Section 1

On the bench at the London Underground Station, Hagrid and Harry were sitting there eating burgers. Harry kept looking around, and no matter what, he always felt that everything around him was strange.

"You're nothing, Harry? You don't say a word." Hager said.

"Harry didn't know if he could make it clear. He had just had the best birthday in his life. But - he was chewing the burger, thinking about what to say.

"Hagge, can I talk to me about my brother," he said at last, "Mr. Ollivander mentioned my brother, but he confused me, and the people in the Burnt Cauldron Bar, Professor Quirrell, they all thought I had accomplished great things, but when they mentioned my brother, they were all - well, somewhat dodging, I mean, I felt that their expressions were a little unnatural, as if, a little scared. I had no impression of him, and in the night when my parents died, I had no idea what had happened."

Hagrid leaned over through the table. A kind but weird expression appeared under his messy beard and eyebrows, which seemed to be a very unnatural smile.

"Well, in fact, Dumbledore doesn't want me to say too much about your brother to you. You two are twins," Haeger noticed Harry's expression in surprise, "Yes, you-----like-looking almost exactly the same, your brother, whose name is Sauron, is a little weird name, the name of your mother. On that night, only you two survived."

"Why haven't I heard of him? I mean, why didn't he live with me?" Harry seemed a little anxious. "But life with the Dursleys is not very good. I think if I can choose, I won't live with them."

Haeger patted Harry with comfort, hesitated for a while, and said, "Well, there's a reason for this - your brother is a little special. We can't let him live with those Muggles. In fact, your brother himself doesn't like living with Muggles himself. But I think you'll see him soon. He'll come to Hogwarts to school this year, and maybe you'll meet on the train."

...

The train to Hogwarts started, and the crimson steam locomotive was driving rapidly along the rails. Harry sat alone in a compartment, feeling extremely excited. He didn't know what would happen in front, but at least it was better than the past that was left behind, not to mention that he could see his twin brother immediately. In fact, since Harry knew about his existence, the idea lingered in his mind like a root, and after he had just met the red-haired twins, the desire became even more eager.

The sliding door of the compartment opened, and a red-haired child walked in. He was tall and thin, clumsy, with freckles on his face, big hands, big feet, and long nose.

"Is there anyone here?" he asked, pointing to the seat opposite Harry. "There are all over the place."

Harry shook his head. The child sat down. He glanced at Harry, immediately turned his eyes out of the car, pretending not to look at Harry. Harry saw that there was still a dirty thing on the tip of his nose.

"Hey, Ron."

A pair of twin brothers are here too.

"Listen, we're going to walk in the middle car now, - Lee Jordan got the spider-carrying that was always big."

"Oh." Ron mumbled. Harry noticed that his expression was unnatural.

"Harry," said another of the twins, "we haven't thought you could introduce yourself yet, are you? Fred and George Weasley. This is our little brother. See you later."

"Goodbye." Harry and Ron said. The twin brothers pulled the compartment door up.

"Are you really Harry Potter?" Ron blurted out.

Harry nodded.

"Oh, okay, I thought Fred and George were joking with me." Ron said, "Then you take it seriously-you know..."

He pointed to Harry's forehead.

Harry swept away a lock of hair on his forehead, revealing a lightning-shaped scar. Ron widened his eyes. Ron opened his mouth but didn't say anything, and he found that Harry seemed to want to ask him something.

"Have you ever seen a boy in the car, who looks like me--well, I mean, he is my twin brother." Harry asked, hoping Ron had seen it, but to his disappointment, Ron just widened his eyes.

"Sorry, you mean, you're twins, like George and Fred?"

"Yes, but I've never seen him, I've been living with Muggles, and before Hagrid told me, I didn't know anything about the wizard, my brother or my parents, or about Voldemort's affairs-"

Ron was so scared that he couldn't breathe. He seemed shocked and moved by Harry's name, but Harry said it was not because he was brave but because he didn't know what the name meant. In fact, Harry was worried that he had no idea about magic at all.

While they were talking, the train had already driven out of London, fields and grasslands passed by the window, but the two did not pay attention. The two children were having a great time chatting, and they found that they were interested in each other. At about twelve 30, the saleswoman who sold food pushed the cart through the aisle, and Harry bought a lot of food to share with Ron. Harry was very excited. He had never used pocket money to buy snacks, and no one would share with him. Not only that, all kinds of strange foods in the magic world also attracted him. Just as Harry and Ron were eating Bibidobeans, someone knocked on the door of their compartment. A round-faced boy walked in, his eyes full of tears. Harry remembered that he had passed by him on the 9 and 3/4 platform.

