Twins: A Different Life

Flying with the Gryffindorks

Before he knew it, Harry had been in the future for over two months, and he couldn't believe how well he had adapted.

He had grown so close to Siri and Remus that he couldn't imagine life without them, even more so than with the Founders. He finally understood why Rowena had made him promise not to search for their portraits.

Since he was old enough to comprehend, he had always known that after his eleventh birthday, he would never be able to see them physically again. Only now did he realise how much seeing their portraits would have impacted him.

Sirius and Remus, should the Fates allow it, still had many years ahead of them—possibly over a century. Harry shared that same destiny and would have time to live, grow, and love alongside them. He had been granted this opportunity because he had worked to rebuild the lost bond with his Godfather and Uncle, but he never forgot the bonds he had shared with the Founders.

If Rowena hadn't made him promise not to search for their portraits, he would have spent every spare moment trying to find them, eager to speak with them as soon as possible. He often wished fiercely that they were there with him, but then he would realise that he could go and see Sirius and Remus and the need would die down a bit.

Draco had rapidly become his best friend; he and the blond were inseparable. 

Harry hadn't interacted much with the students at Hogwarts. Not only was he younger than all of them, but it was also difficult to explain where he had come from. Whenever the topic arose, he simply said that he was Salazar's distant cousin, and no one asked any further questions.

Unfortunately for most of the teaching staff, the two students known as the Snakes had become the Slytherin House's equivalent of the Weasley twins; they were constantly engaging in some form of mischief. The teachers, however, remained unaware of their identity, as the Snakes had not yet been caught. They took pride in this fact, though they kept their bragging very quiet.

Harry had also grown quite close to the stoic Potions Master, granting him access to all things related to potions. He came to understand that Snape possessed a very dark sense of humour, accompanied by a sarcastic streak sharp enough to cut steel.

He had quite successfully avoided anything related to his 'family', the failed family weekend deterring them slightly, much to Harry's relief. It wasn't perfect, but overall, Harry loved the future. 

One morning, when he entered the common room, he spotted a notice announcing flying lessons. Immediately, he turned around and raced back up to the dormitory. He flung open Draco's curtains and jumped onto his bed, causing Draco—who was not expecting the sudden intrusion—to tumble onto the floor.

"Why?" He demanded, glaring up at Harry, who had fallen about giggling.

"Sorry," He gasped, "I wanted to tell you about flying lessons."

"So you decided to throw me out of bed at this unmagical hour."

"It's like 7 am!" Harry exclaimed.

"What?" Draco yelped, leaping up. "Why didn't you wake me?"

"I did. You said you were getting up." Harry defended, rolling his eyes as the Malfoy Heir rushed about to get ready. 

Since none of the other boys were getting up, which Harry entirely blamed their late-night Astronomy class for, he waved his wand and splashed cold water on all of them. Of course, he wasn't foolish enough to stay in the room after doing that; he slipped out the door before anyone could pin the blame on him. The glares he received when they finally made their way down to the common room made it clear they knew exactly who had woken them up, and he grinned at their annoyance.