The Lost Twin ( Harry Potter Fanfic)

5 Years Later

5 Years Later

Daily Prophet

Another Killing.

by Abigail Reuil

Another death has been reported in Sury, England. A muggle family of four was reportedly kill by the famous 'Avada Kedrava Curse." They seemed to have been tortured before they were killed. Now, questions arise as to who would have done such a tragic activity? Maybe the Dark Lord is back..

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Daily Prophet

Anniversary of the Death of The Lost Twin

by Mark Waskst

It's been five years since, Rose Evans was killed, who was The famous Harry Potter's lost twin. She was killed by none other than Lord Voldermort , who at the time was possessing  a teachers body. The two, Evans and Potter, had went to save the Sorcerers Stone, but only Potter survived. The sorcerer stone was found in the dungeons about three hours after the whole incident. -

This was completely absurd, stupid and idiotic, I wasn't dead. Now let me tell you, how i fooled the whole wizarding community to believe I, Rose Evans was dead. Let me tell you the details of that night. See after the Dark Lord apparted with me, we arrived at a very old Manor.

He explained his plan to me, it was very simple. The wizarding community would have to believe both of us were dead. So, he took out a a year's elixir from the red gleaming stone, and saved it. He then apparted back into Hogwarts put the stone near the mirror of erised, and came back. Yes, i know what your thinking, why only a year? 

Well simple, he planned to run out of the elixir and come back in a more permanent form. Well the next year after the that, he tried. He tried to come back from a a memory, he almost killed a girl in the process, but yet again, my master failed.

He came back in a weak shape, but he was back and I took care of him. 

The next year, we had a visitor, Peter Pettigrew. Peter also had failed to kill Harry Potter, but even then the Dark Lord had accepted his help. Peter and I took care of the Dark Lord. Peter told us about Harry's life, and his friend Ron, he told us about his family. About Fred and George. (Anger flew through me as he mentioned those names.)

The week  before, what would have been my fourth year at Hogwarts, we  had a very peculiar visitor. 

Barty Crouch.

He came to the door, dripping in the rain, with a gleam of madness in his eyes, and said he needed help. Of course we helped the young mad man break out of his father's ( very weak, by the way) imperious curse. He told us he had a plan. A plan to finally bring the Dark Lord back into his true body. 

The plan worked, and by the end of that year, my master was finally back. He, yet again, failed to kill Harry in the process. So, with my master finally being able to as powerful as he was before, began to plot. And that brings us to now, with me reading these stupid Daily Prophets mourning my death. 

And oh by the way, Yes, i did kill the muggle family. Alone.

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July 31st.

The Dark Lord had another problem now. He didn't know weather or not he should tell his death eaters about me. Well obviously, Peter, knew but he was too weak to actually be a threat. And Crouch has received the Dementor's kiss, so he was pretty much useless. 

So here I sat in a manor off the coast of an ocean, in a small bedroom, that Ive called home for the last four years.  Today was actually a special day, but I doubt any one remembered.. it was my 15th birthday. 

I walked down into the dining hall too see it was empty besides for a daily prophet and a plate filled with breakfast. I sat at the empty chair in front of it and picked up the Daily Prophet. What I saw, greatly cheered me up;

The Boy Who Lies

by Ella Reavloi

Harry Potter, the boy who lives or the boy who lies? The young boy has been telling everyone who-must-not-be-named is back, which is a complete and utter lie. If the Dark Lord was really back wouldn't we know? Wouldn't there be deaths? -

I laughed, there were tons of deaths, everyday. It was just that no one reported them and trust me when I say there were tons.. i was the one killing. 

Then i realized something that made me laugh even more, Harry must have been having a terrible  birthday also. I was still laughing, when I heard someone walk in. I looked up to see the Dark Lord standing there, his red eyes gleaming. He looked particularly mad.

" My Lord? Is there something wrong?" I asked, sitting up.

He hissed. 

Okay, so apparently I'm the one who's pissed him off..

"Yes.Rose. Something is wrong." He said, dangerously calm. 

I stayed quiet, waiting for him to continue. 

"You killed a muggle family! I was known for doing that! Were trying to make Potter look guilty here, but you're not helping!" He said, raising his wand.

I eyed his wand warily, and replied, " I'm sorry." 

"SORRY!?" He roared, and pointed his wand at me, " CRUCIO!"

I screamed out in pain, as he over and over again threw the cruicatious curse at me. When he finally thought i had enough, he left, leaving me on the ground, clutching my sides in agony. 

When i finally could move again, I angrily got up and walked to the front door. 

"Where do you think you going?" A cold voice said from behind me, Voldemorts.

"London. Is that a problem?"

"Go unnoticed."

"Always." I muttered, and walked out, pulling my black hood over my newly dyed blond hair.  I apparated, (Yes, The Dark Lord has taught me how to apparate when i was 13) to a small street near, Privet Drive.

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