A/N: Ppl, flames: the only thing they're good for is roasting marshmallows.
Reviewers:
Athenakitty: Yes, every time he does try to spend time with her, Hermione and Ron are there. I meant that Blaise hexed him after he started singing. Jamison/Harry was only one year old when he last saw his brother and sister, they were two, and I'll explain the twins' past later on. The rest, you'll just have to wait and see..^_-
Acacia Jules: Dude! Calm down, its just a story. I'm allowed to have some artistic license with the story. But apparently you are the only one who feels that way, if you haven't noticed the "good" reviews that I have. And no one is forcing you to read my stories.so back off..
Muggle: I'm glad you like it. Unlike some.(gives evil death glare to Acacia Jules (-_-) )
Chapter 8: Of Sortings and Prank Wars
After Draco finally got a clue and Jamison conjured a mirror for the blue haired boy, the Malfoy heir assumed that it was the Weasley twins who perpetrated his hair color change. Ares over heard the former blonde's ranting. Walking over to the Slytherin table, with an amused smirk, Ares whispered in Draco's ear.
"That is only a sample of what we will do to the Gryffindors after the sorting," and with a snap of the older boy's fingers, blue hair became white-blonde once more. Dray blushed at the closeness of the older boy, but Jamie stopped the train of thought that he new the other Slytherin was thinking on.
"Draco, meet your other cousin Ares. Ares, you know of Draco." The blonde blushed even more and left the table muttering about how he just had to be related to everyone. Jamie and Aries shared an amused look and also left the table.
"So little brother, you do play Quidditch right, I'll bet you're a seeker, just like mum was."
"No, I was, but that was in my past life, I'm a beater along with Blaise Zabini. We're pretty good, as good as the Weasley twins." The younger boy looked over to his brother, they were almost to the pitch. "What position do you and Eris play?"
"Beaters. Dad was a beater, or that's what mum always told us. But anyway, Jade and I were the best beaters in our school, we also had the misfortune of playing with Viktor Krum," the older of the duo said with an exaggerated accent, causing his brother to chuckle.
"I take it you didn't like Krum much."
"Nice guy, bookish and such, but put him on the pitch and he thinks he's the Goddess' bloody gift to Quidditch. I'm not jealous, I wouldn't want the fame." Ares looked over to Jamie who was mounting his broom. "How did you do it, when you were Harry? How did you deal with the hero-worshipping?"
"I ignored it. I never wanted to be famous. I came into the wizarding world, completely clueless of who I was and what I did. I was known for something that I was too young to remember. All I have is that annoying scar and visions and nightmares of the bloody bastard that gave it to me."
The brothers flew a few laps around the pitch. As they landed, they talked about everything, from old friends to the family that Jamison had yet to meet. They also talked about school courses and what they wanted to do after Hogwarts.
"Eris wants to become a Potions Mistress, so she is talking to Uncle Severus about taking her on as an apprentice."
"He might not, only because of who dad is."
"No, Grandmamma Moore would use his hide for book binding if he refused Eris' proposal." The boys laughed at this as they made their way back into the castle.
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In the Great Hall that night for dinner, all who didn't know about the Black twins arrival, were confused to see the sorting hat sitting in front of the High table. Ares and Eris were waiting in the side room off the Hall, the same one Harry and the Champions had their wands inspected.
"Good evening students, I know that you are all confused as to why the sorting hat is here, so I will make this quick." He smiled at the students, the twinkle in his eyes shone. "Our defense teacher, Professor Black has two other children, who have come to Hogwarts to finish their last two years of study. So welcome our two new additions to the Sixth year class, Eris Jade, and Ares Michael Black."
The twins were greeted with applause from all of the houses. Eris had the hat first.
'Ahh you are much like your mother and uncle, I think Slytherin will work well for you my dear.' The hat sounded in her mind. She smiled at it's assessment. "SLYTHERIN!"
Eris walked to the table and sat next to Jamie. Ares sat on the stool and frowned.
'You, unlike your sister, take much after your father.' The hat started.
'But I need to be in Slytherin, I am too conniving for any of the other houses.' Ares countered.
'I also see that you two work well together as a team, and we can't separate a pair of beaters.' The hat chuckled then shouted Slytherin.
