Two Sides of the Same Coin

Prologue

It was October 31, 1981 in Godric's Hollow. Voldemort was standing over the crib of two twin baby boys. The twins, Daniel and Harry, lay there watching him with their identical green eyes, not making any noise.

"One of you has the power to defeat me, I do not know which one, so you must both die. I would kill the eldest first, but since I can't tell you apart, that isn't possible." Voldemort laughed; his laughter high and cruel.

He pointed his wand to the boy on the left, who happened to be Harry, the younger son. "Avada Kedavra"

Harry and Daniel hadn't understood exactly what this man wanted, but they had gotten the general idea that "bad man want to hurt us". When the blast of green light had come from Voldemort's wand, Daniel knew it was "bad" and tried to roll over, to get in between Harry and the light. Harry pushed him back, not wanting his twin to get hurt, but he wasn't fast or strong enough.

The green light hit directly between them causing the two boys to glow with a strange light. After a moment the glow faded, to be followed by a green beam of light shooting straight at the bewildered Dark Lord. The second the light hit the Voldemort, he dissolved into dust.

Harry and Daniel looked at the place where the man had just been standing with mild confusion, but the bad man was the least of their concerns right now. From the moment the curse had hit them both, they felt the strange sensation of knowing exactly what the other was thinking and feeling. They both gurgled happily. Now they would always know that the other one was alright, so they wouldn't have to cry to let the other know where they were whenever mommy and daddy tried to put them apart.

Daniel stopped gurgling. Harry was hurt! Daniel was hurt too, but he was more worried about his brother then himself. On his brother's forehead was a red lightning-shaped scar, and it was making Harry hurt. He rubbed his hand against the scar, wanting the stupid thing that was making his brother hurt to GO AWAY. Daniel was pleasantly surprised when the scar faded into nothingness, not knowing that he had not done Harry any favors by removing the scar.

Harry smiled at his brother for making the pain go bye-bye, but then felt bad, because his brother made his hurt go away, and he hadn't done anything to help his brother. He rubbed his hand on Daniel's forehead, but nothing happened. He couldn't make the white glow come out of his hand. He scrunched up his face and started to cry. He cried both because be wanted to make his brother better and he couldn't and because maybe mommy and daddy would hear.

....

Lily and James were surprisingly alive. Voldemort had stunned them both, not wanting to risk either one of them using any type of sacrificial magic. He didn't believe in the strength of love, but he wanted to make sure that nothing went wrong when killing the one who could one day be strong enough to defeat him. Voldemort had planned on killing them after he had killed the boys. The looks on their faces when they realized the wizarding world had no hope left was well worth the annoyance of having to wait.

...

The spell faded as the Voldemort's spirit left his body, but they were disoriented and uncertain of what to do until one of their babies started crying. They both ran upstairs, unsure of what they would find, but expecting the worst, since Voldemort was the last thing they remembered

They were beyond shocked when they walked into the room only to find two healthy babies and a room tingling with powerful magic and the remnants of a killing curse.

They examined their precious infants, and were at the same time pleased and disappointed when they saw the scar on David's head.

James held Daniel up and spoke. "Our little Daniel is the Chosen One, just as the prophecy said. You, little tyke, are going to be the most famous boy in the entire world."

"James, what about Harry? If the first part of the prophecy came true, what about the rest of it? I can't punish Harry for a decision he hasn't made yet."

"But he will turn dark. The first part of the prophecy was right. A baby defeating Voldemort was a lot less likely to happen than for a boy to grow dark and betray his brother," James said sadly, sounding resigned to the inevitable.

"We won't treat Harry any different than Daniel until he shows signs of being dark, I don't care what Dumbledore says, about it being inevitable, and him corrupting Daniel. He's already been pressuring me to keep them apart, since Daniel is the eldest, but now he will be even more stubborn." Lily was defiant, her voice full of concern and love for both of her children.

"Of course, love. Until Harry grows dark we'll treat them both the same way."