The Potter Twins And The Sorcerer's/Philosopher's Stone

Chapter One: The Vanishing Glass (Third Person)

Percy dried a dish that Harry had passed him. The Dursleys make them do all the chores. Breakfast had just ended, and they left their dishes for them to clean.

Harry and Percy made a good team. They were twins, so they had this special twin bond thing. They could talk to each other through their minds.

They disagreed at times, but rarely had any real, big arguments.  They had a lot of similarities — many people attributed that to the fact that they're twins, but really they'd just learned over the years to work together.

They both lived in the same house, their Aunt's house with her husband and their son. They were both treated terribly by them — but Dudly, their Aunt's son, wasn't.

They both liked to swim and they read a lot.  Well, Harry did — Percy preferred for Harry to read to him through the mental link because of his dyslexia.  Harry had dyslexia as well, but it was far more manageable; they also had ADHD, but their levels of that were more balanced between them.

They had plenty of differences, but most people didn't look close enough to see their differences beyond the very obvious: namely that Harry wore glasses, while Percy did not.

They stuck together. They were inseparable.

It was known throughout their school.

One time, they had gotten different schedules with only two classes, lunch, and recess with each other.

They had both gone to the principle and managed to convince him to change their schedules. The pair could be persuasive, but it had really only actually worked because the principal was new in town and so had not yet been told all of the rumors about the them yet.

"Boys," came the voice of Vernon Dursley, their aunt's husband. "Are you done yet?"

"Yes," both of the boys said at the same time.

"Good. You boys better get to cleaning the house."

"Okay," they said at the same time again.

So Percy passed Harry Dudley's toys while Harry ran to put them away.

Teamwork. It makes it all get done faster.

That's what the twins thought. And they were right, of course.

(A/N Wtf cheezy sht is this—sounds like some kid cartoon lmao—)

When they were done cleaning up the whole house, they walked into the room where the Dursleys all were.

"Uncle?" They both said at the same time.

"What?" He replied.

"May we please-" Percy started.

"Go to the-" Harry continued.

"Library?" They both finished.

"Okay whatever. Be back in an hour to make dinner if you want to eat tonight."

"Thank you," they both said, and they walked out of the room, then out of the house, and to the library.

They returned the books they had finished reading. The librarian smiled at them.

"Back again, are you?" She asked.

"Yep," the twins said. The librarian was the only person that was nice to them, though even she watched them more carefully than she would other kids.

Harry found a few books. They stayed at the library for a while, Harry reading to himself and Percy in his head and Percy twirling a pen absently as he listened and pretended to read a different book.