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In this story, Harry and Neville are twins but Harry is still the Boy Who Lived. Also, Lily and James are their parents.

Harry stumbled into the Great Hall, fear and shock still coursing through his body. He was panting heavily but managed to clear his face of all negative emotions. It would not do for his older twin to see him panicking. After all, he was the Boy Who Lived. Harry felt sick. Everything that happened in the past 12 hours was due to the title he had earned when he was a baby.
"Hey Harry, how was detention," Ron asked through a mouthful of mashed potatoes, disregarding the looks if disgust Hermoine kept shooting Ron.
Harry forced himself to laugh, "Lockhart just made me answer his fan mail."
Neville smiled at his younger brother, "Dad will throw a fit when he finds out you got detention but at least it was just answering mail."
Harry laughed while ignoring the guilt that was settling in his stomach. He had always been completely honest with Neville but this time...It was more or less the truth.
He grabbed a ladle and spooned out a healthy amount of stew before returning it to the dish hastily. Ignoring the concerned look from his friends, Harry all but ran out of the door. His heart thudding loudly and panic lacing his hectic thoughts.
There was blood on his hands.
He ran to the out of order washroom on the second floor and scrubbed his hands furiously. He had been consumed with shock that he had forgotten to clean himself properly after leaving Lockhart's chambers, trusting the professor's cleansing spells to do their job.
Harry glanced at his reflection. Nothing looked amiss save for the slightly red eyes and runny nose which could easily be explained as a cold. Nothing. He still looked like Harry Potter the Boy Who Lived.
Nothing to show that just an hour ago he had been raped.
HP. NL. HP. NL
If it wasn't for the occasional leering look sent in his direction and the pink tongue wiping his lips as he surveyed him with predatory eyes, Harry would have believed that everything that happened yesterday was just a dream. A figment of his imagination, as unlikely as that sounds. It was better than the alternative.
Lockhart still acted like the dopey professor that had caused many of the students to regard him as an inadequate professor. Although the feral glances he sent Harry when no one was watching were enough to ensure Harry that Lockhart was not all that he seemed.
He gulped nervously when Lockhart, under the pretence of aiding him with a question, leaned over his slightly hunched form and whispered into his ear, "Don't forget about your detention tonight." He then nibbled the top of Harry's ear, causing the hairs on the back of Harry's neck to stand rigid. Any notion of last night being a nightmare was diminished due to that simple touch. He felt the bitter and gooey taste of the bile rising but he willed it down by swallowing continuously for a few seconds.

He followed Ron and Hermoine into the Great Hall for lunch. He drowned himself in the conversations around him; anything to forget last night. They were so pointless yet they provided a distraction from his eery thought. For a second he wondered if they had been talking and laughing while the Saviour was being raped by their teacher. He watched Seamus and Ron burst into laughter at something Dean had said while Hermoine rolled her eyes and huffed something which sounded suspiciously like 'boys.' He felt detached. They were so pure and he tainted. He was dirty.
He grabbed a drumstick from the platter in front of him. He was about to take bite when he recalled the First Rule of Being a Celebrity. Lockhart had told him this rule as he pounded into him, the moans from the older man still echoing in his head.
Appearance is everything. You have to starve yourself to be able to look appealing to the normal people. Freaks like you are just famous due to some fluke. You do not belong with the ordinary people nor are you a celebrity. You have to starve yourself to look normal lest they discover what a freak you are.
Harry dropped the drumstick on the platter and quickly left the hall not noticing the concerned glance Snape shot his retreating figure. Although Lockhart did and he narrowed his steely gaze thoughtfully. To distract Snape from his thoughts, he regaled Severus with the heroic travels he had pursued on in his youth. He went on to explain to Severus about the calming effects moonstone had on the brain and, as such, should be brewed into an effective Dreamless asleep potion. He smirked inwardly at the man's abrupt departure.
Meanwhile, Harry was aimlessly wondering the grounds, after he washed his hands from all the blood he want able to get off yesterday, when he found himself by Greenhouse number three. He thought back to his conversation with Lockhart after he found Colin snapping autographed pictures of Harry Potter. He should have known then that something was amiss with the man as his eyes had taken on a predatory quality and his voice had lowered several octaves as he explained the superficial nature of fame. That calm voice from the usually blustering man coupled withe the slender fingers that had snuck into his shirt from the collar traced patterns into his flesh. He had dismissed any suspicions he had regarding the strange behaviour of his teacher.
Harry found himself in front of the painting depicting a bowl of fruit that lead to the kitchens. He glanced nervously around the hall to appease his kind before entering. Immediately the House Elves rushed to service him with a variety of foods coupled with a flourish of bows and curtesies that left Harry regretting his decision. Although, the strong whiffs of the freshly cooked meals distinguished any lingering doubts stemmed from the warnings ingrained in his head by Lockhart ruthlessly pounding into him. He ate a satisfactory meal before thanking the House elves for their generosity and taking his leave.
He bumped into Lockhart as soon as he left the kitchen and he gulped audibly. Suddenly the need to puke overcame any rational thought as he prepared to bolt to the nearest bathroom. Unfortunately, Lockhart grabbed his arm in a bruising grip and whispered into his ear, "Looks like detention will be earlier tonight. After all, you obviously need to review the first rule before I can continue with the second rule."

I know this chapter isn't that great but remember it's only the first chapter. It gets better after this.
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