THE LAST LINE OF SLYTHERIN

Chapter 1: The Twins

July 30tht 1997

10 Downing Street

"Jamie, did you get this letter?" The tinkling voice echoed throughout the damp and dreary grey hallway of the Orphanage as the sixteen-year-old girl made her way to her twin brother's bedroom. There was no surprise in her dark eyes when she saw that her dear brother was in no great discomfort thanks to the ever breathless Annabelle Lin, the brainless twit. As Annabelle hurriedly put her shirt on and dashed out of the room, Lily Raphulphus quipped an eyebrow up in question to his current entertainment. James grinned a reply showing his pearly whites that hundreds of women aging 10 to 60 had lost their hearts to. He ruffled his silky blond hair. "Got to hand it to you sis, you sure know how to make an entrance at the right time."

Of course there was no one in the four bed dormitory, for it was totally entitled to James, who ruled the boys and the ladies hearts in the Orphanage. Lily laughed and punched her brother affectionately on the shoulder. It was a small wonder in their dark and dreary world that they had found happiness and enlightenment in each other's company. No one would have thought that a pair like Lily and James could be brothers and sisters much less twins. For one thing, they look as different as they were in personalities. Lily had a pale heart shaped face that contrasted a lot to her dark hair and eyes. She was shy but had a temper that often resorted to her planned schemes of revenge on anyone who was to harm a hair on her brother's head or get on her nerves, including James. Lily's twin brother on the other hand had silky dirty blond hair with a pair of laughing green eyes. Anyone could tell that he was the ladies' man with that foolish grin of his. The little devil loved to taste what life had to offer and enjoyed every moment of it.

Nevertheless, all these harsh differences of theirs never kept them from playing pranks and other practical jokes on their Matron Mairi, who often rambled on about strange things about the twins' mother when she was drunk on gin. "A terrible man, she said. You are the sick little bastards of some monster. I only could imagine how you two could be the brats of an evil fiend." James and Lily never minded the occasional ramblings of the old hag although James often preferred being called Jamie. Lily decided that it sounded cooler to him.

"Now that you've eased and rested from all that exercise of yours, I trust that you'll listen to me right now?" They both chuckled as she opened up the envelope and read the curious little letter. "Yeah, I actually got one too. See, look at this. It's got the same emblem, funny isn't it? Do you reckon it's that school that Ms. Vance once mentioned?" Ms. Emmeline Vance had one day just popped out of nowhere and knocked on the Orphanage door and had asked to see the two delightful twins. At the age of nine, the twins were desperate to leave the miserable place they had to call their home and were quite ecstatic as to see that someone had shown interest in them. They were briefly disappointed for a moment however the next minute spent on her explanation as to how they were wizards with magical powers shocked them to their little toes.

James hadn't believed her right away, asking for proof as he did so but Lily on the other hand had given a comical maniac's grin for she thought she had done things too strange for…normal people. It didn't really matter for the two children were taught every Tuesday, Thursday and Saturday for the next six years of their life about this magical world in which they were never allowed to tread upon. "Why can't we study in that special school of yours? Why are we stuck in this rubbish?" But their tutor just smiled wanly and patted her pupil's cheek and said, "There were strange consequences at your birth that prevent you from going with your peers." Though Lily had countlessly rebounded, Ms. Vance chose to not answer the rest as the things were not to be talked about anymore according to Dumbledore's rules.

After a year's worth of interrogation, Lily had given up and quietly studied and practiced all her spells and charm work. They were told to keep their magic quiet and unnoticed as they were not allowed to use magic at their age. Often in books and the small written tests they had, James had proved himself to be quite the wizard; however Lily was quite powerful in the Dark Arts and the intricacies of Potions. Nonetheless, they were apt students, matching up to Wizard Standards with admirable results and passing remarks for their capabilities. "You'll both go far in the world, once you're ready." Once they had learned a few bits of magic, the twins had begun to understand that because of this power they were never allowed to be adopted and neither were they allowed leaving the building premises. Although this realization had upset James quite a bit, Lily hadn't minded. "The world outside is packed with nothing but a bunch of medieval minded people. What have we got to do with their lot? It's best to sit tight and do what Ms. Vance tells us to do." And James would grudgingly agree.

