Chapter One

There are few places where things can be kept safe from all others. Locks, safes passwords and other such devices for keeping things secret, can often be broken. So the job of hiding and keeping something safe is a very difficult task, especially on such short notice.

One Morning 17 years ago, however, in all the hustle and bustle of the streets of London, a man leaving two baskets behind some garbage bins at the local market went quite unnoticed. The woman who discovered the baskets, thought a good woman, was not who they were intended for. Being a good woman and wise with age, she carried them home where they wouldn't get into trouble.

Watching as the woman walked off with the baskets, a man, for whom the baskets were supposed to be traveling with followed the elderly woman back to her little home. He looked in the window as the kind woman brought out the contents of the basket. He couldn't have been more shocked. He immediately left to report to his sender.

The woman took good care of the two little things dwelling inside the baskets that if it weren't for special circumstances, the best place for them would be there. But her time was cute short, the sender of the first man needed what was in those baskets safe and where they were, they weren't. So not even a week after finding them, the kind lady was torn from her new positions. The sender came to the little house where the woman lived and carefully explained the mix up. Not to long later leaving with the baskets in his arms. The two baby girls living in them slept peacefully, all the way to a place where they would finally be safe from all danger.

Stopping his story the old professor looked hopefully at the twin girls before him. Silence filled the dark room in the center of the old house. The very house where the twins from the story came to live 17 years ago.

"I have herd that story at least a hundred times." Finally one of the twins spoke. "What makes now any different? I'm not going, I refuse" Chloe Grant stated very clearly, crossing her arms in front of her as she sat on the puffy couch alone.

"I'm going," The second sister replied. The professor seemed intrigued by this comment and sat perfectly still, listening for the conversation to develop more. "I'd rather go and be safe then stay and be killed" Reagan Grant continued. "I know the decision between life and death is a hard one, but really Chloe! We have been waiting for this all our lives this is why we are here! Not to mention we have got to be where we will be safe"

"Safe? We were supposed to come here and be safe." Chloe retorted, sounding very much like she would burst into tears at any moment. "Why do we need to be so safe? Why are we always running? What are we running from? Why don't we have parents? Why doesn't anyone answer our questions?" Chloe stopped to breathe, then started up again, "I'm sick of running".

"Don't think of it as running, think of it as making a smart decision." Reagan commented calmly. Chloe said nothing, she looked scared to death, a single tear rolled down her cheek and she rolled her eyes, her hair changed slightly tinting red. Regan replied to this look much sterner the before, " Even if you don't go, I am. My abilities are called for and I will go! You can stay here alone, and get killed. I don't plan on doing that, thank you very much!"

"The safest place used to be here, and it still is very safe" The professor spoke, "but we have new reason to believe that we have been watched here, the safest place now for you is Hogwarts. It's the best place for you. And your abilities are needed, we need you to gain trust of students and find ones to join at the end of the year, I trust you two."

More silence followed this, the silence gave all of them time now to remind them selves of the heat outside. The house always seemed to keep the heat well, more so in the summer days. When one is pondering events that may change their lives, it is not the best thing to be in the scalding heat. So Chloe just gave up on fighting it and gave in to her sisters looks.

"Fine." The single word that broke the silence, her face paled. " I am only agreeing because Dumbledore asked us, and think its best." Chloe sighed gazing at the empty fire place. Reagan looked at her sister and smiled. Albus Dumbledore smiled and nodded in agreement.

Looking up at the beautiful old brick house, you would never guess the strange happenings that went on inside. Never once would it occur to you that this was no normal house and not too much longer after you glanced at it, it would no longer be there.

A yellow taxi cab pulled up to the end of the driveway promptly at 10:00. The driver honked the horn at the house letting it occupants know it had arrived. At Exactly 10:05 the two teenage girls came out of the house, with two large trunks, one owl and one cat in tow. The trunks fit tightly into the back of the taxi, and the animals fit into the backseat with one of the two sisters inside. The other claimed to have forgotten something in the house and ran back in.

As Chloe stood looking around her, she saw many memories. The large entryway of the old home, the only home she ever knew, and the stone floor beneath her the pale blue walls that surrounded her. Memories came flooding back to her heart and out through her eyes. She just stood crying for several seconds when the hand of her sister touched her shoulder. She also had tears in her eyes. But gave Chloe a look that told her they needed to get going.

They both turned and headed for the door, Chloe took one last look around as she walked past the closet closest to the door. As they linked arms and stepped over the threshold of the front door the twins both whispered a well meant "Good Bye". They walked down the steps and across the lawn to the taxi got in and set off for 13 Grimald Place.