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Classes went as usual for Jamie and Draco, and as always, Neville Longbottom melted a caldron in potions and Snape deducted points from Gryffindor. At lunch is when Ares and Eris made themselves known.
"eep!" a shriek came from the Gryffindor table. All of the students at the table gathered at the place where Fred and George Weasley normally sat. In the place of the red headed twins, two reddish brown weasels were on table dancing.
The laughter came from the Slytherin table, then the other houses, except Gryffindor, followed suit. Three minutes later the Gryffindor Pranksters took their human form.
"that.."
"Was.."
"Pretty good." George looked over at the Black twins, who looked as if they didn't even notice the opposing twins transformation. The red heads walked over to hostile territory, and over to where Ares and Eris were sitting, talking to the other sixth years. Ares looked up at the person that was standing behind his shoulder.
"Can I help you?" the raven-haired boy raised a questioning eyebrow, looking remarkably like his uncle.
"Welcome to Hogwarts. Now we would like to declare that the prank war begins."
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The days following the Weasley twins' declaration, were to put it lightly, pretty calm. All classes were fair game, save for potions, for both sets of twins had more respect for that class, and the fact that neither of them wanted to face the wrath of Snape.
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In a large mansion, miles from England, Lord Voldemort was trying to figured out why he still felt the connection with Harry Potter, if Harry Potter is supposed to be dead.
"Luciusss," the Dark Lord summoned the blond aristocrat.
"Yes my lord," Lucius bowed and kissed the hem of his master's robes.
"I thought you told me that the Potter brat was dead."
"My lord, all of my connections at the ministry and at Hogwarts, confirmed that the boy died over the summer, that the Deatheaters were to blame. So we neither denied nor confirmed that it was us." The blond man simpered.
"Well Lucius, I believe your contacts to be wrong."
"Milord?"
"I have had a connection to the brat ever since he helped bring me back to my own body. The boy is alive. The question is, where is he hiding?" the snake like monster turned to his servant. Lucius had taken Wormtail's place at his master side, when the rat was captured and sent to be Kissed.
"My lord, I'll have the others search, possibly exhume the body of Potter."
"Very well, you are dismissed." The blond turned and was almost at the door when Voldemort spoke, " and Lucius," the man stopped and looked over at his master, " Crucio." Was the hissed curse.
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"Serena, you have to get him out of the country, He is going to figure it out soon!" Severus yelled at his twin.
"Severus, it won't happen. Jamison is too well protected here."
"Yes and the fact that Pettigrew just happened to be on the grounds the day of Jamison's change, was just a coincidence." The potion master's voice was full of sarcasm.
"Fine, but we upped the wards after that. Especially seeing that 'Harry' was supposedly kidnapped. We had to, the other parents almost didn't send their children back, for fear that they would be the next victims."
"Well we need to tell him what is going on. I have a feeling that Malfoy will be using Draco to find out about Potter. Hopefully those Gryffindors he associated with will keep their mouths shut."
"Shit! We have to obliviate them. Draco might not be himself if he starts questioning Ron and Hermione." Ser jumped up and went to write a note to the pair of Gryffindors.
"Why don't you ask the twins to do it. I'm sure they could do it discretely. They are after all brilliant in potions, they obviously get that from your side." The raven-haired witch looked up from her note.
"That is a great idea. They could make it seem as if it was part of a prank." As she spoke, the defense teacher drafted a note to her daughter. She summoned her owl then tied the note to its leg then sent it off.
"Oh and on the subject of potions, I have accepted Eris' proposal to take her on as my apprentice. That girl has a lot of potential. She could take her mastery by her seventh year."
"That's great, she'll be excited to know. She should be here soon." As she said this, there was a knock on the potion master's office door.
"Come in."
"You wanted to see us mum?" the raven-haired twins looked back and forth between the two adults. Snape put up silencing charms and sat at his desk.
"Yes. I need you two to erase a certain memory from Granger and the youngest male Weasley's minds."
"What do they know that is so important that they need to be 'fixed'?" Ares asked as he looked around the office.
"They know who Jamie was for the last four years. The Granger girl figured it out." Serena smiled as she saw the thoughtful looks her eldest children had.
"How would you like us to do this?" Eris inquired. Ares perked up.