"I'm sorry," he said, "I want to ask, have you seen my toad?"

Harry and Ron both shook their heads, and the boy burst into tears. He said he lost it again, and the toad always wanted to escape. Harry comforted the boy, but it didn't seem to work, and the boy left sadly.

Ron talked about pets with Harry. Ron didn't like toads, but obviously he didn't have a good impression of his mouse, Banban. Through chatting, Harry knew that Ron had five older brothers, so the things he used were old, whether it was a robe, a wand, a textbook or something else, and of course, his pet rat. Just as Ron was about to use a wand with a wand exposed to the core of the stick to demonstrate to Harry how to turn the mouse yellow, the door of the compartment opened again. A little girl accompanied the boy who threw the toad to the two of them, and she had already changed into Hogwarts' new robe.

"Did anyone see a toad? Neville lost a toad." He said, his tone looking arrogant and arrogant. He had thick heavy hair and a pair of front teeth.

In fact, Harry and Ron had a bad first impression of her. After she commented on Ron's failed spell and said a lot of words like a cannon, Harry felt like a proud little goose, although Harry felt it was a bit rude to describe others like this.

"My name is Hermione Granger, by the way, what are your names?"

"My name is Ron Weasley," Ron muttered.

"Harry Potter," said Harry.

"Is it really you?" Hermione asked. "I know everything about you, of course-I bought a few extra reference books, "The History of Modern Magic", "The Rise and Fall of Dark Magic", "Important Magic Events in the Twentieth Century", and all of them mentioned you."

"Tell me?" Harry asked inexplicably.

"Oh my God, you don't know. If it were me, I would definitely find a way to find all the books mentioned to me." Hermione said, "Do you know which college you will be assigned to? I've asked everywhere, I hope to get Glendo, and they all say that it's the best. I heard that Dumbledore graduated from there, but I don't think Ravenclaw is too bad... Anyway, we'd better have to pioneer the hunt for Neville's toad. You'd better change your clothes quickly, and you know, we'll be here soon."

So she led the boy who threw the toad away.

"No matter which academy I'm assigned to, I don't want to be with her," said Ron.

Ron threw his wand into the suitcase and said, "This spell is useless, it was George who told me. I dare say, he must have known this was a fool."

"I don't know if she knows about my brother, I really want to see him." Harry said.

"You seem to want to see your brother, I mean, I have a lot of brothers, and in fact sometimes I don't like them."

"You know, I'm not having fun with those Muggles, I think it's fun to have an older brother." Obviously, Harry didn't understand Ron's idea.

"Which academy are your two brothers in?" Harry asked.

"Gryffindor," said Ron, who seemed unhappy again. "Mom and dad used to attend this college. If I didn't go to that college, I don't know what they would say. I don't think it would be particularly bad to go to Ravenclaw, but think about it, don't get me to Slytherin College."

"That's Fu-sorry, I mean, have you been a mysterious person?"

"No," Ron said, slumping in his seat, looking very upset.

"Look at me, the color of the slight beard has faded," Harry said, trying to shift Ron's attention away from the academy. "Since your two brothers have graduated, what are they doing now?"

Harry wonders what the wizard will do after graduating from school.

"Charlie studied dragons in Romania, and Bill worked for Gringot in Africa," said Ron. "Have you heard about Gringot? The Daily Prophet is full of books, but you live with Muggles, I don't think you will see this newspaper - someone is trying to rob the highly tight underground vault."

Harry's eyes widened.

"Really? What happened later?"

"There is nothing, and it's because of this that a big news broke out. They were not caught. My father said that obviously only the most powerful black wizards can try to get rid of the pursuit of the Gringott. But they didn't take anything away, so it's just a little bit here. Of course, whenever such things happen, everyone is in danger, and people are worried that there will be mysterious people instructing them behind the incident."

Ron asked in another question: "Which Quidditch team do you like?"

"Oh-I don't know anything," Harry admitted.

"What!" Ron seemed stunned. "This is the best entertainment in the world." Then he talked endlessly about the positions of four balls and seven players, and vividly talked about the famous ball games he had gone to with his brothers, and said that when he had money, he would buy a broom he liked. When he happened to talk about the most exciting part of the ball game, the door of the cubicle was pushed open again, but this time it was not the boy who lost the Toad, Neville, nor Hermione Granger.

Three boys came in, and the pale boy spoke out: "Is it true? Everyone on the train was talking about it, saying that Harry Potter was in this compartment. So, that's you, right?"

"Yes." Harry said, seeing the other two boys, both of whom were short and slim and looked particularly ugly, standing on both sides of the little white face, one on one side, just like his pair of bodyguards.