"Do you reckon the letter might explain what really happened to Ms. Vance?" James began to rip the envelope, detaching the old fashioned wax emblem. The contents of the letter were so peculiar that James for a moment had wondered if the sender was quite mad. "Lily, did you look at this? It says we're allowed to go to Hogwarts now." Lily only nodded slightly. Her dream of going to the school was slowly becoming true. She read and re-read the letter in a driving frenzy.

To Ms. L. Randhulphus

You are now to attend Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry starting on September 1st. However, you are required to pass a certain exam in order to choose your subjects and set your timetable. We shall discuss this at Hogwarts sometime in mid-August. This will give you time to buy your equipment and robes after. For now, you will be sent a certain wizard from the Ministry of Magic and he will assist you to move from your current location to his charming home, where you shall live for the next month. I wish you a wonderful summer and hope to see you in Hogwarts.

Headmistress

Professor McGonagall

"How does she expect us to pay for the equipment and robes? I don't remember anyone leaving us an inheritance." Lily read and reread over again, her lips were scrunched in a prude manner, a habit unbroken over the years. "You obviously don't read much do you big brother? Look at what it says after." James scanned the letter and soon enough there it was:

P.S. – Do not worry about the money. Hogwarts has a personal vault for any student in need of financial services.

"Do you think this person whose supposed to escort is on their way right now? It's almost eleven at night." James shrugged. From the peculiar look on his face, Lily could see that he wasn't anywhere near to believing that they would finally be able to leave this place. Lily got out of the room, literally bursting from the inside with happiness and went to pack a few belongings.

James continued to stare at the letter. He wasn't sure he would do so well for they had been deprived of their magical education for well over a year. The 16-year-old lad often wondered how someone could've murdered their teacher that fateful June night a year ago. The murder was so precise and inquisitive that it still left experts astounded throughout Britain. Unlike what his sister thought, James wasn't so keen on leaving. Lying back upon the hard bed, he breathed deeply as if taking in the last of everything. He had carved himself a name in the Orphanage and had access to powerful friends outside unlike what their foster parents thought about them. But if Lily would be happy at Hogwarts then he was happy to forget them for a while and wave a few wands.

James never noticed the green emerald fire forming in the spotless fire place (their Matron spent too much on Gin to keep her kids warm). Soon there was a small pop and out of nowhere a man emerged from the fireplace shaking off the excess bit of soot. "I do believe this is the cleanest fireplace I have ever been to other than those eklectic fireplaces of course." James ogled at the person before him robed in dark forest green from head to toe. On the right side of his chest, a badge in very precise tiny writing said:

MINISTRY OF MAGIC

HEAD OF THE OFFICE FOR THE DETECTION AND CONFISCATION OF COUNTERFEIT DEFENSIVE SPELLS AND PROTECTIVE OBJECTS

ARTHUR WEASLEY

"I do hope you knew about my arrival. I hate to make a rude entry into anyone's house." He smiled a friendly smile and shook James hand. "Arthur Weasley, Head of the Office for the Detection and Confiscation of Counterfeit Defensive Spells and Protective Objects in the Ministry of Magic. I trust that you had received a letter from your headmistress?" James continued to stare; his mind remained blank and took in his image: The balding red hair, his bleary brown eyes and his unusual appearance. "James, I thought I heard a noise. Are you ­—?" The man waved a wand and froze his sister at the door, making her teeter over and fall flat on her face unable to move.

"WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO THAT FOR? THAT'S MY SISTER!" James stomped over to his sibling and turned her over making sure she was alright. Mr. Weasley on the other hand turned a slight shade of pink and red over the ears. "Oh my, that's your twin sister? Well, you certainly, er, look different from one another." Sending a death like glare at the man, James took out his wand from his night table and was about to unfreeze Lily when Mr. Weasley raised a hand and warned him. "I would advise you not to use magic at the moment. You are not protected anymore by Ms. Vance's or Dumbledore's magic from being known by the Ministry of Magic." With another wave of his wand, Lily sprung once again to life, breathing harshly and looking quite scandalized at the adult wizard.

