Disclaimer: I in know own or have anything to do with Harry Potter. If I did I wouldn't be writing this now would I? :) I oh a special thanks to Alyssa, Dee, and others of the HPRPGNET for the use of their spectacular characters.
Chapter One:
The night sky was beautiful and clear, all the stars bright and plain to see from were the two children lay, gazing up at them in wonder. It was a habit the twins had made. Every evening they trudged up the old hill behind their manor and watched the starts together, dreaming dreams that could only be dreamt by a pair of typical, naive eight year olds. But they weren't at all what you would call normal. They happened to be wizards.
Anika and Numair were perfectly identical, if you barred the fact that one was a girl and one was a boy. It was only natural for them to do everything together . Little rituals like this made were what made life worth while.
"Hey Ani?" Numair rolled over on his side, resting his head on his hand,
the better to look at his sister.
She sighed. "What?"
"Do you think they've stopped fighting yet?"
Ani shrugged. "More than likely not."
"Why does she get so angry at him?"
Another sigh. "If I knew that we wouldn't sit here and talk about it for hours now would we?"
"I guess so."
"It's that Voldomort fellow, you know, the one who said all the bad stuff about the muggles. Dad thinks he's right and Mum thinks we should just listen to Albus and leave it all alone."
"Oh." Numair was still completely clueless as to what that all meant. There wasn't anything wrong with the muggles. And he liked Professor Dumbledore. He didn't understand why his father was so mad at him, he just trying to help everybody. Ah, the mentality of a child.
Ani shrugged again. "I think we should just forget about it. It's a grownup problem, they'll sort it out eventually."
Numair laid back again, satisfied with his sister's answer. She was the smart one after all, she should know. A sudden thought occurred to him. All the grown ups seemed to do was argue, and argue pointlessly. Would they ever end up like that?
"We won't ever fight like that will we?"
Ani laughed at the horror she heard in her brothers voice. "Of course not silly. I could never be mad at you. You're my other half."
"We'll be together always right?"
"Right."
The scarlet steam engine let out a loud whistle, slowly starting to move. Numair leaned out the compartment window, waving good bye to his mother and father. Only the former waved back. His father seemed preoccupied by something. He continued waving until the train began to pick up speed when he was abruptly pulled from his perch.
"Oh come one Numie, lets do something. This is boring." Numair sighed in exasperation with his easily bored sister. "Ok."
Three years had gone by and much had changed for the pair.
They were no longer exactly the same. While they still shared the wavy black hair and bright green eyes, Numair had grown taller but still had that little boyish look to him. Ani on the other hand was a good foot shorter to him, and a great deal more mature in every aspect of the word. A few months ago (to the surprise of none) They'd received owls from Hogwarts, telling them they'd been excepted into the school of witch craft and wizardry. A blessing for Ani who felt smothered by her family and wanting nothing more than to get away for a while, but Numair didn't think it would be much different. The castle was only a little ways from their home after all. Even if they were forced to ride the stupid train. Silly parents.
"What do you want to do? There isn't much really. We could go over some books again, or the spells before we get there....." she cut him off with a glance.
"Do you really want to spend the entire trip there reading some old spell book? Come one Numie, where's your since of adventure? Lets go find some other first years to talk to or something."
"But I like it just fine right here. And reading is fun."
"Yeah, for little bookworms like you. Ok, you stay here and read your little heart out, I'm going to go find someone to talk to. Haven't you ever heard the term 'friends'?" she turned and exited through the compartment door.
Numair just shook his head, settling back into his seat and removing 'Standard Book of Spells Grade One' and his wand (seventeen inches, Ash, Dragon heartstring. Lovely thing) from his trunk. He already read it three times and could work most of the spells, but there was no harm in going over it again. He spent a good hour at it, uninterrupted. As though from a long way off he heard the door slide open.
"Leave me alone Ani, I'm buisy." he didn't look up from his book.
"Oh. Sorry, I didn't realize someone was in here. I'll find some were else." The voice wasn't Ani's. Numair glanced up to see a boy he judged to be about his own age standing in the door, dragging his trunk behind him. He was a bit shorter than Numair with short black hair and cold gray eyes that made Numair think of ice.
