What if Harry had a twin? What if he was not the only one who survived Voldemort's attack, that fateful Halloween night? This is the story of the Potter twins, who are ready to attend their First Year at Hogwarts' School of Witchcraft and Wizardry...
[Thought ] [Spell ] ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Harry got in, followed closely by Y/N. They put the things they bought aside, and walked towards the counter.
They were looking around. Ollivander: I was wondering when you and your twin would've come, Mr Potter. He said, looking at Harry, making them both jump in fear, since they didn't see him come to the counter.
He was a tall old man, and looked at them as if he was studying them both. He then took out two long boxes and opened them, giving each of them a wand.
They took them and looked at him in confusion.
Ollivander: Come on! Wave them! He said.
They did as he said, and all the drawers in the room opened, and now a lot of used quills were flying everywhere.
Y/N: Ops... He said in an apologetic tone.
Ollivander gave them two new wands. Ollivander: Try these. He said.
The twins waved the wands, and a nearby vase exploded, splashing water on the floor.
Ollivander: No. Definitely not. He said, heading to the back of the shop.
When he came back, a few seconds later, he had two new wands, but his expression was completely different. He was really serious.
Ollivander: I wonder... Try these. He said.
Ollivander: 11 inches, Holly, Phoenix Feather. He said, handing one to Harry.
Ollivander: 11 inches, Oak, Basilisk scales and Phoenix Feather. He said, handing the other one to Y/N.
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(Y/N's wand)
Once the twins took the Wands, they felt a warm feeling, and Ollivander, seeing their surprised face, immediately understood they had found their wands.
Ollivander: Strange. Very, strange. He kept repeating, as he put the wands back in their boxes, and handed them to the twins.
Harry: Sorry, but what's so strange? He asked.
Ollivander: It's the Wand that chooses the wizard, Mr Potter, always remember that. You see, I remember perfectly every wand I made. And the Phoenix whose feathers reside inside the core of your wands gave only three of them. Just three. It's really strange you're destinated to those wands, when their twin gave you that scar. He said, pointing to the scar on Harry's forehead.
He then turned to look at Y/N. Ollivander: But what's more strange, is the fact that you're destinated to that wand, Mr. Potter. He said, pointing at Y/N.
Y/N looked at him. Y/N: Why? He asked, in confusion.
Ollivander: Wands like yours are really, really rare. You see, very few wands have Basilisk Scales in their cores. It's a material very hard to find, and also very rare. As far as Wizarding History is concerned, only Two wizards were known to possess wands with Basilisk Scales in their cores. Those wands symbolise Strength and Power beyond one's wildest dreams. He said.
Y/N's eyes widened in shock as he heard those words.
Harry: Who was the wielder of the wand who gave us these scars? He asks.
Ollivander looked at him. Ollivander: Oh, We do not pronounce his name. He slowly said.
Ollivander: He was the most powerful dark wizard of the last century, and probably one of the worst to ever exist. It's clear that we can expect great things from you both. After All, He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named did great things. Terrible, yes, but indeed Great. He said, looking at the boys.
They were about to leave when they looked outside, and a wide smile grew on their faces. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 580 words.