"I'm sorry for that Lily. I do apologize profoundly, not at all a good treatment of a young witch from me. I do hope you'll be able to forgive me." Lily looked warily from him to James and asked tentatively after shaking his hand. "Um, sir, aren't you from the Ministry of Magic?" She glanced down at his badge again secretly glad that he had stopped James for Ms. Vance told them never to practice magic while she was gone. The man seemed surprised but nonetheless chose to answer. "Yes, I do work there but I also work in a special organization that is bent on protecting wizards like you against You-know-Who." Her dark brow raised as did James' blond one. "Ah…it's best if I explained that later. Anymore questions?" "Er, sir, are you here to pick us up?" The balding man beamed and nodded. "I trust that you are ready? No? Well, you better hurry. You have five minutes to pack everything you will need." It barely took two minutes because they didn't have very many possessions except their wands and some clothes and a tiny snow globe that James had given Lily four years ago after winning a hand at poker against Billy Blake, the Orphanage King at the time. "Are we going to, um, your house?" Mr. Weasely regarded the girl closely. Is it possible for them to go bad as their sire? He thought quietly then hastily answered her question. "Why yes! You're going to meet my wife Molly, don't worry she's quite delightful and she won't stop feeding you until you can't possibly fit into your pyjamas." His eyes crinkled as he laughed and Lily gave a small smile. "Are we going to go there by, you know, like how you did? In the fireplace?" Mr. Weasley nodded. "We will be using floo powder." He said as he held out a small bag and showed the light glittery substance. "I understand the network might be watched but no matter, if anyone asks, you are long distant relatives from Wales visiting and I was picking you up from a wrong address." Lily and James gave each other a side-along glance, both agreeing that the man and everything that was going on was quite absurd.

"Now, you throw some of the powder in the fireplace and instantly green flames will appear. You step into the fire, no, no, it won't harm you and say The Burrow very precisely and strongly. Then you just drop some powder and poof you shall be there. Now I warn you. The feeling might be a bit strange, so you have to close your eyes tight to keep off soot and tuck your elbows in and you have to say your destination without hesitation, otherwise you might end up somewhere else. Alright, now, ready? Why don't you go first James?" James looked back at his sister and nodded to confirm that it was safe. He took some of the powder offered to him, threw it into the fireplace where green flames appeared. Lily gave a small cry of surprise. James then stepped in and braced himself for the burn but when he felt nothing, smiled and said confidently "The Burrow" and disappeared. Lily hesitated but did as she was told to do and in a small feeble voice, she announced her destination and disappeared. Mr. Weasley flicked his wand and locked the door and switched off the lights, then proceeded to travel by Floo himself. His one last thought before swirling into the green vortex was, "I hope Dumbledore had been right about this."

July 30th 1997

4 Privet Drive

Outside the dreary Muggle Orphanage in Downing Street, the weather wasn't much different. The fog continued to get thicker and thicker until you couldn't see three feet ahead of you. The Muggle residents wondered, confused by this wretched weather pattern and blamed profusely on the weatherman so much that most of them quit. Even at five o'clock in the afternoon, where the sun would start to move west and away from people's heads and the wind would pick up and cool everyone down, no one was outside. The weather had also seemed to breed violence for the crime rate had gone up the charts for the past few weeks. People were expected to live no more than two years of the age they were currently. The news about how the police hadn't managed to catch one single criminal yet didn't help keep the peace and residents were moving, mostly to America or the Swiss. (France, Spain and Germany were having similar problems)

A few miles away in another suburban area called Privet Drive, the residents sour and shallow though they already maybe, seemed four times as sullen with the weather. Among the same models of houses was one that was special for two reasons. One, its address was 4 Privet Drive and the other, the Boy who was destined to banish the Evil Wizard that was partly the cause of the fog, lived there. Though he is now the only hope that the Magical Community and the rest of the world have of ever defeating Lord Voldemort, one would think twice as to relying on him if they saw his mood today.

