Chapter 1
Choosing
I jumped onto my twin's bed, exclaiming, "Rebecca, wake up!"
"Meh," she muttered into her pillow, as she pulled on of the sheets over her head. "Shut up, already!"
"First of all, I don't want to! And second, today's the day!" I reminded her happily, as I got to my feet, and started jumping. "So wake up, we gotta go!"
She cussed into the pillow, most likely remembering what day it was. Rebecca quickly sat up, and rubbed her green eyes. "Okay, let's go!"
I started laughing, as I jumped for a final time, and landed in front of her in a sitting position. "There's no rush, it's just that Mom want's us to both to take showers, and you have to first because you take the longest!"
Rebecca rolled her eyes, and fell back onto the pillow. "Angela, what time is it?"
I looked over at the clock on our nightstand before I told her, "Barely six o'clock."
She sighed, before she attempted to pull the covers over her eyes. "Go away!"
"Never!" I shouted, before I tackled her. I pulled the sheet away from her, and pinned her down. "Now, Becca, you're going to go take a shower one way or the other. Now don't make me undress you, and hold you down as I hold the hose to you!"
She glared at me. "You wouldn't dare."
I held up my chin with pride. "I've done it before!"
Rebecca gave a final struggle, before she sighed in defeat. "Fine, just get off of me!"
"Okay!" I smirked, as I jumped to my feet, and made sure she got up. I nodded in approval, before I hoped onto the floor.
After Becca and I showered, dressed, and made sure we had everything, we followed our parents back into the car.
"Got everything?" Mom asked, and we nodded in unison. "Yep!" I told her, popping the p.
"Where's the owl?" Dad asked, glancing at the tabby tomcat in Rebecca's lap. I frowned. "Rebecca, why did you tell him we had everything?"
"Just go get it," he instructed, shaking his head.
After I got the little burrowing owl of mine, Natalie, we were off, to the train station.
"Okay, here you two go through the wall," Dad informed us, as he pointed at the column. He got two disbelieving looks, one from Rebecca, one from me.
"Where are we supposed to be going?" Rebecca inquired, as she leaned on her cart.
"Platform nine and three quarters," Mom told us, as she handed each of us our tickets. We looked them over, only to see that it really did say 9 ¾.
"Well, I'll try!" I stated, before I ran forward with out hesitation. As I did so, Natalie gave me a look with her yellow eyes that could only translate into one thing: you're freaking insane!
"Yeah, yeah, I know," I muttered under my breath, before I collided with the column…At least I was supposed to, but instead, I just went right through it. I stumbled a bit, before I stepped aside so that when Becca came through, she wouldn't ram into me. (I'm sure she'll make it look like an accident, but still.)
"See, Nate, I told you I could do this!" I informed the bird proudly. Natalie just fluffed her feathers. A moment after she did so, Rebecca came through.
"See, Dad can be right sometimes," I told her with a smirk. She just rolled her eyes. I grinned, as I attempted to ruffle her hair, but she swatted my hand away. "Ang, no!"
I pouted, but was interrupted when a young teenager, about our age, fell to his knees next to me. He was a rather tall, had blondish brown hair, and was kind of plump. I was a little confused when he picked up a toad, and started scolding it.
"Trevor! Why do you keep hopping off like that?" he asked, although I was certain that he wasn't going to get a response from it, even if this was the wizarding world.
He seemed finally notice I was there, and looked up at me apologetically. "S-sorry. Trevor, my toad, h-he's always getting away from me!"
I just smiled at him. Truthfully, he was kind of cute. "It's okay."
He got to his feet, and stuffed Trevor in his pockets. "Hi," he muttered.
I grabbed his hand even though he didn't present it, and shook it. "Ello! I'm Angela, and this is my twin, Rebecca!" I gestured my head towards her. "We're going to Hogwarts, how about you?"
He stared at our hands in shock for a few seconds, before he looked up to my face. "Yeah, so am I."
"Fantastic! How old are you?" I questioned, as I purposely continued to violently shake his hand.
"Sixteen."
"So am I! What year is this for you?"
"Fifth, you?"
"First because our parents wanted us to live a normal life, but our magic came, so we have to get trained!" I told him happily, before released his hand. I placed a hand on Natalie's cage, and smiled. "This is my owl, Natalie. Don't worry, she wouldn't eat your toad unless you ask her to! And this is Becca's pussy. She calls it Tiger!"
At that comment, she smacked me, but it was worth the honest smile on Neville's face.
"Hey," Rebecca greeted, as she held out her hand, all the while still playfully glaring at me. Neville hesitated, before he shook her hand, obviously seeing the fierceness behind her emerald eyes.
You see, Rebecca is really beautiful, if not gorgeous. With her naturally black hair, round emerald eyes, developed chest area, and her figure, people expected her to be very gentle, and easy to take advantage of. Then all of these thoughts typically vanish when they see her glare. The fierceness in her eyes shows how she will never be easy to take advantage of. Also, it showed a cruel intelligence; she was witty, but in the scary, need to hide under your blankie way.
