Beachbeagle: So, here's a few note before the fanfic. For one, I Beachbeagle do most of the writing.

Gecko: Only because I Gecko am not very good at it.

Beachbeagle: Still, she's had most of the ideas go by her first so she's got some credit in it.

Gecko: Hey I'm good at ideas I'm just bad at the other parts.

Beachbeagle: Yep! Secondly there shouldn't be any similarities to works you've alreadys seen. If there is, it's coincidence.

Gecko: All credit for creating the dangerverse goes to Whydoyouneedtoknow, we're just taking her characters out for a walk...promise we'll put them back

Beachbeagle: Yeah, there is that. If you see similarities there it's purposeful and we have permission. Last I can't garantee that this future fits to the actual end of Whydoyouneedtoknow's dangerverse stories.

Gecko: I think that's all to say for this first one...enjoy the show folks

Beachbeagle: Oh, and this story can be read by itself but will make much more sense if you read Living with Danger, Living without Danger, Dealing with Danger, and Facing Danger by whydoyouneedtoknow as they explain a lot of the confusing parts away.

Disclaimer:

Anything that comes from the original Harry Potter books by JKR belongs to her.

The main ideas for the dangerverse and some of the characters therein were created by whydoyouneedtoknow.


Chapter 1: New Beginings

A boy sat in the middle of his bed, running a hand through his dark brown hair. His equally dark chocolate eyes, framed by a pair of round-lenses, were fixed on the trunk that sat at its foot. Up until this moment he'd been slightly unwilling to believe the things that were happening, things that all lead up to tomorrow. He'd told himself it wasn't true, coming up with every possible reason, no matter how ridiculous, to deny the inevitable happenings. Meanwhile these events had finally cornered him with no way to deny their existence.

He fell back on the bed, his head hitting his pillow as he sighed in defeat. It was official. He, Kevyn Hollens, was a wizard and would be going to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry tomorrow along with his twin sister, Keerah. He wasn't upset about the magic, it sounded really fun actually. It wasn't the fact that Hogwarts was a boarding school that bothered him either. Or was it?

No.He decided. That's not it either. He wasn't scared of sleeping in a dorm or being away from home for that long. He'd have Keerah after all, and she was the one he would have missed the most. No, he felt he'd finally placed his finger on why he'd been so against this whole thing.

It's my friends, he thought, and it was. For a moment he was mad at his mom and dad for raising him and Keerah and their little brother, Joel, the way they had.

His mom was a witch, though muggleborn. She'd gone to Hogwarts too, then returned home and married their dad who she'd remained sweethearts with despite the odd nature of her boarding school and his being a muggle. Dad had learned her secret and they'd kept it under wraps, raising their children without magic like they had been raised. This meant, of course, going to public schooling and becoming friends with kids their own age, kids who were muggles.

I hate the word muggle,he thought, putting a lot of his acidic feeling into the tone he thought it with. His mom had explained that muggle meant a non magical person -

Like my friends. They're 'muggles'. They don't have magic so they aren't going to Hogwarts and I can't even be allowed to tell them about it.

There, he'd said it. The reason he hated Hogwarts was keeping it secret from everyone he knew except for his family. Mom knew from her years there, and Dad and Joel had learned when Keerah and Kevyn had received their Hogwarts acceptance letters. No one else knew. No one else could know.

Footsteps in the hall made him glance up to see his mother in the doorway.

"Are you done packing?" she asked, not entering his room.

Kevyn nodded, but then also spoke his answer, "Yes."

"Good." She stood there in the silence for a while before asking, "Have you said your goodbyes?"

There it was another reminder of Hogwarts.

"No," he answered, "can I go do that?"

"Yes, but don't take too long."

That was all the invitation he needed. He got up and walked to the door of his room.

"Kevyn..."

"Yes?"

"I know how this feels for you, leaving everyone behind. I know it feels wrong and hard, but it will get easier. I promise. You'll meet new friends there that you can write to about it. It makes it a lot easier to keep from telling your old ones."

He smiled as he left, but it was fake.

I don't care what you think you understand, he thought, because you can't possibly understand how it feels to have something kept from you your whole life that will change everything about what you thought your life would be.

Where is Kevyn? In the house, or outside?

"Kevyn! Wait up!" called a voice almost as familiar to him as his own. He stopped and waited as Keerah caught up, watching her. In many ways they looked the same. They had the same eyes and the same hair, which was now the same length because of the tom-boy phase Keerah was going through. They were even the same height.

"Mom said you were going to say goodbye, and I need to too," she said when she'd reached him. "Besides, all our friends are the same people."

"True," was all he said, though his mind was on how this could be seen as a down side of having a twin. Then started walking with a glance back over his shoulder to call, "Coming?"

