AUTHOR'S NOTE: I hate author's notes, so if they are here then they are important! This is a FANFICTION so not everything will be what you want it to be. Please review! Enjoy!

DISCLAIMER: I only own the characters I make up, the rest are J.K Rowlings. Most of the plot is also hers, apart from the bits I add in.

CHAPTER ONE

The man wiped his eyes as he watched the bodies of his friends being removed from their home. He was here to make sure no muggles had witnessed anything, and that nothing was left behind. Everyone knew what had happened, and who was responsible. But he was gone now, hopefully being punished for all the horrific things he was responsible for. He knew that Harry, James and Lily's infant son, had been taken to somewhere safe, somewhere to wait, but his twin sister had not had the same lucky fate. Having been suspected to being hit by the brunt of the spell, blocking some of the impact from her brother, was still lying in her cot, waiting for someone to remove her body for burial. Such a cruel fate for someone so young, so innocent. He stopped to wipe his eyes again as he remembered that she was the same age as his Ron, and only a year older than Ginny. He was making his way up the stairs that he had travelled up so many times with Molly, her godmother, when he stopped. He just couldn't bear going into that room. He felt a hand on his shoulder, urging him onwards, and that was the only reason he continued up. He opened the door into the room, and seen a small shape curled up in the cot as if sleeping. A fresh round of tears hit him, and he collapsed, making quite a racket as he hit the ground. Then the baby started to cry.

******ALMOST TEN YEARS LATER*******

The young red haired boy was running wildly around the gnome-infected garden, stopping occasionally as if looking for something, or someone. When he stopped beside a rose bush, he seemed to have achieved his goal, as a look of pride and fulfilment appeared on his face. Shouting "Found you Raven, I won!" He ran towards the bush just as a black haired girl jumped out. She seemed distressed at having lost the game, so sat on the ground and started pulling up the grass. The boy sat beside her. "You're not worried, are you?" He asked, as she looked towards the sky for the umpteenth time that morning. "Worried? What should I be worried about, Ron? If you know something..." she trailed off as the twins Fred and George sauntered towards the house, looking incredibly suspicious. Ron simply ignored them, knowing that if they were up to something there was nothing they could do to stop them. "You will get in, you know," he continued, "There is no way they wouldn't let you in, it would be stupid!" The worry on her face seemed to grow at this statement. "But that's just it, Ron!" she shouted, turning to face him. "The problem isn't if I get in... I mean...I just..." she trailed off once again and Ron pulled her into an embrace. "We are both going to Hogwarts, just as Fed and George did, and Percy, and Bill and Charlie!" She shoved him off her, and looked at his face for any signs of a joke. "You really don't know what I mean, do you?" Ron could just stare after her as she stormed off towards the house.

She ran up the many stairs of the place she had called home for almost the past ten years, past the rooms of the people she called family. She had regretted leaving Ron as soon as she stood up, but she needed to talk to the one she was closest to. Ron didn't understand, in fact, no one would understand, but Fred was the one she was closest to so talking to him would help. Lost in her thoughts, she ran into the one she was seeking, and almost fell backwards down the stairs. Two pairs of arms reached out and pulled her back up to safety. "Steady on there!" said one of the twins. "We need you alive if you want to go to Hogwarts!" said the other. At this statement she burst into fresh floods of tears. The twins exchanged a look, and George walked on down the stairs, leaving Fred consoling Raven. When she had stopped crying, he took her into his room and sat her on the bed. He sat opposite her and brushed a piece of hair out of her eyes. "Are you worried about getting accepted?" he started. He knew straight away he was wrong, she knew who she was and what she had done, so she couldn't have been worried about that. "No, it's just... I don't think... what if..." she looked as if she was about to cry again but took a deep breath and composed herself. "What if he doesn't like me?" Fred looked back at her with an expression of confusion on his face. "What if who doesn't...oh..." He trailed off as it dawned on him. She was worried about her twin. It was only natural, seeing as the last time they had seen each other a powerful wizard had broke into their house, murdered their parents and attempted to kill them. Then her brother was rescued while she was left for dead in the cot. He laughed, and then stopped abruptly when he seen the expression on her face. "It's just...well, most people would be worried about if they get into Hogwarts, or if they end up in Slytherin, but you, well you just want your twin brother to like you." She turned to face him and asked, "But what if he doesn't Fred? I mean, he has lived with muggles his whole life, I doubt he even knows who he is or what he has done, never mind that he has a twin sister." Fred pulled the sobbing girl closer and said "Twins have a connection. Have you ever seen George and me fighting? No, of course not. That's because we are closer than any brother or sister could ever be. He will like you, Raven, I promise." She looked as if she was about to say something else, but she was interrupted by Ron shouting through the house, "RAVEN, THEY'RE HERE! THE TWO OWLS, THEY'RE HERE!"