I don't own Harry Potter.

I don't have a beta-reader, or rather I don't have a beta-reader that is willing to beta my stories. I will re-post it all of the errors corrected should Erfa ever return to me. My spell-checker and I went over it a couple of times, but that doesn't mean anything.

Chapter Four

After a few minutes of completely unorganized jostling about the halls, Harry found his next class. He took up the most unobtrusive seat in the room and opened his book, once again trying to look unapproachable. He realized he had failed when he felt a small hand come to rest on his shoulder. He normally would have withdrawn from such contact, but it didn't frighten him coming from June. He looked into her sparkling eyes and wanted to ask what it that was she found so funny, but he was distracted when he heard a soft but clear voice ask him, "Good book?"

Harry looked down at the library book on his desk, turned back to her and nodded. He was a bit relieved to know that she could speak at least, even if she didn't do it often.

"Have you gotten to the part with the bear?" she asked, her soft smile widening into a grin.

Harry snickered, and was about to take advantage of having someone who could hold an intelligent conversation, and was actually willing to, but just as he opened his mouth he was once again interrupted.

"Hey!" Izzy said as she ran into the room. "Can you believe Tanson broke up with me? The jerk!" She sat down next to June who had taken up the seat next to Harry. June rolled her eyes at her sister's theatrics. "I know!" Izzy said, misinterpreting the look on her twin's face, though Harry had a feeling it was on purpose.

"Izzy Blackwell," the chatty girl said holding her hand out to Harry.

"Harry Potter, um. nice to meet you," Harry said, nervously taking her hand.

"And this is June," Izzy continued, "but you've already met I guess."

Harry Potter had made his first true friends. They continued talking throughout the class. Actually, Harry and Izzy talked; June just listened with unveiled amusement.

They all agreed that civics was going to be their easiest class, as Mr. Bowing's entire lecture consisted of attendance (where Izzy once again answered for her sister) and, "Your vocabulary words and chapter questions are due on Friday. Keep the noise down so that the principal doesn't rag on us, and we'll get along swell." He then put on headphones started reading a magazine.

Harry and June copied the assignment off of the black board, to which Izzy stated that she would just copy theirs. June shook her head, and Harry gave an unsure, "Um. Okay," for which Izzy hugged him tightly. Harry tensed at the contact, but Izzy didn't seem to notice.

Harry was informed during to course of the class that they were indeed Principal Blackwell's daughters, that their mother was a doctor, and that they had two little brothers. Harry didn't volunteer any information about himself, but Izzy didn't seem to mind doing most of the talking.

Class ended, and Izzy told her sister where she would meet her for lunch and then bounded off for biology, her hand clasped firmly around Harry's wrist.

Much to Izzy's disappointment biology was not to be as simple as their civics class. The entire hour was spent taking notes as Mrs. Brown lectured.

Soon enough they were released to go to their thirty-minute lunch and Izzy was once again leading Harry through the maze of halls and toward the cafeteria.

They were nearly the first students there. Izzy soon had her food, and they went to the back of the steadily filling room and found a table in the corner to sit at.

"I can't believe you aren't eating," Izzy complained.

"Just not hungry," Harry lied. In reality, the Dursleys never gave him any money to buy lunch with.

"You're skin and bones. How are you not hungry?" she asked.

He shrugged, and then looked away, somewhat ashamed to have lied to the girl.

For the first time since Harry met her Izzy Blackwell willingly stopped talking, and instead began devouring her lunch. June joined the table soon thereafter.

"How was art?" Harry asked as she too dug into her meal, though at a much slower rate than her sister did. Sticking true to form she did not speak, but merely shrugged and smiled knowingly.

In a surprisingly short amount of time Izzy had finished her food. She got up from the table and took her tray to the front of the cafeteria.

June looked at him and smiled her knowing smile.

"What do you know that I don't know?" Harry asked her.

"A lot," she laughed. He huffed indignantly, making her laugh harder, but soon realized she meant no offense and smiled sheepishly.

"I don't doubt that," he reply, and she grinned mischievously. It was a look that gave Harry a strong feeling that trouble was on its way.

June got up to put away her tray just as Izzy got back to the table, looking at the both of them as though she were sure that they had been talking about her.

Izzy had started to ask Harry something when a loud rumbling from Harry's stomach interrupted her. "I told you that you're hungry!" she stated with a look of over exaggerated triumph.

Harry simply shrugged, a motion of indifference he had always used to drive people off. Izzy didn't seem to be going any were though.

"Will you be my boyfriend?" Izzy asked.

Harry had pretty much gotten used to random changes of topic when Izzy was around, but this one definitely caught him off guard. Harry gave her the same look he probably would have given Aunt Marge if she had started pinching his cheeks and baby talking to him, which is to say he was shocked speechless.

June was obviously not suffering from the same problem. When she found her way back to their table she rolled her eyes, something she seemed to do a lot around Izzy, and said, "Leave him alone, Iz," in an exasperated tone.

Izzy shrugged, completely unfazed by the reactions of the other two. "Whatever, I'm going to head toward art now. You two have fun!"

June got to her feet and raised an eyebrow. He answered her silent question by rising from his seat and following her out of the noisy room.

Harry looked over at his newfound friend. Ten years of being told never to ask questions were fighting against a stronger than average curiosity. Curiosity won out as she wasn't a Dursley, and seemed to be very patient and forgiving.

"Why don't you talk much?" Harry asked nervously as they neared their classroom.

She looked at him for a long moment, and Harry was sure she would remain silent and ignore that he had even asked a question. Harry wouldn't have really cared. He was used to people doing that, or worse, at home, but then she smiled brightly and answered with a shrug, "Iz talks enough for the both of us."

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George Platt watched as his goddaughter walked into his classroom with a true grin plastered across her face. They were all used to her sweet serene smile, but true joy was rare.

The cause of the foreign but welcome expression became apparent when a laughing black haired boy entered behind her. The two of them took up seats near the back of the room. George watched as the boy chatted quietly with best friend's little girl. His mouth dropped open slightly with shock as she replied to something the boy had said.

As far as George had been told June only ever talked to her sister at school, and had been very disappointed that he would have them in separate class.

Here she was though. Granted she didn't speak more often than she did, but her few answers endeared him to the boy immediately.

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The bell rang, and the room's attention turned to the teacher. Though they were soon distracted by a late arrival stumbling through the door, muttering his apologies.

"My name is Mr. Platt," the teacher stated, and Harry watched in confusion as June's grin grew slightly. "Before we start today's lesson. Attendance! Now, is Jeremy Adair here?" Mr. Platt questioned.

The boy who had shown up late raised his hand from the seat in front of June.

"Wonderful. Juniper Blackwell?" he called, and June raised her hand with a smirk.

Harry laughed softly and spoke up, "She goes by June, Mr. Platt," causing June to turn red in suppressed laughter.

English passed quickly, and although they had been given an entire book to read as homework that night Harry thought it was their best class yet.

A/N I know that it has been a while since I last updated. I have had this chapter for a while, and am through writing (not typing) the next. I am going to quit waiting for them to be looked over. You guys can live with a little bad grammar.