Hadrian Potter, 'Revenge'- My version

Brothers

"Mum? Dad?" A voice called out.

Lily snapped out of a revery and James sat up straighter. There was no mistaking who the voice belonged to. There was a young boy, no older than eleven, standing by the door. He looked nothing like either twin, nor did he look like James. He was all Lily. A mop of straight red hair sat on top of his head and dark green eyes gazed at his parents.

"Daniel, sweetheart," Lily smiled lovingly.

"Mum, Terry's was so fun, his dad let us fly in the garden and we had a match," Daniel babbled animatedly.

"Daniel," James interrupted, a warning clear in his tone.

Daniel Potter looked at his father confused. His forest eyes stared curiously at his father. Suddenly, his naive gaze found the twins's foreign forms. Hadrian's small smile and glinting eyes awaited him, soft, yet menacing at the same time. His gaze shifted over to the girl. Harriet's sharp knowing gaze and otherwise expressionless face made him uncomfortable; it was as if she was staring into his soul, learning everything about him and every secret he ever held. Harriet watched as her youngest brother regarded her and her twin, his frown deepening as he stared.

Daniel's gaze shifted to his mother, his question clear to everyone in the room. He noticed how her smile didn't quite reach her eyes, not how it should. The smile-if it could be called one-was trying to encourage him, assure him that it would be alright. He didn't believe it. Instead, Daniel turned to his father, the man he had always tried-and succeeded-to impress, the man he admired and wanted to be when he grew older. James Potter didn't smile, not even a small one. Instead, he sat upright and stiff, as if he were waiting for something bad to happen.

"Daniel, this is your brother Hadrian." Lily uttered.

"And your sister Harriet." James continued.

Harriet's inner 10 year old shouted in joy, but she didn't show it. She didn't let it faze her. This was the man who ignored her, ignored her pleas for attention and praise, and her cries for help and love. There was no need for childish joy over something that man did.

Daniel's eyes widened comically, and he turned back to the dark-haired strangers. He searched their faces desperately for any sense of familiarity. Daniel swallowed, he couldn't find anything. There was nothing about these strangers that he remembered, nothing familiar or that resembled the twins he had once known. Instead, he was met with cool green eyes and startling smirks. The eyes weren't kind, nor were they particularly mean. Neither were the smirks; they were simply startling in their knowledge and in their indifference. He felt their eyes assess him, looking him up and down. He felt the cool green eyes look him head to toe and back again.

"The twins are back for the summer," Lily revealed, swallowing tightly.

Daniel's gaze turned back to the woman from who he got his hair and eyes. He knew his mother-knew what she looked like when she was happy, sad, and most everything in between. He knew when she was anxious, as she was now. He saw how the anxiety tightened the skin around her eyes, saw the fear that clouded her eyes. He watched as his mother glanced over his shoulder back at his older siblings. A strange emotion took over her usually warm features. It was a strange mix between love and fear; he couldn't find the right word for it.

"You're my siblings?" Daniel dared to ask the strangers.

Hadrian regarded his brother for a moment, impressed with his ability to assess the situation without yet uttering a word. Now, staring intently at the boy, he noticed the smattering of freckles on his face. The boy's eyes searched the twins warily, staring, but not truly seeing a thing.

Harriet watched their younger brother as well, but did not stop as shallow as Hadrian had. She noted how he stood, unsure and wary, and how he stared at her and the boy sitting with her. She noticed how, while wary, he stared at them with longing, as if he so desperately wanted to recognize something within the twins. Harriet recalled how as a small child, Daniel would always try to help her bake or paint, how she pushed him away, never desiring much company outside of her twin, the house elves, and eventually Remi Rose. There was no guilt that panged in her heart, no regret in her mind for pushing away her youngest brother.