright?”

“..okay. Thank you, Draco.”

“Of course, Rento. I’m just making sure you’re alright.”

“I’m fine—“

“You aren’t.” 

Harry blinked owlishly. “Yeah, Solange?” He replied slowly, recovering from his sudden daze. 

“Harry, you seemed a little uhhh…out of it? Are you alright?” Solange asked Harry, staring directly at him worriedly. (Weird, Harry’s probably just too distracted to notice that Solange’s actually looking behind him, and not at him.)

“Yeah, yeah. I’m fine, Solange. Just zoned out for a bit.” 

His twin looked at him worriedly. “If you say so, Harry. Just tell me if anything’s wrong, alright?” Harry bit his cheek. 

“Okay. Thanks, Sol.”

“Just checking up on my favorite twin!” Solange chirped happily, changing the mood of the conversation. Harry smiled at Solange softly. 

Harry rolled his eyes dramatically. “Stop flattering me, dearest twin of mine.” Solange giggled. Was it Saturday or Friday? They were probably already late if it was Friday, and completely screwed. But still, there wasn’t enough people in the Great Hall to confirm that it was a Saturday nor Friday. 

Oh.

It was a Sunday, wasn’t it?

“Ugh, I really don’t wanna take classes tomorrow..why does our weekend have to be so short?” Solange whined, groaning. 

Harry stared at Solange. “Well, I guess blame Muggle schools? I don’t know, really, some of the ones I’ve seen have only have Saturday and Sunday off as well.” He said, looking up at the ceiling to see the many candles floating. 

“Oh come on—it’s still bollocks!” Solange complained, dramatically raising a hand to his heart. “They’ll kill me before I can protest against it!” 

“Let’s hope not.” Harry murmured. 

“Oh, come on, dear twin of mine! They’ll never get to me!” Solange laughed in a kind of old way, exaggerating greatly. Harry let a smile slip onto his face, a mere reminiscence of one. 

“Sure, bro.” 

XVI 。Echo

If you could fall in love

Twice with me,

Start brand new like kissing in a tree,

Would you? 

And could you? 

“Mr. Solange Potter. Please stay after class.” Professor McGonagall stated as everyone began to pack their items to go to the next class. 

Faint chants of “ooooh” echoed through the class. Harry glared them away, leaving those who dared to shame his brother in silence. Harry was pissed off enough, but this was practically his limit to what he could take. He could sense everything; ranging from faint taps or the quietest whispers of gossip. 

Harry left the classroom, but not before wishing his twin good luck. He’d wait outside patiently. 

After a few minutes, Solange came out, a relieved look on his face. Harry motioned him to follow. “What happened, Sol?” He prodded, tilting his head.

He was glad it didn’t seem like anything bad. 

“Nothin’ much, she just told me that my magic was really good.” Solange replied, slumping his shoulders.

“Mhm, maybe someday you’ll be as good as me?” Harry teased jokingly. “Ugh, come on! In the future I won’t pass out immediately after I use wandless and nonverbal spells like you do!”

Harry let out an exaggerated gasp. “How dare you! I only passed out once, it only causes lightheadedness!” 

“Sure, wannabe Gilderoy Lockheart!” 

“I am not as bad as that guy! Whoever he is, anyway!” Harry defended himself. “You’re spreading false information about me!” 

“Pshh! Lies! Gilderoy Lockheart will shock you with his,” Solange made finger-quotations, “‘inspiring’ experiences around the world!” Harry rolled his eyes, leading his twin carefully towards their dormitories. “Sounds like a bunch of nonsense.”

“No fair, you’re getting smarter!” Solange whined, huffing dramatically. “Oh, nonsense, I’m going based on common sense!” 

“Nonsense my as—owww!!” Harry pulled on Solange’s ear. “What was that for?!?” Solange grumbled, letting out a small, ‘hmph.’ “Don’t say that in an empty, quiet hallway, Sol!” Harry scolded his twin lightly. “It’s not like a teacher can hear us, bro!” “We literally just left Professor McGonagall’s room, Solange!” “Nah, I think we’re fiiiiiine!” “Nuh uh!” 

I know I can fall in love

Twice with you

I do it everyday,

So I swear it’s nothing new. 

It’s crazy,

My baby

"That's a low blow even for you, your majesty." A silence filled the court, stares directed at two people. The king and a stranger. The veil covering the princess's face blew the slightest, as her facade faltered for a moment. 

"I must say, it is appalling to even question the king's authority in this court." She replied in a sweet, childish voice, malice lacing her words. Words began to spread around, speculations about the mysterious figure appearing. "I believe that in some form, that is truly tragic." The mysterious figure brushed off the princess's words, focusing on the king's reaction. However, the latter was the only one focused on the matter. 

"And dare I say, when has it been your turn to speak?" Series of oohs echo through the court. 

"Pardon?"

Dreadful energy surrounded the stranger, doom following their every step. "I believe I stated my opinion in this matter in the right manner, your majesty." They said darkly, staring at the princess with a blank expression, unhinged. 

"You are one of the strangers..with them." The king finally spoke in a grim tone.