Disclaimer: I own nothing from the Harry Potter Series, except Fritzi, for her life and personality is MINE. I also own JAMES ALEXANDER DA VINCI HARRIS!

Also, I'm changing the actual last name to Da Vinci, because...I like that name, and this story is under my control! Mwahahaha! You will all bow down to my power!

This chapter may be a little confusing because it has a lot about Nikki's past and twists in her family these days.

Thank-you those who reviewed XD :

Bluegirl12751: I definately will keep up this story. I'm really glad you like it! Oh, and i'll definately read Time Turner!

Krystina Black: You asked for the past, here's the past. I was going to have Voldemort control her, but I figured that would be too...un-original.

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Nikki couldn't do much more than cry, flat on her bed, a silent sobber. She had woken up to no one; only a bowl of cold water and a rag inside it, probably to dab her face; and the room was dark, so all she could see was a line of light where the door was. Or someone was in there but was now fighting with someone else out in the hallway. Sitting up she put her hand to her sweaty forehead, trying to listen to the voices outside.

"Narcissa, you must find a way to get her to marry me! She said it herself, she's in love with me, and someone cursed her into saying she wanted to marry your son! Please! You just have-"

Narcissa's voice was watery, as if she had been crying. "There is absolutely nothing I can do! Lucius or Draco has to give her up, and because ofher wealth and power, I don't think that she really will be given to you!"

"Wealth and power?"

"She's a pure blood witch, of course you knew that?"

"Well, I heard your speech, yes."

Narcissa sighed. "Bartucci isn't really her last name. It was something the orphanage gave her. Her true name is Nicolette Victoria Da Vinci. The Da Vincis were a very rich family. Until the Light Side killed them, except for thier two children. Yes, two. They were each sent to different orphanages with different last names, for if they ever did meet, then they would be found by the Light Side. You see, apart they are very powerful magicians, but together...they are something more. Something more than Albus Dumbledore...more than the Dark Lord himself. And the familly was extremely rich. Sure, two children were all they had, but they each have billions of gold galleons to themselves, not to mention thier sickles and knuts. They even have millions in muggle money. They are beyond the richest family in the muggle and wizarding world, Blaise. And becuse of these reasons, neither my husband nor my son will give her up."

"I have one question, Narcissa," Blaise said, confused. "How is it that the two do not remeber thier parents?"

"A memory charm," Narcissa sighed once more. "Nicolette thinks her father left them when she was young, and then her mother died of a shark attack on a fishing trip. Her brother thinks that the foster family he grew up with is his real family. He does not remeber anything else."

"So he lives as a muggle, as Nicolette has for most of her life?"

"No, no, no. He lives with a wizarding family. He goes to a different school, other than Hogwarts. Most likely...We do not know. Though if he does go to Hogwarts, it is likely that they will meet."

Nikki heard Blaise lean against the wall, causing a long creak to sound. He sighed, "And that will be bad...because..?"

"It will be bad because the school is going to use Nicolette and her brother's true last name. Da Vinci. If that happens, then Nicolette will stay in her brother's grade, and will not be marrying anyone, for she will be under her brother's control. Then he alone will decide who she marries. It could be you, so that would be good in your case-"

"For I love her."

"Or, it could be bad...she could marry someone we don't even know...maybe even a Light. Though once we tell him his life story, he won't be so Light. If he even is a little Light."

There was a great pause, and then, "What is his name?"

"James. James Alexander Da Vinci Harris. Quite obviously he would be at Hogwarts under the name Da Vinci."

"So...since they both are thirteen, he will have already been in his third year?" Narcssa agreed quietly. "So, we need to find out whether he is there or not?"

Just then footsteps thundered through the hallway. "Blaise, please go into Miss Da Vinci's room for a moment?" Nikki closed her eyes and lay down, her back to the door. She slowed her breathing, giving the impression of slumber. Blaise walked into the room and closed the door, but he stayed there to listen. Nikki decided she would listen, too. She stood up and crept over to Blaise, silent as a mouse. She had to put a hand over her mouth to keep from laughing at his surprised expression.

"We found out that James is atending Hogwarts. We need to begin training Miss Da Vinci as soon as possible for her third year."

"Damnit!" Narcissa swore. The two then heard her pacing the floor. "Damn, damn, damn, bloody fuck!" Blaize gave Nikki a look of amusment and Nikki had to put her fist in her mouth to keep from laughing.

"What do we do?"

"There's nothing we can do. Lke you said, we have to teach her up to her third year. Then she'll be ready to go into her fourth year."

"Should we tell her?" Nikki looked over herself. She was still in her dress, but her gauze robe was off. She opened the door and walked out, a serious look on her face.

