AN: This is my first published fanfic. I'm feeling pretty confident about it, but always feel free to criticize! Oh, and if you ever wonder what I'm like, just think about Verity's personality. We have a lot in common. And no, I do not own Harry Potter, but I'm okay with that. It is awesome the way it is!!!!!

Veri!ty's Point of View (POV)

To say that I wasn't nervous would be a lie. I had known about magic my whole life, but whomever my wizarding parents might be, I had no idea. They had left me in the foster care of two muggles who were oddly knowledgeable about magic. Even so, they had no way of telling me what my experience at Hogwarts would be like. They were able to tell me something oFf interest, however.

"Verity, I think that it may be time to tell you about your parents. I'm sorry to say that we don't know the identity of your mother, but your father is a different story." My "mother" licked her lips for what little moisture she could bring them. "He was a wizard named Tom Marvolo Riddle. I am aware that this name may not mean much to you, but it would be best if you don't mention it to your classmates."

"Mama, I don't care about this Riddle guy. You and Papa are my parents, even if not by blood. But I won't mention it, alright?" She caught the rhetoricallity of my question, so did not reply.

"I love both of you, and I promise to write often!" I gave each of them a quick hug, and then dashed onto the train. Hogwarts, I thought grimly, Here I come.

Fred's POV

"Mum, don't ruffle my hair, people might see!" I complained, halfheartedly if anything. She wasn't going to let up anytime soon.

"Come on now! I won't be seeing you for months! Does it really matter?"

My twin George snickered. "Judging by his facial expression, it does indeed Mum."

I kicked him in the shin. When Mum gave me a harsh look, I insisted, "It will be helpful! That way people can tell us apart. George has a bruised shin, and I don't."

"Yeah, and Fred will have a black eye, and I won't," George replied, only somewhat jokingly. But, hey, what's a little bit of sibling rivalry between friends?

I glanced up at the clock on the wall. "We had better be going, Mum. And, umm, Ron, be nice to Ginny. Or something like that." Ignoring my mother's eye roll, we hopped aboard the Hogwarts Express.

"We promise to write!" I called.

"Maybe!" Added George.

I finished with a, "Probably not!" And contented with trying to find a compartment.

Verity's POV

Two identical redheads stepped into the compartment. No, my compartment. I spread my legs across my seat, but was unable to do anything for the one across from me.

"Are these seats taken?" Asked one, whom I observed to be slightly limping.

"Yeah. By me, my biting wit, and all of the intelligence that you two obviously lack. Two bodies sharing one brain, and a brain that was diminished to start with at that? Well, at least you're related." I stared at them, hoping that my eyes were shooting daggers.

"Oh yeah, and you're plenty smart. I mean, everyone knows that magic is spelled with a 'K'." The other twin had spoken this time, his voice laced with sarcasm as someone might lace coffee with cyanide. He gestured at my pendant with the word "magick" emblazoned on it.

"This pendant is ancient. People used to spell magic like that. Some still do actually, to discern between magic and muggle tricks. I can see I'm not going to be able to get rid of you two, so I might as well introduce myself properly. The name is Verity Arden-Riddle, my friends call me Ree. Verity to you oafs." Why had I added Riddle to my surname? I was unsure.

"Well enough. I'm Fred," the boy gestured to his brother. "And this is George."

"Liar." To some I may have seemed forward, on the contrary, I was being polite.

"Excuse me?" He asked, somewhat surprised.

"I heard you calling him Fred before you came into the compartment. And, yes, I can tell you two apart. You," I pointed at the one who claimed to be Fred. "You are limping, and he has a small scar on his chin." I smiled with satisfaction as both of their mouths dropped agape.

"Merlin, you're observant. You're right, at any rate. I'm Fred, he's George." The scarred one spoke this time. "So, what house will you be in?"

"Ravenclaw, which is most definitely the top of the line. 'Wit beyond measure is man's greatest treasure.' I guess that makes you two poor as dirt." Fred's eyes flashed, then calmed. It was as though he had temporarily misinterpreted my words. "I suppose you two will be heading for Gryffindor, then? There's no way that you two could be Slytherins. Are you any good at finding things?" Both boys blinked at my question, and I laughed.

George's POV

"We can find things a pretty decent part of the time, yes," I said, having absolutely no clue why this girl had asked anyway.

"I guess you might be Hufflepuffs then. I doubt it though. But why Gryffindor? Did you buy into all that rubbish about bravery?" Verity shook her head. "That certainly wouldn't surprise me."

"You're just downright rude, you know that? If you weren't a girl I'd—"

"You'd what, hit me? Go ahead and try. Come on, I dare you." She stuck her chin out at me defiantly. I hesitated, but Fred didn't. He socked her hard in the arm. Judging by experience, I assumed that it probably hurt quite a bit.

Verity chuckled from devilishly, then shot her arm out and grabbed Fred by the wrist, twisting clockwise hard. She had grabbed in such a way that he would normally be forced to flip over or have his arm broken. Considering our surroundings, the former seemed quite unlikely.

"!!!!" Fred cursed so violently that had our mother heard him, he would be relieved of having a tongue.

With a chuckle, Verity released his arm. "Don't mess with me."

AN: So, how was it? Yes, I did make AVPM (A Very Potter Musical) references, and will continue to do so throughout the story. If people are OOC, tell me, but stick around. Things will speed up after the first few chapters :)