CelticLady- Well, dumb idea, but I've recently gotten a second muse, and he wouldn't stop harassing me until I wrote it down! I believe you all know Sirius Black?

Sirius- Grins

CL- Well, pretty much all I own is the twins, who you'll see soon!

I've changed some things, proofed it, and there should be a new chappie coming soon.

dreams

/ \ Twin telepathy

thought

Sunnydale. CA.

"Wake up, Tyler Harris!" His sister poked him.

"Don' wanna... gimme a minute sis..." The boy mumbled.

"We're going to be late for school, and I still have to get Xander up!" Tina Harris rolled her eyes. "Up. Now."

"He's almost in high school, he can get himself up..." Tyler muttered again

"Honestly! Willow's mom agreed to give us all a ride, but you two have to be ready! Besides, we were bumped up to that grade so we should act that age!" Tina chided

"Then get back in bed..."

"UGGGGGHHHH!" Tina threw her hands into the air, her golden eyes flashed, "XANDER! GET UP! And help me pry my lazy brother out of bed!"

"In a minute, Tina. What do you think of this outfit?" A blue and red Hawaiian shirt.

"You're actually awake? And...DRESSED?" Tina was shocked.

"Hey, this is Eighth Grade! This is our last year in the middle school! WE are now the big ones on campus!" Xander said happily.

"It IS just middle school, Xan-man." Tyler yelled from bed.

"By all rights, you two should be even more excited, I mean, you two are only twelve!" Xander, took a breath to rant on about his cousins being "total brainiacs", a lecture Tina was far too used to.

She cut him off. "Yeah, well, try getting sleeping beauty out of bed, I still need to finish with my hair."

"Ok, cuz."

"Thank you. Oh, and you look like Hawkeye Pierce." She added.

"Sweet."

"You look sorta' dead." Willow noted, toying with the end of one of her dark red braids.

"He was up late watching the Midnight Run on toonami, Will." Tina informed him disapprovingly.

"You did know we have school today, right?"

"Yeah, whatever..." Tyler raked the light brown hair out of his eyes, "That doesn't mean I have to like the idea. And now I have to put up with Cordelia Chase every. Single. Day."

"Welcome to our world, Ty." Xander replied.

Elsewhere

"Well, another year starts tomorrow, Hagrid. Are you ready?"

"'O course, Headmaster!" The genial giant beamed.

"Nice to know not much has changed around old Hogwarts. So Harry'll in his second year?" Remus asked quietly.

"Yep." Hagrid nodded.

"Growing up fast, I guess. How is he? Lily was a sweet woman, but that sister of hers was always awful!"

"True, but he's family, and only a child!" Dumbledore protested, knowing Remus's objections.

"Didn' stop 'em as far as I saw." Hagrid grumbled.

"Remus, I trust you've noticed the signs? Unfortunately, Voldemort may not be as gone as we had hoped." Dumbledore changed the subject.

"Do you think? I almost thought that the fight was over..." Remus said wearily.

"We all knew what the prophecy said." Dumbledore reminded them.

THAT NIGHT

She was a lovely young girl, with eyes just like his own, and a quiet, patient manner. Just like him, but with dark hair... The boy was slightly tall, muscular, with the same light brown hair and golden eyes that he himself saw in the mirror. 12. The same age as Harry.

"Daddy, will you write to us at Hogwarts?"

"Of course, Tina."

"I'm gonna miss you. Do you think I'll be in Gryffindor too?"

"I don't see why you wouldn't be, but I love you either way."

"I love you too, Daddy."

The next few moments gave the impression of time passing. He wanted to hold on to that moment, even if it was only a little while longer, but it slid like sand through his fingers. Then there was a wedding. He was walking her down the aisle, to the waiting arms of a man that looked like James, except for the very distinctive lightning bolt shaped scar down the center of his forehead.

And the eyes. Lily's bright green eyes that shone with love as he looked at his glowing bride.

Remus looked at her. The same golden eyes she had from him, the same dark, dark hair, marred only by a single streak of pale white. One that had come from a shock she should never have had to experience. But that was the past.

"Do you, Harry James Potter, take Krystina Rea Lupin, to be your lawfully wedded wife, to love and to cherish, for richer or for poorer, in sickness and in health, till death do you part?"

"I do."

"And do you, Krystina, take Harry as your lawfully wedded husband, to love and to cherish, for richer or for poorer, in sickness and in health, till death do you part?"

"With all of my heart, I do."

