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Chapter Three, Answers
All through the night, Lissa was plagued by night terrors, despite the fact that she was wrapped up in her brother's arms.
Normally she would not have any night terrors if someone was sleeping with her. She tossed and turned the entire night,
sleeping very badly. When she finally woke up she wrapped her warms tightly around Gabe and buried her face into his chest.
He came from sleep moments later and ran his fingers through her hair.
"Morning Liss."
She did not reply and brought her face away from the steady beating of his heart.
"Gabe I think we need to talk to Professor Dumbledore. I want to know the meaning of the message on the wall."
"Message? What message?"
"At home. Whoever killed our parents wrote 'It is time to remind you of who you are' on the wall in Mum's blood. I need to
know."
"We'll go see him then after lunch, I need to finish the rest of my summer work."
"You haven't finished it yet? You've had a month and a half!"
"Not everyone in the world does all their work the moment they get it like you do, dearest sister."
A rude snort came from her as she hit him on the top of his head. "You are such a bastard, you know that?"
"I know it well dearest you tell me that ten times everyday at least."
"Bastard." She grumbled quietly and pulled out of the protective circle of his arms. She noticed she was wearing the simple
black skirt and shirt from the day before and scowled at her brother.
"So you couldn't even put me in my pajamas before you joined me in slumber?"
"I didn't want to wake you up.After the noise coming from the Hospital Wing and the intensity of the pain I felt coming from
you, I decided it'd be best if I just let you sleep."
A slight smile crept over Lissa's lips, her brother really cared. "Thanks Gabe. I probably would have done something extreme,
like make the room one hundred degrees below freezing to make you shut up or something."
He smiled and dropped his head back onto the pillow. "I'm going back to sleep for another few hours, see you in the
afternoon."
She sighed quietly, not disapprovingly, and quickly got a pair of dark jeans and t-shirt from wardrobe that mysteriously held all
of her clothing from her house and then walked into the large bathroom. Lissa's jaw dropped as she surveyed the room. The
bathtub took up the majority of one wall and was the size of a small swimming pool. There were hundreds of little faucets all
along one side, all of them different colors. There were two large showers and several sinks. Everything was a beautiful white
marble and the room looked like it had just come out of a Roman bathhouse. She dropped her clothes on the floor, and
stepped out of the ones she had slept in. A happy giggle came from her as she bound over to the tub. She turned several
faucets and giggled again when sea blue bubbles and a delicious ocean breeze smell came out along with hot water. Lissa
turned away from the tub and went over to a large cupboard and started digging around for a decent sized black towel. It
must have taken longer to find a towel of the proper size and color because when she turned around, then bathtub had over
flown. She let out a high pitched shriek and dove for her sopping clothes. She dug her wand out of the pocket of her skirt and
started waving it at all the water, screeching all the while. At one point during this escapade her brother came in and turned
the faucets off, the intelligent solution to the problem. Lissa blushed slightly and quickly waved her wand, the water
disappeared and her clothing dried out.
"Thanks Gabe." She was obviously not embarrassed about her brother being in the bathroom, but her hands crept to her
hips anyway. "Now please leave so I can take my bath in peace."
"Do I have to go?"
She snorted and took some bottle of the sink behind her and threw it at him. He caught it and smirked, then skipped out of the
bathroom like a little kid. She shook her head slowly and headed over to the tub, looking forward to a nice long soak.
An hour and a half later, Lissa came out of the bathroom dressed and smelling like a sea breeze. Gabe was sprawled out
of her bed, snoring pleasantly. She snorted and flicked her wand at him. A bucket of icy water appeared out of nowhere and
dumped its contents over his prone body. A hoarse yell came from him and he jumped to his knees. She started laughing loudly,
clapping her hands against her sides to keep them from splitting.
"Jesus Gabe, I wish I had recorded that!"
"Bitch."
"Bastard."
"Whore."
"Prick."
"Whore."
"Wanker."
"Whore."