"We could do the fortune cookies. Like we did when that toad Umbridge was trying to get us removed from the Quidditch team." The boy said to his sister.
"That might just work. We just have to make sure it is just the two that read the cookies." Eris agreed.
"Are you two going to let us know what you mean by fortune cookies?" Sev asked as he graded the potions essays of the first year Gryffindors.
"No," Eris stated.
"That would ruin the surprise." Ares added cheekily.
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Three days later, the two sets of prankster twins continued on with their prank war. Ares and Eris worked on a way to set the memory charms and not make it seem overly obvious that Granger and Weasley were the intended targets. At dinner that night in the great hall, at every plate there was a small fortune cookie. The populace of the school, not really thinking that the house elves would partake in the prank war opened their little cookies.
"Jamie, do you know why there are fortune cookies on our plates?" Draco asked as he, Jamie and Blaise sat on the bench.
"Not a clue." Jamie picked his cookie up, at the same time as the blonde boy and Blaise.
"Jamie, nice hair!" Ares shouted from the other end of the Slytherin table, his hair neon pink. It was then that the whole hall erupted in laughter and shouting.
Over at the Gryffindor table, Ron and Hermione had both opened their cookies, neither one noticing the feel of the memory spell flow over them, assuming it was just the color spell. Ron had maroon hair, and the bushy haired girl had Malfoy blond hair.
'you do not know Harry Potter's true identity, he is dead.' But what every one else would see was 'you will have a hair raising day.'
The only ones that were not affected by the Black twins' spell were Remus and Sirius, who were not in the Hall.
The Weasley twins turned and looked over at the Blacks, and applauded them. The Slytherin pair stood and bowed at the praise. Just then the doors of the hall burst open, with Lupin running in like a dragon was chasing him. The Werewolf didn't stop running until he got to the head table, where Serena, Severus and Dumbledore had all stood to meet the running man.
"Its.Sirius," the man panted. "He's in the hospital wing..we were attacked..."
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A/N: Dun Dun Dun.what a cliffie eh? Well Review and you can have a cookie, or rather a picture of a cookie, but a cookie nonetheless. ^_^
Reviewers:
Athenakitty: Yes, every time he does try to spend time with her, Hermione and Ron are there. I meant that Blaise hexed him after he started singing. Jamison/Harry was only one year old when he last saw his brother and sister, they were two, and I'll explain the twins' past later on. The rest, you'll just have to wait and see..^_-
Acacia Jules: Dude! Calm down, its just a story. I'm allowed to have some artistic license with the story. But apparently you are the only one who feels that way, if you haven't noticed the "good" reviews that I have. And no one is forcing you to read my stories.so back off..
Muggle: I'm glad you like it. Unlike some.(gives evil death glare to Acacia Jules (-_-) )
Chapter 8: Of Sortings and Prank Wars
After Draco finally got a clue and Jamison conjured a mirror for the blue haired boy, the Malfoy heir assumed that it was the Weasley twins who perpetrated his hair color change. Ares over heard the former blonde's ranting. Walking over to the Slytherin table, with an amused smirk, Ares whispered in Draco's ear.
"That is only a sample of what we will do to the Gryffindors after the sorting," and with a snap of the older boy's fingers, blue hair became white-blonde once more. Dray blushed at the closeness of the older boy, but Jamie stopped the train of thought that he new the other Slytherin was thinking on.
"Draco, meet your other cousin Ares. Ares, you know of Draco." The blonde blushed even more and left the table muttering about how he just had to be related to everyone. Jamie and Aries shared an amused look and also left the table.
"So little brother, you do play Quidditch right, I'll bet you're a seeker, just like mum was."
"No, I was, but that was in my past life, I'm a beater along with Blaise Zabini. We're pretty good, as good as the Weasley twins." The younger boy looked over to his brother, they were almost to the pitch. "What position do you and Eris play?"
"Beaters. Dad was a beater, or that's what mum always told us. But anyway, Jade and I were the best beaters in our school, we also had the misfortune of playing with Viktor Krum," the older of the duo said with an exaggerated accent, causing his brother to chuckle.
"I take it you didn't like Krum much."
