A/N I really don't know how this story is going to turn out, so please Read & Review! Thanx!

Brief Description: Chris and Sarah are two American teenagers who have discovered that they have strange powers. Chris appears to be psychic and Sarah has learned to exert rudimentary control over clouds and the weather. The siblings have been testing the limits of their powers, making sure to keep them a secret from everyone they know.

Chapter 1: First Death

Mist swirled around their ankles as they walked through still night. They hiked up a path they had known all their lives. The night was dark, and the moon new. Cirrus clouds tattered the sky like tissue paper. Their footsteps were muffled dimly by the heavy fog. The wet, dewy grass seeped in between their bare feet, sending shivers up each of their backs.

Sarah strode slightly behind Chris, following his footprints, making her way up the steep incline. They walked in silence. They were here for a purpose.

They reached the top of the incline and each took their proper seats, Chris at one side of the grassy plateau and Sarah at the other. They sat facing each other.

"Sarah," Chris asked, annoyed with her antics "do you mind clearing the space a bit? This stupid fog is freezing!" Chris sighed, exasperated. He knew that she had created the fog to annoy him. He had glimpsed the clear night sky outside the bubble of fog.

Sarah grinned and swiped her hand down, in a cutting motion. The fog slowly disappeared. "I'm sorry," she giggled, "But I couldn't help it. I'm getting better, you know! That's the first time I've been to hold fog for that long! And anyway, it's not like anyone could see us…"

"Yeah…" Chris grinned ruefully. Sarah seemed to be so much more carefree. She didn't seem to grasp the situation they were in. If anyone found out… he shuddered.

Chris shook his head and turned his attention to a single blade of grass. Concentrating, he reached forward with his mind. With the invisible hands of his psyche, he grasped the blade and yanked it free. He steadily held out his real hand, as if beckoning for the blade. Slowly, it started towards him, gliding through the air.

On the edge of his conscious he heard his younger sister say, "I'll just start practicing, then, I guess." She was obviously feeling snubbed at having been ignored.

Chris gritted his teeth as his sister started to sing, 'Shut up, Sarah!' he thought. The grass floating towards him wavered, then sped towards him. "Ach!" he shouted as the grass flew past his hand and into his now open mouth.

"Chris," came Sarah's voice across the way, "you shouldn't eat grass, you know, it's bad for you!"

Chris spit out the tangy green and bit his tongue not to answer. Sarah had been like this ever since the end of school. He knew she wasn't like this with her friends… but then again, if everyone acted as err… eccentric as she did sometimes… well, the results wouldn't be good.

Suddenly, a scream woke him from his thoughts. It was his sister. She was thrashing furiously at a man in a dark cloak. He held her hands and had gagged her mouth. Chris looked around himself, more people in dark cloaks had appeared. Chris quickly assessed the situation; three against two, not good, but they could probably take them.

"Let go of her!" Chris shouted. The person just laughed. He wheeled around, his fists balled, ready to take the others. One of them took out a thin stick. What is he going to do? Beat me with a twig? thought Chris.

The persons deep voice echoed across the hilltop, "Avada-" But he was cut off. Because at that moment, with a loud crack, three more people appeared, each carrying sticks.

With a wave of the stick, one person, an old man, shouted, "Expelliarmus".

Chris watched with wide eyes as the people waved the sticks, shouted words, and somehow stunned the black-cloaked men. Chris blinked his eyes only once, wondering whether someone possibly slipped some vodka into his milk at lunch, then realized he had completely forgotten about Sarah. 'Boy is she gonna' kill me!'

He just saw the man carrying Sarah disappear down the hill. He ran after them, which wasn't that hard, considering his sister fought like a wildcat, screaming and trying to get her nails into any pressure points.

He pounded down the hill, quickly gaining ground. He grimaced and narrowed his eyes.

The girl was struggling more than expected. The dark cloaked man stumbled and tripped as he felt a hard force connect with his lower back. Suddenly, he was being pummeled from all directions by an invisible, force.

Sarah sat up, groaning as she tried to understand what had happened. Why is that guy break dancing on the ground? She wondered. She glanced around and saw Chris frozen in place, trembling and staring into the air.

There was a sudden crack. Sarah wheeled around and saw her kidnapper on the ground, his neck at an odd angle. Leaning down, she lifted up her captor's weirdo mask. Pulling it away, she stared into his eyes. They were blank. There was nothing. A racking sob shook her body. He was dead.

However horrified she was, it didn't override her protectiveness. She glanced up the hill at Chris. He had collapsed on the ground. Understanding dawned on her. He had…he had…killed… Whatever she did, she must not let him find out… he'd be devastated.

She scrambled up the hill to Chris. His pulse was slow and sluggish, and his forehead was covered in sweat. She looked one last time at the body below her. Jesus, if he was really doing that, he must of used too much energy.

His forehead felt hot, so she blew on the air. A cool breeze swept around them.

A heavy footstep woke her from her reverie. Sarah darted up, dropping Chris's head harshly on the ground. Oh, I'll be paying later for that! She winced. Facing the silver-bearded man, she narrowed her eyes dangerously.

"You'll have to come through me to come near him!" she warned.

The man chuckled. "You have nothing to fear from us, young Ms. . . ."

The girl hestitated only a moment, but something in the man's eye's made her feel secure, "Sarah Brockett. This is my brother Chris."

"Well, I am honored to meet you. What has happened to your brother?"

"I don't exactly know…" Sarah scrambled for an excuse, knowing that she should keep her powers a secret. "How did those men… and you three appear?"

The man looked piercingly at Sarah. Sarah shuffled under the harsh scrutiny, a blush appearing on her cheeks. The man nodded his head, "Magic."

"No, seriously, how did you do it?" Sarah let down her guard and kneeled again beside her brother. She lifted his heavy head, feeling for the bruise that must have come out of her dropping his head.

She saw a hint of a smile twinge the corner's of the man's lips. "Magic, my dear, we are wizards. The men who surrounded you were simple scoundrels of our world who enjoy terrorizing non-magic folk."

Sarah's mouth dropped open, and for the second time that day, she dropped her brother's head.

The man tsked, "Perhaps we should get your brother inside before you permanently damage his head." The teen nodded numbly, What kind of crackpot is this guy? Wizards? Non-magic folk?

Two other's had joined them, one male, the other female. The old man whipped out a stick and waved it. Chris was levitated into the air. Sarah stared at the man. Wow, I must have fallen asleep! She pinched herself, nope…so… wait, wizard? Does that mean Chris is a wizard? Am I one? Can these people help us?

The man waved his arm in her direction, "Lead away." Sarah walked dazedly back to her house. Chris's body floated eerily along beside her. His breathe was steady, but his chest barely rose. Sarah shivered. He almost looked like a corpse. Sarah remembered those blank eyes, staring up at her…