"Jesus, try and be a little more original when you insult me man!"
She bounded over to her sopping brother and jumped onto the bed. For the moment all unhappy thoughts were blocked from
her mind as she threw her arms around his neck and hugged him tightly. Despite her brother's rather stupid moments, she
loved him dearly. He hugged her tightly back then pulled away. He looked at her now wet clothing and took his wand from
the bedside. He waved it at the both of them so she was dry and he was properly clothed.
"We should head to Dumbledore's office Liss. He probably knows we're coming. We can stop by the Great Hall first and snag
some late breakfast if you want."
"Hmm.Thanks for the offer Gabe, but with what is going on in my head, if I eat anything I think I'll be sick."
He nodded and headed out of the Headgirl's rooms, wondering what was on his sister's mind that was so affecting her.
A few minutes later the twins were rather nervously knocking on the large door to Dumbledore's study. The moment
Gabe's knuckles connected with the wood, the door swung open to a book laden room. Dumbledore sat behind the large
desk and motioned for them to take the two seats in front of him.
"What can I do for you two?"
"Well Professor, there are a number of things I wish to ask you. First of all, what did that message on the wall mean? I mean
what does 'It is time to remind you of who you are.' Have anything to do with Gabe and me?"
"Well Analissa, I should probably begin 19 years ago. Chailyn Moss and Lionel Roza were both in their fifth year when they
began to date. For the rest of their time here, they were together. Very soon after they graduated they were married. Chailyn
was a Ravenclaw and a pureblood from a very old family. Lionel was a Slytherin and the blood of his family was considered the
most pure, more so than that of the Malfoys. The wealth of his family tripled at least that of the Malfoys. Their relationship was
quite a surprise to everyone here I can tell you that. Sadly, Lionel was lured by the powers of the Dark and became a
deatheater. Within months he was in Voldemort's inner most circle being trusted with the Dark Lord's secrets. About a year
after he was accepted into the ranks of the deatheaters, Chailyn gave birth to their first child. Or should I say children. She
bore twins. It was a very strange case, that of those twins. They started out as one and when they split one became a boy, the
other a girl. It did and still does confound everyone at St. Mungos. I suspect you two are wondering what this has to do with
you." He looked at Lissa who seemed to be on the verge of a breakthrough. Her brow was creased as her gaze burned into the
desk. Gabe was simply staring at Dumbledore, his mind whirring. "I'll get to that part later. As I was saying, a year after the
two were born tragedy struck. Two aurors came to their house and killed them."
"They killed the twins too?" Lissa butted in that look of confusion deepening.
"That is the strange thing my dear. The bodies of the infants were never found, neither was Chailyn's diary, the key to the
Roza's many back accounts, nor the family crest. It is believed that she somehow sent the twins away before she was killed."
"Professor, who were the aurors who killed the Rozas?" Gabe murmured.
"James Potter and Arthur Weasley."
"What does this have to do with us Professor?" Lissa whispered urgently.
"I would like to ask you both a question before I answer yours. You both have a birthmark of a flower, a rose to be exact, right
below your ankle, correct?" Both teenagers nodded mutely. "Then I am correct. This will come as a great shock to you two,
but you are the missing Roza twins."
For a moment there was silence, then Lissa began to laugh loudly. Gabe looked at his sister and smacked her across the head,
a scowl on his face. "Don't laugh Liss."
"Why? What Professor Dumbledore has told us makes absolutely no sense."
"On the contrary Liss, it makes perfect sense. The message on the wall? It makes sense. Why we look different then
our.adoptive parents. Your necklace and that belt you have that has that crest on it. It all makes perfect sense! Why can't
you see that?"
Lissa stared blankly at her brother, then at the headmaster and then closed her eyes. This was too much information to take in
and a powerful migraine descended its sharp talons into her head. She sighed quietly as she slowly opened her eyes, the dark
brown hues almost sad.
"If all you say is true Professor, then how can I ever look at two of my best friends and not remember the horrors that their
fathers have committed against my family?"
