Chapter One

(All characters belong to JK Rowling)

Life was peaceful, living in Springfield, Massachusetts. The Scamanders couldn't be happier. It was a Sunday, the day Lorcan and Lysander Scamander reached the age of eleven. Luna and her husband, Rolf, had been discussing schools for the past few months and had decided on sending Lorcan, who was more attached to home than Lysander, to Ilvermorny, and sending Lysander to Hogwarts. One way or another, Professor McGonagall knew of this plan and only sent a letter of acceptance to Lysander. Rolf had sent an application to Ilvermorny for Lorcan and had received a letter back, saying to come down to Mount Greylock for an interview. He had gone, and according to the headmaster, done extremely well.

Both Lysander and Lorcan were overly excited to go to school. Therefore, on their birthday their parents presented them both kittens to take with them to school. That's where this story really begins. It was one o'clock in the afternoon, the Scamander's had just pulled into their driveway and were walking lazily into the house. The twins had just been picked up from sleepaway camp. It had been a muggle camp, so they hadn't taken trunks, they had taken cases and at that moment were struggling to pull them up the steps to the bedroom that they shared. All in all, it hadn't been the ideal birthday. They both collapsed onto their beds after managing to get the giant cases through the doorway.

"Boys, please come downstairs," Luna called up the stairs.

The twins looked at each other and sighed. They slowly got up and slouched down the stairs.

"Happy birthday, Lorcan. Happy birthday, Lysander. I'm so proud of you," said Luna. "Your birthday presents are in the basement. Your father is waiting for you downstairs."

The boys looked at each other and nodded. Lorcan counted down from five under his breath. As soon as he said one, the two boys both scrambled for the stairs in an attempt to be first to get down. Luna followed after them smilingly. Once the boys had settled down, their father gave them their gifts. Lorcan's kitten was very ginger and had blue eyes. He named her Badkit. Lysander's kitten was completely black, with the exception of her white tail. He decided to name her Whisper.

They had fun playing with the kittens until dinner when some friends and relatives came to celebrate with them. It's safe to say that by the time their mother told them it was time for bed, they had no rejections. As per usual, Lysander fell asleep faster than his twin. Lorcan lay there tossing and turning for what seemed like hours. Just as he felt himself falling asleep, Lorcan sensed a movement in the room, he assumed it was just his brother turning in his sleep and didn't let it bother him. But then, he heard it again. It sounded like a faint scamper. This time, Lorcan sat up and looked around. He didn't see anything, so he just let it slip. Just as he lay down again, he heard it again, but this time, it sounded closer. Like it was right next to his bed. He leaned over and looked under his bed. There was nothing there. As Lorcan lifted his head, he let out a shriek.

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