Keerah didn't need a second hint, so the two walked off to say goodbye to their friends for the school year.


"When are you leaving?" asked Kat.

Keerah turned to look at her friend. Kat was a smaller, brunette girl with hazel eyes that was currently sitting between her and Kevyn. They were in Kat's backyard reluctant to leave their 'best friend since they were little' for what they knew await them.

"Tomorrow," answered Keerah, "We have to be at Kings Cross to get on the train by eleven."

"Huh," came Kat's reply. It wasn't really a question, more like a simple acknowledgment of the answer. Keerah glanced again. Kat seemed to be in deep thought, and Kevyn was staring at the clouds with a far off expression.

He's been acting weird lately, thought Keerah, almost like he doesn't want to go. She thought this wasn't quite the reason her brother was acting like it was but was sure it had to do with Hogwarts. His weird behavior had, of course, started when they'd received their letters.

Her mind drifted back to their eleventh birthday earlier that summer.


"Come on birthday girl, open it," said Keerah's mom to her.

Keerah held an envelope with her name on it in bright green ink. The handwriting was very scripted, but the ink definitely was the catching point.

"Is there one for Kevyn too?" she asked.

"Yes," said her mom, "I suppose you want to wait and open it together."

"Open it together, yes. Wait, no. I was thinking wake him up. It's our birthday and it's summer, he should be up and enjoying himself."

With that Keerah charged up the stairs. Her room was right across the hallway from her brother's. Where she would normally turn right she turned left and paused just long enough to check that the door wasn't shut. She didn't feel like smacking into it.

Satisfied she opened it and took a running leap onto the bed containing her twin.

There was a vocal response of "Keerah!" as well as a shove which almost knocked her off the bed. Her brother, however, was awake and typically that meant he was staying that way.

Their mom came in at this point with the envelope for Kevyn. Keerah realized she still had hers and that it was slightly bent from tackling her sleeping brother. Not a loss, she figured, since it was what was inside that mattered.

Kevyn received his from their mom and Keerah gave him the chance to stare at his name in the green ink on the outside. Then she gave him a nudge and said, "One, two…"

On three the two had at the envelopes, both opening them rather slowly. The countdown had only been a pun of the 'twin presents' their parents gave them. Typically a present where they both got the same thing was a 'twin present' and thus they had to open them at the same time. Their parents would count to three and the twins would tare into the paper to discover what was inside.

Keerah got her envelope open first and began to read the letter inside.

"Dear Miss Hollens, you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry…."

It seemed almost unrealistically real. Magic was fantasy, but every word down to the signature was in a different handwriting than that of either of their parents. The letter was signed by a Minerva McGonagall, Hogwarts headmistress.

"Mom, is this a joke," she heard her brother ask, he must have finished his letter too.

"No, it's not," responded their mother. She looked at each twin in turn as she responded, "I am a witch, but your father isn't magical. Since he technically isn't allowed to see magic we had to raise the two of you and your brother as we were raised."

"Wait, why were you raised without magic," asked Kevyn.

There was a pause and then she continued, "You see, I was what is called a muggleborn, a witch or wizard who is born to non-magical parents."

The twins sat for a while as it sunk in then their mom said, "You'll be going to the same school I did and we'll be making a trip in August to pick up school supplies."

With that she left the twins together.

"This is cool," said Keerah, "a secret school, magic…"

"I guess," said Kevyn.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing, I guess I just need some time to adjust to the idea."

"Are you sure?" Keerah thought she was a pretty good judge of her brother's emotions.

"Yeah," he said, "I'm sure." Then he gave her another shove and said, "Now get out so I can change. I'm awake now and I'm not going back to sleep.


It had been just over a month now and he hadn't, 'adjusted to the idea' from what she could tell. His weird behavior had also included not wanting to talk about it, his lack of enthusiasm at going to Diagon Alley, and his overall reluctance to do anything related to leaving tomorrow.

Worst of all he hasn't even told me the reason, meaning this is something he feels he either can or needs to handle on his own. She has her suspicions that he'd change after getting to Hogwarts, but she always had some doubts about her ability to read her brother. Suddenly, she realized she'd missed something Kat had said.

"What was that?"

"Oh, I was just asking what the name of the school was," said Kat.

"We're not really supposed to say," she said. To this Kevyn muttered something.

"What was that?" asked Keerah.

"I said it's a stupid rule," said Kevyn, "I don't see what's so important about it if we have to keep it hidden."

"We have to keep it secret because it's important."

"It still seems stupid."

"What's the number?"

"What?" Keerah turned to Kat. Did she ask what I think she did?

"What's the number? For the platform where you're getting on the train?"