"I know already," she said, any trace of laughter removed from her face. Blaise put a hand to his forehead and shook his head with a sigh. "Now, let me change into some normal clothes and we all will have a meeting. I would like you to send for my brother by owl as soon as you can. Now hurry up, and I'll meet you in the dinning hall on the first floor." She turned around without waiting for an answer. Where had that outburst exploded from? She just all of a sudden felt power coursing through her veins, and all of that power was pushed out at the two people.

Blaise was staring at her incredibly as she searched through her clothes for an outfit. "Where the bloody hell did that come from?"

Nikki looked up from her leggings and jeans at Blaise, "Where did what come from?"

"That...control. You actually knew what you were talking about...and they're actually listening to you!"

"Of course, I'm more powerful than Albus Dumbledore, whoever he is." She laughed to herself. "I'm more powerful than a man I don't even know. And with James, I'm more powerful than Oldie Voldie." Blaize laughed at this. "What?"

"Where did you get that nickname from?"

"One of the portraits." Nikki had decided on black leggings, her black Converse sneakers, and a large tee-shirt with the face of Craig surrounded by flames (me: my favorite show, Degrassi! I'm trying to get this shirt, but I don't know how long it'll take.).

She stepped into her walk-in closet and changed out of her dress and into her more comfortable clothes. She was still pale from when she fainted and her hair was knotted and a little messy. She took her hair out of the fancy braided bun and brushed it until it shone. She then put on some black eye-make-up and began to pace around her room before heading into the hallway. Blaise was still awe-struck as he followed this mysterious young woman to the first floor dinning hall.

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In five minutes, the Malfoys, the Thompsons, The Zabinis, the Ridolffis, voldemort and other various people were in the hall. Nicolette was blank as to what she wanted to say. Why had she called a meeting? Oh, yes, because she wanted to know more about her past. She stood up at the head of the table, striking a natural fear into the back of most of the people here's minds.

"Narcissa, did you send for my brother yet?"

"I just sent the owl, Miss Da Vinci."

"Good. Now, all of you know something about my past, as I believe. Am I right?" There was a murmur of agreement through the crowd. "Well, what I know is that I am the female heir to our family's money and anything else they own. The female heir; I know I have a twin brother. James Alexander Da Vinci. His fake name is Harris." She spat the word 'fake' as she slowly paced back and forth near the table. "My parents were murdered by the Light Side, and I was put under a memory charm so I would think that my father left me and my mother died of a shark attack. I know I'm very rich, very powerful and very much wanted dead."

Lucius spoke up from his seat, causing Nikki to stop and look at him. "Actually, you aren't very much wanted dead. You and your brother, being so young at the age of six, had a life ahead of you. The Lights are too weak to do anything to hurt a child, for they believe children to be the most innocent. Of course, how could they know that you would meet and figure out they killed your parents. Didn't think you would seek revenge. Thought you would see the evil in your parents' deeds and go to them to change their ways."

Nikki laughed. "Yeah right! You mess with my family, you're messing with the devil."

"You know, I just like you more and more every second," Voldemort hissed, smirking lustfully. Nikki's face was disgusted and she shook her head, letting out her breath.

"If the school knows us to be Da Vincis-"

"Which it does," interferred Grant Zabini.

Nikki nodded, "Then they'll be testing us to see if we are for good or evil. If they even suspect us to be evil, they'll know that we have connections to The Dark Lord, and they'll try to get to him through us. Am I correct?" Most of the people either nodded or murmured their agreement. 'You learn quickly, Nicolette.' Voldemort's voice hissed in her mind. She shot him a nasty look across the room as something flashed across his eyes.

The man who had been speaking to Narcissa when Blaise and Nikki were eavesdropping stepped forward. "Your brother has already tainted their descision of the Da Vinci children being evil. He's a Slytherin. It's up to you to change your mind and soul completely, as actresses do, and get into Hufflepuff, or better yet Gryffindor." There were angry shouts sent his way.

"Ya!" The room silenced at Nikki's cry. "Hufflepuff sounds like a bunch of whimpy goody-two-shoes, not at all like me. Gryffindor...that sounds okay, I guess. How do I have to change myself?"

"You don't really," said Narcissa. "You're brave and bold and stick up for what you believe in. Just...try not to think of anything evil while the hat sorts you, alright?"

Nikki nodded in agreement and leaned on the table. "Someone tell me...what made my parents so evil...so powerful...so rich?"

"They are powerful because they are exact descendents of Salazar Slytherin and Godric Gryffindor," said a young man, lounging in his chair. He had soft, ligt brown hair that fell over his eyes which just peeked through a few strands of hair, shining bright green. His skin was tan and he wore a black cloak over jeans and a tee-shirt. "They are also powerful because they are rich and can pay people to do things they normally wouln't. They got their money from betting and working and inheritance, and they were evil because that was the way they were raised." He shook his hair from his eyes and gazed cooly into her icy blue eyes.