And so his daughter married his best friend's son. James would have been so happy. Lily would have cried, and Sirius would have made inappropriate jokes while silently thanking heaven that his godson was finally happy with the woman he loved.

Abruptly, he was torn away, looking at the little girl again, from across the ocean, to a warmer place. The ground opened up, fanged, fiery, terrible, and a cloaked figure spoke—"You seek Gemini, wolf. Find them where the mouth of hell opens on the earth. Their gift is unseen."

And the gound spoke as well: "From beneath you it devours."

The dream ended, as it always did, before he could ask any questions. The Prophecy was new, but the dreams were always of the same two—the boy, Tyler, and the girl, Tina, or Krystina. Now he knew he had to look for them. 'Gemini'? 'mouth of hell'? Remus sighed. The only one who could help him was Albus Dumbledore. He looked out at the night, trying to figure out how to write what he had to write without sounding insane. Who am I kidding? There is no way!

Albus

I know this is going to sound strange, but I need your help solving a mystery.

I've been having dreams for the longest time, about a young girl and boy.

My children. I don't know how, or when, but they are.

The only clues I have to them are names: Krystina Rea, and Tyler John.

I don't know which last names they go by now.
And there is a prophecy—"You seek Gemini, wolf. Find them where the mouth of hell opens on the earth. Their gift is unseen."

They are across the ocean...somewhere hot, dangerous. That's all I know. Can you find them?

Thanks,

Remus

Hogwarts

That shouldn't be so hard. Thought Albus as he perused the letter, The 'mouth of hell'? The Hellmouth. Sunnydale. Gemini is twins. And as Remus's children, they'd have to be gifted with magic. Fairly powerful, too, I'd guess. Poor fellow; he must be pretty lonely! I shouldn't write back until I've found them, and ascertained their whereabouts, status, and...last name. Funny, though, I never thought Remus would be the sort to have illegitimate children running about—rather seemed more Sirius's style! I'll contact the Watcher's council, they know who every inhabitant of Sunnydale is, and surely they'll be willing to begin to repay the debt they owe me.

Sunnydale October 31

"Do you like my costume?" Tina spun around, cape and robes flaring.

"It's cute...What are you?" He asked.

"Xannnderrrrr! I'm a druid! See? The wand? The runes?"

"Oh... Ty's a wolf." Xander groped for a change of topic.

"I know."

"How? You haven't seen it yet, and he's been all secretive about it."

"Twin thing." She replied.

"Oh... Why can't I have powers like that?" Xander half-whined.

"It's not all cool. I woke up with everything in my room floating this morning..." She griped.

"Really? Cool!" He was enthusiastic.

"Not as cool as you think..."

"Could be worse, Ty's powers always make his pen explode, or his pants lose every thread holding them together! Who cares if your hair turns red some times and you can glow in the dark? Ok, even I realized that sounded bad... And putting down the shovel and walking away before I dig myself deeper..." He squirmed

"You tried... Every year it just gets worse...Why can't I just be normal?" Tina wondered.

"'Cause then you wouldn't be a Harris. We're all freaks, at least according to Cordelia!"

She smiled, not helping, Xan. she thought

/ What's up, Tina?\ Ty's mental voice cut through her thoughts.

/Nothing\ she returned

/You know you can't lie to me.\ He chided

/I just wish we were normal\ Tina finally admitted.

/We're twins, we'll never be normal!\

/I guess not. Doesn't it bother you?\

/Only when my pants fall apart.\ He replied truthfully.

/Completely understandable. Do you think we're getting too old for trick-or-treating?\

/Xander was right, we need one more year. Besides, free candy! Come on!\ He thought enthusiastically

/Ok. I think I'm just going to go for a walk, though.\ She decided.

/Suit yourself! More candy for me!\ Tyler sent a visualization of him sticking his tongue out and winking.

/Have fun.\

/I always do\

Sunnydale Cemetery. I've spent so many nights here.

She looked at the tombstone, pulled out the picture of her parents.

They were young, and they were in England. Tina had never known her father, but she had always treasured the picture.

She remembered her mother's words about him:

"I've always loved accents, and I was on Spring Break. I never meant to fall in love with him, but those golden eyes were too much to resist."

"Why didn't you marry him, mommy?" A younger her had innocently asked.

"Spring break was over before I knew I was pregnant, I went back to college, and I never saw him again."

"What was his name?"

"Remus Lupin. I should have told him that I loved him."

"Maybe he knew already?" Tyler had asked, hopeful.

