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Lies from Me to You
Chapter Two
Written: March 1, 2005
Posted: June 30, 2005

Harry Potter had just entered the platform and started to look around for familiar faces...Well, at least a Gryffindor's familiar face.

"Harry!" A voice shouted behind him. He turned and smiled at Hermione, giving her a one-armed hug.

"Have you see Ron?" Hermione asked breathlessly.

"No, I just got here," Harry said with a shrug.

They looked over at the entrance to the platform to see no one other than Draco Malfoy. But surprisingly there were two other people, two other girls right beside him.

Saige turned to Torri, "Maybe this was a bad idea."

"It's not like we had a fucking choice either way. It was Hogwarts, or not go to school at all. I, personally, would not want be stuck all year with 'daddy'," Torri said, and then looked away to examine the platform. "Nervous?"

"What do you think?" Saige asked, and then started walking toward the train, pulling her cart behind her.

Torri rolled her eyes and ran to catch up with her. "Saige, just act like it's Durmstrang...But with a little modification."

"Modification? You have got to be joking. I didn't want to go to this bloody school in the first place." She set her cart down by Harry and Hermione. "This is sending us to our deaths. I just know it."

"Oh, like I think differently. My...I was supposed to go there forever like...Just because that's the way my life was supposed to be planned. I have letters saying so...I'm just trying to make the best of it..."

"Yea...we all know. Cry me a fucking river," Saige said, placing a hand on her hip.

"Technically not all of us," Torri said, looking over at Draco so Saige would understand what she meant.

"Right." Saige picked up her cart. "Let's go."

Harry and Hermione watched as she boarded the train, the other following after her.

"Crazy, that one," Harry said.

"Yup," Ron said, coming up behind them.

"You saw?" Harry turned and faced him. "She's crazy. I mean, who doesn't like Hogwarts?"

"Maybe they didn't have a choice," Hermione said.

"A Malfoy, a very distant Malfoy," Ron said. "I saw them come in, the bunch of them. Strange though, never saw those two before, you?"

"No. But they look familiar." Harry picked up his cart too.

"I guess...But from where?" Hermione added, heading toward the train.

"I don't know. Let's find them." Harry said, and walked towards the train, Hermione and Ron following him. They found a compartment, and set their stuff inside, turned around and headed to look for the two familiar-unfamiliar girls. When they finally found the compartment, they heard Draco's voice and one of the girls arguing with him.

"Just don't even pretend I exist!" Draco shouted at her. "I don't even want to see you!"

"That's fine with me!" She shouted right back. "Because if I even see your ugly face once, I'll vomit all over this train!"

"BOTH OF YOU SHUT UP! It's not like either of you have a choice, you have to live with each other until either of you are old enough to live on your own. BUT until then, leave me out of all of you're arguments!"

"STAY OUT OF THIS!" Draco and the other girl shouted at her.

"I WAS NEVER IN THIS!" She shouted right back. By now, a crowd of kids were around them.

"Saige, you got into this when you tried to get us to shut up. By the way Draco, there's no way you can get rid of me. I was on this planet first."

"Shut up! Both of you! You are always making things complicated, and by your constant bickering it's not making them any better!" Saige turned, and pushed herself out of the crowd.

"Arg," She said plopping down onto the seat, giving Draco death glares. She sat for a minute, and got up to follow Saige, hitting Draco on the head as she passed.

Saige pushed her way to an empty compartment, and sat down by the window. "Bloody embarrassment."

"But you know you love us," Torri said closing the door, and sat down quietly. "I'm sorry?"

"Sorry doesn't always cut it." Saige smiled, then added, "Draco can go to hell."

"Haha, you sound like me..." Torri added. "But this time I mean that I'm sorry. I wasn't thinking, and then I forgot that we weren't in the same place, and I never thought that many people would crowd around. I didn't think Draco was popular."

"Just because he's popular doesn't mean anyone likes him," Saige said.

"Is that what I meant?" Torri said, raising an eyebrow, trying to get Saige to lighten up.

She smiled. "I don't know how your brain works."

"Does anybody?"

"I don't think so..."

Harry, Ron and Hermione looked at each other for a minute, and went to find the two girls. Finally they found them in a new compartment, which happened to be theirs. They walked in.