"What is your name?"

"Greg Frisk."

"I don't remeber seeing you at the ball..."

"I didn't attend."

She kept an ice cold stare directed at him as she thought, 'Voldmort, is there any way that you can keep your followers from spies?'

'Yes,' he answered in his snake-like voice. 'A picutre of a skull with a snake slithering out of its mouth on the left arm.'

"Mister Frisk, why don't you remove your cloak?"

"It's awfully cold in here, Miss Da Vinci." It was actually a little warm, and he was sitting near the fire; Nicolette's eyes were disbelieving. He cleared his throat and looked away.

She tuned into Lucius' mind. 'He's a spy.' Lucius nodded and took out his wand. He pointed it at the back of the green-eyed man's head and whispered something so low that Nikki couldn't hear. The man fell on the floor with a thump, his arms bound to his sides and his legs straight and unmoving. His eyes were glazed over, but still he could look around, smell, taste, feel and hear. Voldemort was smirking, no doubt proud of Nikki.

"I'm through. Done with this. The meeting is over...everyone go away." She pointed to the door which flew open. 'What the fuck...?'

'Now, now, watch your language, Miss Da Vinci.' This voice Nikki didn't recognize.

'Who are you?'

'My name is James Alexander Da Vinci. My friends call me Jim. Turn around.' Nikki did turn around, and standing in front of her was a boy, taller than her, but like an exact replica. Straight black hair, icy blue eyes and skin as pale as a vampire's. She caught her breath.

"Apparantly, my sister is not able to control her magic." Nikki lost her voice as tears blurred her vision.

Finding her voice once more, she spoke. "J-jim."

He nodded and turned to Blaise Zabini. "Please escort Miss Da Vinci to a siting room. I'll be there in a moment."

Feeling weak in the knees, she allowed Blaise to lead her to the nearest sitting room. He helped her to settle onto a couch near a window. Even though the sky was filled with sparkling little stars, he opened the window; she felt a cool breese on her now flushed face. She refused to faint again. 'No, I'm not a wimp. I shouldn't be fainting.'

Blaise gently caressed Nikki's cheek, whispering sweet nothings. They were in love. He began to bring her spirits up with hopes and dreams, "Nikki, darling, just think. Now that you are under your brother's control, he chooses who you marry. So long as I can stay on his good side, you shall be Misses Blaise Zabini one day, after graduation."

Through the large oak door, Nikki heard commands being shot from James, or Jim, rather. She tried to sit up higher, elegantly. She brought herself to full height and crossed her legs to the side as he strut through the door. Taking long strides, she found it surprising that he was only thirteen. Younger than Blaise, who still showed him respect with the bow of his beautiful head.

"So," he droned, standing before Nikki. "Nicolette Dianna Da Vinci. It's been near forever."

"So. James Alexander Da Vinci. It's a pleasure." She gave him a slightly mocking smile and uncrossed her legs, standing up, however, only reaching his shoulders; she silently cussed.

He smirked down at her and walked towards the window. Gazing out for a moment or two, he turned back around, the breese making his hair swing slightly on his neck. "Well, I believe your plans of marriage are now ruined. But alas, I can change that. You can keep your fiance, Malfoy." Nikki's eyes grew wide, pleading.

"Yes, that could happen," said a sly, drawling voice from the open doorway. There stood Draco, tall, pale and rather handsome. She shot him an agonizing look.

"Ah, Draco, old friend." To Nikki's horror, Draco and James shook hands in a manly order. Both Nikki and Blaise knew that this was bad. The two being friends? Not good, very bad. "I'd love to catch up and hang out after I talk with Nikki for a while. She definately has a lot more that she needs to know." Draco nodded and began to back out of the room. "You, too, Zabini." Zabini? Not Blaise? Bad, bad, bad.

When the two others were gone, Nikki turned her eyes back to Jim and held her head high once more. "Well, Jim. Here we are. Brother and sister, re-united. What do you have to say to me?"

"Well, only that I really like Draco or Voldemort for your choice. Also, I'm going to take you to a place called Diagon Alley tomorrow. Now, one more thing. We share extra powers, yes, us. Okay? Telekenisis, where you can move things with your mind, is one of ur stronger qualities. There are other things, which you will find out about in school, for we have a pecial class that we go to with a few other students, that will help us learn to control these powers. As it is, it's getting late. Shall I escort you to your room?"

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Okay, guys, here it is! I'M SO SORRY FOR THE WAIT. I was in Pennsylvania, then there was other stuff I was doing and everything like that. Please R&R!

3 / Liz