[HP Twins] Death Brothers

Witt Scamander's life was divided into three parts. He never mentioned it to anyone, and no outsider knew it. This was a secret and an agreement at the same time.

He had two fathers, both of whom had red hair and smiles as bright as the sun, treated him tenderly and raised him.They are also very special because they are both excellent wizards and great alchemists.They are very mysterious, always looking for mysterious things that cannot be mentioned.

He recalled that his fathers had been traveling a lot when he could speak, and they didn't tell him what to look for, they just told him that they hadn't been able to find it, and that it was their mission, which made him feel like they would leave him at any moment, But he is their child, so he is never distressed, and always faces him with an optimistic smile.

He still remembers that old house, the three rooms are all on the first floor, the fireplace in the living room is always burning hot coals in winter, and occasionally it is also a magical door, sometimes the fathers will come back from there, so he likes the fireplace, The fireplace with the vine reliefs became his favorite place to hang out.He also likes the invisible servants at home, as long as he asks, there will be hot food in front of him, and sometimes he will get what he needs without opening his mouth—that was his best childhood.

Once when the fathers came back from France, they seemed to be very angry. The atmosphere was depressed for a long time, and they kept saying the words "black death, plague" and some strange words, like "history cannot be changed".

The fathers began to be busy with the arrival of the bearded old man. He always remembered that he was wearing a flat square hat, half of his face was buried in his thick brown beard.He was still young at that time, and they never shy away from him when they talked.

He heard his fathers say, "The Sorcerer's Stone can make you live forever, and it can also save people's lives, but the basics of alchemy are circulation and energy conservation. What drives it is not magic, what it gives back to you is life, and what you give is life." is also life."

The old man explained for a while in English with a strange accent, and his fathers added: "Dead souls are also life, they can't go to the realm of death, and the leftover grudges gather in the world of the living, which will produce a kind of magic. biology……"

He couldn't remember what they had discussed in the end, they were unhappy, but he felt that his father had moved the old man.

The question of the dead and the living haunted him and filled him with fear that his fathers would die, or that he might die.His fathers were visited by another man later, a man with striking platinum-blond hair, who said that the Queen was ill, and that it was not a disease that Muggles could fully cure, and that he hoped the fathers could help.The fathers went to the consultation with Grandpa Palather, and after being at a loss, they still found the old man with the brown beard, and the old man found his friend, a man named Mungo.

At that time, he only thought that the queen must be a great person, which is why so many people worked for her, and that Muggle must be a bad word, which is why he was so incompetent.It wasn't until the summer when he was 12 that he realized that he was also an incompetent Muggle, and that he was different from his fathers.

The friends in Diagon Alley all went to a place called Hogwarts, and they didn't like to deal with him, even though his father was a master alchemist, a patron of St. Mungo's Hospital and a friend of the Queen of England.From then on, he didn't want to talk to his fathers, he hated that once extremely warm home.Everything in the house seemed to be against him. The broom and dustpan that cleaned themselves made him feel like they were mocking his incompetence. He started running outside, but he was just a child. Where could he go, so he had to go Grandpa Palather's studio.

"Not being a wizard can do a lot of things. At least many alchemy items can be done well without magic power. You should see these." Grandpa Palaser has recently become obsessed with Muggle weapons.

The gunpowder and the longbow were left aside by him, and a weapon that needed to be filled with lead bullets and ignited was his favorite thing when he came in. "Gunpowder is a powerful alchemy product, and its ability is not much inferior to the blasting spell. When he pushes buckshot out, he can punch a hole in the opposite target. I don't understand why Muggles still use longbows."

"Maybe we're afraid of blowing ourselves up." Witt retorted stubbornly.

Paratha's face is full of wrinkles and grooves. He is very old, and the years have given him a wealth of knowledge and insight into people's wisdom. He noticed that the child in front of him used the word "we" to classify himself in the wizarding world On the opposite side, he smiled and raised the torch in his hand, "Then why don't you try it?"