"Hi, um...in case you didn't know, you're in our compartment. I'm Ron Weasley by the way."

"Well," Saige said, a smirk on her face. "This is a very comfortable compartment, and me and my 'sister' thank you for keeping it for us."

"Umm...you're welcome? I'm Harry Potter."

Saige laughed. "I was being sarcastic."

Torri looked at Saige and laughed to herself.

"They're idiots. Especially Ronald. I'm Hermione Granger," She said, and stuck her hand out for one of them to shake. Saige grabbed it, and smiled.

"Saige Malfoy. Nice to meet you. Our brother is the same way."

"And I'm Victoria, but don't call me that, call me Torri. And as you can tell, I hate my brother just as much as he hates - as he hates - Everything!"

Saige looked at Ron, "Weasley huh?"

He got angry. "Look, my family isn't-"

Saige stopped him. "I wasn't going to say anything bad. I'm not like the rest of my lot. Don't get your pants all up in a bunch."

"You can say that again," Torri mumbled so Saige could hear, giving her a look with a sort of smile.

Saige smiled, and moved over so Hermione could sit in between them. Ron and Harry sat across from them. "Is this your first time at Hogwarts?" He asked Torri.

"Technically," She said with a shrug of her shoulders. "As a student. You see, I came with my father once before, but he told me not to wonder so I saw as much as the Dining area."

Saige leaned over so she could see past Hermione. "Since when? I don't remember going..."

"You didn't go with us. Lucius caught me right as I was about to take his stash of firewhiskey, and he took me. It hurt; he left a bruise because he had his hand on my shoulder the whole time." She mumbled.

Saige still looked at her with doubt. "But still, why did you go? I would've remembered you leaving..."

"You were in your bathroom, and then you were asleep when we came back."

"Oh..." Saige said, but there was still doubt in her voice.

Torri stretched her arms out so Saige would get a clue about what she was talking about. Saige raised her eyebrows. "What exactly are you doing?"

"Uh, stretching?" Torri said. "What do you think I was doing?"

"I don't know. With you, there are many possibilities." Saige smirked.

Ron, Harry, and Hermione laughed.

"Like...?" She said, raising an eyebrow to test her.

"Here we go..." Saige threw up her hands. "Why do you have to make everything so complicated?"

"And why don't you ever?"

"Because some things I just don't excel in. That, is one of them."

"AH! Saige Rose B-," Torri stopped, and then started her sentence over, "Saige Rose Malfoy just admitted that I, Victoria Roxyane Malfoy is smarter, and therefore, it is possible to put a desk in a broom closet."

At this, Harry, Ron and Hermione laughed.

Saige gave her a look. "Hm, I didn't say you were smarter, and why would you put a desk in a broom closet? I mean, shouldn't a broom go in a broom closet? That is why it's called a 'broom closet' you know."

"But the important thing is what you do in a broom closet; so therefore it would make sense to put a desk in a broom closet."

"No, because you don't exactly learn anything in a broom closet except how to become a janitor. All other reasons are for pleasure only," Saige argued.

"See, you need something to sit on. It would just turn a guy off if you sat on the floor, but a desk...Ah, that's a different story," Torri said, trying to make her point clearer.

"I'd prefer the floor," Saige and Harry said at the same time. They looked at each other and blushed, turning away quickly.

"Yea, you would, wouldn't you?" Torri asked, raising an eyebrow.

Before Saige could say anything, Harry spoke. "Yea, I guess I would."

Saige's eyes widened.

Torri laughed, "Saige, Saige, Saige...You looked surprised that people like the floor..."

"What?" Saige asked, offended. "He said it, not me."

Torri shrugged her shoulders.

"What's wrong with a bed?" Saige asked.

"Who puts a bed in a broom closet; anywhere else it's perfectly fine."

"Well, it depends how big it is." Saige looked at Harry, who blushed a deep crimson.

"But...Wait, how come on the topics I always end up starting, I always happen to be the one who gets confused?"

"Because that, my dear sister, is the one thing I do excel in." Saige smirked.

Torri stuck out her tongue. "Yeah, yeah, yeah. And I pitched for the Yankees."

