This chapter is dedicated to ILoveLuke98 and MissSadieKane for being my first reviewers. They really brightened my day. A special thanks also goes out to Blizzen, ILoveLuke98, Mehan-Smith, MissSadieKane, and sara253xxx for putting this story on alert.

Disclaimer: I'm not sure why I'm required to keep writing this. It's pretty obvious. I still don't own Harry Potter. Sorry!

September 1, 1991 (Amira's perspective)

"Do you have the bag?"

"Of course I have the bag! Do you think I'm an idiot!"

The bag after all was the secret to our success. We couldn't prank Hogwarts very well without it. It really was the best gift Nymphy could have ever given. I sometimes love having a sister training to be an Auror. I mean who else would put a feather-light, expanding, disillusionment and concealment charm on a backpack.

"Come on, we don't want you to miss the train now," Mum yelled up the stairs.

Like we would ever miss the train. Well Rigel and I might try it one year but only if we have a really spectacular entrance, hmm.. maybe flying carpets would work.

"Coming Mum!" Rigel and I raced down the stairs, nearly tripping over each other. After all what's life without a little friendly competition?

"Let's get going! We don't want a repeat of what happened during your sister's first year." Dad muttered the last bit under his breath.

"What happened Nymphy's first year?" Rigel asked a smile growing on my twin brother's face. I know what that meant we were definitely going to try to recreate what happened.

"You two were giving us some trouble. Separation issues." Dad began as he packed our luggage securely in the trunk. I kept hold of the bag though. Merlin only knows what would have happened if the potion dumped everywhere.

"It was only Amira. Right?" Rigel asked his voice wavering.

"Nope," said Mum as she joined Dad by the car. "You were just as bad. I think you screamed about 'how today was the worst day of your life!'" Rigel's freckled face turned the color of a sun burnt tomato.

Mum and Dad told the whole story as we drove to King's Cross. I was a cute little kid but if they ever told that story to my friends, I would die of embarrassment. Rigel looked as if he wanted to curl up in a very small hole.

I decided to look through my prank bag. It really needed a better name. We'd come up with one later. I reached in careful to avoid placing my hand in the pink smoking potion. Okay rope, one of the most needed tools by any prankster. Lock pick, though I guess Alohomora works too. Sparkles. Rigel just doesn't understand these. He says they're too girly but that's kind of the point and well sparkles are really hard to get out of hair. Flour, perfect for messes. And last but not least a book: Mayhem and Marauding: A Guide to Pranking by Professor Igonna Stink. That man's a genius; I just have no idea how he became a professor. The potions are the best part. I can't wait to try some of them. We had already cooked up one. It wasn't too hard.

"Amira! Do we have everything?" Rigel whispered out of the corner of his mouth.. Dad was telling the story of the time he found out he was a wizard. He told it often enough we knew the words by heart.

"Your grandpa was so surprised. He ordered Professor Dumbledore to leave our house this incident. He thought he was mad at first and then Dumbledore turned the morning newspaper into and let it fly away ."

"Yeah though I think we might need more flour after today."

"We could try the kitchens."

"Do you know where they are?"

"Three words Ex-plor-ng."

"You two are not going exploring after hours. Honestly what would your head of house think." Mum turned around to look at us.

"Yeah, Sprout can get rather strict." Dad has this strange idea that Rigel and I are going to end up in Hufflepuff. It made sense both he and Nymphy had been Hufflepuffs. Rigel was even named for some Hufflepuff who died during the war. I just don't think that's my place.

We drove for a while longer. Rigel and I played Exploring Snap until the cards exploded blowing off both our eyebrows and Mum confiscated the cards.

"It's just too dangerous. I don't want you getting hurt."

"Yes, Mum." We said together. Exploding Snap isn't dangerous. It's just majorly harmful to all the hair on your body.

After we parked, Dad grabbed a trolley and started walking through the station. You could tell where the wizard's were. They were almost all dressed bizarrely. Some had even come in their robes. There was a family where the mother was wearing a tutu. Rigel basically dragged me along I was laughing so hard.

"But Professor McGonagall didn't tell me how to get on the platform!"

Standing between the big plastic numbers 9 and 10 was a girl with lots of bushy brown hair and rather large front teeth.

"It's perfectly alright Hermione. We'll figure it out," said the girl's mum. She was looking around in amazement as if this was very exciting for her. It probably was; she was obviously a Muggle.

"Can I help you?" Dad asked. Rigel and I shared exasperated looks.

