A/N: 1) Evanessa (Nessie) talks more than she's comfortable with in this chapter but only for her sister, she goes back into the character I created for her soon enough. Also, she's not nearly as bitchy as she sounds at first. Harry, as well, has a slight personality change. He's a tad bit more perceptive of the girls because, as they are his sisters, he's... I don't know... More intuitive I guess? as to how to read their expressions and everything. He's not nearly as dense in this as he is in JKR's books.
2) I'm also creating a rule where, if underage wizards use minor spells in a place full of adult wizards and no muggles, it can go undetected as long as it's a rare occurrence and nothing more than a simple conjuring spell or unlocking spell.
3) There is some swearing in this chapter but only in my OC's inner dialogue.
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"I was told by Dumbledore that my sister and I are to stay with you until school starts and that he would come collect us to get our supplies for the aforementioned location. If we are to be staying here until then, I must get a few things straight. First, my sister is to be called Eleanora and I am to be known as Emmalina. We will be called nothing else, except by each other, unless we give you permission otherwise. Second, she is here because she has an endless curiosity and, at the moment, she has taken quite the fascination with our supposed 'brother'. I am here merely because I won't allow her to be alone, for she is very sick. Thirdly, if any of you, and I mean ANY of you lay a hand on her, even if she wants and asks for it, there will be hell to pay." I finish my speech only to see wide eyes and, seeing this also and expecting conflict, my sister hides behind me more. While talking, I had used my low, smooth-as-silk warning tone that spikes fear through even my sister when it's directed at her. She's yet to master it, although she doesn't try very hard.
A girl, one unlike all the others in appearance, with curly brown hair and eyes to match, stands and approaches us. I push Ella and myself back a step and narrow my eyes at her. She stops and holds her hands up in front of her.
"I'm Hermione Granger," she tells us, "I'm Muggle-born so I know how shocked you must be by all of this but you can trust me when I say that you are perfectly safe here. Harry is your brother so he won't bother you or your sister and the rest of the boys respect him enough that they won't touch the two of you either. I promise." When she finishes, everything is silent for a long moment as I decide how to answer the girl. That is, until my sister suddenly doubles over, sliding to her knees, coughing uncontrollably. In an instant, I've pulled a black cloth out of my pocket and have it pressed over her mouth to catch the blood she coughs up and am on my knees next to her, cradling her against me.
She finally stops and all the remaining strength in her leaves as she leans on me, her eyes closed, shudders passing through her body. I softly hum a childhood song to her and she quickly falls asleep. Once she's out, I carefully tuck the cloth away and pick her up princess style, effortlessly from the many times of having done this before. I look at the woman who brought us in here.
"If I may, I'd like to take her to where she'll be sleeping." I say simply, leaving no room for argument. She looks resistant at first, as though she still wants to ask questions of us, but then seems to think better of it. She just nods and leads me upstairs, with me solely concentrating every ounce of my being on staying calm and not waking the slumbering child, to a room with two beds and two wardrobes in it, the former of which are already made up.
"You'll both be sleeping here," she tells me quietly, "I figured that, since you're twins in a new environment, you'd want to stay together."
"Thank you." I blurt out suddenly, surprising myself. She smiles at me knowingly, though WHAT she knows, I've no idea, and leaves the room, quietly shutting the door behind her. I lay my sister down on the bed and pull the covers out from under her so they cover the sleeping girl. I climb up to lay beside her, on top of the blankets, to wrap my arms around my younger twin's small shoulders. After a couple hours, there's a quiet knock on the door and I answer with an equally quiet "come in." The door opens and my apparent 'older brother' enters the room. I kiss Eleanora's forehead softly before getting up and moving to 'my' bed, I motion to the seat in front of me and he eagerly sits.
