I don't own Harry Potter. Parts of France, yes. Harry Potter, no.

A/N I know that it is short (I promised Luci I would update as a bribe, and then my grandpa got into a car wreck, and I had to make soup, and cake, and I'm babbling), and that I am once again Erfaless, but if I wait for everything to be perfect, I would never post. I'm sorry. Maybe I'll go over each chapter with a fine-tooth comb after I finish it all, and re-post the perfect version. I don't know. If you find anything too terrible, and it bugs you enough, tell me and I'll fix it and re-post.

In answer to the question that was in every single review that Luci didn't write. Yes, Harry Potter is actually a squib.

Chapter three

After several minutes and a few wrong turns Harry seated himself in a desk off to the far right of the empty classroom where his first class, arithmetic, was to take place. He chose a seat on the opposite side of the room from the door, not in the back because that was where the bullies always sat, and not in the front because he didn't want the teacher to take much notice of him.

The seats around him slowly began to fill with happy talkative children. He didn't recognize most of them, as there were at least twelve different primary schools that sent their students here. Harry turned his body toward the wall next to him and brought his book close to his face. He wasn't actually reading it, but merely trying to blend in with the wall, or at least look unapproachable while he listened to the conversations going on around him.

A pair of boys behind him were discussing a soccer game they had been to recently, while a girl in front of him was twittering on about some heartthrob or another. A girl who by the sound of it was sitting only a few seats over from Harry was talking nearly nonstop to someone who it seemed wasn't answering, or wasn't listening. I didn't seem to phase the talkative one though. She just kept on going.

"She's supposed to be one of the best teachers in the whole school. I hope we don't get any homework today. Okay, I hope we don't get any homework ever, but especially today. I am really going to try to be on the school paper. I know they don't like the younger students to write for the paper." Harry nearly laughed. You could tell how nervous she was by how quickly all of the words left her mouth, but you could also hear who excited she was about each and every topic she ran through.

All too soon, as Harry was rather enjoying the girl's opinions on various topics, the teacher cam in and stood in front of her students. Harry turned to face her and caught sight to a girl two seats over doing the same.

"My name is Mrs. Right," the teacher announced. Her straight black hair was cut short just below her ears, and bounced with every move of her jaw. "Before we begin I need to find out who we have with us today and who's missing," she took out a notebook and began to call attendance.

"Jeremy," was the first name on the list, and was answered to with a simple, "Here," for the back of the room.

"Isabella," was the next to be called and was answered to in the same enthusiastic voice Harry had been listening to before class. It belonged to the girl two seats over from him. She raised her hand high into the air. "I go by Izzy please, Mrs. Right," Izzy said. Mrs. Right nodded that she had heard and marked it down in the notebook.

"Juniper," was after Izzy, and the girl next to Harry raised her hand as Izzy answered. "She goes by June, Mrs. Right," she supplied helpfully.

"That's fine, Izzy, but please let her speak for herself from now on," Mrs. Right scolded in what Harry thought might have passed for a patient tone if he hadn't caught the glint of annoyance in her dark brown eyes.

Harry looked over at the girls next to him, feeling that it was safe now that everyone's attention was on the teacher. He immediately noticed several very interesting things about these fellow students. One was that they were exactly the same. They had the same nose, same eyes, and same mouth. They both had the same blond hair, and the same small figure. Harry was surprised he hadn't noticed before that they were twins.

The second thing that caught his attention was how different the two of them were. Every single thin that they could control about themselves was completely different. June's hair was tied back in a thick braid that fell past her waist. Izzy's was up in tiny brightly colored clips around her face, as the back fell loose, and slightly curly, just below her shoulders. She wore tiny silver earrings, and her cheeks, lips, and eyes were colored in ways that did not come naturally. Not to say she didn't look a dream, just not natural. June on the other hand didn't appear to have her ears pierced, and if she did wear make up, it wasn't obvious. While Izzy sported earrings, several bracelets, a strap of leather around her neck with what appeared to be a coin attached to it, and at least three rings so far as Harry could see, June didn't appear to care much for jewelry. Harry thought that he caught sight of a fine silver chain around her neck as she shifted slightly in her seat, but couldn't be sure, as it was well hidden under her shirt, if it was there at all. Izzy had her books covered in various stickers, and thrown at her feet. She sat with her feet tucked underneath her and was scribbling on a sheet of paper her desk, while June was seated with her perfect set of books on the desk in front of her, hands in her lap, and feet on the floor. It was shocking to see just how different two people could be, even without the two being identical twins.

Another attribute that the twins shared, despite their extreme differences, was that they were both extremely beautiful. Harry had no doubt that they had both had boys chasing after them their whole lives.

"Harry," Mrs. Right called sometime later, startling him out of his mental commentary on the twins.

"Um, here," Harry replied quietly, raising his hand slightly.

There were a few names after Harry, and then Mrs. Right began her lecture. She spent the hour going over the school rules and what would be covered in her class.

It was about five minutes before they were to be released when she handed out their class schedules, leaving just enough time to look over your own, and those of the people sitting around you.

Harry looked at his schedule.

Arithmetic/ Right/ 113

Elementary Civics/ Bowing/ 156

Basic Biology/ Brown/ 208

First lunch

English Lit (H)/ Platt/ 111

Phys Ed/ Wash/ Gym

Art/ Torres/ 252

He had started mapping out a route to his next class in his head, when he felt someone's gaze upon him. He looked over to find June staring at him with more than a little amusement in her eyes. Her other features held no hint of what her traitorous eyes were screaming, but instead showed a pleasant smile. She held her class schedule out to him, and he took it, reluctantly handing his own over to her. He was afraid that if he hadn't she would have been upset with him, and he didn't want that for some reason.

Her schedule was nearly the same as Harry's, except where he had biology as his third class she had art, and advanced biology took up the last spot on the page.

June tapped her sister on the shoulder and held out her hand, into which a sheet of paper was dropped. June handed the paper over to Harry who then unfolded it to reveal Izzy's schedule. She, like her sister, had all the same classes as Harry except for two. She had art after lunch, and it appeared that she wasn't taking honors English, though Harry was a little curious as to why he was taking it. Harry handed both pieces of paper back to the still grinning blonde, and hesitantly returned he smile.

The bell rang, and the classes were all unleashed upon the unsuspecting hall. Harry quickly made his way out of the room, dodging between the loitering masses, and headed toward civics.

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June watched on as the young man she been sitting next to darted out of the classroom. This Harry Potter was a bit of a mystery to her, and she had always loved a good mystery. She was definitely going to have to solve this. She already had some theories, but it would take some time before she could say for sure.

A/N Hopefully the next one will longer. Please, pretty please review! I love reviews. I look forward to them greatly. They make me feel all warm and fuzzy inside. It is very disconcerting to feel fuzzy inside, but hey.. Whatever. I like it.