The Potter Twins and the Philosopher's Stone

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**Emilia's POV**
My eyes began to flutter open, my arm covering my eyes as bright light blinded me.

"Oh my lord!" The sound of a lady gasping in shock and a bottle smashing rang through my ears, making me sit up. "Potter, thank heavens, you're awake!" The woman rushed over to me and started feeling my face. "No temperature..." she checked my pulse. "Good blood pressure... my, if I didn't say so myself, I'd say it's a miracle you're alive, Ms. Potter. Especially after your terrible blow to the head. My, that was a forty-nine out of fifty chance of being terminal." I looked at her, tired and confused from everything that's happened.

"What... what blow?" The lady looked at me with wide eyes.

"Ms. Potter..."

"Who's Ms. Potter?" I asked, rubbing my forehead with my palm. Everything hurt.

The giant wooden doors to the giant room I was in started to open, and five figures started to run at me, gasping and yelling. Two looked exactly alike, one was ginger like the two similar boys, one was a girl with bushy hair, and the one in the front had jet black hair and warm electric green eyes.

"Emilia!"

"Thank Merlin, you're awake!"

"I thought you'd never wake up!"

I pushed myself backwards in so much startle, I nearly fell off the bed.

"Who are you?!" I screamed, horrified. Where the bloody hell was I?

They all stopped running, bright faces suddenly turning very blue- almost concerned.

The boy with a scar on his head slowly walked up to me.

"E-Emi?" He reached his hand out and carefully took my hand in his. I almost wanted to move away, but something about him just felt... home. "I-it's me, Emi. It's Harry."

"Harry...?" Tears started to well up in his eyes as he searched my face for any sign that I was joking but... I wasn't. "You seem very lovely, Harry. Who are you?" I slowly spoke, choosing my words very carefully.

"I-I'm," he took a breath. "I'm your twin, Emi. I'm your brother..."

I turned my head and saw my reflection in the window and nearly laughed.

"You look nothing like me, Harry," I joked, but no one else seemed to laugh. I cleared my throat awkwardly.

"Mr. Potter..." we all looked over to see the lady from before looking at all of us with sad eyes. "With such a detrimental blow..." she paused. "I'm afraid Ms. Emilia may have temporary amnesia."

**Harry's POV**

WHAT?!?!!????!?!?!??!?!?

I grabbed Emilia by the shoulders.

"Emi, it's me, Harry! We've been best friends forever, ever since we were born. Emi, say you remember me!" My heart started too crack slowly as I looked at her in the eyes and knew without words being spoken- she couldn't remember anything.

Ugh, too much was happening! It's like an awful fan fiction where the author doesn't have a clue what to write so they put a butt ton of drama then a terrible plot twist because they have nothing better to write!

"Potter, I find it best if you leave," Madam Pomfrey looked at me with sad eyes, and I just held onto Emilia even tighter.

"Emilia, please, say you remember something!" Before I knew it, a pair of arms wrapped around my waist and was lifting me up and out of the infirmary. "No! No! Put me down!" I started to tear up as my eyes swelled with tears. "Emilia! No! Stop! I can't leave her! I can't leave her!"

"Harry, I'm sorry mate, we have to go!"

"No! Emi!"

The giant wooden doors shut.

Emi didn't remember who I was.

The person holding me let me go and I knelt to the floor, head down, wiping tears from my eyes.

"This is all my fault..."