Prologue

"I now pronounce you husband and wife. I wish you luck in not dying by the hand of Voldemort!" Sirius Black joked as he sat on the floor of the apartment owned by Camila Anderson and Aiden Jacobs, in Croydon, as the two planned their wedding.

Camila flipped her ebony hair back over her shoulder and sighed. "Sirius, please! It's hard enough to plan a wedding in these times, without you making jokes." She sent him a short glare from her currently silver eyes. Being a metamorphmagi, she constantly messed with her appearance, but always found it soothing to come back to her silver eyes.

"But Cami, it's boring just sitting around," Sirius whined with a pout. Camila had to laugh at the sight of a pout on the twenty year old man's face. Sirius pouted farther as she laughed, Aiden joining in when he saw the look as well. "Yeah, laugh it up you two.." he muttered and turned towards the door.

Camila shook her head then looked back down at her check list, and noticed the one thing she didn't have anything planned for. The dress. It wasn't because she didn't know anything about it, no, it was because her sister Anya was the one planning that aspect of the wedding. Anya was a gifted seamstress, and had already been offered a job in a shop on Diagon Alley. Madam Malkins' Robes for all Occasions. Anya had been ecstatic to be offered the job, before she had even graduated this year.

The floo suddenly fired up and James stepped through, Lily and Alice following right after him. "Hey Alice, Lily, James. What's going on?" Camila asked, standing from the small table that housed all the wedding plans. Aiden turned to the new arrivals and watched. Alice and Lily looked to be in tears, and James had a sorrowful look on his face. That was never a good sign, with having known the man to be always smiling.

"Cami.." Lily whispered, and Camila looked at her. She pulled a dress bag from her beaded satchel and sat it on the couch. Camila stared at it for a few minutes, before noticing the Madam Malkin's embroidery on it. Camila looked back at Lily and Alice to see their tears flowing a little harder.

"Lily, Alice, what's going on here?" Camila asked flat, her voice draining of its usual kind tone. James stepped towards her and he straightened his shoulders.

"Camila, its Anya.." James said with in a low voice. Aiden instantly went to his fiance's side, knowing what was coming next. Sirius was not far behind joining the group, in time for James to finally say the bad news. "They found her in the back room... she.. she was already.." Camila covered her ears, her eyes filling with tears, she collapsed against Aiden and he just held her close, stroking her hair.

"No.. no! She can't be.. not Annie... please..." Camila whimpered. Every person there stayed silent. Camila cried into Aiden's chest, as the others in the room looked on.

As the days rolled by, It didn't get any easier to think about Anya, or the fact they would never see her again. But things had to move along, before anyone knew, it was the day of Aiden and Camila's wedding. No one was in the mood to party, every time they turned around, it was like another friend, a class mate, a family member was being abducted, or killed on sight. Camila was sitting on a bench, Lily brushing out her hair, and Alice applying a small amount of make up. "Why am I going through with this.." Camila whispered softly. Lily smiled softly and hugged her friend.

"Because you know Anya would have wanted you to," Lily whispered. Camila smiled then nodded. She knew Lily was right, she would never admit it, but Lily was always right about these things. Anya would have wanted Camila to go through with it, and marry Aiden, even if she had thought he was a prat when they were growing up. Camila looked up at Alice and all three seemed to remember the same memory of Anya meeting Aiden on her first day, and they remembered the meeting ending with Aiden being rushed to the hospital win with boils sprouting on his face.

The door opened slightly, and Sirius poked his head in. "I know you didn't want it.. but.. I brought you something," He said and entered the room, carrying over a small box. Camila blinked and then realized what the box held. She stared at Sirius then teared up as he opened it, revealing the silver choker she had given Anya for her 17th birthday.

"Oh Sirius.." She whispered. Sirius took it out of the box and fastened it to her neck. "Thank you.." She whispered softly.

"I knew you'd want to wear it after all," He said with a wide grin. He slipped from the room and back to the living room of the apartment, where they were holding the smaller then planned wedding.

"You ready?" Lily asked softly. Camila nodded and stood up, pulling the cloak off as she exited her and Aiden's room, and followed Alice and Lily to the wedding, to the newest chapter in her life, to the new painting in her gallery.