"Um, well,"

"It's fine dear. We know what you mean. It's your first year at Hogwarts, isn't it?" Good mum knew what to say.

Hermione nodded.

"It's Rigel and Amira's first year too. It's quite simple actually. All you have to do is walk straight at the barrier between platforms nine and ten. Don't stop and don't be scared you'll crash into it, that's very important. Best do it at a bit of a run if you're nervous. You'll have to say your goodbyes out here though. Muggles can't get onto the platform."

"My family learned that from experience. My trunk flew halfway across the station." Dad was laughing at the memory, so were Hermione's parents.

"Thank you. You'd think they might mention that in any of the books. I must have read Hogwarts, A History, at least 3 times and yet there is still no mention of how to get on to the platform." Hermione had a bossy, know-it-all sort of voice.

"Bet she's a Ravenclaw," whispered Rigel.

"I'm not taking that bet. I'd lose for sure." Honestly I couldn't see any other house quality in her.

Hermione and her parents stepped to the side. Dad gestured for one of us to go trying to avoid the gaze of a very angry guard talking to a black haired boy.

"You want to?"

"Should I?"

"There's enough room for both of you if you're quick."

That was enough for me. I grabbed the trolley and set off toward the barrier. Rigel was close at my heels. Together we entered platform Nine and Three-Quarters.

I had been her often before but the platform looked different now that I was finally going. A scarlet steam engine was still waiting next to a platform packed with people. A sign overhead said Hogwarts' Express, eleven o'clock like it always did. I looked behind me and saw a wrought-iron archway where the barrier had been, with the words Platform Nine and Three-Quarters on it. Mum and Dad were now bustling through it and towards us. Rigel tapped his wrist. I know what he meant we would never have enough time to get to the prefect's compartment if we didn't leave soon.

"Now I want you to be good this year. No trouble. I don't need you two breaking the record for number of detentions," began Mum. This was going to be a long lecture.

"I don't think that's possible," said Dad. "They know better than to get caught." The last bit was quiet and only intended for us. I smiled. Dad knew us so well.

"Just Remember to-"

"Yes, Yes, we know. Stay out of trouble. Don't anger the teachers. Don't attack Peeves." I started listing off all the possible things she needed to say. "Don't be out of bed after hours. Practice hard. Finish your homework. Eat your vegetables. Did I miss anything?" I turned towards Rigel.

He shrugged. "I don't think so."

Mum sighed. "I was going to say remember to make friends and have fun."

"Sure you were!" We said together. Sometimes I wonder if twin telepathy is real.

Mum looked sad and slightly angry.

"Andy, it's alright. They're just excited."

"I know it's just my babies are all grownup. It was like only yesterday they were in diapers and now they're off to Hogwarts."

Ugg, this couldn't be good. Mum really worries too much. I glanced at Rigel. He's back to tapping his wrist.

"Bye Mum! Bye Dad!"

"We'll Write! I promise!"

We both pulled them into hugs. Mum gave us each a kiss and ruffled our hair. I started to fix it immediately. Rigel teases me about it sometimes but I'm a girl. I have the right to care about my hair, even if I know sometimes I'm a little obsessed with it. Dad helped get our trunks onto the train. We put them in an empty compartment before running towards the Prefect compartments.

"Good no one's in there yet." I said peeking through the window.

"We have five minutes at most though before all the pompous gits show up."

"Fair enough. Let's get to work!"

Rigel grabbed the flour from the bag. I grabbed the rope, potion and sparkles. I tied both potion and sparkles carefully to the ceiling and the door. It would spill all over the unsuspecting prefects and heads. Rigel was frantically throwing flour all over the seats and floor. The compartment could have been a winter wonderland. It would be all too easy to clean up but it still might frustrate them.

"Okay now we seriously have to get going."

I stowed the extra rope and empty canister in my backpack. We walked away as fast as we could without raising any suspicion. When we were about halfway down the train, Rigel nearly broke into a run. I caught up to him peering inside the compartment where we left our trunks. It was no longer unoccupied. Three boys were sitting inside. Two of them had flaming red hair and the other held a big cardboard box.

"So aren't you going in?"

"No."

"So now you're scared of a bunch of third years, I think. You're completely fine with pranking 5th, 6th ,and 7th years and risking a nice hexing. But yet you can't walk into a compartment with 3rd years in it."

"You go first if you're so brave."

"Gladly." I pushed open the door and walked in. "Hi! Can we join you? If not we'll just take our stuff and leave."