Saige faced Hermione. "Is Ron always that red?" Because at the moment, for reasons only known to the male population, he was blushing. Hermione nodded. Saige rolled her eyes.

"I guess you could say that. You were being sarcastic about the Yankees right?" Hermione said.

Saige mumbled, "Only if they were guys in tights. That would make her day."

"I heard that, and nah, I prefer the Mets."

"Again," Saige said in a singsong voice. "Guys in tights."

"Are you inferring that I just watch American baseball to see guys in 'tights'?"

"Yes. Yes I am." Saige smirked.

"At least...I forgot what I was going to say," Torri said pouting.

Saige rolled her eyes. "So, when are we getting there?"

"About, I'd say...An hour, maybe more; maybe less," Harry said, looking away from the window.

"Great," Saige said. "Hm, do you think we could go find Draco? I have an urge to yell at him."

"YAY! You're talking my language. 'Sides, I left my trunk in his compartment." Torri said sitting up straighter at the idea.

"You were in the hallway. What? Did you try to fling it at him?" But before Torri could answer, Saige stopped her. "Don't answer that."

"I put it in there first, obviously not thinking, but thanks for the idea."

Saige rolled her eyes, and stood, smoothing out her shirt. "Come on. Let's go visit the old boy, shall we?"

"Young boy you mean." Torri got up.

"Whatever," She said. She flung open the door, and shouted, "I'm ready for my close-up!" Then she jogged down the hall.

Torri just stood there for a minute, shaking her head and chased after her sister. "SAIGE! THIS ISN'T THE TELLY STATION!"

"I can't hear you!" She shouted right back. "Are you guys coming or not!" Harry raced after her, followed by Torri, Hermione, and Ron.

"I swear, she's a first grader sometimes," Torri muttered to Hermione.

Hermione smiled. "It's the act that counts."

"I never heard that before, and I guess that means she really is a first grader." She laughed.

Saige stopped at a compartment with four people inside. Draco was snogging Pansy, and his two goons were watching them with their jaws dropped. "Oh, that's disgusting!" Saige yelled, covering her mouth with her hand.

Torri walked up behind her. "Little Brother, I really thought you could do better than a Parkinson, but seeing this," She pointed at them, "Guess I was wrong."

Harry and Saige nodded, Harry saying in amazement, "I mean really, look at all that spit!"

Saige gave him a look. "Harry, that is so immature."

Draco and Pansy pulled apart. "I thought I said I never wanted to see you again."

"And I thought I told you that you had no choice?" Torri asked, leaning on the doorframe.

Saige gave her a look. "Both of you. Let's not start this again..."

Draco rolled his eyes. "No one asked you. For once, can't I have some privacy?"

"No," Saige and Torri answered.

"AHA! THERE IT IS!" Torri walked over to the trunks and tried to push Crabbe out of the way, without much luck.

"Oh please," Saige muttered.

"Draco, tell him to move so I can get my fucking trunk, and then leave you're compartment so I don't have to fucking see you!"

"I don't see why you can't get the trunk. It doesn't look hard at all." Saige observed.

"Then you can get my trunk. Warning: It's kind of heavy," Torri said to Saige.

"No problem." Saige smirked then walked over to Crabbe. "Move."

He looked at her. "If I don't?"

Saige stepped closer, a half-foot taller than him. "Then I'll hit you in the mouth so hard, your dentist will feel it."

Crabbe didn't back down.

"Alright then." Saige rolled up her sleeves, and punched him -- right in the mouth. Crabbe screeched and moved out of the way, falling on Pansy with a screech as she yelled, and tried to pry him off.

Saige smirked, then got Torri's trunk. "You really owe me for this."

Torri glared at her. "What do I owe you this time?" She opened her trunk to check to see if everything was there. She pulled out a box of something and put it in the pocket of her sweatshirt.

"I dunno." Saige turned and walked out of the compartment.

Everyone followed her. Torri turned around, shook her head, and looked at Draco. "You could do so much better."

Draco just glared at her, and tried to help Pansy.

She turned around again and went back to her original compartment, this time with her trunk.

"So," Saige said, flopping down on the seat. "What do you guys feel like doing?"

"Hm..." Ron said, thinking.

