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#### A New Life Begins
The morning light filtered through the grimy window of our tiny room, casting long shadows over the wooden floor. It was a pale, weak light, the kind that barely managed to pierce through the layers of dust and neglect that clung to the glass. I sat at the edge of my bed, gripping the coarse fabric of my blanket, my knuckles white with tension. The events of the previous night—or was it just moments ago?—still felt surreal, like a dream I couldn't quite shake. But the rough texture of the blanket beneath my fingers, the faint smell of mildew in the air, and the sound of Harry's steady breathing across the room all served as reminders that this was real. This was my life now.
Harry was still staring at me, his green eyes filled with a mixture of disbelief and hesitant acceptance. He had called me *brother*—and somehow, I knew it was true. The word had echoed in my mind, reverberating with a weight I couldn't ignore. It wasn't just a title; it was a bond, a connection that ran deeper than blood. And yet, it wasn't the only thing I knew.
Memories, ones that weren't originally mine, flooded my mind. They came in fragments, like shards of glass piecing together a picture I hadn't known was incomplete. I remembered growing up in the cupboard under the stairs with Harry, the two of us huddled together in the dark, whispering stories to each other to drown out the sound of Dudley's tantrums upstairs. I remembered Aunt Petunia's shrill voice, always sharp and cutting, and Uncle Vernon's angry outbursts that shook the walls of the house. I remembered the way Dudley and his gang would chase us, their laughter cruel and merciless, and how Harry and I would always stick together, protecting each other as best we could.
But at the same time, I also remembered the quiet loneliness of my real life—the books, the poetry, the way people dismissed me as cold and heartless. Those memories felt distant now, like they belonged to someone else, and yet they were still a part of me. Two lives. Two identities. And now, I was here, caught between them, trying to make sense of it all.
A knock at the door made us both jump.
"Up! Get dressed! We're leaving in ten minutes!"
It was Aunt Petunia. Her voice carried the same sharp irritation as always, but beneath it, there was something else—something different. A note of urgency, perhaps, or maybe even a hint of fear. I couldn't tell, and I didn't have time to dwell on it.
I glanced at Harry, who sighed, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose. "Guess we should get moving."
I nodded, but inside, my mind was racing. This was the day we left for Hogwarts. The day our real journey began. And unlike Harry, I had no intention of following fate's script. I didn't know what awaited me at Hogwarts, but I knew one thing for certain: I wasn't going to be a passive observer in this story. I was going to carve out my own path.
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#### The Hogwarts Express
The station was bustling with people, a chaotic symphony of sound and motion that made my head spin. Parents hugged their children, their faces a mix of pride and worry. Owls hooted from their cages, their golden eyes gleaming in the dim light. Trolleys loaded with trunks clattered over the cobblestone floor, the noise blending with the hum of conversation and the occasional whistle of the trains.
"Nine and three-quarters," Hagrid had told us. "Jus' run straight at the barrier, nice an' smooth."
Harry went first, disappearing through the solid wall with a confidence that surprised me. I hesitated for a moment, staring at the barrier. It looked so ordinary, so unremarkable, and yet I knew it was anything but. This was the moment my life would fully diverge from the path I knew. The moment I stepped into a world that was both familiar and entirely new.
Steeling myself, I pushed forward.
The world shifted.
On the other side, the scarlet train waited, steam curling into the cool air. The words *Hogwarts Express* gleamed in gold lettering, and the sight of it sent a thrill through me. This was it. This was the beginning.
I stepped forward, gripping the handle of my trunk—only for someone to barrel into me.
"Oi, watch it!"
I turned sharply, my eyes narrowing as I took in the figure before me. Platinum-blond hair. Pale, aristocratic features. Cold, calculating eyes.
Draco Malfoy.
Our gazes locked, and for the briefest second, something unspoken passed between us. He didn't know it yet, but he would. I wasn't like my brother. I wasn't going to be just another student at Hogwarts. I was going to change everything.
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#### The Sorting Ceremony
The Great Hall was larger than I had imagined, a vast, awe-inspiring space that seemed to stretch endlessly in every direction. Candles floated above long wooden tables, their flickering light casting a warm glow over the room. The enchanted ceiling reflected the stormy sky outside, dark clouds swirling ominously overhead. Four banners hung proudly at the far end of the hall—Gryffindor, Slytherin, Ravenclaw, and Hufflepuff—each one representing a house with its own history and legacy.
Students whispered as we entered, their eyes darting toward Harry. "The Harry Potter," they murmured, their voices filled with awe and curiosity. They didn't notice me. Not yet.
One by one, the names were called. Students stepped forward, the Sorting Hat placed upon their heads. Some choices were instant, the Hat barely touching their heads before shouting out a house. Others took longer, the Hat deliberating as the students shifted nervously on their feet.
"Potter, Harry!"
Silence fell.
Harry hesitated, then walked up. The Hat was placed on his head. A long pause.
Then—
"GRYFFINDOR!"
The hall erupted in cheers.
Harry grinned, making his way to his new house table. I felt his eyes on me as I waited for my own name.
Then—
"Potter, Daniel!"
Whispers. Confusion.
A second Potter?
I stepped forward, every movement deliberate. Unlike Harry, I wasn't nervous. I was ready.
The Sorting Hat was placed on my head, and a voice slithered into my mind.
"Ah… interesting. Very interesting. Smart, calculating, ambitious… but also searching for something. A purpose. You're different from your brother. Yes… very different."
I didn't flinch. *Put me where I belong.*
The Hat chuckled.
"Oh, I will. And where you belong is…"
A pause.
Then, the words that changed everything.
"SLYTHERIN!"
The Great Hall fell silent.
Then, murmurs. Disbelief.
I removed the Hat and stood, my expression unreadable.
Harry's face was frozen in shock.
Across the room, Draco Malfoy smirked.
And as I made my way to the Slytherin table, I knew—
This was only the beginning.
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#### End of Chapter 2.
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