"My dear, I know it will be hard for you and your brother, but you are strong. You will be able to get through this."
"Professor, I would like to ask something of you. Is it possible for a student to be resorted?"
"It is possible, but it is not done often. It is only allowed for the student's protection."
Gabe looked at his sister and knew what was going on in her head. He perfectly understood why she wanted to be resorted,
she would probably rip Harry and Ron's heads off the next time she saw them. If she was to be resorted, then he would be too.
He wrapped a comforting arm around her and waited for her to finish.
"Professor, I wish to be resorted. It is not so much for my safety, but for the safety of Harry and Ron. I don't believe I'll be able to
share a house with them without seriously damaging their health. Please?"
"I too wish to be resorted Professor for the reason my sister has stated."
Dumbledore looked at the two teenagers, his expression unreadable. He knew the right decision was to let them be resorted,
but there was something deep in his chest that was telling him not to. He quickly pushed the feeling away and let a slight smile
spread across his lips. "I will allow you two to be resorted, under one condition though. You will not be able to retain your
current names; it will mess up school records. You will need to be under the names your blood parents gave you. If you agree,
you will be resorted at the opening feast."
"We agree." The twins said together, for a moment they sounded like the one they once were. Dumbledore repressed a slight
shudder at the eerie sound of the intertwined voices and nodded.
"All right then children, is there anything else you wish to ask me?"
"Do I still get to be Headgirl Professor?"
"Yes my dear. Simply because your name has been changed, does not mean you will have to abdicate your place."
Lissa smiled slightly and leaned against her brother. She felt better now, but a feeling of fear weighed heavily down on her
shoulders. She did not want to face Harry, Ron, and the rest of the Gryffindors when term came round again. It would be
especially hard for her to see Ron, before the previous term was let out, they had been together. She heaved a mental sigh
and returned her attention to the question her brother was asking.
Hey! Tis me again, as always I ask you to review. Your Lord and Master, Foamy the Squirrel
Chapter Three, Answers
All through the night, Lissa was plagued by night terrors, despite the fact that she was wrapped up in her brother's arms.
Normally she would not have any night terrors if someone was sleeping with her. She tossed and turned the entire night,
sleeping very badly. When she finally woke up she wrapped her warms tightly around Gabe and buried her face into his chest.
He came from sleep moments later and ran his fingers through her hair.
"Morning Liss."
She did not reply and brought her face away from the steady beating of his heart.
"Gabe I think we need to talk to Professor Dumbledore. I want to know the meaning of the message on the wall."
"Message? What message?"
"At home. Whoever killed our parents wrote 'It is time to remind you of who you are' on the wall in Mum's blood. I need to
know."
"We'll go see him then after lunch, I need to finish the rest of my summer work."
"You haven't finished it yet? You've had a month and a half!"
"Not everyone in the world does all their work the moment they get it like you do, dearest sister."
A rude snort came from her as she hit him on the top of his head. "You are such a bastard, you know that?"
"I know it well dearest you tell me that ten times everyday at least."
"Bastard." She grumbled quietly and pulled out of the protective circle of his arms. She noticed she was wearing the simple
black skirt and shirt from the day before and scowled at her brother.
"So you couldn't even put me in my pajamas before you joined me in slumber?"
"I didn't want to wake you up.After the noise coming from the Hospital Wing and the intensity of the pain I felt coming from
you, I decided it'd be best if I just let you sleep."
A slight smile crept over Lissa's lips, her brother really cared. "Thanks Gabe. I probably would have done something extreme,
like make the room one hundred degrees below freezing to make you shut up or something."
He smiled and dropped his head back onto the pillow. "I'm going back to sleep for another few hours, see you in the
afternoon."