"Nice guy, bookish and such, but put him on the pitch and he thinks he's the Goddess' bloody gift to Quidditch. I'm not jealous, I wouldn't want the fame." Ares looked over to Jamie who was mounting his broom. "How did you do it, when you were Harry? How did you deal with the hero-worshipping?"
"I ignored it. I never wanted to be famous. I came into the wizarding world, completely clueless of who I was and what I did. I was known for something that I was too young to remember. All I have is that annoying scar and visions and nightmares of the bloody bastard that gave it to me."
The brothers flew a few laps around the pitch. As they landed, they talked about everything, from old friends to the family that Jamison had yet to meet. They also talked about school courses and what they wanted to do after Hogwarts.
"Eris wants to become a Potions Mistress, so she is talking to Uncle Severus about taking her on as an apprentice."
"He might not, only because of who dad is."
"No, Grandmamma Moore would use his hide for book binding if he refused Eris' proposal." The boys laughed at this as they made their way back into the castle.
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In the Great Hall that night for dinner, all who didn't know about the Black twins arrival, were confused to see the sorting hat sitting in front of the High table. Ares and Eris were waiting in the side room off the Hall, the same one Harry and the Champions had their wands inspected.
"Good evening students, I know that you are all confused as to why the sorting hat is here, so I will make this quick." He smiled at the students, the twinkle in his eyes shone. "Our defense teacher, Professor Black has two other children, who have come to Hogwarts to finish their last two years of study. So welcome our two new additions to the Sixth year class, Eris Jade, and Ares Michael Black."
The twins were greeted with applause from all of the houses. Eris had the hat first.
'Ahh you are much like your mother and uncle, I think Slytherin will work well for you my dear.' The hat sounded in her mind. She smiled at it's assessment. "SLYTHERIN!"
Eris walked to the table and sat next to Jamie. Ares sat on the stool and frowned.
'You, unlike your sister, take much after your father.' The hat started.
'But I need to be in Slytherin, I am too conniving for any of the other houses.' Ares countered.
'I also see that you two work well together as a team, and we can't separate a pair of beaters.' The hat chuckled then shouted Slytherin.
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Classes went as usual for Jamie and Draco, and as always, Neville Longbottom melted a caldron in potions and Snape deducted points from Gryffindor. At lunch is when Ares and Eris made themselves known.
"eep!" a shriek came from the Gryffindor table. All of the students at the table gathered at the place where Fred and George Weasley normally sat. In the place of the red headed twins, two reddish brown weasels were on table dancing.
The laughter came from the Slytherin table, then the other houses, except Gryffindor, followed suit. Three minutes later the Gryffindor Pranksters took their human form.
"that.."
"Was.."
"Pretty good." George looked over at the Black twins, who looked as if they didn't even notice the opposing twins transformation. The red heads walked over to hostile territory, and over to where Ares and Eris were sitting, talking to the other sixth years. Ares looked up at the person that was standing behind his shoulder.
"Can I help you?" the raven-haired boy raised a questioning eyebrow, looking remarkably like his uncle.
"Welcome to Hogwarts. Now we would like to declare that the prank war begins."
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The days following the Weasley twins' declaration, were to put it lightly, pretty calm. All classes were fair game, save for potions, for both sets of twins had more respect for that class, and the fact that neither of them wanted to face the wrath of Snape.
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In a large mansion, miles from England, Lord Voldemort was trying to figured out why he still felt the connection with Harry Potter, if Harry Potter is supposed to be dead.
"Luciusss," the Dark Lord summoned the blond aristocrat.
"Yes my lord," Lucius bowed and kissed the hem of his master's robes.
"I thought you told me that the Potter brat was dead."
"My lord, all of my connections at the ministry and at Hogwarts, confirmed that the boy died over the summer, that the Deatheaters were to blame. So we neither denied nor confirmed that it was us." The blond man simpered.
"Well Lucius, I believe your contacts to be wrong."
"Milord?"
"I have had a connection to the brat ever since he helped bring me back to my own body. The boy is alive. The question is, where is he hiding?" the snake like monster turned to his servant. Lucius had taken Wormtail's place at his master side, when the rat was captured and sent to be Kissed.
"My lord, I'll have the others search, possibly exhume the body of Potter."
