Hello – Parseltongue
"Hello" – Normal talking
Hello – Thinking
Summary: The prophecy is different, Neville's born in August and Harry on the 28th. Neither hold the scar, neither lost their parents and neither defeated Voldemort. Yet, someone did. The wiziding world has no idea who their saviour is. Perhaps it's for the best, after all who could ever accept the twin children of Bellatrix Lestrange?
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. If I did, I would be rich and too busy doing whatever the hell I wanted to write this.
Two years later
Black manor was a peaceful place; unlike Grimmauld place Black manor was spacious and filled with expensive items. The Black family only lived in Grimmauld place because of a deal they'd made with the goblins that ended with them gaining the land to Black manor.
Felix had easily managed to get the land back, although Bellatrix still didn't know how, and they had moved in not long after she had been freed. The manor had an enormous garden, filled with all different types of plant life from around the world. At the back of the manor was a giant forest that stretched for miles, inside lived a myriad of creatures both magical and non-magical.
There was a light breeze blowing and everything was calm. "Get back here you little brats!" For awhile anyway. Two six year old children raced over the garden laughing before saying, in perfect unison. "No way!"
Bellatrix sighed and stopped running, there was no chance of her catching the two of them, they were too good for that. She turned and headed back to the house, were she knew she would spend at least twenty minutes, if not longer, cleaning up her two sons latest prank.
On her way she thought about their mental link, the two boys had always known what the other wanted without talking to each other and had an amazing ability to speak at the exact same time. At first Bellatrix had been baffled as to the reason why, it was Felix who suggested that they might have a mind link.
Sometimes with wiziding twins the two would be born with a link to each other's mind meaning that they could send or pick up the emotions of the other twin, being born with a mind link is extremely rare and it's next to impossible to strengthen it to the point where you could have full blown conversations mentally.
At fist Bellatrix was doubtful that her children could have a mind link that strong, but Felix had convinced her to ask them and they had happily answered that they talked to each other, in their minds, all the time. Bellatrix had fainted.
She smiled faintly as she saw the paint covered room, she wouldn't punish them and she knew it, at the moment she was just happy to see them smiling again.
The death eaters had been angry and tried to kill her when they found out what she'd told the auror's, normally it didn't matter because they couldn't get past the manor wards and she could protect herself whenever she left. Last time they had done something different, instead of going after her they had gone after the ones she loved, Cyrus and Orion.
They had been walking home from school when it happened; the death eaters surrounded them and attacked. Luckily Felix had been there to fight back but there were too many and he was overwhelmed. He had managed to kill enough of them that by the time she got there she could easily deal with the rest and save the two boys.
Unfortunately she hadn't got there in time to save Felix, he was dead when she got there and the boys had seen him die. It had been two months since then and this was the first time they'd done anything besides sit in their rooms.
Bellatrix was too happy that they were getting better to punish them for a small prank. Sighing again, she started to clean the room; she was really starting to regret giving the house elves the day of, especially since they hadn't wanted one in the first place.
Bellatrix had dealt with many things that she had thought she would never have to deal with because of those two, and pranks were just one of them.
In pure blooded families the children are always home schooled before they go to Hogwarts, the parents always take responsibility for teaching them reading, writing and other skills needed to be a pure blood wizard, such as etiquette and Latin, since spell work is based in the Latin language.
Bellatrix had always assumed that the same would happen with her children, Felix had disagreed. Cyrus and Orion were still taught etiquette, Latin and other similar things at home, but they had to learn more than a normal pureblood wiziding child did.
She had been reading the Daily Prophet's nonsense when Felix had walked in and told her that, since they were five years old, Cyrus and Orion were ready to go to Primary school.
She had asked what Primary school was and he told her that it was a school for muggle children aged five to eleven, that it would be a great opportunity for them to learn about the muggle world, that the magical world was extremely behind in terms of technology and science and that both Cyrus and Orion were going no matter what.
One week later Bellatrix found herself in the middle of muggle London with two tired and cranky five year olds and an overexcited husband, buying muggle Primary school supplies. One week after that the excitement of going to school ran out and Cyrus and Orion found themselves sitting in a classroom, bored out of their minds, learning basic maths skills. Two days after that Bellatrix and Felix both noticed an increase of pranks directed at them.
The kids had accepted it eventually and calmed down, and Bellatrix was happy to see that they were very popular and had many friends, including two best friends called Sarah and Luke.
Sarah was a loud and somewhat brash blond haired girl with green eyes who wasn't afraid to say what she thought.
Luke was the complete opposite; he had dirty blond hair and hazel eyes, being both the youngest and smallest in the class had given him confidence issues and the quiet boy could often be seen reading a book instead of playing with the other kids.
Both Sarah and Luke had come over for sleepovers almost as much as Cyrus and Orion had gone to theirs. She was happy that they made friends at primary school because she knew that they wouldn't have many at Hogwarts.
She knew that the children of 'light' families would avoid them because of her reputation as the most feared death eater. She also knew that, unlike other children who band together, they would be scorned by the children of other death eaters because she had freely given information about their parents to the auror's.
This meant that they would more than likely be stuck on their own while they were there. With that knowledge she couldn't help but be relieved that they could make friends elsewhere.
She still felt strange whenever she thought that. Eight years ago she had hated muggles with a passion. Now her children, including the heir to the most noble and ancient house of Black, were going to a muggle school, had muggle friends, had brought those muggle friends into her house and the only feelings she had on the subject were positive. It was surreal.
Although she had to admit that it wasn't as strange as her first parents evening. When she had first read the letter she had been intrigued, after all there was no such thing as parents evening at Hogwarts and the boys were constantly talking about what they did at school. However, it hadn't gone very well.
At first it had been fine, but after the teacher told them that both Cyrus and Orion were among the top five in the class it had started to go downhill. Felix had abandoned his aloof manner and started jumping up and down like a kid in a sweet shop and yelling "Yes!" as loud as he could.
He had been jumping backwards and, since he hadn't been looking where he was going, knocked over a kettle filled with boiling water.
Meanwhile Bellatrix, who had grow up with backstabbing purebloods who would boast about their children, was calmly telling another parent that Cyrus and Orion would destroy her children when a large amount of boiling water was thrown on top of her.
The resulting string of swear words got her banned from coming to parents evening for two years.
Bellatrix was nearly finished tidying the room and went to look at something lying on the floor. It was a wand, more specifically; it was Felix's old wand. Cyrus must have forgotten to put it away after using it.
About five months ago Cyrus had gotten very ill; he'd gone pale and wouldn't get out of bed. Felix had done some tests and discovered that he was suffering from a sort of magic overload.
Cyrus had, and still has, incredibly large amounts of magic, because his young body was ill equipped to store that magic and because he had no way of releasing it, it was building up inside him and making him ill. Felix had used an old ritual that triggers accidental magic in order to release Cyrus' stored up magic.
Afterwards Cyrus had got better, but Felix had warned them that it was only temporary and Cyrus needed to start letting a small amount of magic out of his system every day in order to keep the levels down.
In order to do this they had taught Cyrus some small cleaning spells that could be used around the house and Felix gave Cyrus his wand for a short time everyday so he could let out some magic.
Now that Felix was dead she had allowed Cyrus to keep the wand permanently with the understanding that he uses it responsibly and that he'll get his own when he goes to Hogwarts.
Putting the wand away Bellatrix once again went out to find her sons, it was a beautiful day and they had been begging her to take them to the muggle carnival that was visiting the muggle village. She couldn't wait to get out of the house.