She sighed quietly, not disapprovingly, and quickly got a pair of dark jeans and t-shirt from wardrobe that mysteriously held all
of her clothing from her house and then walked into the large bathroom. Lissa's jaw dropped as she surveyed the room. The
bathtub took up the majority of one wall and was the size of a small swimming pool. There were hundreds of little faucets all
along one side, all of them different colors. There were two large showers and several sinks. Everything was a beautiful white
marble and the room looked like it had just come out of a Roman bathhouse. She dropped her clothes on the floor, and
stepped out of the ones she had slept in. A happy giggle came from her as she bound over to the tub. She turned several
faucets and giggled again when sea blue bubbles and a delicious ocean breeze smell came out along with hot water. Lissa
turned away from the tub and went over to a large cupboard and started digging around for a decent sized black towel. It
must have taken longer to find a towel of the proper size and color because when she turned around, then bathtub had over
flown. She let out a high pitched shriek and dove for her sopping clothes. She dug her wand out of the pocket of her skirt and
started waving it at all the water, screeching all the while. At one point during this escapade her brother came in and turned
the faucets off, the intelligent solution to the problem. Lissa blushed slightly and quickly waved her wand, the water
disappeared and her clothing dried out.
"Thanks Gabe." She was obviously not embarrassed about her brother being in the bathroom, but her hands crept to her
hips anyway. "Now please leave so I can take my bath in peace."
"Do I have to go?"
She snorted and took some bottle of the sink behind her and threw it at him. He caught it and smirked, then skipped out of the
bathroom like a little kid. She shook her head slowly and headed over to the tub, looking forward to a nice long soak.
An hour and a half later, Lissa came out of the bathroom dressed and smelling like a sea breeze. Gabe was sprawled out
of her bed, snoring pleasantly. She snorted and flicked her wand at him. A bucket of icy water appeared out of nowhere and
dumped its contents over his prone body. A hoarse yell came from him and he jumped to his knees. She started laughing loudly,
clapping her hands against her sides to keep them from splitting.
"Jesus Gabe, I wish I had recorded that!"
"Bitch."
"Bastard."
"Whore."
"Prick."
"Whore."
"Wanker."
"Whore."
"Jesus, try and be a little more original when you insult me man!"
She bounded over to her sopping brother and jumped onto the bed. For the moment all unhappy thoughts were blocked from
her mind as she threw her arms around his neck and hugged him tightly. Despite her brother's rather stupid moments, she
loved him dearly. He hugged her tightly back then pulled away. He looked at her now wet clothing and took his wand from
the bedside. He waved it at the both of them so she was dry and he was properly clothed.
"We should head to Dumbledore's office Liss. He probably knows we're coming. We can stop by the Great Hall first and snag
some late breakfast if you want."
"Hmm.Thanks for the offer Gabe, but with what is going on in my head, if I eat anything I think I'll be sick."
He nodded and headed out of the Headgirl's rooms, wondering what was on his sister's mind that was so affecting her.
A few minutes later the twins were rather nervously knocking on the large door to Dumbledore's study. The moment
Gabe's knuckles connected with the wood, the door swung open to a book laden room. Dumbledore sat behind the large
desk and motioned for them to take the two seats in front of him.
"What can I do for you two?"
"Well Professor, there are a number of things I wish to ask you. First of all, what did that message on the wall mean? I mean
what does 'It is time to remind you of who you are.' Have anything to do with Gabe and me?"
"Well Analissa, I should probably begin 19 years ago. Chailyn Moss and Lionel Roza were both in their fifth year when they
began to date. For the rest of their time here, they were together. Very soon after they graduated they were married. Chailyn
was a Ravenclaw and a pureblood from a very old family. Lionel was a Slytherin and the blood of his family was considered the
most pure, more so than that of the Malfoys. The wealth of his family tripled at least that of the Malfoys. Their relationship was
quite a surprise to everyone here I can tell you that. Sadly, Lionel was lured by the powers of the Dark and became a
deatheater. Within months he was in Voldemort's inner most circle being trusted with the Dark Lord's secrets. About a year
after he was accepted into the ranks of the deatheaters, Chailyn gave birth to their first child. Or should I say children. She
bore twins. It was a very strange case, that of those twins. They started out as one and when they split one became a boy, the
other a girl. It did and still does confound everyone at St. Mungos. I suspect you two are wondering what this has to do with
you." He looked at Lissa who seemed to be on the verge of a breakthrough. Her brow was creased as her gaze burned into the
desk. Gabe was simply staring at Dumbledore, his mind whirring. "I'll get to that part later. As I was saying, a year after the
two were born tragedy struck. Two aurors came to their house and killed them."