"So, I have two sisters." He announces to me happily. I roll my eyes and give him a 'no-freaking-duh,-Sherlock' look. He laughs and says, "Yeah, I guess I sort of deserve that, of course you would already be aware of that." I feel a smile rise up and, before I can control it, I feel it surface, taking over my features. For some reason, I feel a strange... I don't know... Content-ness? Sense of security? around this boy. It's something I've not felt since my step-father-
No. I won't think of that, I refuse. The boy, Harry, the girl had called him, gives me a worried look.
"What's wrong? You went from slightly amused to hurt and scared in less than a second." He questions. I motion for something to write with and he takes out a long, 10 or 11 inch wooden stick. Seriously? Is that a wand? Not only do we have to be God-damn wizards but we have to have freaking WANDS too?! Great. Fan-fucking-tastic.
Anyway, he takes his wand and says something under his breath. After a few seconds, some parchment paper, a quill, and some ink fly under the door. I feel my eyes widen involuntarily and I lean forward a little. I point at his wand and catch his eye. Harry hands me the wand and sets the things he... acquired... in front of me. I take the wand and turn it around in my hands a few times.
He's quiet during my perusal and, after several moments, I hand the wand back to him and reach for the quill and paper. In my looping calligraphy, that I've long since perfected, I write:
I hate talking. I only do it to get my point across in a way that writing won't.
"Why do you hate talking?" He asks me.
That's a long story for another time.
He nods and opens his mouth to say something but then I hear, "Ness?" Immediately, I shoot up from my seat and kneel by my sister's bedside. She smiles at me and turns on her side so she's facing me. I take her hand.
"What happened?" She asks me. I'm quiet, course, but I tilt my head and look at her. Her eyes flicker between mine for a moment. "Another attack?" I nod and reach up with my free hand to tuck her hair behind her ear. "Leibling Schwester." I tell her, barely audible. She smiles and looks at Harry.
"We, my friend, have the best sister in the entire world. Wizard or not." I roll my eyes and Ella sits up, waits a few moments, then stands, with my help of course.
"Maybe you shouldn't be standing up yet..." Harry protests, a worried look on his face.
"I'm fine." She tells him, "This happens all the time and, if it were a bad idea for me to stand, Nessie wouldn't let me do it. She wouldn't even let me sit up. Since, however, she's done neither, I'm fine." Harry hesitates for a moment then replies with a wary 'okay.' That's when my Ella says, "So, are you're gonna tell us all about being a wizard or not?"
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(2 months later, September 1st, 10:52 am.)
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(For the purpose of accuracy, some of the dialogue and descriptions are taken directly from Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince which I, sadly, own nothing of.)
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"So you're telling me that my sister and I are to push fully loaded carts, with living animals, mind you, into a solid wall by running head first into said wall. Right?" My sister asks skeptically.
"Yes. That's exactly what we're telling you." Fred, my sister's favorite of the Weasley Twins, tells her with a perfectly straight face. She looks at me, worried, and I give her a small smile and proceed to push my cart, with my fluffy black cat, Shade, in her cage on top of my trunks, into said solid wall. I close my eyes, expecting impact, but open them again when I don't feel myself get smashed against the wall.
I look around and see, just as Harry said, a large, scarlet steam engine next to a platform absolutely filled with people. Children run around as luggage is stored and students, some already in their uniforms, say goodbye to their parents, holding owls' cages, cats and toads in their hands. Some even have their wands out. I've taken to storing mine in one of my black leather boots that I always wear under my jeans. My sister and I had gone to Diagon Alley the second week after our arrival at The Burrow and had gotten our school supplies and wands (mine a 13" oak with a phoenix feather core and Ella's is an 11 1/2" oak with a unicorn tail hair for a core.) We also had gotten all of our robes and books and each of us got a Firebolt which is the same broomstick that Harry has, and animals, me a fluffy black kitten named Shade and Ella, a pitch black baby owl that named Snowy... Don't ask, I've no idea why she chose that.
