Me: Hey guys, hope you had a great Christmas and a happy new year!
Sorry for the late update. I was once again admitted in the hospital cause of an incurable infection they found in my system…like they did last year. I practically stayed at the hospital for about two weeks and went home with a picc line and IV antibiotics treatment for twelve days. I'm somewhat alright now, but I'm still recovering from lose of using my arm since I couldn't move it much with the picc line even though I was doing some exercises, but for some odd reason, when I had the picc line, it hurt like hell…as for the liver tumors, it wasn't cancer, but not sure if they are going to remove them or not.
To those who reviewed: albus potter-greengrass, sexy Seren, white collar black wolf, Sakura Lisel, lilyflower50, asiya Halima kone, kirsty21, KAW2015HPLOVER, Vampireking40, MidnightStorm22, Penny is wise, rowenasheir and Wishfull-star – I thank you all.
Ablus potter-greengrass – so far, there is no plan of surgery so I'm not worried right now, but I do have faith that if I do get a surgery, that it will go well. As for the Head of the Potters, I do know that Fleamont's family was the main line but since James died, someone has to take the Head title until Harry is at age so Charlus, James' distant cousin takes the title until then.
Sakura Lisel – did you review the wrong story? Harry and Iris are twins in this version, not Harry and Draco, that's in Magical Twins (rewrite).
Anyway, hope you had a wonderful year of 2018 and all you have an excellent year of 2019. Enjoy the new update!
-Sept. 1, King Cross-
The Potter siblings were pushing their carts that had their trunks that had all of their supplies, books and robes. Their familiars were in their cages.
Harry had a poisonous Spitting Cobra snake name Liza with permission from his godfather. Iris had a snowy white owl name Hedwig after a witch her brother found in their history book, A History of Magic. And Azalea had elegant young eagle name Anura that means a smart, witty and knowledgeable person or in this case her eagle.
They reached at the platform of nine and ten where they stood in the middle.
The three children dashed forward where they went through the magical barrier. They suddenly were staring at a scarlet steam engine with a sign overhead saying 'Hogwarts Express'. Smoke from the engine drifted over the heads of the chattering adults and students from all years.
"Do you have everything?" Petunia asked for the twentieth time.
"For the last time mother, yes," Azalea said annoyingly. She crossed her arms, "Can't we go? I want to find a compartment and not deal with dunderheads."
"Alright, alright dear," said Petunia before sighing, "I know you protested to go to Beauxbatons where I attended, but just be careful…all of you, understand?"
The children nodded before giving Petunia and Alex one last hug. They let go before heading inside the train to find a compartment. The Potter siblings looked around to see a few students packing their trucks or leaning over to the window and waving to their families.
It didn't take long for them to find a perfect compartment that was in the middle of the train. The three helped each other on lifting their trunks over the seats before settling down.
"Finally, I never thought this day will never come," said Azalea, dramatically. She smiled, "I can't wait! We'll soon be learning magic guys."
"I know," said Iris, excitedly. That's when the door of the compartment slid open and stood a bushy brown hair girl who had rather large front teeth and was already wearing her Hogwarts robes. Iris smiled, "Hello, and you are?"
"I'm Hermione Granger, the very first in my family to have magic. It was such a surprise when I got my letter, but I was ever so pleased, of course, I mean, it's the very best school of witchcraft there is! I've heard – I've learned all our course books by heart, of course…I just hope it will be enough. Who are you?"
"Oh, easy there Hermione," said Iris. "Take a breather or something. And to answer your question, I'm Iris and this is my brother, Harry and my cousin Azalea."
"As the Potter Twins-Who-Lived?" asked Hermione as the twins nodded. She smiled before leaning over to her face, "I know all about you! I got a few extra books for background reading and the you two are in 'Modern Magical History', 'The Rise and Fall of the Dark Arts', and Great Wizarding Events of the Twentieth Century'."
"We know," said Iris.
"Just don't believe what some of the books say," said Harry. "Some can be misleading. When we were younger, some wizards created stories about us that were false. Our uncle had to sue them."
Hermione widened her eyes, "I guess being famous is quite complicated like in the muggle world. Celebrities get harassed by the media and press nonstop."
"You have no idea," said the twins.
"Do you want to join us, Granger?" offered Azalea. "Most wizards and witches would accept muggleborns like you, but if you find yourself with purebloods, then they will give yea a cold shoulder."
"Why?" asked Hermione as Harry helped lifted up her trunk on top and took a seat by Azalea. While Azalea explained the problems about the muggleborns and purebloods, the door slid open once again but this time a boy looking rather timid and tearful.
"Sorry, but have any of you seen a toad around here?"
Before anyone could answer, Harry's familiar hissed, "I smell the toad not too far from here…tell him to check to his left."
Harry looked down and sure enough there was a greenish toad close by the compartment door. He got up and picked up the toad, "You're in luck. He was nearby the door though we didn't see him come in at all."
The timid boy sighed in relief, "Thanks. My uncle gave him to me as a gift for getting my Hogwarts letter. My gran would have been mad if I lost him again. By the way, my name is Neville Longbottom.
"Nice to meet yea, Neville. I'm Harry and my sister, Iris and my right is my cousin Azalea and our friend Hermione Granger."
