Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER IN ANY WAY! The only people I own is Chev, Aston, Kim, Vikki and Jazz!
Just to clear up a few things. This is from Chev's POV! This is fourth year. But, for the sake of the story, let's pretend they just managed to become animagi. Please?
Bold+Italics=Aston is talking to Chev through their telepathic field.
Bold=Chev
Bold+Italics+Underlined=The Sorting Hat speaking
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Compartment after compartment we wandered looking for a free one. Eventually, Aston and I came upon a compartment with only one boy inside.
"Finally," I whispered to my twin brother, Aston. He laughed, running his hand through his messy, silver hair as he looked at me. Pure silver eyes met pure silver eyes. I took a deep breath, and knocked.
The boy immediately opened the door. His shoulder-length hair was shaggy, brushed back in a casual manner.
"Can we sit here?" Aston asked.
"Sure!" the boy replied with a smile, waving his hand towards the seat. The curiosity in his eyes was evident. He sat back, first watching Aston, then watching me, than watching Aston again.
Soon, I began to feel uncomfortable.
Why is he looking at us like that? I asked Aston, It's freaky!
You're telling me! Do you think that... maybe... he knows? Aston's worry was obvious.
No way! No one knows! No one is meant to know!
"Hello?" a hand waved over my face. "Earth to the random twins whose name I don't even know!" the boy teased jokingly, "What are your names, anyway?"
"What's yours?"
"Sirius Black."
"Aston Embers."
"Chev Embers."
The compartment door slid open once more to reveal three more boys. One had hair as messy as Aston's, and wore the smirk of a prankster. Chev snorted. He and Aston were going to become good friends.
Another, calmer, more mature looking boy had blonde hair, and lots of painful-looking scars on his arms, which he nervously tried to conceal. He was wearing his robes already, which were obviously hand-me-downs. The sleeves were too short and the hem was trailing on the floor. The third was a short, plump boy with watery eyes which darted around the room.
"Found him!" said the Aston-lookalike, settling himself next to Sirius.
"Found who?" Aston asked, ever the curious one.
"Oh, hi! Didn't see you there! I'm James Potter, this is Remus Lupin," at this, Remus nodded and shook Aston's hand formally, "and this is Peter Pettigrew!" The short, plump boy shuffled nervously.
"Peter had just disappeared, and James offered to find him, and I accompanied him to make sure things didn't get too messy. And Sirius stayed to keep our compartment 'Slytherin-free'," Remus answered.
"...Huh?" Aston and I said together.
And we all laughed.
-Later-
"It's getting dark, we should change," Remus instructed.
"I'll go find a boy-free zone to change in."
And I left.
After much knocking, my fists getting rather sore, a compartment door slid open at the merest touch.
"Come in!" a girl said cheerfully. Recovering from my shock, I walked in.
I noticed the girl had shoulder-length black hair and beautiful blue eyes. I envied her beauty.
"Hi! I'm Alice Longbottom! This is Lily Evans, Vikki and Nikki Sanchez and this is Jazz Weaver!" she said, waving her hand in the direction of said girls as she introduced them. I blinked. She was far too hyper to be put under the category of 'Normal'.
Vikki and Nikki flicked their auburn hair and said 'hi' at the same time. I grinned. Aston and I weren't going to be the only twins around, by the looks of it. Lily rolled her eyes, and shook my hand. Jazz stared at me blankly. I found her the strangest. She had her wand tucked behind her ear, and her blonde hair was held up in a bun by a stick, which was decorated on each end with turnips. She wore a necklace of butterbeer corks, and radish earrings.
"I'm Chev Embers. I was looking for a place to change."
"You can change here!" Lily invited.
"Thanks!"
And we talked about different things. Mostly how Hogwarts was amazing and I was going to love it.
Which brought us to the subject of why I was starting school so late.
"Well, my father and mother were killed, so my twin and my foster parents moved to the house Aston and I inherited."
There was an awkward silence in which nobody even moved.
"Oh."
And we moved on to other things.
I felt uneasy. I had lied to them; I didn't deserve their trust. How I wish I could tell them the truth, but... I couldn't.
Aston, sensing my distress, spoke to me.
I know you don't want to lie to them, but you have to. I feel just as bad as you do, lying to these lot.
