James Potter had black, shaggy hair that fell into his emerald green eyes through his round glasses and covered his lightning shaped scar from view. He had a twin sister. Not many knew this about him as his parents Charlus and Dorea Potter preferred to keep her hidden. She was called Hermione, she had long black hair that fell in large ringlets by her waist and eyes as eyes as dark as the nights sky. She was a pretty girl with long lashes, high cheek bones and pink pouted lips, a common pure-blood princess. They lived in a manor that was settled in the middle of a beautiful, green forest surrounded by wildlife. Charlus and Dorea were godly parents compared to others in the pure-blooded society, they spent time with their twins and always made sure they had fun when they were home. They had their reasons for keeping their only daughter away from the public, she was a sire. Rare and mystical creatures were sirens. At fourteen Hermione will begin to transform and her beauty will astound anyone who crosses her path, everybody she meets. They are said to have control over the Earths elements (Fire, Water, Air, Thunder and Earth.) Hermione and James were still to know about this and continued there carefree and happy lives as extraordinary eleven year old children.
"Jamie?"
"Yeah."
"I'm scared... About going to Hogwarts. What if nobody wants to be my friend!? What if you leave me for you girlfriend or friends. Ill be all alone."
"Hermione. I love you. We will get through this together and I will NEVER abandon you ever. Come to my room."
Mind talk. In the magical world twins have bonds. They can feel each others emotion, pain and communicate through their thoughts. James didn't get a reply in his head filled of nothing but Quidditch, but he heard a pair of bare feet padding along the corridor and stopping for a second at his plain white door. His room was filled with Quidditch posters and signed Quidditch jerseys from his all-time favourite team The Chudley Cannons. Hermione looked around a little before giggling at the sight of James' messy room. She sat on his king sized bed and hugged him tightly as she looked far off in her head. "James." She took his silence as a que to go on speaking. "please will you speak to me. About anything! Just to get my mind of tomorrow." She looked a little frightened at the prospect of leaving the manor. She hadn't in a long, long time, well that's what there parents thought, she regularly snook out to see the world for herself and get over her fears. "Okay." Said James shifting his weight on the bed. "Has your favourite Quidditch team changed?" His eyes danced as he said this. "For goodness sake Jamie! No it hasn't changed since yesterday. Its still Puddlemore United... and before you ask YES I still want to be a beater on the Quidditch Interhouse Championship." Her dark eyes sparkled with laughter and glee.
James and Hermione spoke thru the night, ridding themselves of their paranoia's and fears of the next day. Hermione fell asleep in James' room and was awoken by their mothers call.
"Hermione! Up Up Up Get up! You're going to Hogwarts!" Dorea's charming voice carried up the stairs. The twin groaned.
"Coming mother!" Hermione yelled groggily. As she opened her large eyes the blinding light hit her and she tried to burry her head back into the soft pillow. James was already up and dressed and he was walking along the corridor to get up his lazy sister.
"Hermione get up! NOW!" She grunted in response, and piled the blankets on top of herself.
"The trains going to leave without you!" That got her up. She jumped out of the bed, ran to the bathroom and quickly got dressed. After about ten minuets Hermione exited the bathroom dressed in high-waisted blue jeans a white tank top and white ankle sneakers, With her hair down by her waist. James had a pair of trainers on with a black button up shirt and dark blue jeans. He began to laugh at Hermione's panicked expression.
"We were joking Mione-love." James laughed loudly as Hermione tried with all her might not to snigger.
"Oh Jamie..." She said feigning exasperation. James smiled at her and laughed again. "Come on I want to go!" She ran out of the room and down the corridor giggling with James chasing after her.