First Fanfic! Be gentle! please read and review!


Chapter 1

Harry glanced briefly into the last compartment of the Hogwarts Express.

"It's all full…" he sighed wearily, running a hand through his raven black hair. Ron swore violently as he dropped his school trunk with a loud thump.

"What are we gonna do now?" he grumbled loudly in frustration.

Hermione attempted to peer through the semi-transparent curtains behind the compartment door. "I can only see one person inside. Surely we can share?" she replied, frowning slightly. Without waiting for an answer, she knocked sharply and pulled the door back.

The seated girl's head shot up, taking in the scene before her: Hermione looking apologetic, Ron grumbling and swearing under his breath and Harry attempting to flatten his hair. She had platinum blond hair and wide quicksilver eyes that stared at the three breathless teens standing at the doorway. She must've been a transfer student as the three teens were sure they had never seen her before and she was far too tall to be a first year. The same thought was running through the golden trio's mind: she could've been Draco Malfoy's twin sister had they not known that he didn't have any siblings!

Hermione was the first to recover from this startling sight. "Ummm… sorry for disturbing you but all the other compartments are full. Could we please share this one?" The girl's eyes flicked to her face and bushy brown hair. Her eyes narrowed infinitesimally and she scrutinized Harry and Ron closely. Under her intense examination, the three teens began to fidget and suddenly found their shoes very interesting.

Finally, she nodded and with a small timid smile, replied "yes, of course", her voice warm and friendly. The golden trio breathed out in relief that the inspection was over AND they had found a compartment. They collapsed on the seat opposite her, although still slightly wary of her uncanny resemblance to Malfoy.

"I'm Hermione Granger from Gryffindor and I'm in my 6th year," Hermione ventured timidly, shooting glances at Harry and Ron. Harry blurted out "I'm Harry Potter" and Ron mumbled something that sounded vaguely like "Ron Weasley".

"You!" she gasped, her eyes widening in fury and horror. "You're the ones that have been causing us so much pain!" she continued, glaring at the trio. She exhaled loudly and rubbed her temples and turned to stare longingly at the door before turning her icy glare back onto the shocked teens.

Harry wasn't quite sure what to make of this outburst and from the raised eyebrows and looks of confusion on his friends' faces, they had no idea either. Ron turned to look at Hermione, hoping she would have a solution to defuse the tension that was almost palpable in the claustrophobic compartment.

Hermione slowly turned back to face the girl's outraged expression. "Ummm… We don't understand this situation…" she said nervously, her voice tailing off. The teens watched with their breath held as emotions of confusion, fury and uncertainty flitted across her sharp facial features before settling into a cold, expressionless mask.

"Don't you? I guess not though. What would Potty, Weasel and a mudblood know?" she smirked maliciously at the golden trio. All traces of friendliness toward this mysterious girl disappeared at her all too familiar words. Harry and Hermione's mouths dropped open and Ron's face was contorted in outrage.

Ron was the first to react, leaping forwards and whipping his wand out of his robes. "How dare you! Petrificus-"

But Ron never got to finish his spell. With a bang, he was flung backwards, smashed into the wall and slid down unconscious into an undignified heap on the ground. Harry and Hermione jumped up and within seconds, had their wands trained on the newcomer, eyes narrowed in hatred.

"Malfoy!" Harry spat out, glaring at the face he'd hated from the very first meeting. Draco Malfoy stood in the doorway, his close-combat stance mirroring Harry's with a wand pointing into Harry's face. A practical thought that he should be helping Ron was pushed to the back of his mind and was replaced by an overwhelming urge to hex his enemy into bits.

But Malfoy's face was not arrogant and haughty as it usually was. Rather, his face was even paler than it usually was and his eyes looked down at the unknown girl in worry. Harry kept his wand steadily aimed at his nemesis's shaking hand. Hermione had no more idea what was going on than Harry and risked a glance at the girl on the floor. The girl gave a curt nod to Malfoy, pulled out her own wand and trained it on Hermione.

Hermione gasped at this new threat and slowly directed her wand away from Malfoy to this new hostile girl. Harry was beyond shocked at this new twist. His mind was frantically weighing up options.