"Very well, you are dismissed." The blond turned and was almost at the door when Voldemort spoke, " and Lucius," the man stopped and looked over at his master, " Crucio." Was the hissed curse.
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"Serena, you have to get him out of the country, He is going to figure it out soon!" Severus yelled at his twin.
"Severus, it won't happen. Jamison is too well protected here."
"Yes and the fact that Pettigrew just happened to be on the grounds the day of Jamison's change, was just a coincidence." The potion master's voice was full of sarcasm.
"Fine, but we upped the wards after that. Especially seeing that 'Harry' was supposedly kidnapped. We had to, the other parents almost didn't send their children back, for fear that they would be the next victims."
"Well we need to tell him what is going on. I have a feeling that Malfoy will be using Draco to find out about Potter. Hopefully those Gryffindors he associated with will keep their mouths shut."
"Shit! We have to obliviate them. Draco might not be himself if he starts questioning Ron and Hermione." Ser jumped up and went to write a note to the pair of Gryffindors.
"Why don't you ask the twins to do it. I'm sure they could do it discretely. They are after all brilliant in potions, they obviously get that from your side." The raven-haired witch looked up from her note.
"That is a great idea. They could make it seem as if it was part of a prank." As she spoke, the defense teacher drafted a note to her daughter. She summoned her owl then tied the note to its leg then sent it off.
"Oh and on the subject of potions, I have accepted Eris' proposal to take her on as my apprentice. That girl has a lot of potential. She could take her mastery by her seventh year."
"That's great, she'll be excited to know. She should be here soon." As she said this, there was a knock on the potion master's office door.
"Come in."
"You wanted to see us mum?" the raven-haired twins looked back and forth between the two adults. Snape put up silencing charms and sat at his desk.
"Yes. I need you two to erase a certain memory from Granger and the youngest male Weasley's minds."
"What do they know that is so important that they need to be 'fixed'?" Ares asked as he looked around the office.
"They know who Jamie was for the last four years. The Granger girl figured it out." Serena smiled as she saw the thoughtful looks her eldest children had.
"How would you like us to do this?" Eris inquired. Ares perked up.
"We could do the fortune cookies. Like we did when that toad Umbridge was trying to get us removed from the Quidditch team." The boy said to his sister.
"That might just work. We just have to make sure it is just the two that read the cookies." Eris agreed.
"Are you two going to let us know what you mean by fortune cookies?" Sev asked as he graded the potions essays of the first year Gryffindors.
"No," Eris stated.
"That would ruin the surprise." Ares added cheekily.
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Three days later, the two sets of prankster twins continued on with their prank war. Ares and Eris worked on a way to set the memory charms and not make it seem overly obvious that Granger and Weasley were the intended targets. At dinner that night in the great hall, at every plate there was a small fortune cookie. The populace of the school, not really thinking that the house elves would partake in the prank war opened their little cookies.
"Jamie, do you know why there are fortune cookies on our plates?" Draco asked as he, Jamie and Blaise sat on the bench.
"Not a clue." Jamie picked his cookie up, at the same time as the blonde boy and Blaise.
"Jamie, nice hair!" Ares shouted from the other end of the Slytherin table, his hair neon pink. It was then that the whole hall erupted in laughter and shouting.
Over at the Gryffindor table, Ron and Hermione had both opened their cookies, neither one noticing the feel of the memory spell flow over them, assuming it was just the color spell. Ron had maroon hair, and the bushy haired girl had Malfoy blond hair.
'you do not know Harry Potter's true identity, he is dead.' But what every one else would see was 'you will have a hair raising day.'
The only ones that were not affected by the Black twins' spell were Remus and Sirius, who were not in the Hall.
The Weasley twins turned and looked over at the Blacks, and applauded them. The Slytherin pair stood and bowed at the praise. Just then the doors of the hall burst open, with Lupin running in like a dragon was chasing him. The Werewolf didn't stop running until he got to the head table, where Serena, Severus and Dumbledore had all stood to meet the running man.
"Its.Sirius," the man panted. "He's in the hospital wing..we were attacked..."
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A/N: Dun Dun Dun.what a cliffie eh? Well Review and you can have a cookie, or rather a picture of a cookie, but a cookie nonetheless. ^_^
