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CHAPTER ONE: Yellow Submarine

Lydia hummed to herself as she read the Daily Prophet in the dark kitchen of Number 12, Grimmauld Place. Across from her sat her brother, Luke, reading a magazine. Sports. Down the table sat Remus Lupin, their godfather, sipping on his coffee, reading a book. Somewhere in the house, Sirius Black, was up to no good.

Finally Lydia set the paper down with a bored sigh, crossing her arms, and giving her godfather a piercing look.

"I'm bored," she said.

"Read a book," Remus replied, not looking up from his book. Lydia sighed again and settled on staring at her brother. After several minutes he looked at her, annoyed. This pleased Lydia greatly.

It also began a staring contest.

They watched each other, unblinkingly, matching each others brown eyes. Silly grins grew on their faces as their eyes began to water.

The door in the hallway opened, followed by the sounds of voices. Many voices. Mostly complaining about coming to such a dark place. Lydia and Luke still stared. Even when the door of the kitchen opened and Remus stood up.

"Arthur! Molly!" he exclaimed. "You're early!" He walked over to the door and hugged both the man and woman standing there. Each had red hair. The rest of the family entered the room. Staring at the two people in the room that were not standing. Remus sighed.

"Luke. . . . Lydia," he said.

"Shhh! I'm winning!" hissed Luke. Lydia grinned, her eyes painfully watering.

"You're twitching," she commented.

"So're you," he replied. Lydia got closer to his face, leaning across the table. Luke blinked and she shot up into the air.

"HA! I won! In your face sucker!" she cried, beaming. Luke grumbled and fished around in his pockets before tossing a knut to her.

"Shut it," he mumbled, standing. Remus turned to Arthur and Molly. Luke walked around the table and stood by Lydia.

"These charming two, are my god-children," he said. "And a pain in the arse." Luke gasped and feigned hurt, clutching at his heart.

"Uncle! How cruel, we love you," he said. Remus snorted.

"Lies," he said. Lydia sniffed and turned her nose in the air dramatically. Crossing her arms as well.

"If that's true then I'm never cooking for you again!"

"Look what you did," said Luke. "Now you've ruined her dream! To be the best chef in the world." Lydia placed a hand on her forehead and fake swooned. Luke caught her, and held her limp body in the air.

"Don't die! I will save you! Don't go into the light!"

"Will you two quit it?" snapped Remus. Luke jumped up and saluted to him.

"Yes, sir!" Remus rolled his eyes.

"Lydia, Luke, these are the Weasely's. This is Ron, Ginny, Fred and George," he said pointed to each person respectively. They waved, and curiously watched the two dark haired children before them.

"I'm Lydia," said Luke.

"And I'm Luke," said Lydia. " 'And we're twins.'" They said together. Fred and George looked at them and snorted.

"No you're not," they said together.

"Yes, we are," said Luke.

"Joined at the hips," Lydia said, pushing her hip next to Luke's and wrapping her arm around him. They were the same height. They also had the same eye color, and hair color.

Save for Lydia's was longer. But only a little. It was ruffled like Luke's, but styled, because it was short. Basically the only difference between the two, was that she was prettier, and she was female.

"I've been stuck with them for weeks," explained Remus. "Their parents are off in Africa, doing research."

"Well, we are happy to have met them," replied Molly. She was giving each set of twins nervous glances, despite what she had said. Lydia grinned at her brother, and he ruffled her hair. She didn't mind, it stuck out anyway.

"Well," she said. "Welcome to the lair of Sirius Black. Our master."

"We are his humble servants," Luke said. Someone snorted.

"That's a bloody lie," said Sirius Black entering the kitchen. His magenta suit clashing with his orange tie. "You never listen to a word anyone says to you." He stopped before the Weasley's. Earning a muffled gasped from Mrs. Weasley.

Sirius grinned and held out his hand to Arthur, who shook it.

"Welcome to my home," Sirius said warmly. "Make yourselves at home."

"Hey!" cried Luke indignantly. "That's not what you said to us!"

"You said to stay off the furniture, and not cause trouble!" chimed in Lydia. Both grinned and laughed.

"Fat lot that did!" they said together. Remus gave a long suffering sigh.

"Out. You two, go to your room," he commanded. Lydia sniffed.

"Look. Kicked out already, we've been replaced!"

"Woe!" cried Luke. "Woe is me! Come Lydia, let us go to our personal prison." He held out his hand, which she took.

"Darling," she told him, drawing out the syllables. "Take me away!"

Together they left the kitchen before dissolving in a fit of snickers as they climbed the stairs. Passing the portrait of Mrs. Black they blew her kisses.

"Night, mummy!" they both taunted.

"Filthy, ungrateful children!" muttered the covered painting. "Disgracing my house! What would-" her muttering faded as they climbed yet another set of stairs.

"So," said Luke, once tucked safely in their room. He sat cross legged on her bed, as Lydia lay on the floor, her feet resting on the bed. She held her wand in the air, making red sparks fly out of it. "What do you think of our guests?"

"A bit boring," she told him thoughtfully. "Not very outgoing." Luke nodded.

"I suggest, a welcoming present," he offered. Lydia looked at him with a smile on her face. Her brown hair falling into her eyes.

"Do tell."

But at that moment, the door opened and in walked two grinning Weasley's. Lydia recalled their names and looked at them. Fred and George Weasley. She could tell that they liked making others think that they were the same. They wore the same shirts, knitted sweaters.

Both stopped smiling when they saw Luke and Lydia.

"Oh," they said together. "We're sharing with you then."

"It won't be that bad," Luke told them with a grin. "I don't snore. The same can't be said about, Lee." This was met with a book thrown at his head, knocking him to the floor. And a laughing Lydia.

"I would say the same, Lu. You sound like a pig!"

"Shove off," he said from the floor laughing. "We sound the same!"

"Then you are like us then," said the one that Lydia guessed was Fred. "Georgie, I think they are identical."

"My thoughts exactly, Freddie," said George. Lydia grinned, she was right. Fred was slightly taller than George. It wasn't noticeable, but to Lydia every little difference she could see. Luke got to his feet.

"I knew you would see it our way," he told them. He then helped Lydia to her feet. She ended up facing the wrong direction and had to turn around to face Fred and George.

"Well, we thought having the extra two beds was an accident-"

"-but now we see they're for you," finished Luke. "Welcome to our lair. The one place that Black can't touch."

"You do realize this is his house," said George with a raised brow.

"So?" asked Lydia. "He knows not to mess with us. Last week proved that."

"Last week?" asked Fred.

"Jinxed his closet," Luke told them smugly. "Kept singing, Yellow Submarine, all day long."

"We also trapped him in his room," added Lydia. "Remus was gone, so he had no help."

"Sometimes, if your lucky, you'll catch him singing it under his breath," Luke told them.

"Seriously?" they both asked in unison.

"He is Sirius, after all," Lydia told them. . . .seriously. Fred and George grinned. Lydia high fived Luke.

"Wait," asked George.

"What's, Yellow Submarine?" finished Fred. Luke and Lydia gasped.

"You don't know the Beatles?"

I'll see what devious inspiration hits me for this story, I don't know if I'll continue it. . . . ?

Review if you liked it and would like the story to continue!

~CHAO