"Oh, hi Neville," a soft, feminine voice greeted behind me. We all turned around to see a girl around our age standing behind Rebecca. She had long, wavy, dirty blond hair, blue eyes, and a strangely surprised look on her face. Truthfully, she was actually rather pretty.
"Hi, Luna." Neville smiled. I spun around, and held out my hand, since she didn't seem like she was as shy as Neville. "Ello! I'm Angela!"
"I'm Luna Lovegood," she told me, still sounding kind of out of it, and with the same surprised expression. It was then that I realized that this was just her.
"I'm Rebecca," my twin told her, although she didn't offer the girl her hand. Luna didn't seem to take much notice of that, or she just didn't care.
"Um, maybe we should get onto the train before we're late," Rebecca noted, as she glanced back at the train. I nodded, and the four of us rushed over so that we wouldn't miss our only ride to Hogwarts.
Neville, Luna, Rebecca, and I sat in a compartment together, and although Neville didn't seem really comfortable, he was polite enough not to rudely leave. After a few minutes of silence, I turned to Neville, who was sitting next to me, and asked, "What's wrong? Not used to being locked in a room full of pretty girls?"
"Yes," he muttered before he flushed. Rebecca raised an eyebrow. "Excuse me?"
"I-I didn't mean to say that out loud!" he informed us, as he made a new shade of red.
"We can tell," I told him with a smirk.
The next few minutes were filled with Neville being silent, and Rebecca and I chatting with Luna. Wow, this girl was mad! Truthfully, I kind of liked it. It made me seem more, well, sane! Also, she gave a lot of good energy, so she was fun to talk to.
Suddenly, someone opened the door, and a boy our age peeked his head in. He head slicked back, light blond hair, blue eyes, and pale skin. He had cute/hot facial features, and a green and black cloak on.
"Hello, Loony," he sneered, looking at Luna. She just stared up at him blankly. "Hello."
"Malfoy," Neville muttered under his breath as if that was the lowest insult he could come up with.
"Longbottom," the blond boy nodded at Neville, then turned his attention to Rebecca and I. "Hello, girls."
"Rebecca," my twin told him, holding out her hand.
"Draco," he told her coolly, shaking her hand. He then held his hand out towards me. "What's your name?"
I smiled up at him politely. "I'm Angela, Rebecca's twin."
"Ah, that explains the looks," he noted, looking from Becca to me.
"What do you want, Malfoy?" Neville asked quite bluntly.
"I thought since you two were in here that little Potter would be, too. But apparently not…" his gaze went back to Rebecca and I. "How would you like to ride with better class, hmm?"
I decided to play along, and give him a confused look. "Okay. Who would you suggest?"
"Crabbe, Goyle, and I," Draco informed us, pointing to two males behind him, both of which were buff, but also overweight. Also, neither of them seemed too bright.
"Umm…no on the minions," Rebecca shook her head, also looking over Draco's shoulder. Neville tried to hide a small smile.
"What about me then?" Draco asked, smiling down at her.
"I'll go if Angel comes," she informed him, turning her attention. He also looked at me. "Well, how about it, Angel?"
"I'll go if Neville comes!" I smirked, and looked at the boy sitting next to me. Neville turned to face me, and looked from me, to Draco.
"Well, what's the answer, Longbottom?" Malfoy questioned with another sneer.
Neville glanced at me for a final time, then looked up at Draco. "Yes."
The surprised look on everyone's face was priceless. Even Luna seemed more shocked than usual.
Rebecca's POV
Angela had sure outdone herself this time.
The four of us-Draco, Neville, Angela, and I-sat in a compartment, with Draco and Neville occasionally shooting each other glares. Angela's blue eyed-gaze was directed out the window, while mine was at the boys. It was obvious they hated each other; I could tell once Draco poked his head in. But Angela had to luck them up together.
"So, who's Potter?" Angela asked, breaking through the silence. Draco and Neville looked at her as if she was the dumbest person in the world.
"Harry Potter," Draco told her, being careful to pronounce his name slowly as if he was talking to a dunce. I hated when people did that, so, in her defense, I asked, "Yeah, who is he?"
"Harry is a student our age, in Gryffindor, who survived a curse from He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named," Neville informed us, hissing out the last part.
"O-kay…Who's He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named?" Angel and I asked in union.
Now Draco looked as if someone slapped him. "You don't know who Voldemort is?"
"I don't know him, either," Angela confessed.
"Were you raised by muggles or something?" Draco asked harshly. I held my chin up. "No, we weren't. But we were raised around muggles. Our parents wanted us to live a normal life, so we wouldn't have to go through trouble if we didn't end up with magic!"
"Still, you would think your mum would tell you who Harry Potter or Voldemort was!" Draco sighed in annoyance, before he explained, "Voldemort is the most powerful wizard. He died once, but he came back to life. He's the leader of the Death Eaters. All of which are trying to kill Harry Potter because he defeated Voldemort."
