Chapter 1: Meetings

The skies were a dreary grey as the heavens opened up and let loose a torrent of raindrops that bounced off the pavements like rockets.

A woman in a grey buttoned up wool coat and a navy pencil skirt with neat pinned black hair and two young girls dressed in plain brown dresses.

Shelby Grace rushed with her black umbrella and two seven year old little girls up towards an old building the housed the orphans of London.

"Come along girls,"

The two girls looked at each other and then towards the woman.

If they had their choice this woman would not be anywhere near them.

They both looked alike with sleek white hair with one single streak of black in their fringe. They were the same height and had slightly tanned skin. The only thing that set them apart was one had purple eyes and the other had yellow-orange eyes.

Their names were Amethyst and Rubicelle NaStasia.

Currently this orphanage was the fifth one they'd been bounced to, the previous orphanages around the UK had rejected the twins after one too many unexplainable circumstances happened.

This was their last chance at staying together.

They'd had a taste of being apart for six months and they hadn't liked it so they were determined to make this orphanage the one they'd stay at.

Both were witches and both had different talents.

Amethyst could control the density of her body and was telepathic, where she could both project and receive thoughts, and telekinetic.

Rubicelle could see the future, was empathic, where she could project and receive emotions, and could turn herself invisible.

Their gifts were what lead them to the trouble that lead to their rejection in the other orphanages. That and the girls had no time for children and staff that abused those who wouldn't and couldn't fight back.

They were lead, by the hand, through the door of the intimidating building and they instantly got the feeling of dislike.

It seemed colourless to the girls.

A boy, no older than themselves, was scrubbing the entrance floor with a toothbrush.

"He's mad," Rubicelle whispered to her sister.

Rubicelle was the more quieter of the two, she was shy around new people and was more of a book worm than her sister.

"I would be too, he's using a toothbrush," Amethyst muttered deciding she didn't like the orphanage at all.

"Ah we've been expecting you,"

The girls quickly looked around to see a stern looking woman looking from Shelby Grace to them.

The woman wasn't tall but she wasn't short either. She had some weight on her but she wasn't fat either. Her brown hair had strands of grey and she had wireframe square glasses perched on her nose. The word to describe her was average.

There was nothing eye-catching about this woman.

"You will find that funny business does not go unpunished here girls," the woman said. "I am Mrs Cole and you will address me as so or Ma'am,"

The office they were lead into had a distinct smell of sherry and the girls screwed up their noses.

They didn't like alcohol, it messed with their gifts.

"I'm under the impression their parents are deceased,"

"Their parents are indeed deceased, they were caught in a house fire when the girls were two, their bodies were never found but there was no means to escape so it is assumed that they were cremated with a lot of the stuff in the house,"

"And they've been in five orphanages and a foster home each since?"

Shelby Grace nodded.

"That is correct,"

"Lets make this their last then," Mrs Cole said looking at the girls coldly with warning.

They were shown to their room and they were happy that they wouldn't be sharing with other girls.

It was two to a room.

"I don't like it here," Rubicelle muttered unpacking as instructed.

Amethyst flopped onto her bed near the window.

"Me neither sis but we don't have a choice if we want to stay together this time,"

The room was dull like the rest of the orphanage.

It had plain grey walls and two single beds one by the window and the other by the wardrobe that the two would share.

"I wonder what that boy did to need to wash the floors with a toothbrush," Amethyst said idly screwing up her nose with distaste.

"You mean you didn't find out?"

"I like to give people privacy, Celle," Amethyst chuckled.

Rubicelle smiled and shook her head.

Amethyst's gift allowed her sister to find out everything about everyone.


At five the two stood up and with their hands clasped made their way down to dinner where they were presented with their uniforms.

The other children gave them a wide berth but Amethyst lead them over to the boy they had seen scrubbing the floor with a toothbrush earlier.

He had neat black hair with a pale complexion and cold blue eyes.

"Can I help you?" he asked with slight anger.

