A/N: Hey again! Thanks to the people who send me the lovely reviews (smiles all around :) ) This chapter you'll read how Hannah did what she did with Ivy Sheila and Ramona when they started talking about Drosie. And how her and Harry are a very special pair of twins...so no more talking from me...enjoy the chapter...and as always, reviews are loved!

Chapter 14

Powers and Talents

After Professor Dumbledore collected my brother, we went up to his office, which was guarded by a gargoyle. I was scared. I didn't do anything wrong…did I?

"Have a seat, please you two." Dumbledore said, with a smile gesturing to two chairs in front of his desk.

Harry and I exchanged glances and sat down.

"First off, how has the adjustment from being Muggle children to being magic gone for you?"

"Well, thank you, sir." I said, a little grateful for the asking.

"Fine, sir." Harry said.

"Are we in trouble?" Harry and I asked together.

"No, not at all. But I wished to speak to you for some time. And seeing Ms Potter in the courtyard with her friends…doing what she was doing, gave me the perfect chance. I wish to tell you something about the day you were born."

"All right, Professor." I said.

"First off, no, I will not-"

"Be telling us the people who died at Voldemort's hand ten years ago are not our parents, nor are we twins." I said, tapping into my Headmaster's thoughts "Was that what you were going to say, sir?"

"Yes, exactly. Anyways, do either of you know who's the older twin?"

Harry and I exchanged glances "No." we said together finally.

"Well, let's just start by saying, Harry, you are exactly twenty-four hours older than Hannah. You were born on the same time, a whole day apart. And…you are very lucky to have not suffered some difficulties with your life, or magic."

"What do you mean, sir?" I asked.

"Well, Hannah, you had a little difficulty being born, and, wait, before I go any further, I wish to tell you that you are very special twins, you are fraternal, completely different, yet, you came from the same egg."

I looked at Harry, it was true, he looked nothing like me. Sure, we both had black hair, but, my eyes were metallic blue in colour and Harry's were green. We were always told by the wizarding community that Harry looked like Dad, with Mum's eyes. And I looked like Mum, except the hair colour, but I didn't have my parents' eyes.

"You were saying, sir?" Harry said.

"Anyways, in the twenty four hours before Hannah was born, you, Harry had some difficulties. We needed Healers at St Mungo's, our hospital by the way, on hand around the clock to care for you. And yet, when Hannah finally was born, something about that first scream she made changed you around. You were breathing without help from a magical aid or anything. You seemed to be, a healthy baby boy.

But Hannah was another story. Hannah was the runt. She needed the extra attention, and when nobody gave it to you, Hannah. You threw a fit…which resulted in what I saw in the courtyard."

I looked down at my hands "You mean?"

"Yes, I know there was a fireball in your hands, Hannah. That was your power. You can control the elements, fire especially. And, when you cried, it would rain. That's how powerful a witch you are. And on top of that, psychic and telepathic. Good Lord, no wonder you were Sorted into Slytherin."

"Does Harry have any powers, sir?" I asked.

"Yes, Harry has the power to know when something is wrong with his sister. And you have that same power, with that neck scar of yours."

"What do you mean, sir?" I asked.

"Well, when you lived in a Muggle neighbourhood, didn't you feel anything go funny with your scar?"

"Yes, come to think of it. Whenever Harry was in trouble, my scar would prickle."

"That is another power. You know when something is wrong with Harry. Harry possibly has similar ways of knowing when something is wrong with you, but maybe your twin telepathy is that way. That is all, you may go now."

Harry and I looked at each other and I saw for the first time since we arrived our differences.

There was Harry, tall, lean, speckled, kind of tanned, green eyes that once belonged to my mother, pure emeralds. And a Gryffindor

Then there was me. Small, scrawny, pale, and eyes that were like sapphires. And a Slytherin

But, there were similarities. We were both fast. We both had raven hair, we both played Quidditch. And we loved each other.