Hello – Parseltongue

"Hello" – Normal talking

'Hello' – Mind talking

Hello – Thinking

Summary: The prophecy is different; Harry Potter doesn't bear the scar. Yet, someone does and the wizarding 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.

Sirius sat a little straighter in his seat as the new first years filed into the hall. James had got a job at Hogwarts as the new flying instructor and Lily as the muggle studies professor, Sirius' cover for being here was to give his friends support and assist James with his flying lessons.

Of course those weren't the real reason's they were here. Despite allowing Bellatrix to go free the ministry were still wary of her and, by extension, her children, so when they found out that the Black twins were going to Hogwarts they'd sent aurors to watch them.

More specifically, they'd sent Sirius and James to watch them. Since Harry, their godson and son respectively, was also starting Hogwarts they'd jumped at the chance.

Dumbledore had been reluctant to allow them in knowing that they would be spying on the two children, and Sirius could understand how he felt, after all they were only children, but had agreed on the basis that it was better to watch them then have them do something wrong because of Bellatrix's influence.

Remus, however, was here for an entirely different matter. Another werewolf was coming to Hogwarts, just like when he was younger but with one big difference, everyone knew that she was a werewolf.

James and Lily had overheard a few nasty conversations about the child and warned Dumbledore that it might cause trouble, in response Dumbledore had asked Remus to stay at Hogwarts and offer comfort to the girl if she looked like she needed it. Remus, always eager to help a fellow werewolf, had agreed, although he would be keeping an eye on the twins as well.

Sirius was broken out of his thoughts by McGonagall's voice. "Black, Cyrus" Sirius looked at the Black and red haired child, he moved with an elfin grace and showed no emotions as he walked up to the stool.

Sirius remembered that Cyrus was the first born and heir to the most noble and ancient house of Black, he also noted that Cyrus' appearance and movement suited the title.

Sirius looked at him with hope in his eyes, he knew it was unlikely but he couldn't help but hope that the children would be like him. That hope rested solely on this sorting, he'd read up on twins after finding out that Bellatrix had twin children, twins were hardly ever sorted into separate houses, whatever house Cyrus went into, Orion would follow.

Cyrus had been unimpressed by the hats song; in fact he'd spent the entire time talking to his brother, and still was now. Although, it was mainly Orion doing the talking.

'-and piss on the ashes, I could fart a better song if I had to. I mean, it wasn't even in tune! Are you even listening to me Cyrus?'

Thankfully he was saved from answering by McGonagall's voice "Black, Cyrus" The hall went silent as Cyrus walked up to the hat, everyone was curious about the elusive Black twins; they hardly ever left their manor.

Cyrus turned and sat on the stool, easily ignoring some of the other kid's glares, and felt the hat slip over his eyes. 'Ah, another Black eh? Your family always has such interesting minds.'

'You're not my brother.' 'No I'm not, although I am curious as to why that was your first reaction, let's see... Ah! Here it is. A mind link hmm, now that is interesting, and this dreamscape of yours is truly magnificent.'

Cyrus tensed 'You won't tell anyone about that, will you?' 'Hm, my boy I couldn't even if I wanted to, I'm bound by ancient magic, not that I'd want to anyway, you and your brother are truly fascinating.'

'Hey Cyrus' 'I'm guessing that that was your brother?' 'Yes' '...Aren't you going to answer him? I wouldn't be offended you know' 'No'

'Very well then, let's get started. Hm, you're very knowledgeable, very knowledgeable indeed, and you read a lot, those are definitely Ravenclaw traits.'

'Hey Cyrus' 'So you'll put me in Ravenclaw then?' 'Hm, well you would definitely fit there, but you don't read for the sake of knowledge, you read because you view knowledge as power and believe it will help you to protect your brother. That's a Slytherin trait.'

'Hey Cyrus' 'What!' '...Nothing'

'...I'm gonna kill him' 'Ha, no you won't, you would die before you let someone hurt your brother, it's all here in your mind.' 'Fine... But I'm still gonna strangle him.'

'Hmm, your loyalty to your brother, mother and muggle friends could be considered as Hufflepuff... But no, you're only loyal to those who earn it. Let's see, you're definitely brave, in fact you're braver then most of the Gryffindor's I sort, you would gladly rush into a life threatening situation to save your brother and friends. But, again, Gryffindor is not the house for you, you would only risk your life for your brother and friends, not a stranger, and even then you would rule out all other options first.'

'Are you going to tell me all the reasons why I shouldn't be in a house or just sort me already?' 'Hm, Well I am truly sorry if I'm boring you-' the old hat sounded anything but sorry. '-but it is my job to find the proper house for you and this is the best way to do it.'

Cyrus gave a mental sigh. 'Fine, but can you please hurry up?' 'You feel the need to prove yourself, not strength wise, but you want to prove that you're not evil, in fact you're very ambitious. In the pranks that you and your brother pull you are the strategist, you still help to pull the pranks but are more useful with figuring out how to do so without being caught. You have a large amount of Slytherin traits... At the moment I'm debating whether you should go into Gryffindor or Slytherin. Do you have a preference?'

'Not really' Now that he'd gotten used to the hat's presence he could feel it going deeper into his mind. 'Hmm. Wait a minute. What's this? A parselmouth! Ho ho, I know just what to do with you.'

"Slytherin!"