Aiden and Camila sat together on the edge of their bed, looking into the cradle beside it, at the twin girls, their short tuffs of hair changing colors every few minutes, them being in a deep sleep. It had been a little over seven weeks since their birth, and Camila still couldn't believe these two girls were her own. Four days ago, Lily had given birth to her boucey baby boy, that her and James had named Harry. And Alice had given birth to her own son, that Frank had insisted on naming Neville.

"Camila?" Aiden whispered, turning to look at his wife. She looked back at him with her head tilted. "Thank you for bringing these girls into our lives.." He said softly, and pecked her lips. Camila felt on cloud nine.

Camila wouldn't leave her bed. Aiden didn't know what to say or do to make her feel better. How could he? She had just been told her best-friend, Lily, had been killed, added to the news a few weeks ago, about her other best-friend Alice, being tortured to the point that she and her husband lost their minds. The only good news, had been that both of their sons were safe.

Aiden looked over to the nursery room, then back at Camila. It wasn't a nice plan, but Camila hadn't moved since the news had been told to her by Albus. Aiden stalked into the nursery, and he pulled out his wand, conjuring a small illusion of a monster. The twin girls burst out crying. Aiden hid quickly, as Camila ran in, panic in her eyes. She picked up one of the twins, whose hair at that point was a bright fire red.

"Shh.. shhh baby mama's here, nothings going to hurt my sweet girls.." She whispered. When that twin was calmed down, and her hair shifted back to the light blue of peaceful slumber, she picked up the other twin. That twin's hair was on end, and a variant of vibrant gold and black. Camila repeated her shushing.

Aiden watched from his hiding spot, a soft smile laced across his face.

Aiden twitched and watched his now three year old daughters playing on the floor with stuffed bunnies. Suddenly their fun turned sour when one twin took the other's bunny. "Juliet, give Kryssie back her bunny," Aiden said soft as possible. Juliet pouted but passed the blue bunny back to Kryssie. Aiden sighed. Things were so trivial with those children.

The floo flared in the next room, and Aiden went over to answer the call.

Kryssie hugged her bunny, and then scrunched up her face, trying to mimic the color. She managed a matching shade of blue in her hair, and the squealed in delight. Juliet pouted and tried to do the same, to match her bunny. She squealed as she turned her hair a fiery red.

Aiden came back with a shadowed face. He pecked the girls on the head, and left the house without a word. The girls watched him leave. "Papa?" They said together. Kryssie looked at Juliet, who looked back at her. They didn't know what was going on, but they got up and waddled to their parents room and jumped on Camila. "Mama! Mama wakey!" They yelled together. Camila opened an eye and looked at them.

"What is it you two?" She asked.

Kryssie spoke first. "Why papa go out?" she asked. Camila stared.

"Your father left?" She asked. The twins nodded, then Camila jumped up and went to look around the area. She walked back into the living room to see the twins with identical pouting faces, and watery eyes. "I-I'm sure he'll be back before bedtime baby girls," She said, more to reassure herself then the twins. But two weeks went by, and there was no sign of him. No letters, no floo calls, and no word from the Ministry. Camila tried her hardest to be strong for the girls.

As the weeks turned to months, and the months turned to years, Camila poured her heart deeper and deeper into her art. After moving back to London, she bought a house owned by wizards, and ended up painted the girls rooms to match them as they grew.

Kryssie's room was a melody of purples, and had music notes, stars, and Celtic signs covering every inch of the walls, besides the corner where her bed was. In that corner instead was a silvery ocean of waves. Juliet's room was a vision of reds, it had all the magical creatures featured front and center. But around her bed was the same ocean of silvery waves.

Now at 11, the girls sat holding the one thing that had waited for the past seven years.

"Mama! Look!" The twins called from the table. They held out the identical envelopes and their mother smiled widely. They opened them.

HOGWARTS SCHOOL of WITCHCRAFT and WIZARDRY

Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore

(Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc., Chf. Warlock,

Supreme Mugwump, International Confed. of Wizards)

Dear Ms. Jacobs,

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 necessary books and equipment.

Term begins on September 1. We await your owl by no later than July 31.

Yours sincerely,

Minerva McGonagall

Deputy Headmistress