A older teenager in a black jacket walks on the stage, looking straight at the "audience".

"Konnichiwa, ladies and gentlemen. Or for those of you in selective time zones, konbonwa. ...And for some, ohayo gozaimasu." The author shakes his head to clear it. "Anyway, I am your host, Shadowincarnants. But to save time I'll be known at this time as Ryos. As a fan of the Harry Potter books, I have noticed the constant "evilness" that the Slytherins have always been associated with, and a general description of them as having mostly immoral qualities. Then again, it's from Harry's view, and he's a Gryffindor. I'm sensing a little bias. Not only that, but Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff are poorly represented in the books as well."

"So I created a story about someone who experienced everything during the conflict of the second war and the events that put it into action, but from another house's point of view. For all you worried about it, he won't be a Mary-Sue. He won't be all goody-goody with the books' main characters, loved by everybody in the school...well, read and you'll find out what he's like. But before I divulge into these pages, lawyers have warned me to release the following disclaimer."

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, which is owned by JK Rowling, or any other source I may parody in my works.

Chapter 1: Emerald and Amethyst

A feeling of destruction coursed through the air, from the barren ground to the storm-covered sky. A young boy stood in the middle of this scene, eyes darting between the bodies that littered the ground. He then began to hear a cold, eerie voice echo throughout the grounds, "Surrender now, or all innocent blood shall be spilt..."

"Wake up," a much softer, warmer voice said.

"Come to me in an hour.." the high voice stated.

"Wake up," the other voice said again.

"No..."

"Come..." The cold voice ended, finally beginning to fade away.

"Wake up Daeos," the warmer voice said once again, pushing away the dark scene from existence.

"No."

"Wake up, you have to get ready!"

"No."

"Why don't you wake up on time for once?"

"Why don't you go to hell?"

Angered by her brother's insult, Jenn stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind her. At the moment the door snapped shut, the boy in the bed at the right side of the room finally opened his eyes. His hand stumbled around on the desk at his side until it found its target. Lifting up the clock, Daeos realized he had fifteen minutes to get ready for school. Sighing, he walked over to his dresser, thinking over the dream he was rudely interrupted from. It was pretty depressing, he thought, pulling out a shirt to put on for the day ahead, but I still wish I was having it. It's still more interesting than my life. Pulling on the last article of clothing he needed, he began to reflect on something. I wonder if that dream meant anything important...probably not.

As Daeos climbed down the stairs into the kitchen, he overheard part of a conversation going on about him.

"Couldn't you have tried harder to wake up your brother?" asked one voice firmly.

Jenn's voice soon replied. "You know Daeos, it's like he's glued to the bed every morning. He'll get moving at the absolute last second he can." Upon hearing this, Daeos entered the room to find three people sitting at the table in the middle.

Jenn looked up at him and shrugged her shoulders. "My point proven," she said mildly, continuing to stuff books in her bag for school. A woman with dirty-blond hair put down the cup she was drinking from and looked across the table at her son.

"Daeos," she said in a stern voice, "you have to stop waking up this late. Your time isn't going to be as flexible next year." Mrs. Johnson stood up from her chair and began to take the plates scattered across the kitchen table to the sink. "Now get your stuff together, I'm dropping you off on my way to work."

Jenn picked up her bag and left the house, but Daeos decided to steal a piece of toast from the center platter before it was taken to the counter. As he picked up his backpack that he left leaning against the side of the wall, he ruffled the hair of a small boy who was still at the table and told him, "Come on kid, time to get going."

"I hate it when you do that," responded the seven year-old before running into the hallway.

"I'll stop doing it when you actually hit four feet," he yelled back, before heading outside himself.

"I can't believe you didn't get into trouble for that."

It was later that afternoon, and Daeos and Jenn were walking home from the spot the bus dropped them off at. She was going on about an incident that happened earlier today.

"Well, I'm clever like that," Daeos replied, "I'm actually able to talk my way out of getting in trouble for something I didn't do..."

"You didn't do?" said Jenn incredulously. "You and Trevor were alone in an art room, he was making fun of you, and a few seconds later he was covered in green paint."

"Hey, it's a good color. It might make him less ugly."

Though normally Jenn would laugh at this, she continued to talk in a stern manner. "That still doesn't mean you had to splash all that paint on him," she said.

"I didn't throw that paint on him!" Daeos said once again. "I'm not going to say that I didn't want to, but.."