"Oh no, that's okay you can come in. I thought you were my sister. She should be around here some were." the boy nodded and Numair returned to his book.
The boy stowed his trunk on one of the racks and took a seat across from Numair. "Um, my name's Emerson Linwood." he smiled shyly.
Numair looked up at him again. "Numair Johns. Nice to meet you Emerson. Are you a first year too?"
"Yeah." there followed a moment of slightly awkward silence. "So, wacha' readin'?"
Ani returned right before the train stopped to find her brother in deep conversation with some other first year boy. She nodded at him absently before grabbing her brother by the arm and dragging him off.
"Ouch! Hey, what are you doing I was talking!"
"The trains just stopped, don't you want to get off?"
"Well yeah, but you could have let me say goodbye first, or we coulda' gone together. Hey, let go, that hurts!"
Ani released her brothers arm as they exited the train and Emerson joined them. They were, for the twins anyway, once again in Hogsmeade.
"Firs' years this way! Firs years!" they turned and saw what must be the biggest man in existence (to their age limited knowledge anyway) waving for the first years to join him. The twins looked at each other,
shrugged, and went to join their fellow first years around the giant man.
What followed was a very memorable boat ride across a very violent lake. Beautiful as the castle was looking at it from this angle, Numair was extremely happy when their boats drifted in to the cliff opening and they climbed out. He felt a little queasy.
"Alrigh' ther' laddie?" the big man clapped him on the shoulder, nearly sending him to his knees. "Yre' lookin' a lit'le green." he laughed. It was a booming sound that quite terrified Numair. "Com' on then."
They walked up a flight of stone steps were they were greeted by a severe looking witch wearing square spectacles.
"Thar' ya' go Professor. Be gent'l with em' now. Seems som' a em' are a might bit sea sick." he laughed again as the witch led them into the entrance hall.
Numair shivered and took a step closer to his sister. He could hear the sound of hundreds of happy children through two giant doors across from them. It made him nervous. The spectacled witch was speaking.
"Welcome to Hogwarts first years. Now, in a few moments I'm going to lead you through that door...."
Chapter One:
The night sky was beautiful and clear, all the stars bright and plain to see from were the two children lay, gazing up at them in wonder. It was a habit the twins had made. Every evening they trudged up the old hill behind their manor and watched the starts together, dreaming dreams that could only be dreamt by a pair of typical, naive eight year olds. But they weren't at all what you would call normal. They happened to be wizards.
Anika and Numair were perfectly identical, if you barred the fact that one was a girl and one was a boy. It was only natural for them to do everything together . Little rituals like this made were what made life worth while.
"Hey Ani?" Numair rolled over on his side, resting his head on his hand,
the better to look at his sister.
She sighed. "What?"
"Do you think they've stopped fighting yet?"
Ani shrugged. "More than likely not."
"Why does she get so angry at him?"
Another sigh. "If I knew that we wouldn't sit here and talk about it for hours now would we?"
"I guess so."
"It's that Voldomort fellow, you know, the one who said all the bad stuff about the muggles. Dad thinks he's right and Mum thinks we should just listen to Albus and leave it all alone."
"Oh." Numair was still completely clueless as to what that all meant. There wasn't anything wrong with the muggles. And he liked Professor Dumbledore. He didn't understand why his father was so mad at him, he just trying to help everybody. Ah, the mentality of a child.
Ani shrugged again. "I think we should just forget about it. It's a grownup problem, they'll sort it out eventually."
Numair laid back again, satisfied with his sister's answer. She was the smart one after all, she should know. A sudden thought occurred to him. All the grown ups seemed to do was argue, and argue pointlessly. Would they ever end up like that?
"We won't ever fight like that will we?"
Ani laughed at the horror she heard in her brothers voice. "Of course not silly. I could never be mad at you. You're my other half."
"We'll be together always right?"
"Right."
The scarlet steam engine let out a loud whistle, slowly starting to move. Numair leaned out the compartment window, waving good bye to his mother and father. Only the former waved back. His father seemed preoccupied by something. He continued waving until the train began to pick up speed when he was abruptly pulled from his perch.
