Hello my dear readers! Here's the first chapter of year two! Enjoy it!

The more reviews I get, the faster I will update! *hint, hint*

"It's my turn! Give it to me!" Duncan yelled pulling the TV remote towards his side of the couch.

"The advertisements are going on in your channel. It makes more sense to put mine back on!" Harry shouted pulling it towards his side.

Duncan whined, "It's not fair. I'm watching a movie about faith, love, devition– "

"It's devotion!" Harry scowled.

"Yeah. I'm watching about the dangerous journey of how a father is reunited with his son and you want to watch a documentary on lions!" Duncan bellowed.

"You're watching an animated movie! About fishes! You've seen 'Finding Nemo' a dozen times and lions are so much better than fishes!" Harry yelled.

"Maybe they are, but you heard what they said; lions sleep 18 hours a day! "

"Not just that, Duncan! They hunt small animals and escape humans for the rest 7 hours–"

"6 hours! 18 from 24 is 6, Harry! And you're just proving my point! You told me what they do for 6 hours, now will you change to my channel?!"

"No!"

"It's not fair! It's my turn! And look! The advertisements are done and the movie is back on, so Shushhh!" Duncan slipped the remote from Harry's grip as the latter sulked and went into the kitchen, "Es injusto. La ha mirado tantas veces ... ¡Podría actuarla!" They just talked in Spanish in the house. Coming to think about it, it could be a good idea to taught their friends that language…

(Unfair. He watched it so many times... He can just go act in it!)

"¡Te escuché!" (I heard you!)

"Argh!"

Harry has really wanted to know about the luminescent vision of lions in the night. When their eyes glowed in the dark, there were some…stuff that fireflies had, which lit it up. He had no idea what the 'stuff' was called. And now, he'd have to wait for tomorrow's rerun of the episode.

He hated it when they fought like this. He knew it was what Mom called, brotherly quarrels. And in truth, he did wish they could skip these parts. He knew of Duncan's fascination of 'Finding Nemo'. And it's not about fishes.

Harry knew that Duncan would like to think that his Dad was searching for him. In the movie, the clownfish crossed the entire ocean to save his son. He knew everything about the war against Kaiju and all that, but when danger had passed, then he would have come back to her, right? Who would not want a lovely lady like Margaret? In all honestly (Harry prayed Duncan wasn't listening to his thoughts at that moment) she was kind and sweet and beautiful and the best mother in the world.

A month had passed since they left the station, and quite a lot of things had happened. For example, Barnes didn't treat them so badly since he was somewhat scared of their magic, a thing that Duncan and Harry used to their full advantage. For the first couple of weeks back, Harry and Duncan had enjoyed muttering nonsense words under their breath and watching Barnes tearing out of the room or jumping about two feet in the air.

More than anything else at Hogwarts, more even than playing Quidditch, Harry and Duncan missed their best friends, Ron Weasley, Neville Longbottom and Hermione Granger.

They, however, didn't seem to be missing them at all. None of them had written to him all summer, even though Ron had said he was going to ask Harry and Duncan to come.

But the long silence from Ron, Neville and Hermione had made Harry and Duncan feel so cut off from the magical world that even taunting Barnes had lost its appeal. Their Mom thought this very odd, but as she was a Muggle and they didn't have Hermione's phone number, she was as the same as the twins.

They also had told their Mom about their weird mental bond. She almost had crashed with the car in front of her. After a while of discussion, they decided to keep it secret (yet another one) unless something happened to them. So far, the only thing that had happened is that Harry didn't need his glasses anymore.

"Mamá, estoy aburrido. ¿Qué hago?" Harry asked his Mom, who was preparing lunch. (Mom, I'm bored. What should I do?)

"Have you written to Ron, Hermione or Neville?" she asked distractedly.

Harry sighed. "Yeah, we have, but they just don't answer. Cuando volvamos al colegio voy a dejar suelto al dragoncito." Said Harry, switching to Spanish without meaning to.

"Again: I heard you!" came Duncan's irritated voice. (When we go back to school I will let go of the little dragon)

Margaret was thoughtful for a moment, then she smiled.

"Let's see if you can solve this riddle."

"I hate riddles!" Harry complained. "But I haven't got anything better to do, so fire away, Mom." He quickly backtracked, seeing her expression.

"Mom, I'm…"

"Bored, we know." Harry said to his brother, who had just entered. "Mom's going to tell me a riddle. I am horrible with riddles." He moaned. Duncan, on the other hand, had a expression of absolute delight.

"A riddle! I am awesome with riddles! Tell me!"

Margaret smiled, this riddle in particular had made her spent two hours thinking it:

Ena had five children, as you may know now.

Not one less, not one more.

The second was called Nea

The third was called Nae

And if you want to go further, the question will be:

How is the fifth child called?

"It's an anagram! Cool!" smirked Duncan. Harry stared at him in puzzlement.

"It's an…?" Duncan huffed.

"An anagram, Raven. It's when you put the letters or a word in a different order to form a different word. Ena had five children…" Duncan left the kitchen muttering to himself. Harry stared at his mother in wonder.

"Help please?"

"No, you have to figure this out by yourself." Margaret smiled. Harry growled at her and stormed away from the kitchen. Margaret stared at him. Had it been her imagination, or Harry's eyes had turned grey for a second?

"You know about this matter as much as I do, don't you?" said Harry a couple of hours later. He still couldn't resolve that riddle, and was sitting on one of the steps of the stairs, petting Demon.

The black dog just barked. He had gotten bigger over the year, but he was still on the short end. Harry smiled, how he didn't think about this before? Duncan had already solved the riddle. He focused on the bond between he and his twin…and failed miserably.

"Harry what are you doing?! Get out of my head!" Duncan's voice yelled in his head. Harry winced and promised himself to work on his subtlety. His brother appeared at the bottom of the stairs. Harry grinned a wide grin. Duncan growled at him with a little of smoke coming out his mouth.

"OUCH!" yelped Harry when Demon bit his finger. "You traitor!" Duncan laughed as Demon ran down to him. He began petting his dog.

"Tú cada vez me caes major, sabes?" laughed Duncan at Demon. (I'm liking you more by the second, you know?)

"It's my revenge for all those math problems you refused to help me with." Duncan taunted.

"You wait until you are asleep, I will attack!" Harry threatened. Duncan growled.

Harry growled an identical growl at them. He headed towards his bedroom and opened the door. What he saw made his eyes go wide.

"DUNCAAAAAAAAANN!"

I know, I know, I'm a fast writer hehe.

The one who can solve the riddle gains a cookie! (if you can't it will be published in the next chapter)

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Your favorite dark-eyes,

H. E. B.