"So what," Jenn interrupted, "the paint just leaped on him by itself?"

"Yes!" yelled Daeos, "It just seemed to...fall on him! Come on Jenn, you have to believe me!" As odd as it seemed, Jenn somewhat did believe him. Some situations like that seemed to happen to her as well, although unlike Daeos, she doesn't usually take the blame for it. But she was somewhat sure that he was responsible for this.

"Well, whether you did it or not, they're going to be calling mom anyway," she told him.

"Like I care," Daeos said harshly, "she's not even my mother." It took a few seconds to realize that while he was still walking, Jenn stopped in her tracks. Daeos looked back at her to find her staring at her brother in disbelief.

"You don't mean that," Jenn said quietly, "She basically is our mother."

Daeos sighed, realizing that what he said was out of order. "No, I didn't mean that. When you're right you're right," he admitted. "And unfortunately, you're nearly always right. Curse the day your IQ became triple that of an average person's," he added, causing Jenn to roll her eyes.

But Daeos was speaking the truth. Laura Johnson, though treated Daeos and Jenn as if they came from her own womb, was not their birth mother. It turns out that their real mother took them with her to visit her sister in Berkshire. She didn't get the chance to return with them back to America though, as she was killed, along with her sister's family, coincidentally leaving only the two siblings left alive. Whatever became of their father was unknown, leaving them only with their names: Daeos and Jenn Kirande. Whoever found them learned their names as well, and they kept them even when they were adopted by Mr. And Mrs. Johnson.

The couple took in Jenn and Daeos in fear that they couldn't produce any children for themselves. This was proven wrong seven years ago, when Mrs. Johnson gave birth to her son Kyle. The excitement of his birth did not last very long, as her husband died within a year later. This left her with her son Kyle, and her two adoptive children.

Continuing the walk to their house, Jenn began to notice that Daeos was becoming sulkier again. "Remember Daeos, we only have two weeks until holidays. And," she added with a slight note of excitement in her voice, "tomorrow's our eleventh birthday."

Daeos' eyes sparked a little at the mention of this. "Oh yeah, I forgot! If it's our eleventh, then something exciting could happen tomorrow!"

Jenn looked at him skeptically. "Why would something happen on our eleventh birthday?" She asked.

"I don't know, it just seems like an important number," he replied. As they finally reached their house, Daeos opened the door, back into a sulking type of state.

Jenn did not like this depressive feeling that has overcome Daeos. Usually her twin brother was very alive and eccentric. His ambition and eccentricity though, while uplifting, caused others to think of him as weird, leaving him with no friends. She doesn't share that quality. But it still lightened her day somewhat whenever she spent time with him, so this darker state he's fallen into just didn't feel like Daeos at all.

After entering the house, Daeos set down his backpack and quickly walked up to his room, shutting the door behind him. Once he landed on his bed thoughts began to course throughout his mind. My dreams always taunt me, he thought, so different, so exciting, so...magical, for a word. My life is just boring. And secondary school will be starting in September, which means some people will be going to boarding schools and such. He sat up on his bead and stared at the floor. Jenn and all her friends are geniuses, certain schools will grovel over them. But I'm probably going to be stuck in the same rut I'm always in.

Unfortunately for Daeos, his eleventh birthday was just as normal as every other one. Once the two weeks of school have passed though, his depression began to wane. At the start of July, his thoughts about how his life won't be changing haunted his mind once again. He didn't allow them to take over his personality this time around, but they still constantly bothered him, until one day in the middle of July.

Daeos was walking down his street, after spending the last half-hour or so traveling the surrounding neighborhoods. He really had no other choice; his mother is working, and Jenn and Kyle were hanging out with their friends, a privilege that Daeos did not have. This left the house alone to himself for a while, and he felt that it was too nice of a day to spend indoors. After walking around for fifteen minutes he severely regretted this; though it didn't seem that hot out at first, the heat began to build up. When he opened the door to his house, he took the deep silence as proof that he still was the only one home. Sighing, he picked up the mail (which was obviously delivered when he was gone) from beneath the mail slot and began to sort through it, barely paying attention to what was in it.

