Note From author: TADA! I have no died if you are coming over from my yu yu hakusho fanfictions. If you are not, then don't worry about it. Anyway there are a few notes I'd like to put here before you start THAT YOU MUST READ IN ORDER TO UNDERSTAND THIS STORY!

1) I originally wrote this story when the sixth book had just come out. That means: I had no clue about Snape, I did not know that Harry would not be continuing his school work, etc. ANYTHING and EVERYTHING that happened from the last book will not have happened/will happen.

2)Because of this there is a slight AU theme going on in this story. :) I hope you don't mind. If you do-Just read you might find that you like it. Who knows right?
Without further ado:
-ROSEY

The Arrival of the Two Deadly Beauties

The young female stood outside the giant castle that was to be her home for this final year of school. Being a seventh year lessened the impact that Hogwarts had on her, but she would never forget the awe she felt when she had first seen this beautiful place. The young woman had just returned from the summer holiday and was waiting, gearing herself up to face the hordes of Slytherin's that would eventually greet her when she entered the Great Hall. It wasn't that she didn't like her house-mates. It was just that they got rather annoying at times and she didn't feel up to their nattering.

A playful breeze knocked a silver and emerald lock of hair in front of her pitch black eyes. She had dyed her hair, much to her father's disapproval, to match the colors of her house for the opening ceremony. It reached down her back before stopping just before her hips. Except for the piece that was in front of her right eye, her bangs were held by clips that she had put in. They each housed a miniature snake—also in tribute to her house.

Her eyes swept the large doors that led into the Great Hall, remembering just how disproportionate they were. Who, she wondered, had ever been that big or need doors that were that big?

She knew though, in the pit of her stomach, that she would be question non-stop once she entered the hall. The spring before, right before finals, she had been dragged from school by her father for unknown reasons. She could already see a mental list of all the questions: Why had she been taken out of school before it had ended? Had there been a death in the family? Oh please Aseria, tell us the gritty details!

She had rehearsed lies that would keep people at bay—she had been very sick, or had gotten hexed by another student from a different house, most likely Gryffindor though she hadn't seen the student's face. The truth was much worse than any of the lies that she had come up with though.

Her father, a loyal Death Eater, had pulled her from school. He had taken two whole months and the remainder of the summer holiday that would have—if she had gotten her way—relaxing and doing homework and made them spine chilling days that lasted far longer than seemed possible. He had presented her to the Dark Lord himself somewhere at the beginning of the summer.

Wincing at the memories, she shuddered as she remembered the Dark Lord's cold stare, the sneering masks of the other Death Eaters in the room, and the sense of undying hatred that seemed to have emanated of the people in the room. The young woman forced her memories of the summer away. She had burned the green, silver, and black dress that she had been made to wear to the occasion—she could burn the memories of the summer away if she just ignored them, right?

The trick to surviving the Great Feast was to tell lies. Trust none of her fellow Slytherins, for who knew who was reporting to the Dark Lord on her actions. She could not get her father, herself, or her younger sister into trouble with Him.

"If it isn't Miss Seira Berakin," drawled a voice that she knew all too well from behind her, breaking through the plans she had been laying down in order to survive. When Seira turned her black gaze back, it landed on the tall, somewhat good looking prefect of Slytherin House—Draco Malfoy. She watched him as he neared her. A small lynx wound its way around her feet, bristling as it saw the man and started to growl. Draco however seemed oblivious of the small cat-like creature that seemed to dislike him so much. As she watched his cocky stride, she hatched a new plan that would definitely make her life a little more amusing for the time.

"Why, Mister Draco Malfoy, our glorious prefect, I had no idea you would remember me after four long months of summer! I am so honored," she said, bowing her head a little to show how 'true' her words were. That was a trick of the Slytherin's. The ability to look and sound positively pleased to meet someone and yet be secretly planning their doom behind their back. "But alas, I was kept from getting on the train and I do feel a bit off, so I believe that I will simply skip tonight's feast and head up to the dorms. Do you by chance know the password?"

She was glad that she had dressed properly despite having arrived not ten minutes before because her father had been late getting her stuff for school. Her Slytherin robbers rested on her shoulders while her knee length skirt blew gently in the breeze that also toyed with the strands of hair in front of her right eye. She didn't really feel sick, but he didn't need to know that until he had already helped fill out her plan.

As he watched her for several minutes, she play acted the sick young woman that just needed to retire for the evening. She supposed she played it off well for he gave her the password—pure blood—readily enough. Let him think she was a simple woman with a weak stomach for travel. Served him right. He should know her better than that after their six years of teases and pranks back and forth.