But they're boys! These girls are... well, girls! They can easily find out because they're... girls!
I quickly got changed and rushed to the boys' compartment. I sat down and breathed slowly.
In, and out, in, and out, in, and out, Aston advised me.
I growled at his unhelpfulness.
The rest of the train ride went past in a blur. Before we knew it, we sitting in the carriages.
"Threstals," I breathed.
"Stress talls?" Aston asked, genuinely puzzled. I rolled my eyes, and, ignoring his indignant squawk, walked right past him and into the Great Hall. I stopped, and stared.
"Beautiful, isn't it?" James said cheerfully.
"Y-Y-Yes-s..."
"That's how I reacted when I first saw the Great Hall," Remus said, smiling amusedly.
"Aston Embers!" Professor McGonagall. Apparently, we were to go before the first years.
With a sideways look at me, Aston stepped forward and sat on the stool, flinching a little as the hat covered his eyes.
Ah... What do we have here?
What the hell? Is that you, Chev?
No!
No, it's not, it me, the Hat.
Oh.
Oh.
What are you doing?
Filtering your mind.
Why?
To sort him of course! But I must say, I've never seen a truly telepathic person, even if it is only with their twins. It is an honour to meet the two of you!
Umm... Thanks?
Believe me, soon you'll be wishing you hadn't met us. Aston always makes people wish we'd never been born.
I've never spoken to more than one person before...
Really?
Why, yes.
You speak posh.
?
Well, ignoring that last comment from your sister, let's see. You're brave, and chivalrous... Gryffindor traits. But you also seem to have a thirst to prove yourself. Ambitious too, oh yes, but not cunning, so I don't think you'll fit in well in Slytherin. Loyal, but not hard-working, not unless it's completely necessary... Smart, but you find work tiresome and useless...
Obviously Gryffindor! Just shout it out already!
Hmph! Anyway, as I was saying... You seem to have been through a lot... Suffered at the hands of Lord Voldemort! At such a young age! But that is not what makes you so... I cannot explain... But you seem to hide all your unhappiness with your attitude... Although, I must say, you sister has far more attitude than you...
I heard that!
My point proven. Patience, my lady, patience!
I am not your lady!
To be honest, I'm running out of patience too... Can't you sort me? As in, today?
"GRYFFINDOR!"
"Finally!" I muttered as Aston walked past me. He grinned.
"Chevonne Embers!" I thought that was pointless of McGonagall, since the first years had been sorted before us, so I was the only person there.
Ah! The impatient lady!
Not your lady, at least!
Well then, let us see...
I can't see.
Fine, let me see...
I see... a long conversation coming on again!
So do I! You read my mind!
I always do!
"GRYFFINDOR!"
You only sorted me so quickly to prove me wrong! I thought/said accusingly before I got up.
"Well done, Chev!" Remus said. I smiled.
Hey, Chev! Did you know that most of the people here are eating meat?
WHAT? Ew, that's so disgusting!
Just because YOU never eat anything that once had a face, doesn't mean everybody else doesn't!
Lily's not eating meat... And neither is Remus, so there!
I scowled. Even more so, when I heard Sirius say, "Are you two having your own conversation? Are you telepathic?"
"Yes," Aston replied, cutting his steak up carefully. My scowl grew deeper.
"And why is your hair silver? It's obvious you didn't dye it."
"Well..."
"I know! You're part-veela!"
My head shot up and both Aston and I said quickly, "How do you know that?"
There was another awkward silence, which was broken by Sirius.
"I was kidding..." Sirius mumbled, looking bewildered.
"So you are?" James asked excitedly.
"Yes," Aston answered glumly.
"No offense, Chev, but you'll never be as attractive as my Lilykins!" James said proudly.
"SHUT UP, POTTER! I HAVE NEVER, AND NEVER WILL LIKE YOU!" Lily screamed, and stormed out of the hall.
Yet another awkward silence. This time, the whole school joined in.
"Oh, well."
A red-haired boy called Arthur Weasely stood up and called, "Okay, who betted that Lily would storm out due to James after five minutes of sitting within ten spaces away from him?"
More than TEN people stood up!
Merlin, I must have made friends with the worst people ever.
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