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Rosemary's morning was pretty terrible for a Hogwarts morning. She was still being tormented for her not admitting to "like" Harry. She was not normally down to the great hall so early, but she couldn't stand that gossiping Sophia Skeeter anymore.

"Morning Harry." Rosemary said as she sat next to him.

"Morning, Rose!" Harry answered brightly. He seemed very happy to be here, away from the muggles. The Weasley boy was sitting next to Harry, on his other side.

"Ah! Making friends already, I see?" Rosemary said as she noticed the boy. "You're the mini-Weasley, right?"

The boy nodded with a scowl.

"Don't like being compared with your brothers, I see…" when he nodded Rosemary continued. "Don't you worry. I wouldn't want my little brother to try to live up to me." Rosemary noticed Harry relax a bit. "Got a name, Weasley?"

"This is Ron." Harry said for the boy. "And Ron, this is Rosemary, she's my-"

"Friend." Rosemary finished for him. She wasn't sure she was ready to let the school know they were Potters. She shook Ron's hand.

It was that moment at which Marie jogged over to the Gryffindor table. She plopped herself down as she said, "Hey, Rose, professor Snape wants to talk to us before class." She greeted Harry with a "Wotcher, Harry!"

Rosemary replied with a mouthful of egg, "Why?"

Marie groaned. Rosemary could tell she was losing her patience. "I have no idea, but he wants us to talk to him now."

"But I told Harry I would walk him to his first class." Rosemary pointed at Harry's schedule, showing Marie he had transfiguration.

"Well, he can go early! I'm positive professor McGonagall wouldn't mind that." Marie tugged rosemary's arm, spilling the egg that was on her fork. "Snape wants us now!"

Rosemary finally abandoned her food and allowed Marie to drag her and Harry to the entrance hall.

After dropping Harry off at his class, the twins ran down the stairs to the dungeons, where Snape was waiting with a scowl.

"Ah, Potters, nice of you to finally show up."

"Sorry, professor." The twins answered in unison.

"We were showing Harry to transfiguration." Rosemary finished.

"So, Slytherin Potter, will you be trying out for the Quidditch team? I hear you and your twin are the best flyers in your year."

"I don't think so." Marie answered. "I won't be able to practice with Firewind."

"Ah, I see, your band…"

"What did you want to talk about?" Rosemary asked before Snape could convince Marie to quit the band.

"Well… there's something… evil… lurking on these grounds, and in these halls…"

The twins exchanged fearful glances.

"I need you to protect your brother from whatever that evil thing is… it is after Harry potter. You must. Protect. Your. Brother." Snape startled the speechless girls by suddenly looking up towards the door. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE, MISS GRANGER?" he yelled at a first year Gryffindor with brown frizzy hair and abnormally large front teeth. "GET OUT NOW! YOU HAVE NO BUSINESS BEING HERE AT THIS TIME!" he continued to bellow. The girl squeaked and darted out of the dungeons quickly. Snape pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed.

"Sir? Would you like some tea before class?" suggested Marie. The man nodded, so Marie prepared boiling water while rosemary found the teabags and cups.

"Thank you, both of you." Snape sipped the tea and relaxed slightly. "Now, as I was saying, there's a danger lurking in these halls and Dumbledore wanted me to inform you that it is up to you to keep your brother safe."

"Exactly what are we protecting Harry from?" asked Marie.

"No one knows exactly what is in the school, but just stay on your toes." He whispered, taking note that the sound of feet were getting louder.

"That doesn't help." Mumbled rosemary. Marie elbowed her.

"He's only following orders." Marie hissed through her teeth, not wanting the professor who was now preparing the classroom to hear their conversation.

"But still, it would help if – oof!" started rosemary, until she was stopped by an elbow in her ribs. As the class continued, both of their minds pondered what could be lurking around Hogwarts, what could be trying to kill their little brother.

A/N – Mary: … and the plot thickens! It was about this time that Victoria and I started the frantic writing because we were so excited… and we could barely read our own writing. … Ok, just mine, you could barely read mine…

A/N – Victoria: yeah, cuz your handwriting's crappy.

A/N – Mary: hey, I was writing my neatest because I wanted you to be able to read it!

A/N – Victoria: … and it was still crappy.

A/N – Mary: grr