He obviously didn't have company very often.

Rubicelle cringed at his tone but Amethyst didn't bat a lid she just stirred the slop that had been placed in front of them that was supposed to be beef stew.

"I'm Rubicelle, this is Amethyst. We're new here," Rubicelle introduced slightly timid.

"I know that, I'm not stupid," the boy snapped.

Amethyst placed her fork down and stared at the boy. "She only tried to start a conversation,"

"I don't care, go away,"

Amethyst shook her head. "No, what's your name?"

"Tom Riddle, now go away before I make you," he snapped.

Amethyst laughed.

"And how do you plan to make us go away,"

Tom stared into her purple eyes and she felt a force trying to take over.

She raised her eyebrow and batted the force away.

The boy looked noticeably shaken.

"How did you-"

"We're special too," Amethyst said sticking her nose in the air. "But of course you don't care. Guess you don't want help to make it better,"

Rubicelle chuckled.

Her sister was amazing at manipulating people into doing what she wanted.

Sure enough Tom perked up. "Make it better?"

"You're a wizard," Rubicelle whispered. "You have magic, like us, and if you can get control of it you'll be able to do all sorts -"

"But we're not going to help you until you tell us what you did to get punished earlier," Amethyst said cutting in.

"They think I killed Jonny's rabbit and hung it from the chandelier," Tom said instantly.

Amethyst got a flash of the event from the boy's mind.

"That's because you did," Amethyst said looking at the boy carefully. "Because the boy teased you about your shorts,"

Tom looked at her suspiciously. "How did you know that?"

"I'm a mind reader," Amethyst shrugged. "You told me,"

"She won't tell anyone," Rubicelle said speaking up. "You don't need to worry,"

"Why should I trust you?" Tom demanded.

"You don't have to," Amethyst said with a casual shrug.

"But what do you have to loose?" Rubicelle added inclining her head.

"Nothing that's what," Amethyst continued.

"But you have lots to gain," Rubicelle finished.

The twins then stood as one knowing the boy would make his own mind up.

They dumped their uneaten food in the trash and washed their plates up before making their way out.


Tom watched the twins for the next few days.

Now and again he'd catch one of them floating something or exploding something.

When they were angry things went haywire just as they did when he was angry and he was shocked at how able they seemed to be with their magic.

He was still observing when the twins got their first punishment for not completing their chores.

"What is this?" Mrs Cole demanded dragging Rubicelle by her plait.

"A dry plant, Ma'am," Rubicelle said emotionlessly.

Tom was surprised at how much attitude the quietest twin seemed to have at that moment.

Mrs Cole hit the girl on the hand with the ruler before spinning her around to face her.

"We have no place for attitude here missy, now you will stand here with your arms out holding these until I come and collect you," the strict woman said placing two large volumes into the girl's hands and forcing her arms up and out.

As soon as the woman disappeared Amethyst appeared and took her twin's place.

The volumes rose on their own and all Amethyst had to do was stand their with her arms out.

"That's cheating," he said finally speaking up.

Rubicelle smiled at him.

"You won't tell though," she said with confidence.

"How do you know?" he asked.

"Because you want us to help you," Amethyst said her purple eyes glittering with humour.

Tom knew he had nothing to loose by accepting these two girls.

He nodded showing them they were right.

Rubicelle hugged him and giggled. "I've seen the future Tom, we're going to be good friends, the best of, you're my new brother,"

Tom found he couldn't tell her he thought any differently.

The girl let off an air of confidence and all knowing that he couldn't question.

"You'll get used to it, it'll get annoying soon rather than awing," Amethyst said with a huff.

Rubicelle stuck her tongue out at her sister.


Over the next few weeks Tom found he actually enjoyed having someone to talk to and play with and he was glad he had decided to be their friends.


Albus Dumbledore arrived at the orphanage four years later to find three very capable and very secretive underage witches and wizard ready to go off to Hogwarts.


AN: So what do you guys think? :)