A/N – Chapter 4! A bit short sorry. Just one review would make my day (hint, hint.) Thank you thunderrose2009 for favouriting Twins. Also does anyone know how to check the views? If you do just leave the answer in the comments!
So, I'm a witch? That was a surprising turn of events. Professor Dumbledore explained everything to Mum and Dad, they were somewhat taken aback by his unusual appearance but accepted the truth in the end. That I am a witch and on September 1st I will be catching the Hogwarts express from platform 9 3/4 (you have to walk between the barrier between platform 9 and 10, or so Professor Dumbledore said. I pinch my arm, hard, but am not jerked awake from a crazy dream. "It's real!" I whisper into my pillow.
Mum and Dad took it pretty well, considering. We all sat in the sitting room, Dumbledore drinking his tea. At first they spluttered with laughter, saying that it was preposterous, "OUR Hermione can't be a witch" they said.
Then they remembered, the countless medals at Sports Day, they remembered the funny noises coming from mine and Rowan's room and they remembered the times they had seen us, playing in the garden, jumping impossibly high on the trampoline, sending our toys spinning around us.
They clasped my hands in theirs and we held onto each other, lifelines in this tide of strange happenings.
" Is this what you want Hermione?"
I thought long and hard…what I really wanted was my twin brother back…but I couldn't have that… it was impossible. The words of the letter came to mind. You have a place at Hogwarts. That's what I wanted wasn't it? – a place where I could belong.
"Yes, I answered firmly, looking my parents in the eye, this is what I want".
"Are you sure Hermione?" this time it was Professor Dumbledore speaking, doubting me, "No one is forcing you into this."
"Of course I'm sure" I heard my own voice saying "I said so didn't I?"
I curl up in my duvet though, my heart pounding with nerves I couldn't explain or give reason for. Rowan would know, he would know what was right to do. I screw up my eyes but still a few tears leak out. I try to picture him, longing to see him again, just for a few minutes, seconds even.
To distract myself, I pull out the list of books and equipment. I have no idea where to get this stuff: work robes and dragon hide gloves? Even the books, I've never heard of any of the authors or the titles. I am also required to get a pewter cauldron and a telescope. Shops in London don't have that kind of stuff. Most curious of all I must get a magic wand. A wand - of all things! I've seen magicians before of course, have watched unamused because Rowan and I could do so much better at home. They had plastic blank wands, with white tips. But Professor Dumbledore – he had a long slender wand, beautifully polished, just looking at it, you could feel a sort of magic pulsating from it. I wanted to touch it, to lift it up and see what power it held.
With this swirl of confused thoughts, I slowly drift off to sleep, but before I drift off, I think – I didn't have to read….