"Ness, you okay?" I look up and see my sister, Harry, Hermione, and the Weasley's all looking at me. I must have zoned out... I give a swift nod and my sister is about to speak but she's interrupted by the trains whistle. I'm startled to see, as I look around, that the station is nearly emptied and that almost everyone (who needed to) has boarded the train. We hurry on to the train, my sister and I carrying our respective animals' cages, having refused to part with them. Mrs. Weasley and the Twins help my sister and I load our trunks and then we're off.
Immediately, Fred and George see a friend of theirs and leave us, then Hermione and Ron say the need to leave for Prefect duty. My sister asks what a Prefect is and, after a moment of thought, Hermione answers, "Sort of like a Muggle's Hall Monitor at school." before disappearing, Ron at her side. Ginny, as well, sees a friend and follows suit so it's just Harry, Eleanora, and I. Ella, who adores Harry, despite my obvious dislike of the dim-witted boy. Anyway, said boy leads us through the aisle ways, everyone staring at him as they pass, saying hello to him and otherwise trying to get his attention. He had told us what had happened at the Ministry and who Voldemort is and all that but it is still unnerving to have so many people see us. My sister close to my side and slightly behind me, Shade's cage in my other hand, we finally arrive at a compartment that only has two people in it, a boy and a girl.
We slip in and the girl looks up at me and says, "That's a cute cat. What's her name?" I look at her a moment then nod and my sister answers the girl. "Shade. Sorry, my sister doesn't like talking much. I'm Eleanora and she's Emmalina. We're twins." I roll my eyes and sit, occupying the seat by the window, taking Shade out of her cage and cradling the velvet-soft kitten to my chest, her fur blending with the pitch black hair tumbling over my shoulders and down my back. I tune out the conversation and watch as London passes by us.
I don't know how long it is but soon, Hermione and Ron join us.
"Wish the lunch trolley would hurry up, I'm starving." he states immediately, depositing himself in the seat adjacent to Harry. "Hi, Neville. Hi, Luna. Hi, Twins."
"Hi, Ron!" My sister greets him enthusiastically. I catch his eye and nod my greeting. He scoops my cat out of my arms and Shade purrs as he scratches behind her ears. "Guess what?" He says to Harry, returning his attention to the boy. "Malfoy's not doing his prefect duty. He's just sitting in his compartment with the other Slytherins, we saw him when we passed."
"What did he do when he saw you?" Harry asks him, unfazed.
"The usual." He answers, demonstrating a very rude hand gesture that causes my sister to gasp. "Not like him, though, is it? Well - that is" He repeats said gesture and my sister takes my cat back then hits Ron on the arm before handing Shade back to me. Ron laughs but chooses, wisely, to ignore her "but why isn't he out there bullying first years?"
"Dunno." Harry answers, a thoughtful expression on his face.
"Maybe he preferred the inquisitorial Squad-" Hermione's theory is cut off by my sister's question.
"What's that?" She asks.
"We'll explain later." Hermione tells her before looking at the boys again, "Anyway, maybe he preferred the inquisitorial Squad and maybe he thinks being a prefect seems a bit tame after that."
"I don't think so..." Harry begins, "I think he's-" The door to the compartment slides open and a small girl steps in.
"I'm supposed to deliver these to Neville Longbottom and Harry P-Potter." She tells us, stuttering slightly. Once said recipients have the small scrolls in hand, she darts out once more, sliding the door shut behind her. Harry opens his and takes a moment to read over it. Finally, Ron asks, "What is it?"
"An invitation." Harry answers immediately, as though expecting the question.
"Who's Professor Slughorn?" Neville inquires.
"New teacher. Well, I suppose we'll have to go, won't we?" He answers.
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A/N: I just wanna say that I love you guys (and reviews, I love those too, even the mean ones)...
Second, which of the twins is your favorite? "Nessie"/"Emmalina" or "Ella"/"Eleanora?" Also, for the Weasley Twins, Fred or George?