Option one: Fire off a hex and hope that Hermione would be able to react quickly enough to whatever spell this unknown girl would fire her way. Problem: the girl looked as though she was possibly a 6th year and knew advanced enough magic to harm Hermione. The smallness of the compartment also ruled out this option; spells would ricochet crazily off the walls.

Option two: Lower his wand and pray that Malfoy would follow his lead.

After a full minute of frozen tension, Harry made his decision. Although Harry hated this situation, he chose to slowly lower his wand, staring intently into Malfoy's cold eyes for any sign that he was going to take advantage of this. Thankfully, Malfoy also lowered his looking suspicious and the girls followed their lead. Although the situation was still tense, it was nowhere near as bad as it had been a few seconds ago.

"Do NOT. Insult. My. Twin. Potter!" Malfoy spat out venomously, sounding as though he was chewing each word before he released it. It was as though a bomb had gone off in the small compartment. The shock of his words were resounding in Harry's mind. Unluckily, Ron chose this moment to bring himself back to full consciousness. He wiped the blood on his mouth away with the sleeve of his robes and stared with unfocused eyes at the scene in front of him.

"Wazzut? Waz happen'd?" he mumbled weakly. Hermione crouched down next to him and began checking him for any other wounds, grimacing at the blood that dripped steadily out of his mouth.

"Bit me tongue" he explained patiently. While the Hermione inspected Ron, Harry was beside himself, torn between his curiosity and the ever-growing urge to punch Malfoy. Finally, the curiosity won over.

"Explain" Harry demanded Malfoy, his emerald green eyes drilling into silver-gray eyes.

"You honestly haven't figured it out?" The cold yet amused reply came from the unknown girl, moving towards Malfoy. "Well, I guess I can't expect too much of you. Drake has already told me about the amount of riff raff going on around here" she sighed mockingly, looking around the compartment in disgust. "Obviously, I was lucky enough to be home schooled by Father", her emphasis on "lucky" was so strong that Harry furrowed his eyebrows in confusion.

"Casey…" Draco reminded her warningly, placing a hand on her shoulder. So that was her name.

She nodded impatiently at Draco and continued "but Father is simply too busy with work at the Ministry now. What would the minister do without Father? So it would be easier if I simply came to Hogwarts with Drake" she continued in a smug matter-of-fact tone. "But who would've guessed we would have to put up with such company so early in the year?" she sighed again, angering Harry further.

Just as Harry was about to retort sharply, the Hogwarts Express began slowing down as it approached the platform. With a shuddering jolt, it came to a halt and there was a flurry of activity from adjoining compartments as everyone pushed and shoved, trying to squeeze their way out onto the platform.

With one last glare at the Malfoys, Harry and his friends jumped out onto the platform and slowly made their way in the carriages to Hogwarts.

"Honestly! They way they behave! Like they're above everyone else!" Hermione was ranting angrily. Everyone knew how she reacted to derogatory terms such as mudblood. Ron still had his sleeve over his mouth and was silently agreeing with Hermione. They did not realise that Harry was no longer a part of this conversation and that he was thinking along a totally different path.

Harry's mind was in overdrive as he attempted to piece together all the information he had gathered from the brief meeting with the Malfoys. Something was not quite right. Why had Draco kept his twin's existence a secret when it was obvious they were very close? Maybe Lucius only wanted a male heir he decided. And then there was that emphasis on "lucky". He thought back to those moments.

"Obviously, I was lucky enough to be home schooled by Father" she had said almost sarcastically. And then there was the warning from Draco, as if reminding her not to say anything more.

The welcoming feast passed quickly and they found out that her real name was Casey-Ann and she was indeed Draco's twin and also a 6th year Slytherin.

"Bloody hell! One Malfoy's bad enough! Now we'll have to deal with two!" Ron swore angrily, stabbing his potato with a fork. Harry nodded vaguely but his thoughts were still a thousand miles away, on the event in the compartment. It was all too confusing and Hermione and Ron didn't seem to be in any mood to help him figure this out. He sighed, decided that it was probably nothing and that he was just paranoid. And yet, the thought that Casey and Draco were not happy would not leave him alone.


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