"WHAT?" an angry outburst came from the tiny window in suburban home. Harry Potter's green eyes were sparkling in shock as he read and reread today's Daily Prophet paper. "They arrest Stan Shunpike for having connections with Death Eaters and they let go of a real one!" He threw down the paper and went to get some quill, ink and paper to write a letter to his two best friends Ron and Hermione. Assuming the readers know, we might be able to judge why Harry was in a poor mood by reading the following article.

TWO WIZARDS ACCUSED OF MURDERING ALBUS DUMBLEDORE CLEARED OF CHARGES

The Ministry of Magic put Severus Snape, a teacher at Hogwarts plus a former Death Eater and Draco Malfoy, son of a Death Eater, were both put on trial for the murder of Hogwart's Headmaster Albus Dumbledore. They were cleared of all charges due to lack of evidence even though our own Chosen One, Harry Potter, gave his statement and served as witness to Dumbledore's murder. However, due to his peculiar and impossible coincidence of being there and not revealing as to why he was there, the Ministry of Magic, Rufus Scrimegeour, overruled Potter's statement. Then Severus Snape was cross examined as was young Malfoy and both gave passable answers.

"We even had them take Veritaserum and anyone should know how powerfully it works and still they said nothing about murdering Albus Dumbledore with the Killing Curse. We also had checked and rechecked their memories but not a single scene was in there to indicate that they even had a glimpse of the poor old man." Said new Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement Percy Weasley. As an added bonus it seemed to the two convicts, Rufus Scrimegeour ordered Hogwarts' Headmistress Professor McGonagall to return Professor Snape and Draco Malfoy to their rightful places at the school.

"It is a shame that Albus Dumbledore had to pass away. He protected the entire Magical Community and had tried to warn us when He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named was back. I'm extremely…" (For complete story turn to pg.6)

It started to pour but that didn't stop Harry from practically shoving his pet owl Hedwig through his small window to get some answers from his friends. His brilliant green eyes longingly searched the watery scene remembering all that had happened during the past two months. He slammed a fist down on the night table for he regretted that he hadn't been able to do anything for his teacher when he was right there. Pitifully stunned but still, maybe if he had… Harry gave a bitter smirk, how many times had he said "Maybe if he had…" Maybe if he had told the Ministry the truth about why he was there stunned in Dumbledore's office, then maybe Snape and Malfoy would've been put in Prison. And then what, they would've escaped along with their other fellow Death Eaters? No, its better that they stay in Hogwarts, at least then you would be able to keep an eye on them. Then when the time is right, you can extract your revenge.

Harry frowned, he couldn't remember the last time he had been so cold and calculating ever since Sirius died. He shrugged it off and was about to go to bed when a knock on the door caused him to turn and let the person enter. It turned out to be two people, much more surprisingly it was Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia. "What do you want now? My birthday's tomorrow, I'll be gone by tomorrow morning." He glared at his guardians that had fostered him miserably for the past 16 years of his life. "Yes, well, your aunt and I were here to make sure that if you ever needed a place to visit again. Send us word and we would be happy to have you back." Uncle Vernon ended with what looked like a forced cheery smile. Aunt Petunia on the other hand looked sullen and pinched on her face bony as ever. Harry gave a short laugh. "You want some of my inheritance? Don't worry I'll pay you alright, since you took care of me anyway. But I won't ever come back! Here! Take this!" Harry opened his trunk and grabbed a fistful of galleons and shoved it into Uncle Vernon's greedy palms.

He leered and laughed and jingled them in his fleshy palms as he showed them to his wife. Aunt Petunia held her palms outward to keep him from showing it to her. It seemed that she didn't want the money at all. "Why, Aunt Petunia isn't it a bit late now to feel guilty about treating me so bad?" Harry gave a sneer not bothering to stop his ill comments. Aunt Petunia turned her misty pale eyes (so unlike Harry's) on her nephew and narrowed them. "For your information, anything that belongs to that world of my dear sister's I find unworthy and disgusting, no matter what your Uncle thinks." It was clear that Harry's aunt and uncle had a row over this.