"They killed the twins too?" Lissa butted in that look of confusion deepening.
"That is the strange thing my dear. The bodies of the infants were never found, neither was Chailyn's diary, the key to the
Roza's many back accounts, nor the family crest. It is believed that she somehow sent the twins away before she was killed."
"Professor, who were the aurors who killed the Rozas?" Gabe murmured.
"James Potter and Arthur Weasley."
"What does this have to do with us Professor?" Lissa whispered urgently.
"I would like to ask you both a question before I answer yours. You both have a birthmark of a flower, a rose to be exact, right
below your ankle, correct?" Both teenagers nodded mutely. "Then I am correct. This will come as a great shock to you two,
but you are the missing Roza twins."
For a moment there was silence, then Lissa began to laugh loudly. Gabe looked at his sister and smacked her across the head,
a scowl on his face. "Don't laugh Liss."
"Why? What Professor Dumbledore has told us makes absolutely no sense."
"On the contrary Liss, it makes perfect sense. The message on the wall? It makes sense. Why we look different then
our.adoptive parents. Your necklace and that belt you have that has that crest on it. It all makes perfect sense! Why can't
you see that?"
Lissa stared blankly at her brother, then at the headmaster and then closed her eyes. This was too much information to take in
and a powerful migraine descended its sharp talons into her head. She sighed quietly as she slowly opened her eyes, the dark
brown hues almost sad.
"If all you say is true Professor, then how can I ever look at two of my best friends and not remember the horrors that their
fathers have committed against my family?"
"My dear, I know it will be hard for you and your brother, but you are strong. You will be able to get through this."
"Professor, I would like to ask something of you. Is it possible for a student to be resorted?"
"It is possible, but it is not done often. It is only allowed for the student's protection."
Gabe looked at his sister and knew what was going on in her head. He perfectly understood why she wanted to be resorted,
she would probably rip Harry and Ron's heads off the next time she saw them. If she was to be resorted, then he would be too.
He wrapped a comforting arm around her and waited for her to finish.
"Professor, I wish to be resorted. It is not so much for my safety, but for the safety of Harry and Ron. I don't believe I'll be able to
share a house with them without seriously damaging their health. Please?"
"I too wish to be resorted Professor for the reason my sister has stated."
Dumbledore looked at the two teenagers, his expression unreadable. He knew the right decision was to let them be resorted,
but there was something deep in his chest that was telling him not to. He quickly pushed the feeling away and let a slight smile
spread across his lips. "I will allow you two to be resorted, under one condition though. You will not be able to retain your
current names; it will mess up school records. You will need to be under the names your blood parents gave you. If you agree,
you will be resorted at the opening feast."
"We agree." The twins said together, for a moment they sounded like the one they once were. Dumbledore repressed a slight
shudder at the eerie sound of the intertwined voices and nodded.
"All right then children, is there anything else you wish to ask me?"
"Do I still get to be Headgirl Professor?"
"Yes my dear. Simply because your name has been changed, does not mean you will have to abdicate your place."
Lissa smiled slightly and leaned against her brother. She felt better now, but a feeling of fear weighed heavily down on her
shoulders. She did not want to face Harry, Ron, and the rest of the Gryffindors when term came round again. It would be
especially hard for her to see Ron, before the previous term was let out, they had been together. She heaved a mental sigh
and returned her attention to the question her brother was asking.
Hey! Tis me again, as always I ask you to review. Your Lord and Master, Foamy the Squirrel