JJ-Jefferu: Here's a much needed update for this story. Sorry for not updating before now I had to rewrite this chapter plus get it proofed and blah blah blah stuff you really could careless about.
Fred: Disclaimer time. JJ-Jefferu does not own Harry Potter, it belongs to J.K. Rowling. She NOW owns copies of the movies, her mom went on a spree when the Deathly Hallows Part I came out. she doesn't even own copies of the movies or books, though she has the seventh book. She does not own the actors who portrayed the characters from the works of Ms. Rowling. She however does own, though is not profiting from, this plotline, Sybil & Rosabelle Johnson, Christina & Charles Johnson, The Academy, and anything you are unfamiliar with. Any references to real people or places is purely an accident or intentional, which ever the case may be, she doe not own those either.
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Chapter 3: Troublesome Start….
First day of term wasn't for another four days, meaning it was Friday, classes were starting Monday. The sun was shining and it was still slightly warm, but I could feel the change in the air. Sybil and I had decided to go exploring the grounds today. It was more for her sake than mine. She needed to be familiar with her surroundings, as I would not always be with her; I believe we will have some different classes this term. It would take a few rounds around the castle for Sybil to be completely comfortable to navigate around the school without guidance. Dumbledore had given us our own room, seeing as we are not Hogwarts students; at least not yet. The room looked just the same as the ones the rest of the students stayed in expect it was a smaller and had two beds instead of five that we had made into bunk beds. Always wanted them, but Chris and Charles thought regular beds were better.
After dressing in a simple pair of black jeans and a purple stripped tank top under a flannel button up shirt, sliding on a pair of black flats and snagging a quick breakfast, we decided to start our journey of learning the grounds. One place, that the both of us agreed, to steer clear of was the Slytherin part of the dungeon. I dreaded Monday; when term was to begin, my very first class would be Potions with Professor Snape. He unsettled me, with the looks he would cast Sybil and I in the Great Hall. It was a cross between loathing and an emotion that was eluding me, even Sybil couldn't describe it to me. It was like he knew us, but it was more likely he knew our parents. I wanted to ask him about it, but the thought scared me. So I was debating asking my uncle about it.
"LUNA," a soft voice called out. Looking for the source of the voice, I stop when my eyes caught sight of a tiny blonde with waist length hair, wearing a pair of orange shorts over leggings and a red long sleeved shirt.
"Are you looking for somebody?" Sybil asks the girl as we reach her. Stopping directly in front of her, she looks at us.
"Yes, but it seems I can't locate her." She starts then looks us over. "You two are the twins from The Academy, right?"
"Yeah, that would be us. I'm Sybil and this is my Rosabelle. Though she will not tell you but she prefers to be called Belle. She hasn't spoken since I lost my sight." Sybil introduces us, to the still unnamed girl. I smile at her and wave. She returns the gesture.
"I'm Carmella. I'm in Ravenclaw." Carmella introduces herself. "I have noticed that the pair of you are mighty chummy with the Weasley twins and their sister. Know them well?" Carmella points out her observation. A lot of people had been asking the same thing. We did seem pretty tight with the twins.
"Not really," Sybil starts. "We just met them at the World Cup right before the start of term. We just clicked, I guess you could say."
"Ah, from what I heard it was a brilliant match. Well until the Death Eaters showed up." I nod at her and produce my talking method and scribble on it and hand it to her.
Terrifying. Had we not been with the twins and Ginny, who knows what might have happened to us.
"I would bet. I'm actually glad I spent the summer with my cousins. One is a metamorphmagus and is helping me out." Carmella replied, handing me my parchment back.
"Does that make you are one, as well?" Sybil asked.
"Sort of," Carmella shakes her head and disappointment laced her voice and her mood instantly changed from happy.
"What do you mean 'Sort of'?"
"Unlike most metamorphmagus' I can't change my entire appearance. Just my hair and eye color," Carmella told us, making our confusion evaporate.
'Most save her a fortune on dying her hair.' I told my twin.
"Belle says: You must save a fortune on hair dye. Must be great. Our parents won't let us dye our hair." Sybil says.