"But nonetheless, Petunia dear, it seems that their world do have some…useful things. I shall melt them down; I think we can be millionaires if I get a good price for all this." Young Potter's eyes glared daggers at the disgusting Muggle he had to call his Uncle. He couldn't wait to get out of here. He knew that Tonks as well as Ron or Hermione or maybe even Ginny would pick him up and take him to the Burrow. He was to attend Bill and Fleur's wedding as was promised that June. Then he would go to Godric's Hollow and visit his parent's graves and then he would go on a search to find the rest of Voldemort's horcruxes. He couldn't go back to the school and he doubted it was even going to open, not with the Second Wizarding War going on and Dumbledore dead. And Professor McGonagall was getting too old for all this. She had already been hit by four stunners when Umbridge had taken over the school in his fifth year.

As he closed the door behind his uncle and aunt, he went back to lie on his bed, wishing that Ron and Hermione or even better yet Ginny were here. For the first two weeks of the summer, Harry had avoided writing to her thinking it might lead her on for he had broke it off with her in June because of his unsteady future. But, his brain wouldn't stop nagging him and so he wrote her a casual letter asking how things were going on in her life. A day or two later, he received a letter written in the same casual manner. At first, he didn't know if he was to be disappointed or angry or relieved, but then again what was he thinking? That she would write him a tearful letter explaining how much she wanted him and loved him still? That she was about to suicide because he sounded so indifferent. The still sixteen-year-old scrunched his eyes and for minute asked God, that why was it he who had to carry the burden of the prophecy? He felt slightly guilty for that because even though the prophecy hadn't affected his friend Neville, he had still suffered, with his parents becoming insane.

Soon, midnight struck and Harry turned seventeen. Other than a slight stomach wallop, he hadn't so much as felt any better or different. Precisely at that time, Hedwig chose to come back…along with company. "Professor Moody! Ron! Hermione? What are you doing here?" Harry grinned from inside his window at the wizards on brooms. (Except for Hermione, she was on Ron's broomstick and holding on for dear life, which didn't seem to bother him at all) "Hello Harry! We knew you were probably going to come alone but we figured it wasn't safe enough and thought we would just drop by and pick you up ourselves. Oh, by the way, we got your letter but I think its better explained later." Ron appreciatively grinned back at his best friend's face. Hermione made a move as to say something authoritative but moaned and went back to clutching Ron's back. Moody grumbled and growled, "We'd better be off soon. I sense a dark presence nearby. I trust that you have you trunk packed?"

Harry nodded and went to fetch it. Pretty soon, they were off into the cloudy night. Even though their chances were slim of being noticed, Moody nevertheless told Harry to put on his Invisibility Cloak. "So, how's everyone?" Harry was anxious for some news being confined in the Dursleys as he was. "Umm…I guess we're all okay. Bill is kind of alright but Lupin was right, he's going to have those scars and be wolfish forever, but that just makes Fleur love him more. Ginny still can't stand her by the way. Oh, and also, it's going to be a double wedding."

"Who's the other?" Harry asked though he already knew the answer. "Tonks finally convinced Professor Lupin to marry her." Hermione gasped again and buried her face into the back of Ron's robes for the rest of the journey. "Speaking of Ginny, what happened to you two, mate? I thought you were still together. She wanted to come but, mom got a little too worried. She barely let us go, but with everyone busy in the Order and Dad gone to fetch two other kids that will also be staying, she…" "What other kids?"

"Oh, I forgot you haven't heard. These two orphans are going to be living with us too. They'll be coming to Hogwarts this year." Even after Dumbledore had died, the school was still going to remain open? Harry had thought Professor McGonagall might have some clue as to what could happen to students and such but he guessed that with age, there comes a deterioration of the brain also. "Well, I'm not going to Hogwarts even if it does open." Ron nodded, "Yeah, I know bro." His blue eyes stared straight forward away from Harry's face so he couldn't understand what he really thought.

