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List made, Harry looked at the books, trying to decide where to start. There were four of them. There was a small brown one, barely more than a leaflet, titled Overview of the Wizarding World for Muggleborn Students; a large heavy tome bound in dark leather with Hogwarts, A History embossed in golden script across the front. The deep blue one was called Great Wizarding Events of the Twentieth Century. The smallest one, but not the thinnest, was black with bright red writing. History of the Blood War it was called.
He grabbed the leaflet first, thinking it was possibly an introductory book of some type. The drawings in it looked more appropriate for small children, but it was informative. It went over things such as the government, including a list of laws relevant to students; the banking and currency system, with was entirely separate from the muggles, and run by goblins. It also answered one of his first questions. Wizards sent mail using owls, which Harry thought was both absurd and genius.
Harry filled out half a dozen more pages, front and back, of things to look up from the leaflet. He even tried out the quill and ink before switching back to his pencil. Eventually, he'd have to learn to use the quill, according to the book, but it would take practice. The black smudge on one of the pages was completely illegible.
When someone knocked on the door again, he was deep into Great Wizarding Events, reading about a man called Grindelwald and his failed revolution.
"Harry?" James called out. "Dinner is ready. Do you want to join us?"
He hadn't realized it had gotten so late. There wasn't a clock in the room, and the history book was fascinating enough that he hadn't noticed the sun setting.
Us, James said, which must mean Alex was here. James hadn't impressed him, but maybe his brother would be better. Harry sat the book aside.
James was smiling at him when he opened the door.
The kitchen was directly below Harry's room. It was a large space, lit by torches and candles that were unnaturally bright. Wooden countertops encircled half the room, with an old fashioned wood burning stove splitting them in half. Opposite the stove was another large fireplace just to the right of the doorway. Beyond the kitchen was an old, warn dining table with several chairs around it.
Sitting at the table was a boy. His face was almost the same as Harry's, a little more filled out, but then, Harry didn't get regular meals. The boy had the same messy black hair Harry shared with James. Harry's own skin was a few shades lighter than the boys, who had a healthy, sunkissed glow about him. Behind round glasses similar to Harry's own (but without the sellotape), even the shape of their eyes was the same. Really, the biggest difference between them that he could see, was that while Harry's own eyes were an unnaturally bright emerald green, the other boys were hazel.
Upon seeing Harry, the boy jumped up from his chair, and threw himself at Harry.
"You're here!" he shouted into Harry's ear. Even their voice was the same.
Cringing, Harry tried to pull away. Alex was gripping him too tightly though. Panic started to well up in him.
"Let him breathe," James laughed.
Just like that, Harry was free from the bruising grip.
"Harry, this is your twin, Alex," James said.
It took everything in Harry not to roll his eyes.
Alex pulled him towards the table. "I've been waiting forever to meet you," he said. Then he added, "Sit here." Alex was pointing at the chair directly across from where he'd been sitting.
The chair exploded into confetti just as he put all of his weight on it, dumping him onto the hard stone floor. Alex howled with laughter.
"Welcome to the family," he shouted.
Harry looked to James as he stood up, who was also laughing. "We're a couple of mischief makers in this house," he told Harry.
"Right," Harry said taking the next chair over, which thankfully didn't explode when he sat down. Pranking was a better alternative to beatings.
Dinner was herb roasted chicken with jacket potatoes and glazed carrots. It was the best thing he'd ever tasted. While they ate, Alex shot rapid-fire questions at him. Most of them, Harry didn't know how to answer.
Interupting Alex, Harry told James he thought he was a good cook.
"Dad's an awful cook," Alex laughed. "He can burn water! The elves made dinner."
"Elves?" Harry asked.
"House Elves." Alex said it like Harry should already know what he was talking about.
"Muggles don't have house elves, "James pointed out.
"Then who cooks and cleans?" Alex said, bewildered.
I did, Harry wanted to say.
James answered for him. "I'd imagine they do it themselves, the way most witches and wizards do. Granted, they don't have magic," then he turned his attention to Harry. "We are very fortunate to have our elves. There are four that serve us here. You'll meet them tomorrow, I expect."
Mentally, Harry added them to his list of things to learn more about.
Conversation continued through the rest of dinner in a similar fashion. Through Alex's clumsy questions, Harry learned a little more about his new world and how different is was from the one he'd grown up in.
They were eating pudding, a rich chocolate cake, when Hogwarts came up. James was telling a story about a prank he pulled his first night in the castle, and the damage it had done to one of the beds in the dorm room.
"They made me take the bed, all seven years in that bed. I carved my name into the headboard," he said.
"When we get there, we should try to find Dad's old bed," Alex said excitedly.
"You have to be sorted into Gryffindor first," James told him.
"What is Gryffindor?" Harry asked.
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