Lights Up ✪Harry Potter's twin brother✪

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"𝓐rchie! Get up! Wake up!" Harry Potter yelled at his twin brother, but the boy was proving increasingly more impossible to awaken. Archibald groaned and rolled over onto his brother's feet, causing Harry to sigh and kick his brother in the stomach, the boy flinched and opened his eyes, staring at his brother in disgust.

"Ow." He stated plainly, before sitting up and rubbing his abdomen with a glare at his brother.

"I did try to wake you." Harry said, raising his eyebrows at his brother, who just glared at him again and started hunting for clean clothes.

"Thanks Harry." Archibald sighed at his brother, who laughed at him.

"You're welcome Archibald. Now hurry up. We need to make the bacon and coffee, it's Dudley's birthday." Harry told him. Archibald stared at him for a moment, before his eyes widened.

"That's tomorrow, right?" Archibald asked. Harry shook his head.

"You said that yesterday. It's today." He pointed out. Archibald frowned.

"Don't give me that look." Archibald said accusingly at his brother.

"What look?" Harry frowned.

"The look you give me every time you think that I said something stupid." Archibald answered.

"You did say something stupid." Harry told him with a hint of smugness in his voice.

"It was a genuine question." Archibald responded, before sighing. "You're doing it again!" He added.

"I'm not doing anything. Now hurry up." Harry answered back. Archibald rolled his eyes and pulled on his socks.

"Let's go!" He yelled happily, doing an army style roll out of the cupboard under the stairs. Harry laughed and shook his head, before following his brother into the kitchen, where Harry began to make bacon and Archibald began to make their aunt and uncle some coffee.

When the two had finished and eyebrow was sat at the table, Archibald noticed the way Dudley's face changed from happy to angry as he counted his presents. The twins looked at one another and quickly began to eat their breakfast, but Dudley turned the table over, again.

However, that did not happen. Instead an argument began to break out, but Archibald wasn't bothered by that, he was too busy cutting the fat from his bacon into tiny pieces. Harry was watching him, concern on his face.

"Arch, what are you doing?" He asked. Archibald shrugged.

"I don't know." He answered with another shrug.

"Mrs. Figg is ill, she can't take them." Aunt Petunia said, after thinking that her conversation on the phone with someone who was presumably Mrs. Figg. Both Harry and Archibald looked up at this. At least they wouldn't have to spend another day looking at pictures of cats, again.

"What about you friend, what's her name? Yvonne." Uncle Vernon asked. Aunt Petunia shook her head at once.

"On holiday in Majorca. What about Marge?" Petunia asked, this time it was Vernon's turn to shake his head.

"Don't be silly. she hates the boys." Vernon answered.

"You could leave us here." Harry suggested. Archibald and Uncle Vernon snorted at the same time. Harry elbowed his brother in the stomach, causing the boy to grunt in pain, and double over, clutching his stomach.

"You were being serious?" Archibald wheezed in surprise. Harry winced at him and mouthed a 'sorry' as he realized that he had hurt his brother.

"And find the house blown up!" Vernon shrieked.