"Maybe." Mother had answered. Ty had always been an optimist.

But... I never thought we'd see him. Until recently, anyway—until the dreams of someone who looked like the man in the picture, until I started believing in miracles. Willow always said nothing was impossible, and I guess I'm beginning to think so, too. I've changed.

"Would you even recognize me, Daddy? Would you really want a freak for a daughter?" She sniffled, staring at the man in the picture though vision blurred with tears.

"I don't think you're a freak. In fact, I think you're just right—for a tasty little snack!" The thing's face was horrible, disfigured, with terrible fangs. "And maybe more... You smell like power."

Tina screamed and tried to run, but it lunged at her and she narrowly evaded the assault. She drew back and punched, using the pause to start running. How can I hope to escape that...thing? She tripped, and braced herself for her inevitable death... And was showered with ashes.

Tina POV

"Are you ok?" A gentle, slightly raspy voice.

Dazed, I opened my eyes... It was the man from the picture! I realized I still had it in my hand, and unclenched it, looking from it to the man in front of me. "D...daddy...?"

Remus POV

She knew me. My little girl knew me!

I could not contain my surprise and pride! I knelt beside her, "Yes, Tina, it's me." That did it, I saw tears run down her face,

"I thought you didn't know we were alive!" she edged away, "This can't be real... Who are you really?"

"Remus John Lupin. And you are Krystina Rea Harris, my daughter."

"No... How...?" She stuttered.

"I've been looking for you, Pixy." I whispered

"Don't...please! I'm tired of these dreams... I can't take it again..." she sobbed, looking like someone whose hopes have been shattered far too many times.

I put my hands on her shoulders. She whimpered, shaking her head, the adult role forced upon her warring with the child's need for reassurance "Look at me, Tina. I'm real."

Her resolve broke. "Daddy..." She threw herself into my arms, still half crying. Relieved, I hugged her back.

"Tina. My little Tina."

"Ty never gave up on you, Daddy. Not even when Mommy died! Come on! You have to come meet him! He looks so much like you!"

Tina's POV

I climbed unsteadily to my feet, looking at him. He was so TALL!

Why hadn't I gotten any of those genes?

"Follow me..." I ran toward home, hoping Tyler had come back on one of his many drop-offs. "Here it is."

My Aunt raised her eyebrow when we entered, "And who is this?"

"My father." I answered excitedly.

"Oh..." She wasn't sober enough to question it.

"Is Tyler here?" I asked hopefully.

"No, not yet..." She replied.

"Oh..." He followed me into the living room, sitting next to me on the sofa. I looked over him again, noticing more in the light. His was a face that had known hard times, sadness, pain... His eyes held an eternal sadness, though he hid it deeply inside. His hair was like Tyler's, but streaked with gray, and longer. Seeing him for real was like a dream come true, even if he was different than I had thought.

"So...what now, Daddy?" I asked slowly.

"I'd rather wait until your brother gets here to discuss it." He said.

"Good luck, he doesn't take much seriously." I muttered.

"Sounds like Sirius..." Daddy said with a wry smile.

"Huh? I just said that he never was..."

"Sirius was a friend of mine in school." He clarified.

"Oh. Sorry, I'm a little jumpy right now." I blushed.

"You have every right to be. I'm just glad I got to you before you were one of the living undead, Pixy."

I touched my neck gingerly, "Yeah, me too... Thanks, by the way. It's nice to have someone watching my back."

"Always." It was like a promise, somehow.

"I have so many questions..."

His lips quirked in a smile, "I have a few of my own."

I hastily wiped away another tear, noticing that he was beginning to cry himself, "Please don't go away..."

"I'll always be there. You seem so much older than twelve." Another promise. From my father... My daddy. He was really here!

"I've had to be." I admitted slowly.

"I'm sorry."

I shrugged, "What's done is done; you didn't know."

/Who...?\ Ty had just walked in,

/It's our dad, Ty!\

His face darkened/Tell him he's too late! At least four fucking years too late.\ Tyler stormed off, giving Daddy a terrible look.

"That was him, wasn't it?" He winced.

"Yes... He.. he says you're... too late..." I managed.

He stared.

"Oh, Twin thing." I said casually, " We've always had it. I'll go talk to him."

Remus POV

Krystina is wonderful, but Tyler? Will he ever speak to me? I hope she can talk him back... I was glad they had left the room, as I buried my face in my hands and cried.

Dumb, but if you liked it, review.