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Chapter 1
“ Are you positive this is the place?” Harrison asked. I took a moment to observe him. His jaw was tight, the tendons on his neck sticking up with the movement. He was nervous as I was in this moment. “Point me Red’s Bar”. My wand spun in a few circles but came out the same as before. Seeing the spell complete my brother groaned. “ 10 Gallons hes the head of a gang and wants nothing to do with us” Harrison said with a seriousness only reserved for situations he doesn’t know the outcome of. The tone of voice I only normally hear in battle from him. “We have nothing to lose and everything to gain, let’s go.” I was better at hiding my emotions than Harrison. Growing up, I was the perfect doll for petunia to poke at. If I didn’t hide how digusted I was then Harrison took my punishment. I wasn’t a very quick learner. Now though years later, it’s second nature. We held hands as we walked in. Our twin bond singing, blood pumping. Our magic knew we were at a tipping point. It felt almost like we were walking in slow motion. Bikers were standing outside next to a row of parked motorbikes. Taking a deep breath and feeling my twin brother to the same before holding the door open for me. It was dark inside, neon lights being the main source. Black out curtains I’m assuming making it seem like a nightlife scene 24/7. They must not get a lot of new comers because everything stopped when we stepped in. The only thing still going was the music. I counted 10 men and 5 females were looked more like hookers than waiters. All the men were surprisingly dressed like Harrison. Black or blue jeans, boots, and a leather jacket of some kind. Harrison wore black jeans, a red shirt under one of Sirius’s old leather jackets that still smelt like him thanks to magic. His hand slid from my hand to my shoulder, pushing me slightly behind him.
Rolling my eyes I stepped around my brother and said lightly “ Ello, we are looking for someone. Perhaps one of you could help us out?” Harrison’s shoulders tensed. He didn’t like this plan. I contuined “ Anyone know a Trent Greyson?” One of the men seemed to lock every muscle in his body, wound up like a small toy car. He looked ready to either bolt or fight us to the death. “What do you want with the prez?” “The prez?” Harrison asked. His green eyes seemingly to glow in the dark. He felt close to winning those 10 gallons. Harrison seemed to have relaxed to the others but to anyone who knows him, he’s ready to pounce. “We only know his legal name, we just want to have a conversation with him and then we can move on” Harrison added. The man stood up. Dark black hair put up in a man bun, black jeans, boots that sounded heavy as he walked towards us. Scanning him head to toe I realized I was almost drooling. Harrison’s shoulders were holding back his laugh but also gave him away. The man seemed to realize this at the time I did. He smirked. Well, that just won’t do. I smiled a full teeth smile, cocking my head to one side. “ well why don’t you intodruce yourself?”. He held out on hand to me, “ runner is the name.” I had to look up at the man. Even with my boots I’m still the shortest in the room. He towered over my small 5’3 frame. Almost two heads taller than me. I shook his hand and said “ Iris Potter-Black”. He reached over to shake Harrison’s hand . “ Harrison Potter-Black”. A small smile crossed runners Face. “ siblings?” He asked . “ Twins actually.” We both answered. He laughed a small chuckle. “ Now what do you want with the prez? Nobody ever comes asking by the legal names unless something is up.” Runner was serious. “ Is there someone we could talk without the entire town hearing about it before he does?” I asked with a raised eyebrow. Everyone in the bar was listening. All other conversations stopped when we stepped in. The bartender did the best job of pretending to not listen but even her laughing shoulders gave it away. Runner cocked his head at the bartender. The woman nodded her head and unlocked a door behind the bar. “ follow me” runner grunted. As we walked, my heels could be heard in the silence. It was unnerving how quiet it had become. When the door shut behind us, Harrison grabbed my elbow and sat me down in one of the chairs. He stood with his back to the wall, ready for anything to attack us. This didn’t go unnoticed by runner but he didn’t say anything.
“Now , explain. “ Runner demanded. “ We just turned 18 two weeks ago. “ I started. Runner grinned and winked at me. I continued, “we found a letter in our family vault. It was from our mother. Turns out she took a little vacation time here from September 1997-October 1997. We were born July 31, 1998. So you see, our birth father wasn’t in the picture apparently. We were adopted by the head of the potter family. Making James our adopted father. The letter stated Trent Greyson being the only possibility. We wanted to see if he would consent to a DNA test. We don’t want anything, we are rich from our inheritance. We have no family left and maybe just maybe he might wanna get to know us. Know he had kids out there. Maybe he won’t and we will never bother him again. Now are you going to help us or do we need to find him alone?”. I spoke calmly and firmly. Facts spoken always went better than being a bitch about it.