"Oh, this is Crab, this is Goll." The pale boy noticed Harry was looking at them and said casually, "My name is Malfoy, Draco Malfoy."

Ron coughed softly so as not to laugh out loud, and Draco Malfoy looked at him.

"You think my name is ridiculous, do you? Don't ask who you are. My father told me that the Weasleys have red hair, freckles on their faces, and there are too many children to afford."

He turned to Harry and said, "You will soon find that some wizard families are much better than others, Potter. You don't want to make friends with alternative people. I can help you at this point."

He reached out to shake hands with Harry, but Harry ignored it.

"I think I can tell who is an alternative, thank you," he said coldly.

Draco Malfoy's face did not flush, but a faint blush appeared on his pale face.

"I would be very careful if I were you, Potter," he said slowly. "If you mingle with people like the Weasleys, you will be affected."

Harry and Ron stood up in a slight manner. Ron blushed like his hair.

"You say it again," he said.

"Oh, you want to fight, don't you?" Malfoy sneered.

"Unless you guys come out for me now," Harry said, in fact, he wasn't as brave as he looked, because Crabbe and Goll were much bigger than him and Ron.

"Enough, Draco, this is not what a noble should do." A plain voice without any tone said, and the voice came from outside the door. Harry and Ron blocked the person who could not see the words. Harry guessed that it might be a teacher, because Malfoy and the other two seemed a little scared after hearing the voice. Malfoy turned sideways, bowed slightly to the person on their right to express respect, and then turned around and left with the two bodyguards.

A man in a black robe walked in, his face hidden in the shadow under the long hood. Although he could not see his eyes, Harry could still feel the man's gaze. Harry did not feel nervous under the gaze of such a strange person. On the contrary, Harry felt a little excited, as if a surprise suddenly appeared. This feeling was even a little strange to Harry himself.

"It's really amazing," the man approached Harry, "it was like looking in a mirror, right?"

"You...Who are you?" Ron was speaking. Obviously, the person in front of him scared Ron very much.

The man in black robe didn't say anything, so he stood up and took off his hood.

"I hope I didn't scare you, my dear brother." Sauron said with a smile as he looked at Harry's green eyes.

"Oh my God, it's hard to believe," Ron opened his mouth wide, his eyes as big as his. "You guys look exactly the same."

"This is normal, isn't it?" Soren raised his eyebrows. "We are twins."

Harry just looked at Sauron, without saying anything, and in fact he didn't know what to say, as if there was a lot to say in his stomach, but he couldn't remember anything. He had spent 11 unpleasant years at Dursley's house, and no one cared about him, nor shared his happiness and sorrow. He really envied Ron for having many older brothers, even though he had to use old things. In fact, Harry would rather use all its wealth to exchange with Ron for a large group of family members who cared about him. Now, his brother, his twin brother, was standing in front of him, looking at him with a smile, and he could hardly believe it was true.

In fact, Sauron's heart was not as calm as he seemed. The loneliness in the previous life made him cherish his relatives extra. Sauron's heart was undoubtedly strong, but he still yearned for family affection. In this life, he had a happy family briefly, but on that night, Sauron lost his parents who loved him, and he watched them die but could not do anything. Sauron never longed for strength like that - to fight fate and protect the power of his loved ones. In 11 years, Sauron's pursuit of power frantically, and he succeeded. When he was 6 years old, he had mastered more knowledge than many young wizards who had just graduated from school, which surprised his guardian, Professor Snape. Although neither of them liked each other,

Snape had to admit Sauron's talent. That year, Sauron bid farewell to Snape, bought his current residence and Bono with the money left by his parents, and began to live alone, and improved his strength in a more crazier way. The 11 years of life were undoubtedly lonely and cruel. The only thing that could really comfort Sauron was Fobertol. When his magic power was out of control for the first time, the black flames burned everything within a radius of 20 meters to ashes, and almost burned Oro of the Ministry of Magic's Emergency Affairs Department. The golden pupils, known as the Eye of Curses, were presented to the world so vividly for the first time. When Dumbledore arrived, Sauron was burning with a raging black fire, and Fobertol flew in the flames...

Now, Harry, his younger brother, stood in front of him, with black hair and thin face just like their father, and those green eyes were like their mother. The two brothers stared at each other, and then, Sauron made a move that he was surprised by himself. He hugged Harry in his arms and hugged him tightly, and neither of them noticed tears flowing out of each other's eyes. (Maybe a little stingy, um, everyone forgive me...)

"What are you doing?" Hermione Granger walked in, obviously surprised that the two of them hugged each other.

Soren let go of Harry, turned around, looking at the little girl in front of him with a smile on his face.
To be continued...