Prologue
Looks can be deceiving, there's no doubt about that, but two souls in the entire universe stand out among the mass of appearances.
One, with purple eyes like amethyst jewels and cropped, jet-black hair at the neck, stands tall and protects her sister. She has a strong mind and a chic-punk style. She is not afraid of life, or whatever comes her way.
Her sister, with icy blue eyes and black shoulder length waves, timidly looks upon the world in front of her; hand in hand with her sibling. Her delicate build, graceful movements, and erect posture are like bamboo in the wind. Her ballerina flair is very opposite to her identical.
These two girls, with the same birthday, height, weight, face features, and complexion throw off people that they are the same. But, they are totally unique, which completes each other. And these twin girls share something alone that puts them aside form the rest of all races of living kind. Their true identity is so hidden and secretive, that to know such a thing requires death. Only they can protect this classified piece of information with their existence, and no one must know but the creator and the Lost Prophecy. No human would ever have a second thought as to what their twisted, dark confidential secret is.
This is their strength.
~ རྭ ~ རྭ ~ རྭ ~ རྭ ~ རྭ ~
"You are ready," a cold voice hissed in the ancient language of parseltounge. A dark looming figure sporting a large emerald snake paced in front of two more slight ones, twin sisters. The two sixteen-year-olds stood side by side, no feature but their shockingly unique eyes differentiated between them, and yet one could tell the differences between these two girls. Both had a sinister dark mark emblazoned on their pale flesh.
"Here is the master plan," the man crooned in barely a whisper, "I have enrolled the two of you in Hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry. There the two of you shall train. Watch our new recruit closely, gather information from our enemies, and when the time comes, you will join forces with me in combat agianst anyone who dare defy me!"
"Yes, father." The two girls chorused together.
Pleased, and beaming with an evil sneer, Lord Voldemort, with Nagini draped over his shoulders, whisked out of the room to leave his daughters to pack.