Hello – Parseltongue
"Hello" – Normal talking
'Hello' – Mind link
Hello – Thinking
Summary: The prophecy is different; Harry Potter doesn't bear the scar. Yet, someone does and the wiziding world has no idea who. Orion and Cyrus know, but will they tell? Who could ever accept the twin children of Bellatrix Black?
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.
Cyrus and Orion spent the rest of the summer holidays having fun. They went to village festivals with Sarah and Luke, they played games with Bellatrix, they played quidditch with each other and they explored the woods with Diana and Ra.
On the day they finally got their wands both Cyrus and Bellatrix were woken, quite unhappily, by Orion jumping on their beds.
Cyrus followed his bouncing brother through the door of the grubby building, he remembered what a letdown their last visit had been and wasn't as excited as Orion.
When the wand maker gave Orion his wand bright yellow sparks came out the tip and Cyrus could feel Orion's wonder coming through the bond.
Orion's wand was about eleven inches long and a deep brown colour with intricate writing on the handle, remembering the lessons his mum had given him Cyrus easily translated 'A dimidium quod a universus. Audacia quod Fortis. May vos ago puteus.' into 'A half and a whole. Daring and Brave. May you live well.'
The small wand maker held out his wand for him to take, it was the same size as Orion's with similar writing on the handle, only instead of saying 'Daring and Brave' it said 'Cunning and Sly'.
The different wood types couldn't blend into each other like Orion's wand so the blackish and whitish woods clearly stood out against each other. The wand maker had tried to improve the appearance by wrapping the colours around each other, making the black and white spiral up the wand.
Cyrus reached out his hand and held the handle, he felt a burst of energy flow through him and silver sparks came out of the tip.
Orion dodged Sarah's punch and countered with a sideways kick; Sarah easily blocked his kick and retaliated with a front kick.
The spar continued like this for twenty minutes until Orion saw an opening and aimed a punch at Sarah's head, he stopped his fist just before it made contact and stood still for a minute, breathing heavily.
Sarah and Orion both stood back, bowed to each other, which is what the Dojo master had taught them to do after a spar with anyone, and went to sit on the floor so the next spar could start.
Cyrus and Luke finished their spar not long after, with Cyrus as the winner, and came to sit next to them. They talked among themselves for a bit before Sarah suddenly said "I'm really gonna miss you guys, you know that right?"
Orion looked at her and saw that she was close to tears. "We know Sarah, don't know why though, you still got Lukey boy after all." "Hey!"
"I know, but it'll still only be me and Luke, we ain't gonna be a gang of four anymore, and that's gonna stink." "Yeah, it's gonna stink for me and Cyrus as well, we're gonna have to act posh!"
Orion really didn't like lying to Luke and Sarah, but he wasn't allowed to tell them about magic and their cover story was that they were going to a posh private school because of their high grades.
"Yeah I guess so, hey, can you tell me how you did it?" When she said that both Orion and Cyrus rolled their eyes, even Luke looked amused. Sarah had been trying to find out how they had done the end of year prank ever since it had happened; of course they weren't allowed to tell her because it involved magic.
Cyrus crossed his arms in a fake annoyed manner; in reality Orion could feel his amusement coming through the bond. "For the last time Sarah, pranksters do not reveal their secrets."
Orion couldn't help it, he laughed, whether it was because of the sly reference, about magicians not revealing their secrets, that only he would understand, or the fact that it was his brother saying such an absurd sentence he didn't know. He just laughed.
"You two need to behave while you're at school got that?" Cyrus and Orion exchanged a glance before saying, at the exact same time "Don't worry mum, we will!" Bellatrix sighed "Why do I not believe you?"
On platform nine and three quarters a family stood, staring at the people bustling about, the father was an average sized man with short brown hair. The mother was also of average size, with black hair tied into a ponytail, and the daughter was small for her age, she had brown eyes and bushy brown hair.
A man with red hair saw them and, temporarily leaving his own large family, walked over. "Hello, hello, this wouldn't happen to be your first time here would it?" The family jumped at the sound of his voice and seemed relatively embarrassed by his words.
"That obvious is it?" "No, no, I've been here so often that I find it easy to tell is all, Arthur Weasley by the way." The man held his hand out and the father of the family shook it.
"Dan Granger, nice to meet you, this here is my wife Jean-" "Hello" "-and our wonderful daughter Hermione, and it's her first year." Hermione blushed at her father's praise.
"First year huh? It's my Ron's first year to; he's the smallest boy standing over there." "Excuse me." "Yes... Hermione was it?" "Yes. I was wondering who they were, everyone seems to avoid them."
Arthur turned to see who Hermione was pointing at; it was Bellatrix Black and her two children. "Ah, I believe it would be best if you stayed away from them." "Why?" "...Have you heard of death eaters?" "Yes, I read about them in rise and fall of the dark arts, they were followers of You-know-who."
"Well, that woman is Bellatrix Black, she used to be one of the strongest supporters of He-who-must-not-be-named, and she was captured and put in Azkaban after You-know-who disappeared, but she was released in exchange for information about other death eaters. Despite being released there isn't any evidence to suggest her views on the world have changed. Her and her two children hardly ever leave their manor, so she's had plenty of time to teach them her view of the world."
"How horrible!" "Yes, I'm not saying that she's going to randomly start murdering people, or that the children even agree with her beliefs, but there's a chance and as a muggleborn its best if you avoid them."
Cyrus winced slightly as he heard the loud Weasley patriarch tell the family about them. Couldn't he at least speak quietly?
