Hey Guys!
I couldn't get this one out of my head, it follows "Gemini: The Twin" which is currently incomplete...(sorry!)...
It doesn't matter if you haven't read it though, it still kind of clicks...

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Ginnie flicked her fringe out of her eyes and stared straight ahead at the clock.
Three minutes.
Three minutes until complete freedom, forever... She had forgotten all about the worries of last week and the scary dream she had had with-she didn't want to think about it...
Two minutes.
She wondered what her new 'family' would be like. This, what was her name? -Hermione-Had to be better than the girls over here, and all the other foster families she'd had to put up with.
One minute...
Thirty seconds...
Twenty...
Ten...
Five...
Four...
Three...
Two...
One...
DONG
The large bell outside rang loudly. There was the faint calling of her name that sounded off in the distance...
"Ginnie! Ginnie Black, are you listening?"
"No." She sighed, what a dumb name, "Ginnie"; of course, the staff had refused flat to call her Nagini, "Ginnie, is not listening, and never will be." This sort of backchat would have been considered shockingly rude at any other school, but the teachers at St. Mary's were a little more patient. St. Mary's Girls' School was an orphanage school full of, mostly, bullies (other than the all hated nerd, Marie).
Fourteen-year-old, Nagini Zoë Azalea Black had recently received a letter-a letter that shocked every member of the school staff.
Ginnie had to admit that she had been shocked too. Surprisingly, it wasn't the contents of the letter that she was shocked at. It was more detailed than that.

Her bags were packed as she sat on her bed. She took the crumpled letter out of her pocket and read it quietly to herself.

"Dear Nagini,

Thanks to much pleading on your father's part, and particularly because of certain perplexing mysteries going on in these times, you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of witchcraft and wizardry.

We realise you have no home outside your current school. You will be staying with the Grangers, a Muggle family, and their witch daughter, Hermione.

There is no need for a reply. The Grangers will meet you at Kings Cross Station at precisely two o'clock.

We hope you enjoy the remainder of your holidays.

Prof. Minerva McGonagall,
Deputy Headmistress. "

She quickly folded the letter and slipped it into the bag that contained all of her mother's old junk.

"Hey Millie!" she said, as her roommate entered the dorm.

"We'll all miss you, you know."

"I know! Guess I better go, then."

"Bye, miss you!"

"Glad to be leaving," Ginnie muttered to herself as she left the room, heaving a trunk and carrying a large backpack, with the words "Gin 4 Josh, Always" written on it in bubble writing.
She would only be missing three people from here in the East End. Her two best friends, Faith, and Katie, and her boyfriend, Joshua, who she knew had come to say goodbye.

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Hermione Granger said goodbye to Ron and kissed Harry on the cheek-what on earth for? She thought about her amazing year, forgetting the thrill Harry must have had in the Triwizard Tournament. She was thinking about Viktor. She found her parents.
Next to them, standing with one hand on her hip, was a girl Hermione had never seen before. The girl had long black hair that fell far past her waist; a fringe covered one half of her forehead and her eyes, that seemed to have no colour at all, were almost clear. She was wearing a plain white t-shirt that bared her midriff, dark jeans and platform-soled trainers. Other than her eyes, the most interesting point of her appearance was a pendant hanging around her neck on a silver chain. It appeared to be a star inside a circle, glittering with colourful gems, a tiger's eye giving the pentagon of the five-pointed star an amber core.
Hermione shot a questioning look at her parents: as soon as she had started Hogwarts, her parents had promised not to bring in any more homeless children for fostering.
"Hermione, this is Ginnie-" began Mrs Liz Granger.

"Nagini." It was the girl who cut in.

"Yes, well, she'll be staying at our place, just for the holidays."
This irritated Hermione. How was she going to get her homework done with *her* around? As soon as she had started Hogwarts, Hermione's parents had promised not to take in any more foster kids!
"Is she a-?"
"Yes, dear, now come along, get out of this stuffy place and we'll get home!"
Mrs Granger hurried Hermione and Crookshanks out of the station and into the fresh air. After all of her stuff was loaded into the car, Hermione pulled her mother aside and asked for an explanation.
"Hermione, please be patient. Ginnie is an orphan, sort of, anyway, she is starting your school next year and your headmaster asked for her to stay with us over the holidays."
"Fine."
Hermione hopped in the car. She could see Ginnie, or whatever her name was, muttering the words "Muggles and Mudbloods" and sighing. Zoë then turned to face Hermione and said, in an eerie, barely audible whisper, "We're going to have an interesting summer, aren't we?"
It was from that day on, that Hermione could say that she could see something positively *wrong* with that girl.
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It was the sixth week of the holidays. Hermione and Ginnie got along ok, even though Hermione appeared to avoid Ginnie a lot, like she was some sort of creature that needed to be handle with care and avoided at all costs. On the Tuesday, their Hogwarts letters had arrived. Ginnie's was a lot shorter than Hermione's was. This was possibly because Ginnie's didn't have a rather large list of books on it and because hermione had been made a prefect.

There was a question Ginnie desperately wanted to ask Hermione. On the day the girls got their letters, Ginnie found Hermione writing her own letters in her room. She knocked on the door.
"Coming!" Hermione called back.
Ginnie walked in anyway.
"What you doing?"
"Writing."
"To who?"
"My friends."
"Names?"
"Harry, and Ron, and Viktor."
"Wow, and their all just...*friends*?"
"Well..."
"Don't worry, I won't delve into your private life, I just wanted to talk." This was where Ginnie stopped, she couldn't word it, well she could try, but the words wouldn't come out of her mouth. "You know Sirius Black, right? He was in Azkaban, yeah?" A good start, at least, "Did he escape, or was he let out, or, or what?"
"Um, I don't think...er...maybe...Is there something your not telling me, Gin?"
"I have a feeling there's something that *you're* not telling *me*, am I right?"

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