Runners eyes went huge and he said “Oh, Fuck.” And rubbed a hand over his face. He said “ let me make a call, don’t leave.” He then walked out the door and slammed the door shut. “ That went well.”Harrison said. “He could have laughed in our face and said get lost, nobody cares about your daddy issues.” Harrison laughed deep and smiled. “ Daddy issues huh? Now we both know that’s the truth. Kill a dark lord? No problem but bring up the parents? Your like a nuclear bomb waiting to happen”. He laughed at my expense. I’ve always been more sensitive towards our parents death. I remember more than he does. Of course I’ve shared it all with him but it’s not the same. While we were birckering and waiting, I saw a small camera move in the corner. “ think he’s watching us, do we look like him? Come on we don’t bite.” I smiled wide and shook my hands like an idiot. Harrison snorted and said “ yes you do, Crabb would say differently.” “ Fuck off Harrison!” I laughed.
We waited for about 20 minutes. I was ready to just leave and find him myself. As I was standing up and walking towards the door. It opened, slamming the door to the wall. Barley missing Harrison who didn’t even flinch. Bastard. A man easily 6’5, dark black hair with Harrison’s eye shape but my color. Bright blue eyes with a large beard. Bodybuilder body type, leather jacket, boots and blue jeans. He smelled like smoke and whiskey. He took one look at Harrison and said “Lilly’s eyes”. He turned to look at me and said “Holy shit it’s like a carbon copy. You look just like her, just with my eye.” He slowly cupped my face, I allowed it because I could see he was in shock. “How, when,…it doesn’t matter. You found me. Your Lilly’s children that’s for sure.” He asked us to sit down.
He was staring at my face. My red hair braided into Viking braids ontop of my head. The gold earrings, my one green eye and one bright blue. My Cupid bow lips. He was right I was the copy of my mother with one of his eyes. But Harrison. After fixing the malnutrition caused by the whales, he filled out completely. Strong broad shoulders, he shot up to 6’6. Long black hair in a man bun. Bright green jewel like eyes. He looked just like the man in front of me. After letting Trent look at us, I smiled and shook out my hands “ congratulations Daddy it’s Twins!”.
Chapter 2: Chapter 2
Summary:
Things continue in the back room. New surprises arise.
Notes:
I have no idea where this is going. I honestly thought this would be a one-shot
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Chapter 2
Trent couldn’t stop staring at his..daughters face. She was beautiful. Ethereal seemed to be the best Trent could describe her. Her sense of humor came straight from him. His oldest..is he the oldest anymore?..looked like a warrior but was a jokester thru and thru. He swung his gaze over to his son. Tall, muscular arms crossed over his chest. Trent caught the end of the eye roll he was giving his sister’s performance. Seems this was a common theme, well it seems he will never be bored.
Iris thought her new dad looked amused so she gave him a big smile. One secretly full of hope, she didn’t like feeling vulnerable but she was willing to give this a shot. “Alright, let’s cut the shit. Do you wanna know us or do we need to walk away before getting attached? “ Harrison hadn’t relaxed any. He wanted a family that wanted him and his sister but they could always start that family without the biological factor. Iris looked at her father and waited. His eyes tightened, his hands curled into fist and he looked..angry..then sad..then excited. “I’m sad I didn’t get to know you growing up. I missed all the important things. But it’s never too late for family. I want to know you and that’s not a temporary idea. You have a brother. He’s 18 as well. His name is Micheal. He goes by mich. he’s been my whole world. His mother died in child birth. So when I say I want you, I mean I truly want to be your father. It’ll take time, we will have to bond and get to know each other but yes, god yes do I want Lilly’s children to be my own. “ I turned to look at Harrison. We have a brother…our eyes held an entire conversation. Harrison titled his head, I nodded. “ we would like to stick around if that’s okay with you. We can find our own accommodations.” I said with a glow of happiness in my eyes. “If your comfortable…you could stay with me. I have the room and it could help us get to know each other…if I’m not over stepping.” Trent said with an easy smile. I’ve seen that smile a million times, just on Harrison’s face. Harrison nodded at me. “Alright then, I guess we will be living with you.” Trent beamed. “That’s great! Are you guys hungry? We could go grab dinner and head back to the house. Mich should be home later tonight. “ Harrison sounding like a brat said “ oh absolutely, she was so full of nerves on the way over, we didn’t get to each anything this morning.” I elbowed him in the ribs. “ such an asshole” I hissed in his ear when he bent over. We used parsaltounge to communicate with each other a lot. It can be almost whispered and we could understand it. Perfect for situations we tend to find ourselves in. I stood, then so did Trent. He was huge compared to me. He stood at least 6’4. Large shoulders and long legs. He took a step closer to me and asked..”could I hug you?”. I couldn’t say no, he had such a hopeful look on his face. I leaned towards him and he hugged me . Big and strong, whiskey filled my nose along with cigarette smoke. But it wasn’t overpowering, I felt more at home than I had ever before. I relaxed and let myself hug my father for the first time.
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