"Oh come one Numie, lets do something. This is boring." Numair sighed in exasperation with his easily bored sister. "Ok."
Three years had gone by and much had changed for the pair.
They were no longer exactly the same. While they still shared the wavy black hair and bright green eyes, Numair had grown taller but still had that little boyish look to him. Ani on the other hand was a good foot shorter to him, and a great deal more mature in every aspect of the word. A few months ago (to the surprise of none) They'd received owls from Hogwarts, telling them they'd been excepted into the school of witch craft and wizardry. A blessing for Ani who felt smothered by her family and wanting nothing more than to get away for a while, but Numair didn't think it would be much different. The castle was only a little ways from their home after all. Even if they were forced to ride the stupid train. Silly parents.
"What do you want to do? There isn't much really. We could go over some books again, or the spells before we get there....." she cut him off with a glance.
"Do you really want to spend the entire trip there reading some old spell book? Come one Numie, where's your since of adventure? Lets go find some other first years to talk to or something."
"But I like it just fine right here. And reading is fun."
"Yeah, for little bookworms like you. Ok, you stay here and read your little heart out, I'm going to go find someone to talk to. Haven't you ever heard the term 'friends'?" she turned and exited through the compartment door.
Numair just shook his head, settling back into his seat and removing 'Standard Book of Spells Grade One' and his wand (seventeen inches, Ash, Dragon heartstring. Lovely thing) from his trunk. He already read it three times and could work most of the spells, but there was no harm in going over it again. He spent a good hour at it, uninterrupted. As though from a long way off he heard the door slide open.
"Leave me alone Ani, I'm buisy." he didn't look up from his book.
"Oh. Sorry, I didn't realize someone was in here. I'll find some were else." The voice wasn't Ani's. Numair glanced up to see a boy he judged to be about his own age standing in the door, dragging his trunk behind him. He was a bit shorter than Numair with short black hair and cold gray eyes that made Numair think of ice.
"Oh no, that's okay you can come in. I thought you were my sister. She should be around here some were." the boy nodded and Numair returned to his book.
The boy stowed his trunk on one of the racks and took a seat across from Numair. "Um, my name's Emerson Linwood." he smiled shyly.
Numair looked up at him again. "Numair Johns. Nice to meet you Emerson. Are you a first year too?"
"Yeah." there followed a moment of slightly awkward silence. "So, wacha' readin'?"
Ani returned right before the train stopped to find her brother in deep conversation with some other first year boy. She nodded at him absently before grabbing her brother by the arm and dragging him off.
"Ouch! Hey, what are you doing I was talking!"
"The trains just stopped, don't you want to get off?"
"Well yeah, but you could have let me say goodbye first, or we coulda' gone together. Hey, let go, that hurts!"
Ani released her brothers arm as they exited the train and Emerson joined them. They were, for the twins anyway, once again in Hogsmeade.
"Firs' years this way! Firs years!" they turned and saw what must be the biggest man in existence (to their age limited knowledge anyway) waving for the first years to join him. The twins looked at each other,
shrugged, and went to join their fellow first years around the giant man.
What followed was a very memorable boat ride across a very violent lake. Beautiful as the castle was looking at it from this angle, Numair was extremely happy when their boats drifted in to the cliff opening and they climbed out. He felt a little queasy.
"Alrigh' ther' laddie?" the big man clapped him on the shoulder, nearly sending him to his knees. "Yre' lookin' a lit'le green." he laughed. It was a booming sound that quite terrified Numair. "Com' on then."
They walked up a flight of stone steps were they were greeted by a severe looking witch wearing square spectacles.
"Thar' ya' go Professor. Be gent'l with em' now. Seems som' a em' are a might bit sea sick." he laughed again as the witch led them into the entrance hall.
Numair shivered and took a step closer to his sister. He could hear the sound of hundreds of happy children through two giant doors across from them. It made him nervous. The spectacled witch was speaking.
"Welcome to Hogwarts first years. Now, in a few moments I'm going to lead you through that door...."