The first redheaded boy opened his mouth to speak but before he could say anything a series of shrieks was heard from the front of the train.

"Never mind-"

"We're staying!"

Rigel and I quickly sat down in the seats closest to the door. The boys stared at us in blank shock. "Sure, I guess." They went back to their original conversation. I wasn't really listening but I think it had something to do with the box or more the thing in the box. I was too worried the prefects would figure out it was us. We should probably have waited until after we knew where the common room was. They might not show us now. They couldn't possibly figure it out though. I highly doubt any other first years could brew that potion. Yeah, we were definitely near the bottom of the suspect list.

I finally started to relax when another redheaded boy in robes burst in. Unfortunately, he had a red "P" pinned to his chest and a mass of sparkles in his hair.

"FRED! GEORGE! I KNOW THIS WAS YOU!" except it didn't come out the way he planned it or at least I didn't think he planned it that way. Most 5th year boys don't sing opera. I couldn't help it. I was laughing along with everyone else in the compartment.

"That wasn't us-"

"I wish it was though-"

"Because who ever did it was bloody brilliant!" They spoke the last line together. I don't know how I missed it before. These too were obviously twins. I mean they're identical down to the last freckle. I noticed both Rigel and the prefect went pink at this statement but for very different reasons.

"WHO ELSE WOULD DISRESPECT AUTHORITY LIKE YOU DO! PREFECTS ARE VERY IMPORTANT PEOPLE. HONESTLY, TROUBLE BEFORE YOU EVEN LEAVE THE TRAIN!"

"But Percy it wasn't us!"

"LIKELY STORY!"

Rigel stood up. If he cost us the prank, he was so dead. "I'm sorry sir but-"

"Do you have any evidence? If not-"

"Please stop shouting-"

"Some of us want to be able to hear Binns the-"

"First time he drones on and on and on." Percy the prefect looked shocked. I'm not exactly sure why, it might have been how we could speak in perfect unison or that we revealed how weak his story actually was.

It took a while but he seemed to find the ability to talk again (well I guess sing due to our marvelous potion) "Fred! George! What did you do? Teaching first years to annoy me that's sinking low." We all snickered at low. The note dropped a couple of octaves.

"They did nothing of the sort!"

"Goodbye!" Rigel slammed the compartment door shut . "Honestly Amira you had to choose the one compartment with the pranksters in it. That could have blown our cover."

"Well it didn't okay!" I snapped. "Anyways we have now met the enemy."

"The enemy? Isn't that a little extreme?"

"Nope!" Everyone was staring at me. It was kind of unnerving. Rigel was staring in his usual 'how am I related to you look' but the others were looking at me in awe.

"Fred, are you thinking what I'm thinking?"

"I think I'm thinking what you're thinking if we're thinking along the same lines."

The third boy was playing with his dreadlocks as if these exchanges happened all the time.

"Well if you're both thinking the same thing-"

"Maybe you could share with us."

The twins continued on with their antics. The other boy finally spoke, "Were you the ones to pull that prank?"

Rigel answered, "No!"

I answered, "Yes!"

"How did you do it?" asked twin 1.

"Well all we did was-" I said before I was interrupted.

"We're not telling you until we learn your names and houses."

"Fair enough, Fred Weasley, Gryffindor," said Twin 1

"George Weasley, Gryffindor," That was twin 2. Although I'm not quite sure whether they were giving their rightful names. Most likely Fred was 2 and George was 1. This could be confusing.

"Lee Jordan, Gryffindor. Do you have a name lovely lady?"

I started blushing uncontrollably but was still able to say. "No I was planning on going through the entire year by Lovely Lady." Ah sarcasm, music to my ears.

"Her name's Amira Tonks. And I'm Rigel Tonks. We're both first years so no houses yet."

"Are you cousins?" said Fred, I think.

"Nope, twins."

Now George said, "You don't look any thing alike,"

"Good that's a relief I was so worried." We both said before turning to look at each other. "Oh really?"

Fred, George and Lee were all laughing at this. "I think we should introduce you to our little brother. He's starting this year too. Ron needs some of your influence."

We followed the twins out of the compartment towards the back of the train, pulling to a stop outside a compartment with two boys sitting inside.

A.N. I would have more but right now I have to go get my adenoids taken out. I don't know exactly how long that'll take to recover from but next chapter will be meeting Harry Potter and the Sorting. I have a poll on my profile regarding this story. Go vote! Tell me whether or not you like the perspective change. Thanks!