"I don't know," answered Keerah, fibbing, "I think it was something like nine or ten."

"Is it nine and three quarters?" asked Kat. Kevyn's jaw dropped and Keerah stared for a moment before she regained composure. There was no way Kat could know. She'd been just joking.

How did she hit it so dead on then?

That was a point. Could she know? Muggleborn witches and wizards existed. It wasn't impossible for Kat to be going too. Still some part of Keerah nagged her to keep her mouth shut. She risked a glance and Kevyn and got a look that said, What should we do?

She decided the best move would be to cover.

"There's no such thing as platform nine and three quarters," said Keerah.

"Yeah," said Kevyn, catching on though he obviously didn't like it, "why'd you ask a dumb question like that?"

Kat didn't look convinced as she said, "If the school is called Hogwarts then yes there is."

Keerah wasn't sure her brother's mouth could open more than it was right now. She shook her head and said, "So you're….."

"A muggleborn witch?" supplied Kat.

Several emotions flashed thought Keerah's mind, surprise, disbelief, and confusion at the forefront. At the same time there was no emotion, just the overwhelming numbness of shock. There was no way Kat could know what she knew unless she really was a witch, and yet it all seemed too impossible to be true.

She also noticed that she had been wrong about Kevyn's mouth, it seemed to have opened even wider than before at Kat's words. She tried to make her mouth work, but no sound came out.

Kevyn seemed to get over the shock first because he said, "This is so cool!"

"Yeah, Looks like we don't have to say goodbye after all," said Kat with a grin.

"Guess not," Keerah muttered, finally starting to feel joy at the new turn of events.

For a while no one said anything. Kevyn chose that time to glance at his watch.

"Whoa! Keerah we need to go. It's getting late."

If her brother's watch hadn't convinced her, the slowly setting sun would have. Keerah turned to Kat.

"See you tomorrow then?"

"Where else would I be?"

"Nowhere," said Kevyn.

The three friends said quick goodbyes and the twins took off in the direction of their house. As they walked Keerah noticed that her brother was smiling for real for the first time since they'd gotten their letters. It was finally looking like their first year at Hogwarts was going to be ok.


The next day Kings Cross Station was invaded by what seemed like a small army of children and adults. Five of the children pushed carts with trunks, one of whom stopped after almost tripping over an untied shoe.

"David," said a woman stopping by him, "I told you to tie those earlier."

"I did, mom, but it came untied," he answered.

"Try double knotting this time. Now let's catch up with the rest."

David Weasley stood up and began steering his cart after his mom and his other relatives. Most people would have been surprised at the size of his family, but most people didn't have a mom with two brothers and a sister and adoptive parents all of whom had kids eleven or younger living with them.

There were a total of 25 people all going towards the barrier between platforms nine and ten. They had to do this in staggered groups of course as 25 people could not all fit through the entrance to platform nine and three quarters at the same time. David and his mom were the last ones to get there.

"Ready?" she asked him.

He glanced up to see her smiling down and nodded unsurely.

"I'll go with you if you want," she said.

He manage a barely audible, "Please." And she put her hands next to his on the cart. Then they sprinted towards the barrier and David prepared for the crash he thought would be inevitable.

It never came and he opened his eyes to stare at the red train known as the Hogwarts Express. Smoke billowed out from the stack and gathered around it like fog until you were close up. All around children of various ages were saying goodbye to relative and hello to friends and running to the train cars in search of a compartment to sit in.

A quick glance around and he spotted his aunts, uncles, and cousins near the entrance to a train car. Arriving there he saw nervous smiles on the faces of his cousins Nadia Potter and Irene Black, his uncle Marcus Black, and his twin sister Esther. The five of them were all eleven and would be attending their first year at Hogwarts.

He glanced at the other family members gathered around him. There were his Uncle Harry and his Aunt Ginny with Noah and James, who were Nadia's brothers. His Mom and Dad were next with his younger brother Brian. Beside them was Uncle Draco and Aunt Luna with Bobby, Jacob, and Cissy. They were Irene's family. Then there was Uncle Neville and Aunt Meghan and his cousins Liam and Amy.

Turning around he saw Danger, Moony, with Abby and John and Padfoot, and Aletha with Jason. Jason was another uncle. His relationship with Abby and John was described as being complicated. They were Danger and Moony's kids and he considered them to be cousins because his mom was Danger's sister, but knew that Nadia considered them to be more of an aunt and uncle because of her dad thought of both Danger and Moony as parents.

"So," said Danger, giving him a hug, "ready for this?"

"Not really," admitted David, "but I can't exactly back out of it."

"It'll be fine. The sorting isn't anything too scary and you'll have four people with you through most of the waiting." She indicated Nadia, Irene, Esther, and Marcus who were getting goodbyes from other family members at the time.