"Well, that's lovely," I muttered under my breath.
"That's one way to put it," Ang noted, as she turned to Neville. "So, what house are you in?"
"Gryffindor," he muttered, and she switched her attention to Draco. "Your's?"
"Slytherin," Malfoy told us proudly.
Now, our parents did tell us what each house was like, so Angela and I just exchanged looks, and knew that Slytherin was absolutely perfect for Draco.
"Mum says that we'll probably be in Ravenclaw," I informed the boys.
"Why?" Draco inquired, and Angela pointed to her head. "Because we're smart!"
"Are you our kind?" Draco asked, looking at me now.
"That depends on what your kind is," I told him casually.
"He's asking if you're a pure blood or not," Neville told me.
"Oh, yes, we are." Angela nodded with a smile, and I asked, "Why do you want to know?"
"Slytherin likes pure bloods," he said as if this was common knowledge. Now that I think about it, it probably was.
"So, Neville, what's your prospective on Harry Potter?" Angela inquired, as she turned her ever-changing attention to the boy with the toad.
Angela's POV
Truthfully, we spent the rest of the train ride quizzing the boys. By the time we got to the school, (past the river and everything,) I came to realize that Neville was actually kind of close to Harry, whilst Draco wanted to kill him. (But wasn't allowed to for some reason.) Also, Neville was a day older than this Harry boy, and Becca and I convinced him to introduced us to his other friends. Luna was in Ravenclaw, (that surprised me, but I guess I didn't really seem like the smartest girl, either,) and she was a year younger than us. Crabbe and Goyle weren't really the guys' first names, (thank goodness; for a while, I thought their parents hated them or something,) and the Weasleys were pure bloods, although they were "blood traitors" because they hug out with "mud-bloods," one of them being a girl named Hermione, who was close friends with Harry.
Sadly, since it was our first time here, Rebecca and I were herded in with the first years. One of the female teachers, who was called McGonagall, told us that we would be learning what students our age were learning but we had to be put with the first years for now for us to get a house.
We were crowded into a room, where Neville and Draco went to separate tables, (and looking far too glad about it too,) and my twin and I were pushed to the front.
After many other names, McGonagall finally called, "Angela Henderson?"
I swallowed, before I got onto the stage. I sat down on the stool, feeling very fooling because it was a little too short for me. McGonagall placed the hat on my head, and I closed my eyes waiting for an answer.
"Gryffindor!" the hat announced. I smiled, as McGonagall took the hat back, and quickly scurried over to where Neville was patting a small spot between him and two tall, ginger haired boys that were most likely a little older than me, and twins.
The one closest to me patted on me on the back, and everyone around me welcomed me. Through the welcome, I heard Neville tell me that my sister was next.
I looked up as my twin walked coolly onto the stage. She was always better with crowds than I was…
As the hat fell on her head, everyone went silent. After a minute or two of it grumbling, it exclaimed, "Slytherin!"
I clapped absently for a few seconds, then realized I was the only one. It was then that what the hat said came to me. Slytherin, not Gryffindor, or Ravenclaw.
What?
"Hey, isn't that your twin?" Neville asked, sounding surprised. I simply nodded. "Yeah, she is."
Well, that sucks!
I turned to see Rebecca sit down gracefully next to Draco, who was clapping with the rest of their house.
As we all filed into the common room, Neville decided that it was time I met the other Gryffindors. Hermione was the girl with fluffy, curly golden brown hair, brown eyes, and was about my height. Ron was a red headed boy who was the younger brother of the twin gingers, who's names were Fred and George. (They originally told me Gred and Forge.) Harry Potter ended up being the young boy with glasses, green eyes, and dark brown, almost black hair.
"So, your twin sister was the one that went to Slytherin?" Fred asked, as he sat down on the coach next to George. At least I thought it was Fred…well, until further notice, this one will be Fred.
I nodded sleepily. Most of the other students were worn out by the train ride here, so they were trudging up into their bedrooms. After all of the yawning that was done in the room, I was starting to get tired myself.
"Why? Do you think she belongs there?" one of the other students questioned, and I shook my head. "No. She's nice, impish, and doesn't care whether or not someone is a pureblood!"
"Well, I don't know what to say expect that Neville is about to pass out," George noted, looking at the boy sitting next to me. I looked in time to see him pass out, with his head falling on my shoulder. Trevor jumped out of his pocket, but with a stern look from Natalie, he hoped into Neville's half-off shoe.
"Well…this is an…interesting first day," I muttered, looking from the twins in front of me, to the teenager asleep on my shoulder, to the toad in said teenager's shoe.
Fred and George nodded in unison. "Yep, sure it."
I pushed Neville's head off of my shoulder, and somehow managed to get past the stairs, into a bed before I past out.
That night, I dreamt of Rebecca ruling over a small army of field mice.