At that time, he was a little taller than the vertical fire gun, and it was difficult to carry it.He remembered that he fixed the gun on a wooden stake and aimed it at the target. The line of fire burned in front of him, the huge recoil almost made him let go, and then there was a loud noise, and he hit the bullseye for the first time in his life.

He was overjoyed, and seemed to be relieved that he was not a wizard. He returned home with the fire gun, happily showed it to his fathers, and told vividly how he operated this novel thing and hit the bull's-eye the first time. , but he saw helplessness in the eyes of his fathers, and he thought it was their disappointment in him, because he was not a wizard.

It is a very cruel thing to let a muggle and squib grow in the world of wizards. When they find that they will never be able to integrate into that world, the sadness from the beginning will be excessive to self-blame, but in the end he will start to blame with anger people and things around him.His fathers still hadn't found the mysterious thing they were looking for, and they would rush there immediately when they heard that there were people who disappeared suddenly. They would tell him interesting things that happened on the trip, but he didn't want to listen anymore.

Then one day, his fathers disappeared too.This is not the scariest thing, the scariest thing is that everyone seems to have forgotten the existence of his fathers, even the grandpa Palaser who watched him grow up has forgotten his fathers and him.

He looked forward to the sudden return of his fathers in the burning fireplace, whom he would call "PAPA" and "FUFU", after his dearest fathers - George and Fred.

After that his life was still attended by unseen servants, and it didn't take long for him to forget that he had had two fathers.He made many Muggle friends and joined the Queen's army as a musketeer, but for some reason, he liked to follow adventurers to explore unknown areas. He said what he wanted to find, but when others asked When he asked what he was looking for, he couldn't tell.

***

In the depths of the domain of the God of Death, the God of Death left his magnificent palace, and the God of Sleep also opened his eyes. His eyes seemed to be gathered by star sand, shining with splendor. What did he see?

A pair of red-haired brothers, identical twins, stand in the shadow of a raging fire.

He looked at one of them, and one of the strands of silk thread wrapped around the world's body had been broken on him.He looked at another one, that person had cracks on his body, and many fragments formed a person.

—“Can you hear me?” he called in his head.

— "Who, who are you?" asked George.

"Are you awake?" Sleeping God Hypnos said to the pair of twins lying on their backs, with long hair as black as night falling on the ground.

The red-haired brothers opened their brown-green eyes, looking at the oppressive gray sky and desolate land.

George recognized almost at once that it was the voice calling him, and stood up with his eyes closed. "Where is this? Where is Witt?"

Fred was quicker to react, "How did we come back here?"

"You have never left, so how can you say it back?" The man's facial features were so perfect that he was not like a human being in the world. When he was looked at by those strange eyes, he would feel confused. He stood in front of the two, but he seemed like Far away from them, even his voice seemed to come directly from his mind.

"This is your end." He said, waved his hands casually, and a cloud of mist sparkling with stars spewed out from his wide black sleeves, gently surrounding them.

They first saw that their alchemy shop and some alchemy items that had been popularized in Diagon Alley were gone. In the office of St. Mungo’s Hospital, they disappeared from the portraits of Mungo and several founders. Forgetting their existence, Master Alchemist George leaves no trace as if he had never been there.

They also saw a traveling man, with some boyish features, but grown up, a fine adventurer, a skilled musketeer, a man of honor in the Muggle world, But he is always trapped by nightmares, has always been obsessed with adventures, has no fixed place, and has never returned to their common home and seems to have forgotten them.He ended up investigating a mysterious incident on an off-shore island. After many years of investigation, until the end of his life, he still did not find what he was looking for.

"Look, there's nothing left, he forgot about you," said the unreal man.

The twins didn't know why they suddenly appeared here. The other party had unfathomable power, which made them show some desperate expressions, waiting for the god of death in front of them to announce the end of their lives.But the strange thing was that the man in front of him didn't show the slightest hostility, he was very powerful but not scary.

"But it's not completely without traces." The man said, waving his hand again.