Orion watched as Cyrus took his seat at the Slytherin table, he noticed that none of the Slytherin's applauded for him.

Orion had watched Cyrus carefully while he was being sorted, his brother had kept a blank mask on throughout the whole thing, although Orion had sensed the surprise, confusion, understanding, annoyance, curiosity and annoyance leaching through the bond, in that order.

He looked at the old hat curiously, what was so important about that piece of old cloth? Luckily, he didn't have to wait long to find out as McGonagall's stern voice called out. "Black, Orion"

Orion walked up to the stool, he wasn't as graceful as his brother, but he was happy to say that he could look relatively intimidating if he chose to, not that he usually did. This was the walk he used now.

He just had time to see Sirius look at him sadly before he sat down and the hat was on his head. It wasn't long before a voice, that was defiantly not his brothers, filled his head.

'So... This is the brother that I saw so much of in Cyrus' mind is it? Hmm, after meeting your brother I expected you to be more cunning.' 'Uh, okay?'

'Never mind, hm, unlike your brother you do not enjoy reading, whether for knowledge or power doesn't matter, you find both reasons boring when it comes to books. This rules out Ravenclaw. You're like your brother in the fact that you're only loyal to those who you believe deserve it, so Hufflepuff is also out of the question.'

No wonder Cyrus felt annoyed. 'What was that?' 'Nothing'

'...Hm, you're definitely a prankster that much is obvious, you're also extremely brave. You would save a complete stranger if you could. Very Gryffindor. But also very Slytherin. Your pranks, while straight forward, have an underlying current of Slytherin cunning, helping you to execute them well without leaving evidence behind. You don't trust people easily, and you use your cheerful attitude to your advantage, getting others to lower their guards, although your cheerful personality is real enough.'

'That. Is. so. Interesting.' 'Your sarcasm is very Slytherin as well. Still, taking all your traits and personality into account, I believe the best house for you is-'

"Gryffindor!"

Once again the hall was silent, although this time was more from shock then the hatred of his mother. He looked at the staff table and nearly lost control and started laughing at the looks on the teachers faces. Instead he turned and walked towards the Gryffindor table, he wasn't happy that the hat had put him in Gryffindor; he'd much prefer to be with Cyrus.

Sitting down he couldn't help but notice, everyone near him was turning in their seats, facing away from him. He felt the first tendrils of loneliness creep up on him, but they were quickly broken by the sound of Cyrus' voice in his head.

'Jeez bro, you just had to make a scene didn't you?'

He couldn't help it. He laughed.

Whisper stood in the crowd of other first years nervously, hoping no one would notice who she was.

When the train had stopped she'd stayed in the compartment for a few minutes to avoid the crowd, strangely enough the Black twins had stayed behind as well. While staying behind meant she could leave without anyone glaring at her, it also meant that the only free boat was the one that the Black twins were in.

So when the sorting had started she found herself paying extra attention to theirs, and had been just as surprised as everyone else by the red head, Orion, being put in Gryffindor. It had also been strange when Orion suddenly burst out laughing.

Their sorting had taken her mind of her own sorting momentarily, but now it was nearing her time, and she was nervous.

"Debratus, Whisper" Whisper jumped a bit when she heard her name, but walked up to the stool nonetheless. The hat slipped over her eyes, making her lose sight of the crowded hall, and she heard a strange voice in her head.

'A werewolf eh? Been a while since I've sorted one of you.' Great, even a bloody talking hat knows I'm a werewolf

'let's see now, you're ambitious, you want to succeed despite being a werewolf, but you don't really believe that's possible. You have a large amount of knowledge and you read a lot, but only because you never had any friends to play with and reading was the only thing you could do. You're defiantly brave, that much is obvious, but you're not loyal to anyone, because no one's ever been loyal to you. Hmm. Personally, I would put you in Gryffindor but, since you're a werewolf, I don't think I should.'

Whisper felt anger rise within her when he said that. 'Oh yeah, why? Do you not like werewolves either? Is that it?'

'Hm, no no, I've actually sorted a werewolf before, he went into Gryffindor, but no one knew he was a werewolf.' That gave her pause; a werewolf had come to Hogwarts before? '...How does that make a difference?'

'I am well aware of the prejudice people have against werewolves, the fact that no one knew he was one helped him live as normally as possible. I believe that the best place for you to go would be Hufflepuff. The house of Hufflepuff is supposed to be loyal, therefore your best chance of fitting in, or at the very least not being bullied, is if you go to Hufflepuff.'

'...That... makes sense.' 'Of course there's still a chance that being in Hufflepuff won't help whatsoever, but sometimes you've got to take a chance eh?' 'I... guess so... Okay then, do it.' 'Hm, defiantly Gryffindor...'

"Hufflepuff!"

The hat was lifted and Whisper went to sit at the Hufflepuff table. Despite the hats ideas the other children still turned away from her when she sat down.

Looking at Orion she saw that he was getting the same treatment from the Gryffindor's. That wasn't very surprising, what was surprising was that the same thing was happening to Cyrus at the Slytherin table. She had a feeling that she would be paying extra attention to the Black twins, they were quite unexpected.

Whisper sighed; it was going to be a long year.

I know I said that I would do timetables in this chapter, but I completely blanked out when I tried. Sorry. Anyway, I got my first review! I was actually kind of surprised by how happy I was. Next chapter really is the timetable, as well as a few lessons. Thanks for the review!