The second to last letter did manage to pull his attention to what he was shifting through. Daeos stared at the front of the letter's parchment, where his name and address was written in emerald ink. Questions pulsed through his head wondering who this could be from. He never received mail, whatever came was usually from one of Jenn's friends who were vacationing somewhere or for his mother. Taking his eyes away from it, he noticed that the letter behind it was address to Jenn, and looked just like his. Curiosity coursing through his body, Daeos threw the other mail on the table, Jenn's letter gliding to a separate end, and flipped his letter over to see a seal containing a lion, snake, eagle, and badger all grouped around a letter H. "A seal...this must be a school. I'm surprised I'd even be considered to go anywhere," he said to himself, as he began to open the back. Throwing the opened parchment on the table, Daeos' amethyst eyes darted across the message on his letter, as he quietly read out-loud, "We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all neccasary books and equipment." When he finished, Daeos laughed a little and threw the letter unceremoniously on the table. It got all my hopes up... he thought. "It seems that joke mail gets more creative every month." he said, slightly disappointed.

"Now, calling it a joke is a little offensive," said an unknown voice from behind him.

Daeos turned around to see a grown man dressed in what looked like purple robes standing in the entrance to the kitchen. The former slightly yelped and pushed his back against the counter behind him, his hand darting back and forth on it. "Who are you and how the hell did you get into my house?" he rudely asked, a knife handle magically gliding across the counter to his palm. Though the knife moved very little, the intruder seemed to have noticed it, as he gripped his right hand inside his robes.

"I'm not going to say that I'm pleased with your tone, but my sudden arrival might be deserving of it," he said professionally. "I am Marcus Bole, a representative of the Ministry of Magic here to talk to you about..." But whatever the man was here to talk about he didn't get the chance to mention, as Daeos threw the weapon at him, causing the stranger to pull out a long piece of wood, which with the slightest movement, sent the knife flying across the room, landing neatly into its original holder.

At this moment, Daeos began to mindlessly stutter, his fingers switching from point at the man, to the stick, then to the knife holder. "Wha...bah...eh...uh...you...the knife...uh..guh..." he blathered uncontrollably.

As the intruder unsheathed his wand back into the folds of his robes, his visage lightened a little as he watched the boy's eyes dart from one point to the other. "You seemed confused," the intruder stated.

Daeos looked incredulously at the man in the doorway. "YOU THINK?!" he yelled, after ten seconds of incomprehensible stuttering. Noticing the hardened stare that appeared in the representative's eyes after he said this, Daeos quickly asked, "So, uh...do you want some tea?"

As Jenn approached the boundaries of her yard, Mrs. Johnson's car pulled into the driveway. She and Kyle stepped out of the vehicle, watching Jenn walk down the sidewalk. "So did anything interesting happen at ?" Mrs. Johnson asked.

Her daughter shrugged her shoulders a little. "It was the same as usual," she answered, "A letter came for today though, she got accepted to a private school down south."

"Well, with your grades you could go to any private school in the country," Mrs. Johnson told her daughter, as the three of them walked up the pathway.

Kyle groaned. "Can you guys not talk about school? It's the holidays!" Kyle pleaded. His sister rolled her eyes at him, but along with her mother, stopped in her tracks to stare at the two people sitting at their table.

"Mom, Jenn, Kyle, this is Marcus. He's a representative from the...something," Daeos informed his family excitedly.

Bole raised his eyebrows at Daeos. "I'd prefer it if you didn't refer to me by my first name," Bole told him strictly.

"And I'd prefer it if people didn't break into my house," Daeos cleverly replied, "so I feel that I have a little bit of the right to refer to you as whatever I want."

Before the representative could counter Daeos' statement, Mrs. Johnson interrupted him. "Well, what are you here for?" she asked cautiously. She was very nervous about a complete stranger being into her house, but didn't want to react too harshly, as it seemed Daeos knew who this was.

"What? Oh, hrrm, yes..." Bole said, getting back to the reason he came here, "I'm Marcus Bole, a representative from the Ministry of Magic who arrived here five minutes ago to talk to your son and daughter." Noticing Mrs. Johnson glance at Kyle, he added, "Not him, Daeos."

He turned his head towards Jenn when she uttered a soft laugh. "Ministry of Magic?"she said jokingly. "I didn't know that some performers could have a whole branch of government."

Bole sighed. "You don't understand. Sit down over there and I'll tell you what I told your brother," he told her, gesturing for her to take a seat next to Daeos.

"You're not going to believe what he has to say," Daoes told his twin as she sat down.

"Anyway," Bole continued, "As you know, you and your brother are both adopted." Jenn nodded as Kyle and their mother both took seats at the table themselves. "But from what your brother told me, you have no knowledge about your birth family, correct?"