"That's the Burrow. Take a dive everyone." growled Moody. Finally, after passing over the village, they swooped through some clouds and landed in the backyard where the broom shed was. Harry offered to put away their brooms for Hermione had apparently fainted and while Ron carried her inside, Moody directed them in and told Harry to hurry. It was getting late anyways. Walking over to the broom shed, he didn't expect to hear the coughing sound. With his wand swiped out and pointed, he treaded carefully to over where the door was. A noise was made as if the intruder dropped some things. Carefully, Harry pulled open the door and pointed it straight at the culprit yelling, "WHO ARE YOU?"

The figure calmly raised their hands and swayed warily. "You best move that wand away 'cause I'm not here to harm anyone. I'm looking for my brother. It seems that I was separated from him when I was travelling through the fireplace with Mr. Weasley." Guilt washed over him as Harry realized who the person was. Lily watched warily as she watched the stranger light his wand and let it illuminate her face and her person. It infuriated her to be examined like this, all dusty and grimy from the soot and also from a fireplace in a shed which no one knew about from the looks of it. Finally, satisfied with what he confirmed, he held out a hand. "Sorry about that. You can't really trust anyone out here during this time." Lily forced a smile and didn't bother to take his offered hand. "Well, it would've been nice to actually consider the limits of what kind of harm could've been done to you for a witch of my age." she answered haughtily taking in the sight of the boy.

He had the most fascinating green eyes, a bit more dark than her brother's own mossy ones and his untidy jet black hair seemed to give him the resemblance of a windswept look. Gosh, how she wished he would give her a self satisfied smirk. He looked too sincere, too nice and worried to be called a jerk; nonetheless, she followed him quietly putting up a barrier against him blocking him out of her world and mind like she did with every guy except her brother. No that wasn't true, she had been trusting once before, but that was over a year ago, before Will.

They entered the warm atmosphere of the house. Lily hadn't expected to see all the pots and pans fly everywhere and some of it looked like they were cooking inside themselves. Blinking several times didn't erase the image. The boy however, seemed to mesh right in with the atmosphere and promptly went to the kitchen counter to say hello to someone. The dumpy looking creature rose from behind and rose, enabling Lily to make out the face of a short plump woman with red hair. Her brown eyes crinkled and she smiled a warm smile that reached to the tips of your toes — at Harry. Instantly, Lily put up a shield again. She wouldn't get too comfortable with her motherly kindness, after all, hadn't her own mother left her and her brother and what kind of a mother had Mairi been? No, this woman was too nice for her own good.

"Are you Lily dear? Ah, yes. My husband Arthur went to search out for you, don't worry I'll just call him back. Your brother was about to look for you too but one of you gone was enough the trouble. You never know what happens to wizards like us these days." Lily didn't know. She opened her mouth to ask the boy beside her but she saw that he had already left her to go upstairs. "Don't be shy dear, you go right up and follow him. Harry is a very nice boy. His mom and dad died while he was very young like you and therefore stays with us sometimes during the summer holidays. He's best friends with my youngest son, Ron. Go up now; he'll point you to your room." Lily looked back at the boy who helped her. He seemed like he'd seen a lot of things in his life a boy his age shouldn't have. She almost pitied him, then remembered that he was older than her and had been out in the world of magic more than her and it was obvious that he would know more. After feeling a twinge of jealousy, she entered the room.

"Wow, your room is filled with the Chudley Canons posters. They're my favourite team." Lily grinned at her brother, knowing that he had loads more favourite teams and he was just trying to get the owner to like him more and probably lend him some of his stuff. "Really? As you can see, I like the Chaser but the Seeker isn't so bad either you know." A long lanky red haired boy pointed excitedly at the moving pictures that covered the walls and the ceiling of the crammed room. Lily had to admit, after examining the peculiar boy's room, Quidditch seemed pretty cool, though she wouldn't play it herself.

