A window into my mind

A book in the Restricted Section lays long forgotten, its cover concealing its secrets and truths. If someone were to open it, only one page would have writing on it.

The Boy Who Lived began the era of peace,

Someone will seek to destroy it

Two girls, born in the year of the Dark Lord's demise,

With windows into each other's souls must live.

If one falls, the other shall fall,

And magic will fall with them.

Raksha

"-and Harry Potter hunted down the Horcruxes to destroy them to destroy the Dark Lord himself." Professor Bins droned on. A girl at the back of the classroom raised her head and inwardly groaned. Wasn't the class over yet? She could've sworn she had spent a year already in the classroom. Raksha wished that Hogwarts would replace him with someone who sounded a bit more….well…alive. Not that he was. He had been teaching as a ghost for so long, he had probably witnessed firsthand the topics he lectured about. Although he could've made things sound more interesting. It wasn't as if he absolutely had to make History the most boring class ever invented. Raksha sighed.

How are you doing sis? I'm about to fall into a boredom caused coma. Raksha snuck a glance to the other side of the classroom where her sister sat, head up and taking notes furiously. She smirked. Of course Malaika would be the perfect student. Her very name said it all. Malaika meant angelic. Raksha meant demon.

Perfectly fine sis. If you would actually listen, you might learn something interesting. Raksha's smirk turned into a scowl. She hated when her sister lectured her in her own mind. While the telepathic link between them was handy at times, it could be downright annoying if Malaika was lecturing. Since no one else could hear the exchange, no one could tell Malaika to leave Raksha alone. She couldn't even tell anyone else about it. No one would believe her if she did, since there was no record of anyone having a direct link to another's mind, not even other sets of twins. Raksha and Malaika were on their own.

Letting her mind wander a bit, Raksha remembered the first day of Hogwarts, 3 years ago.

"Raksha Werth!" Glowing with excitement, Raksha walked over to the sorting hat and sat on the stool. The hat was placed on her head. Immediately she heard a voice.

"Oh aren't you excited! Now let's see where I should put you…You are a bit impulsive but are able to think on your feet, that's good for gryffindor or slytherin…you are quite bright…not afraid to talk back!" the hat chuckled. "How about… SLYTHERIN!!!!"

The table on the far left erupted with cheering and applause. She knew that in the past, Slytherin had a bad reputation, but recently that reputation was getting better. Raksha walked over with a grin on her face, happy with the hat's choice.

"Malaika Werth!" Raksha's sister walked up to the stool with the hat. Her expression was as excited as Raksha's had been, but with a bit more elegance. The hat had barely touched her head when it bellowed "RAVENCLAW!!!" Raksha didn't mind that her sister was in a different house. Ravenclaw would suit studious and mature Malaika betterthan energetic and rowdy Raksha. Plus, they could talk to each other from across the castle if they concentrated hard enough. Hogwarts already seemed like it was going to be fun…

Hogwarts was fun. Learning all of the spells and potions was something that both sisters excelled at, and the teachers all liked them. However, subjects like history that had no spells or incantations or potions seemed pointless to Raksha. She couldn't wait until next year when she could drop the subject.

Raksha! Pay attention! Professor Bins is asking you a question on Harry Potter! Raksha jerked with surprise at Malaika's abrupt intrusion. She looked up at the front and sure enough, the ghostly teacher was looking at her expectantly.

"Sorry Professor, could you repeat the question?" Her face seemed repentant and apologetic. It was a face that had charmed teachers again and again. It worked.

"Of course Miss Werth. I was wondering if you could recall the name of Harry's headmaster at school."

That was easy. Everyone had heard the story of Harry Potter millions of times. The man was a legend. "Albus Dumbledore sir." The professor nodded and went on with his lecture. Raksha put her head back down and tried to block him out. She didn't worry about missing anything. The professor always followed the text, so she could just look it over later. Reading was something she didn't mind as much as the boring monotone lectures.