"That's right," Jenn answered, as Daeos nodded his head.

"Well, you two have reached a certain age where the Ministry feels that children in your situation should be informed," Bole said professionally, "Your mother...was a witch."

There was a lengthy tenseful pause, until Jenn finally said, "So you cam all this way just to insult our mother?", causing Daeos to slap his hand against his face in exasperation.

"That's...not what he meant, Jenn," Daeos told his sister.

As Jenn started to look confused, Bole decided to be more clear about what he was trying to say. "No, when I say that she was a witch, I mean that Selina Kirande was an actual witch. She could use magic. And you, her only children, can use magic."

Silence greeted these words. It was a few moments before someone finally spoke up. "You're kidding, right?" Jenn asked disbelievingly, "There's no such thing as magic!" Although she tried to sound as if Bole was trying to pull a fast one on her, Daeos couldn't help but notice a slight hint of excitement in her voice.

Hm, she shouldn't be so quick to skepticism, he told himself.

"So you don't believe me?" Bole asked.

"Should I throw something at you again?" Daeos said to Bole in an attempt to help.

"What? No," he said, trying to avoid having another knife thrown at his head. Putting down the cup he finished drinking from, he pulled out his wand, and with one wave, caused the tea in the cups surrounding the table to fly out of their containers and glide above the tabletop. Looking at the stunned faces of Jenn, Kyle, and Mrs. Johnson, and the amazed look that Daeos pulled, he sent the liquid back to the holders they originated from.

"Do it again!" Kyle yelled, completely amazed at the magical feat Bole performed.

The wizard smiled at the child before returning to Daeos and Jenn. "So, now do you believe me?" he asked the girl.

Jenn slowly nodded her head, allowing Bole to continue on. "So, like I said before, you two can use magic. That's why you were sent your letters.."

"Letters?" Jenn asked, coming back into the conversation, "What letters?" Looking at Daeos, she saw him gesture at the parchment with her name labeled on the front. As she read down the letter, her mouth started to slowly open in amazement.

"Yeah, that's pretty much how I feel right now," Daeos told her. "And this guy here was about to tell me what this place is all about before you guys arrived, and I had to go through all of that explanation again."

"Right," Bole said, gaining Daeos and Jenn's attentions. "So like I was saying, you two have been accepted into Hogwarts, one of the finest schools of witchcraft in the world. There, you'll be taught along with many other wizards and witches your age, and...well, that's pretty much to it."

"So what you're saying is, come September we'll be going to a high-rated school to learn magic?" Daeos asked. Bole nodded. Daeos stared at him for a few seconds, then said, "Brilliant! I'll go pack now!"

Daeos ran towards the stairs, but Mrs. Johnson stopped him. "Son, wouldn't it be better to pack near the end of August?"

Daoes looked exhasperatedly at his mother. "Mum, you can't expect me to wait that long! For once, something interesting is happening to me, and you expect me to wait that long for it without doing anything?"

"Your mother's right Daoes," Bole told the boy, "It'd be best to wait until next month. First of all, I have to reply to Hogwarts that you'll be coming in the fall..."

"Woah, woah, woah, wait a minute," Daeos interrupted, "We have to tell them that we're coming just to be accepted, and you're just sitting around chatting it up? Go man, send my acceptance!" Bole glared at him. "...I'll stop now," Daeos said calmly.

"Mr...Bole, was it?" Mrs. Johnson suddenly said, gaining the representative's attention. "I'm not so sure about this...I'm not going to deny that you're magical, but the idea of sending my children to a school I've never even heard of before..."

"Mrs. Johnson," Bole began to reply, "I can understand your position. But if you let me send acceptance letters for your children, I'll show you where to get their supplies, which will aid you with many of your concerns." She still looked nervous, but Bole trying to soothe her worries, "Well, you'll have to trust me on this. Your children have potential that could be wasted if they stay in the Muggle world."

"What's a...'Muggle'?" Jenn asked, after many minutes of pure silence.

"A Muggle is a person without the ability to use magic," he informed her.

"Well..." she continued, looking weary, "what if we choose not to go to this school?"

"Jenn," Daeos began to ask, "you're not possibly thinking of not going, are you?"

Jenn didn't reply to her brother, but began to stare at the table, mind deep in thought.

"...Jenn?"

Ryos- Sorry for the length, but basically this chapter is basically just the introduction for the story. It'll get more interesting later.

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...hopefully.