Next to him Orion's smile became noticeably more forced and their mum started whispering curses. Looking around he finally realised what a large berth everyone was giving them, and all the people glaring at them.
"Hey mum, I think we should probably get on the train now, otherwise we won't be able to find a compartment." His mum looked at him before looking at all the glaring people and nodding "I think that's a good idea."
Cyrus dragged his trunk onto the train, Diana was walking just in front of him, Orion was pulling his trunk along behind him and Ra was sitting on Orion's shoulders. Cyrus went straight to the back of the train and chose the compartment furthest away from the others; the train was still pretty much empty.
Cyrus sat down next to the window on the right chairs and Orion chose the window seat opposite, Ra flew into his cage, which was on the seat next to Orion, while Diana curled up on his lap and fell asleep. Sighing, Cyrus took out his book, Healer's Helpmate, and settled in for a long ride.
Fifteen minutes later he felt the train lurch and start moving forward, a girl stopped in front of the door to their compartment, she had already walked past it twice, and hesitated slightly before opening the door.
She was short, with hazel eyes and cropped, boyish looking, dark brown hair. She looked both nervous and scared "Um... I-I... I was won-wondering i-if I c-c-could stay in th-this compartment b-because a-a-all the o-others are f-full" scratch that, she was completely terrified, so much so that she was stuttering.
Cyrus didn't look up from his book as he replied with a casual "Sure." Watching her posture from the corner of his eyes Cyrus noticed that she seemed a strange mix of scared, relived and confused by his answer.
She put her trunk on the shelf and sat down; Cyrus saw her name written on her trunk, Whisper Taylor Debratus. Ah, that explains why she said every other compartment was full when there's too much space on the train for that to be possible.
Cyrus was bored and Orion was staring at the countryside through the window, taking the opportunity while he was distracted, Cyrus slipped into his brother's mind. It had become a sort of game for the two of them, to see how long they could stay in the others mind without being caught. It wasn't long before Cyrus came across Orion's thoughts.
Whisper Taylor Debratus, Whisper Taylor Debratus, where have I heard that name before? Deciding to reveal his presence so that he could explain to his brother Cyrus mentally sent 'She's the werewolf girl, remember?'
Orion jumped when he said that, causing Whisper to look at him strangely, Cyrus, for all appearances, was still reading his book. Not wanting to advertise the fact that something was going on to Whisper, Orion looked back out of the window instead of glaring at Cyrus. Cyrus found the whole thing hilarious, although he didn't show it.
'Dammit Cyrus! What the hell are you reading my mind for!' 'Just curious, I don't know why you're so angry; I just answered your question for you.'
'Well don't do it again! And what do you mean werewolf girl?' 'You don't remember? We over heard someone talking about it in Diagon alley. A werewolf and human had a child who's going to Hogwarts, her name was Whisper Taylor Debratus and, apparently, she inherited the werewolf curse from her mother' 'Oh yeah.'
Whisper was upset. Her mother had died last year, her dad had a rare illness that was only going to get worse and everywhere she went people glared at her and called her the 'werewolf girl'.
She hadn't even wanted to go to Hogwarts in the first place, but her dad had insisted that she take the opportunity and scraped together every penny he could find to buy her some hand-me-down robes, a battered trunk and the bare minimum of second hand school books.
She'd gotten on the train before everyone else so that she could avoid the crowded platform and find a compartment. Unfortunately the first group of students to enter her compartment had taken one look at her name, written on her trunk, called her the 'werewolf girl' and kicked her out.
Every other compartment she went to was either full or the people inside wouldn't let her in. Eventually she'd had no choice but to go to the compartment of the Black twins, since their mother used to be a death eater she expected them to treat her the same, or worse, then the other kids, which was why she'd avoided their compartment for so long.
She had mustered up all of her courage and opened the door; only make a complete fool of herself by stuttering her entire sentence. She had been surprised when the black and red haired one, who was reading a book, agreed to let her stay and had quickly put her trunk away before he could change his mind.
There had been one point, not long after the train had started, that the red haired boy jolted as though someone had surprised him, but other than that they completely ignored her. It felt, relieving, they didn't stare or glare or call her names, it felt wonderful.
It had been a few hours since then, and no one had said a word, so Whisper was slightly shocked when the black and red haired boy broke the silence. "We'll be arriving soon, we should probably change."
He then looked right at her. "Orion and I will leave the compartment while you change, afterwards you can leave while we change."
He then stood up and left the compartment, the redhead following soon after, before the door could close completely a bird and four legged animal followed the boys out, Whisper blinked, even with her enhanced wolf senses she hadn't noticed the two animals.
Whisper got changed quickly, throwing on her tattered old robe, and left the compartment. The two boys walked in after she left, the black and red haired one paused and said "We'll knock on the door when we're done" before closing the door.
Whisper waited outside, half expecting them to leave her there, when there was a knock on the door. She walked in and sat down on the same seat as before, know that she knew they were there she spotted a beautiful silver fox curled up on the black and red haired boy's lap.
The tip of the fox's tail and its paws were pitch black, it looked like it was asleep. In a cage on the shelf where their trunks were was a gorgeous falcon. It had orange and yellow feathers with red streaks in them; its eyes were the colour of the sun.
Not ten minutes later the train slowed to a halt and kids started getting off.
You may not have noticed but I've been dropping hints in the previous chapters about which house they would be in by mentioning their personality. Next chapter the twins get sorted and they get their timetables.