"Honestly Ron, I don't see why boys have to go all gaga over Quidditch. Oh, sorry Ginny, I forgot you're a Quidditch fan too, not to mention one of the best chasers at school." A girl with bushy brown hair sat on the bed beside a red haired girl. The boy and the girl were probably siblings and son and daughter of the nice Weasleys.

"Oh, we have a visitor." The red haired girl perked up. "Harry won't you introduce us?" Harry turned around to look at the girl in surprise. He had forgotten that she was following him and he wasn't amazed, she was at least a head or two smaller than him. Her shallow appearance gave her the look of a twelve-year-old. "Oh yeah, this is…um…sorry, I didn't catch your name." "It's Lillian Randhulphus." She replied coolly. The obvious tension froze the atmosphere in the room. A low whistle escaped James lips. "Wow, sis, I didn't expect you to ever use that name, I thought you preferred Lily." His infectious attitude would normally have got a grin out of her face but tonight she wasn't in the mood. "Lillian isn't so bad when you're making acquaintances." She held her gaze toward Harry but her lashes veiled her thoughts. Harry's scar began to prickle. James hopped off the bed over to Harry and stuck a hand out. "I'm James, Lily's twin brother by the way but you can call me Jamie. Don't mind her; she's just a bit odd sometimes. She can frown a whole army away."

There seemed to be a shocking silence held by the bushy brown haired girl, the Weasley boy and Harry. Hermione stepped forward to introduce herself to Lily thus breaking the eerie silence. "My name's Hermione Granger. Your brother's quite the comedian. He'll get along well enough in Hogwarts. This is Ginny and that's her older brother Ron."

Each in turn had nodded their heads and Lily smiled a thin smile like she always had when she met people but this time she didn't really want to but knew for her own sake she must. Pretty soon, another knock erupted from the door followed by a heavily French accented hello. "Ah there you 'are Ginny, come I need you v'one last time to make sure everything's ready for the wedding list. Maintenant — Mon Dieu!" Fleur looked as white as her hair when she saw Lily. "Oh no! We don't have a dress made for you!" Lily shifted her feet uneasily. "I don't have to come to the wedding, I can wait until the ceremony's over, then —"

"Mais non! Absolutely NOT! It's a double wedding and no matter how bad the times are, no one must miss out on my wedding! Now please come with me little one and I shall measure you and sew up a delightful dress like this." She snapped her fingers for emphasis and grabbed Lily's wrist and pulled her out the door despite her protests. "Phew, I know I shouldn't be glad but I'm really happy that I got out of that one." Hermione frowned slightly at Ginny's reply but resorted to a giggle. James on the other hand burst out in laughter. "I can't imagine Lily wearing girls clothes much less a dress. Oh this will bloody make my day. When's the wedding?"

"The day after tomorrow," replied Hermione as informatively as always. "Your sister best like pink, 'cause that's what we'll all have to wear."

"Ugh, don't remind me Hermione. Phlegm wouldn't stop talking about it. 'Oh how nice you and my sister Gabriel will look together! It'll be like having two little princesses next to a queen!' " Ginny's continuous mocking of her soon to be sister in law would never cease to end. "Who's the other bride? Is she as hot as her?" James asked casually.

"Tonks?" Both Harry and Ron looked at each other and then gave out a burst of laughter. Hermione shot daggers while Ginny muttered incoherent things about men. "Tonks is cool and all that but —"Harry managed to say. "But, you wouldn't want her for a girlfriend. Not unless you like your hair and noses to be available in variety of shapes and sizes." Ron snickered. James guffawed with delight and the laughing didn't stop in the room until Mrs. Weasley threatened to make them clean the attic before the wedding. Quietly, Ginny and Hermione left the room and went into theirs only to find their other guest asleep mumbling about not wanting pink. They snickered and got ready for bed. They never heard her hiss about hating pink though.


Yeah...the last sentence was a bit weird and all but meh...i couldn't write it any other way...i posted this story up several times but i always found mistakes in it and all...this chappie went slow...i'll try to hurry it up a bit next time...

- Unawoken Dream