"We can start a riot on the train..." Saige thought out loud, "But I don't feel like it."

"Let's think of ways to torture Draco during the school year...But I don't wanna think. How about we...never mind," Torri said.

Saige rolled her eyes. "It could have been a good idea too." She walked the few inches over to Harry, and plopped down on his knee, wrapping her arms around his neck. Harry blushed.

Torri gave her a look and said, "What the hell are you doing?"

"What does it look like I'm doing?"

"Like you're about to give him a lap dance."

"I would only do that in a private place, thank you very much." Saige stuck out her tongue.

"So then what the fuck are you doing?"

"Sitting. Duh."

"So you're sitting on Harry's knee, in a position which - by the look on Harry's face - is making him uncomfortable, even though you're still - never mind." Torri added with a slight smile.

"But Harry wouldn't mind if I gave him a lap dance, would you Harry?" Saige asked, mischief in her eyes.

Harry gulped.

"But we would," Ron said moving onto the other side of the compartment.

"Ron, you are so immature." Saige rolled her eyes.

"I actually agree with Ron. Hermione, where's the bathroom?" Torri asked.

"Bloody hell. All of you, I was only joking. Harry isn't...Isn't a pervert, unlike you lot." Saige said, sliding off Harry and sitting in Ron's seat.

"I still don't know where the toilets are people," Torri asked, impatience in her voice.

"No one cares..." Saige sang.

Torri chucked the finger at Saige. "Then I'll find it myself."

"You do that," Saige and Hermione said together.

She walked out of the compartment, finding that the bathroom was right next to their compartment. "Hey, this might not be a bad thing."

"Oh bloody hell. A complete idiot if you ask me," Ron said, smacking a hand to his forehead.

Saige and Hermione giggled.

"We're here!" Hermione announced, standing up and stretching.

Torri walked back in. "We are?"

"What do you think?" Saige scoffed, and grabbed her trunk.

Torri quickly threw her robe on over her shirt, after taking off her sweatshirt. She grabbed her trunk also.

Saige pulled on her robe, not caring how it looked, and looked at Harry. "So, let's get out of here." They waited until the train came to a complete stop, and then got off the train.

Saige was the first to leave the compartment, and headed off down the corridor, following the crowd of students pushing through to get off the train. Once completely off, they set down their trunks and headed for a coach.

"You don't think because it's our first year at Hogwarts that we have to go with the actual first years, do you?" Torri muttered to Saige.

"Nah." Saige fell in step with her.

"But we still have to be sorted, that's what sucks."

"Oh, keep your pants on," Saige ran a hand through her hair.

"I dunno, kind of feel like walking around half-naked," Torri said sarcastically, quickly pulling her hair into a very long messy ponytail.

"Don't even think about it." Saige climbed into one of the carriages.

Torri hopped up, but looked around fully before getting in.

The silently rode up the path to the school, no one dared to speak. For the familiar three they were happy to be back, but for the other two you couldn't tell whether they were nervous or anxious.

The coach finally stopped. They got out, eyes staring up at the ancient castle. Before they could enter, a man with greasy black hair came up to them.

"Snape," Harry muttered as he, Hermione, and Ron took off for the Great Hall. Saige and Torri knew this man; he was a friend of their father's.

"McGonagall wants you two in her office," He said.

"Great..." Saige huffed. "And I don't even know who she is." She looked at Torri, whose face was of disgust.

"What'd we do, Snape?" Torri asked.

"In school, I shall be called professor." He turned, leading them to the Deputy Headmistress's office.

"Nice one," Saige muttered. "Well, this should be fun..."

Torri nodded her head. They reached her office, and Professor Snape left, heading to the feast.

"Hm, do you think we got detention?"

"I wish. Suspension, maybe expulsion. It'd get us out of here."

"But Harry is sexy...I don't want to leave without saying goodbye..."

"I'm sure they would let us eat first. But I highly doubt that it has anything to do with something that has an ion at the end."

"Sure..." Saige sat in one of the chairs. "Here we go..."

Torri looked around and sat in the other chair. On the desk in front of them was a brown and tan tabby cat.

All of a sudden it changed into an...aged woman. Torri and Saige exchanged glances. This was going to be very interesting indeed.