Quickly, she turned, raising a hand back at him. "Thank you, you have truly served me well prefect! Now I needn't pay attention to you or the rest at dinner." She teased with a laugh as she entered the Great Hall. It was so much fun to tweak the nose of the young man. They had been tweaking each other for years now and she had just as much fun now as she did when they were eleven and he would flip out.

Leaving a dumb-struck yet slowly growing furious Draco in the entryway, Seira entered the hall and headed towards the tables that were marked for the Slytherin house. She could feel his gaze on her back as she moved off. She knew he'd move off soon to visit his fellow friends. While they played tricks on each other, they were by no definition friends. They each had their own circles and with that came equal popularity that rivaled each other. Whereas Draco brought a quiet and dark popularity to his surroundings, Seira tried to bring a bright and wickedly humorous glow to her surroundings.

On her way down the tables, Seira was stopped by a few of her friends that asked where she was going and why she had been taken out of school early—all questions that she was ready to lie in response. She brushed their concern off quickly with pleasant smiles and excuses and continued on her way down the table to where the first years would be sitting. Not only did this keep her away from the nattering of her 'friends', but it would also give her a chance to welcome any new Slytherins. While the young woman didn't mind being popular, it wasn't like her life revolved around it like the earth revolved around the sun.

But there was only one reason that the seventh year wanted to sit near the first years on this day and that reason came in with the first years that entered a few moments after she had sat down. Her black eyes searched through the crowd until she relaxed as her eyes locked with one young girl. She was located in the center of the cluster of first years. Her black hair and blue-green eyes were all that identified her to Seira. The hair was wavy compared to Seira's straight hair, but there was no doubt about who the girl was in Seira's mind. A small smile developed slowly on the seventh year's lips as she rested her head calmly onto her palm as her elbow rested on the wood table. She zoned in and out as Professor McGonagall called the names of students that begun with 'A' and moved down the list. Finally the older woman came to the 'B's and Seira perked up.

"Berakin, Esi Berakin," the older woman called and the girl from the middle moved forward, taking a slow seat on the stool. She did not, like other first years, look up at the hat, but out across the hall towards her sister. A slow wave of whispers rushed over the table of Slytherins. Everyone but Malfoy seemed to wonder if the Berakin at the stool and the Berakin at the Slytherin Table were related.

Esi sat still as the sorting hat was placed on her head. She sat there, staring straight into the eyes of her older sister. She could tell that Seira was proud of her, and that was good and all, but she was not a touchy feely person and she got a little uncomfortable around her older sibling. Long moments passed as the Sorting Hat grumbled in Esi's ear. Rolling her black eyes, Esi started to fiddle with a piece of her black hair and then cocked her head to the side as if she were listening to something. The sorting hat had been mumbling about how she would be perfect in both Slytherin and Ravenclaw.

Finally, after what seemed like far too long for both sisters, the hat called out what the two wanted to hear, "Slytherin!" The hat was brought from Esi's head and she slid off the seat, walking straight back and dignified to her sister's side. Seira rested a hand on her sister's shoulder in a way of congratulations when Esi had seated before their silence was broken.

"Congratulations!" a young man said from across the table, "You are lucky to get put with your sister, Esi, right?" Seira looked cautiously at the young man and recognized him as the one guy that had repetitively asked her on many dates to Hogsmeade over the last three years—all which had been strictly, yet kindly declined. Her defenses started to rise and she was ready to point out that her sister was too young for a young man to trample her heart. She needn't have worried though.

Esi raised an eyebrow artfully and then rolled her eyes to look at Seira. "Really sister, do they think me stupid? Or are they stupid?" she started before turning to the young man again, "And you should have given up after the first rejection Colman Lasair!" Her voice was icy—nothing like her older siblings.

Colman blinked and stared at the first year that had the temper of the family it seemed. "Seira talked about me?" he asked hopefully as if the older of the two sisters was not there at all.

"Esi," Seira hissed with a heavy sigh, "How many times have I or our parents told you not to use your gift unless you absolutely have too?" Her voice was soft and held a note of warning that didn't quiet seem to reach her exasperated gaze.

"Enough for me to want to vomit," Esi said with a sigh before resting her chin on her palm much like Seira had done earlier while waiting for Esi's tern on the stool. Seira watched her sister before turning to sit quietly in hopes that the dinner would show up soon and she could get some desert or better yet, some good food.