Disclaimer: I am not making money from this story. I don't own Harry Potter or any characters you recognize. Some of these characters I completely made up. Not like that will help…
Prologue
In an office that used to be filled with glittering and whirring instruments, two children sat in mismatched armchairs in front of a heavy mahogany desk. On the right was an eleven-year-old girl with soft features, white-blonde hair, and deep green eyes. She looked around the room she had seen many times before and popped her muggle chewing gum. The sound reverberated in the silence. On the left, a boy the same age sat playing with a golden snitch, his untidy dark hair falling over his grey eyes. Their names were Angelique and Maddox, known affectionately by the students and staff of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry as "those Potter twins." They were sitting in this office due to a well placed jelly-legs jinx and some of their second cousin's (although they call him Uncle) disappearing dust from Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes. They were troublemakers.
A twenty-eight-year old woman with long, straight red hair and the same green eyes as Angelique slammed the door to her office and gracefully sat behind the gilded mahogany. Her stare bore into the twins. She was not happy with them.
"Aunt Darcie, wedidn'tmeanto! Iswearit!" said Maddox so fast the Headmistress could barely understand him.
"Yes we did. Stop being such a git, doxie-woxie…" Angelique's face twisted into a familiar smirk.
"Don't call me that!" Maddox jumped from his seat and Darcie heard the tell-tale noises of a lamp shattering behind her.
"Would both of you sit down?" They were still shouting, and hadn't heard her. "NOW!"
The kids became silent, staring at their Aunt like she had just slaughtered a hippogriff. Angelique popped her gum.
All of a sudden, the three in the office heard a giggle behind them. They turned to see a small portrait of a slender woman with bushy hair and muddy brown eyes. In the portrait she looked about 30 years old, and her eyes shone as she laughed at all the commotion.
"Great Aunt Hermione!" Both kids jumped out of their chairs and ran over to the sniggering portrait.
"Hello to you Angelique. Maddox. Darcie. What's all the noise about?" Hermione asked. Darcie explained what the twins had done, and the portrait was laughing so hard now it was becoming contagious.
"Why are you laughing, Aunt Hermione?" Darcie asked, trying to hold in her own giggles.
Hermione turned her chocolate eyes to the twins, and said "You two… you remind me so much of your parents."
Maddox let his face curl into a huge smile, showing pearly white, perfectly straight teeth. He loved being compared to his father. Andy Potter was a strong man that had played professional Quiddich and always had so many stories to tell Maddox and Angelique.
Angelique smiled, also. Her eyes twinkled, and her liquid hair slid off of her shoulder. She was so much like her mother that Hermione could only tell the difference by the deep mossy green eyes that belonged to her nephew.
"Did they ever tell you how they first met?" Hermione sent the twins a conniving grin.
"No they didn't!" Maddox said, taken aback by the fact that his father had missed such an important story.
"Tell us, please, Great Aunt 'Mione!" Angelique added not a second after.
"It all started in Andy's sixth year here, when I was Headmistress. A new student, a transfer from one of the top wizarding schools in France…"