"Anything else I should know about?" he asked with a grin.

"You know me too well," said Danger with a chuckle. "Yes, I had a vision, but it's not of anything dangerous as far as we can figure out. Marcus has a written copy that you all can look over on the train."

Suddenly the train whistle blew and the other kids on the platform began sprinting towards the train.

"You need to get going," Danger said, "or you'll miss the train. Have a good time and behave yourself."

"That could almost be interpreted as an oxymoron," David said as he climbed into the train car.

"You know what I meant perfectly well."

Whether or not he did, he didn't get the chance to say it as the train started moving and he was more occupied with waiving to his family before he shut the door and prepared for the journey.


"This is boring," said Marcus staring out the window. They'd been on the train for a while and he was the only one who didn't have something to do right now.

"You're the one who didn't have the foresight to think about bringing something to entertain yourself on the train," Nadia scolded before returning to her book.

"It's not fair, all of you thought of it and didn't tell me."

"Actually," said Esther, "David wouldn't have if I hadn't told him. He would have been in the same boat."

"You know," said David, "speaking of foresight now would be a good time to go over that prophecy Danger gave you. We're all here and this is private enough."

Irene's mind finally drew itself out of Narnia at this moment. She'd been half listening to the conversation up until now. "What prophecy?" she asked. "I didn't hear about it."

"That's because you weren't the one talking to Danger before we got on the train," said David with a self satisfied grin.

It's not like I wouldn't have if I could have, thought Irene, but you were with her then so I decided to talk to Padfoot instead. She didn't say this out loud though, instead she said, "Whatever. It's not worth starting a fight over."

"So where is this prophecy?" asked Nadia.

"Right here," said Marcus shifting so he could pull the folded piece of parchment from his pocket. The other four gathered around him and read.

The horse and tiger, dragon and coon

Cubs of Pride they will meet soon.

The horse among the lions dwells,

And of her second half she tells.

He is the coon who dwells up high.

With the eagles shall he fly.

Dragon dwells beneath the lake

Within the house of silver snakes.

The tiger is both loyal and shy

So with the badgers does she lie.

The four shall meet, but fast shall part

For dragon knows not his own heart.

The dragon see's not his mistake

Which from him his three friends shall take.

The cat shall help the dragon see

His fault which took the other three.

Starwing's daughter, seek the coon.

Heal his heart with friendship's tune.

Horse will need help to forgive.

Lion's daughter, help must give.

Both once healed the tiger seek,

For her heart is where she's weak.

If chance is taken fate made right

The broken foursome reunite,

But heed you not this prophecy

Forever broken they shall be.

When thou has made the turmoil right

Then seek the Heart by dark of night.

The nine shall swear by blood and gold,

Side-by-side the hands they hold,

Are with them one, and thus shall be

A new born Pride for all to see.

"Now that's as clear as mud," said David, "and most of it doesn't seem to be about us."

"And once again the literate-ness of Dave strikes him dumb," said Esther.

"But it's not!" said David with an annoyed expression.

"Wrong," Irene stated bluntly, "the part about 'cubs of pride' means us. Our parents called, and still call, themselves the pride. It's a term for a group of lions, which means children would be cubs."

"Right," he said sarcastically, "if you're so smart what does the rest mean?"

"Well," said Nadia looking at the sheet, "The tiger, horse, dragon, and coon are four people we're going to meet. That's what the first two lines mean."

"Right," said Esther, "and this next part tells us how to find them."

"The horse among the lions dwells, And of her second half she tells. He is the coon who dwells up high. With the eagles shall he fly. Dragon dwells beneath the lake Within the house of silver snakes. The tiger is both loyal and shy So with the badgers does she lie," read Marcus, "lions and eagles and snakes and badgers, oh my."

Irene chuckled at Marcus. Lion's and eagles and...wait…"You know, I think 'Dorothy' may be on to something," She said.

"Huh?" said Marcus, "What do you mean? It was a joke."

"I know, but think about the animals. Where have we heard of lions, eagles, badgers, and snakes before?"

"The house mascots!" shouted Nadia.

"Exactly! It's telling us they're all in different houses. The horse is a girl who will be in Gryffindor, the coon a boy in Ravenclaw, the dragon a boy in Slytherin, and the tiger a girl in Hufflepuff."

"It's also saying we're going to be friends with all of them," said Esther, "which means we'll have friendships that break with the normal tradition of friendships being with the people in your house and especially the normal rivalry between Gryffindor and Slytherin."

"Well," said David, "if all of that is true then even though there isn't any 'real' danger we're certainly in for an interesting year."

After that everyone's minds drifted off to other things, the remaining parts that they hadn't figured out forgotten in other distractions.