My prediction of dreading the first of term, due to Potions, more specifically DOUBLE Potions, came true. It went horrible. Professor Snape seemed to have a personal vendetta against me, but he absolutely adored Sybil. It was kind of weird if you asked me or observed it happening. But he was aware that my handicap wasn't like Sybil's. That I wasn't without a voice, but chose to stop using it because of the guilt. After all it was my fault she lost her sight and I felt it was unfair that she was without her sight and I was at one hundred percent. Snape had been quick to punish me for my neglecting and downright refusal to verbally speak with him. It made my blood boil. I was certain that Potions would no longer be my favorite class and naturally did well in, but one I was forcing myself to excel at.
/Flashback/
"Ms. Johnson," Professor Snape said stopping in front of the table Sybil and I had been sitting at with Carmella and another girl Adele.
"Yes Professor?" Sybil responses. But I had a sinking feeling that the Potions Master was talking to me, and not her.
"Not you Sybil. I was talking to the visually inclined Ms. Johnson." Professor Snape stated sharply. I quickly scribble onto my enchanted parchment with my quil.
Yes Professor.
He looks at it and snorts.
"When I call upon you, I expect you to answer. Not write on a piece of parchment and presume that it is an acceptable form of communication. Is that clear?" I nod at him. "I asked you a question Ms. Johnson." He snipes, glaring at me. Again I nod at him, his glare intensifies. "Detention, maybe that will teach-"
"That's not fair, Professor." Fred shouted.
"And why is that Mr. Weasley?" Snape snarls, turning his attention off of me and placing it on Fred.
"She hasn't spoken since she was six. Having her do so now, all of a sudden, would do more harm than good!" Fred shouts.
"Is that so?" Snape presses,
"Yes,"
"Then Mr. Weasley, I will see you in detention along side Ms. Johnson."
/END/
Fred had gotten himself a detention because he stood up for me. I thought it was a sweet gesture. Out of everyone at Hogwarts, Fred was my favorite person. Carmella was quickly becoming my best friend though. Lately, since we got to Hogwarts, Fred and I would just sit in the Common Room and talk. It also seemed that our other halves had taken a shine to the other and were exploring a relationship. Sybil, for a blind girl, was very self-asserted and went for something she wanted. And currently that meant George Weasley. From our shared link I knew nothing short of death would pry Sybil away from George, unless she was trying to protect him. There was this air around them, a bond had formed between them. It was suppose to be a rare bond, from what research I had done on it. Their bond was forged with ancient and long since forgotten magic. Soul mates, is what they were. They completed each other.
"How were your lessons?" Ginny asked as I took the empty seat to her left at the Gryffindor table. I groaned and began to write her a brief summary.
Awful, I have only had one lesson so far and it was double Potions. And I have already landed myself in detention because I refused to speak. Fred stood up for me and landed himself in the same detention with me.
I push the paper toward her and she quickly reads it.
"Why would he try to get you to speak? You haven't spoken in ten years. Couldn't that cause damage to your vocal chords? You would need to start small and work your way up to speaking normally again, right?" Ginny asks, starting to ramble off. I smile at the third year Weasley.
That's what Fred said, excluding the last part, to land him in detention with me.
"Aw, he stood up for you." Ginny gushes. I blush and look away from her. Her eyes were reeling with rapidly changing emotions.
It's not like that. We are just friends.
"Sure. That's how it starts. The next thing you know you'll be like Sybil and George." Thankfully I was saved from Ginny going any further by Fred plopping down beside me while George and Sybil sat across from us smiling. I looked over to Fred, his cheeks were slightly pink.
"So," George says smiling. I give him a look that clearly said 'what' and waited for him to continue. "Fred tells me that I missed something interesting in Potions class today." That's right, for some reason, unknown to any of us Fred included; George wasn't in class. It was weird.
Are you expecting me to tell you about it? Because if Fred's faint blush is anything to go by you know all about it and you probably had been teasing him on the way to the Great Hall. It's easy to understand why you were picking on him. I mean he did stand up to Snape on my behalf.
I thrust the paper to my sister and her hip attachment. The amusement on George's face increases as Sybil gives me a knowing smile.
'Yeah, that's exactly why.' Her voice floated into my head.
"Don't get them started. We won't be able to get them to shut up once you do." Fred whispers after I passed the paper to our twins. I look at him confused and whisper softly back.
"What do you mean?"
"Those two are up to something."
JJ-Jefferu: I hope you liked it and I'm not sure when I'll be updating this one again.