"If you like you can sit with us during the trip," offered Iris.
"Really? Then-Then let me get my trunk," said Neville before leaving the compartment. He came back with his trunk and placed it on top of the seats before sitting down next to Harry. "Um, how did you know that my toad was here when you didn't notice him?"
Harry rolled up his sleeve, "This is my familiar, Liza. I was giving permission by one of the Head of house at Hogwarts that allowed me to bring her. Don't worry, she's really friendly."
Neville nodded, nervously but hold onto his toad close to him.
"Why is your familiar a snake?" asked Hermione.
"That's because my dear brother is a Parseltongue," replied Iris before seeing the confuse look on Hermione's face and a terrified look on Neville's face. "You don't have to be scared Neville. Harry is not an 'evil' wizard just cause he can talk to snakes. Besides, don't you know wizards who can speak Parseltongue have strong healing magic?"
Hermione frowned, "What's so wrong about being Parseltongue if they have healing magic?"
"The known wizards in Britain that have that ability were Salazar Slytherin and You-Know-Who aka Tom Riddle Jr." replied Azalea. "And since those two were well-known dark wizards, everyone in the British wizarding community thinks whoever has that ability must be evil."
"Also to those who are sorted into Slytherin," said Iris.
"That's not right," murmured Hermione before frowning. "Nobody should be judge by on different people's mistakes and Slytherin's are not evil. They are…"
"Cunning and ambition," finished Harry. "Which frankly many light wizards think that's a reason why they 'turn' evil."
"I see, but Headmaster Dumbledore must be doing something about it?" asked Hermione.
Harry snorted, "Not likely. Judging by the stories from my godfather and uncles, Dumbledore favors the Gryffindors ever since he was given the position of Headmaster of Hogwarts. He doesn't really care about the other houses."
Hermione and Neville widened their eyes.
"But – But he should do something! He's the leader of the Light," argued Hermione.
Iris snorted," Leader of the Light my ass! Let me tell yea the mask behind that grandfather appearance he tries to be."
After an hour, Hermione and Neville learned the truth about Dumbledore. That's when the door of the compartment open once more and came in was a boy with red hair.
"Hey, do you have any more room? Everywhere else is sort of full."
"Go ahead," said Harry.
The redhead smiled before taking a seat by Hermione. "Name's Ron Weasley, what's yours?"
"Harry and this is my sister, Iris. Across from me is my cousin, Azalea. Seating next to her is Hermione Granger and seating next to me is Neville Longbottom."
Ron widened his eyes, "You're the Twins-Who-Lived! Is it true that you have the scars? Do you remember what You-Know-Who looks like?"
The Potter twins glared at the redhead while Hermione and Azalea had a frown on their faces.
"Well that's a rude question to ask them," said Hermione. "Why do you want to know if they have the scars? Or if they remember the man that killed their parents?"
Ron blushed from embarrassment, "Right, sorry. It's just…I didn't mean to sound like I'm a brat or something. I was…just curious, that's all."
"Apology forgiven," said Iris before smirking, "Now, do you have a favorite Quidditch team?" she asked, changing the subject about their scars.
While Iris and Ron were having an argument on which Quidditch team was the best, the door slid open yet again but this time a smiling, dimpled woman appeared, "Anything off the cart, dears?"
"Sure, do you want anything guys?" asked Harry.
"Licorice Wands and Cauldron Cakes please," replied Azalea, not taking off from the book she was reading. Hermione and Neville shook their heads.
Harry got some of everything and paid the woman eleven Sickles and seven Knuts. He slid the door closed before handing his cousin's candy before tossing a bag to his sister who catches it without looking.
"How – How did you caught that?" asked Ron.
"Being twins have its advantages," said Iris. "Most magical twins get some special abilities. For example, some twins can talk to each other though their minds; some have the same magical core which can be quite powerful."
"That explains how Fred and George can finish each other's sentences!" said Ron. Everyone gave him a confuse look. He sheepishly smiled, "Sorry. You see, I have twin brothers in my family. I have five brothers in total and one sister who will be coming to Hogwarts next year."
The Potter siblings and Hermione widen their eyes.
"You can say I've got a lot to live up to," said Ron, sadly. "Bill and Charlie have already left – Bill was Head Boy and Charlie was captain of Quidditch. Now Percy's a Prefect. Fred and George mess around a lot, but they still get really good marks and everyone thinks they're really funny. Everyone expects me to do as well as the others, but if I do, it's no big deal, because they did it first…"
Iris frowned, "Hey, don't think so negative about yourself Ron. True that your older brothers were great in Hogwarts, but now it's time to show them what you can do, got it?"
"That's right. Hey, you might surpass your brothers of something they never did," said Harry. Ron had his mouth open slightly before given them a smile. That's when Harry handed him a few candies, "Here have some."
"Thanks," said Ron, taking the offered candy and pasties. He was really grateful since his mother packed him four corned beef sandwiches that he didn't like. "So what house you guys think you'll be sorted into?" asked the redhead.
"Gryffindor," replied Iris before pouting, "My uncle and aunt keep on complaining that I act just like my dad. He was reckless and doing crazy stunts on his broom."
"Ravenclaw for me," said Azalea. "My dad went to Durmstrang while my mum went to Beauxbatons who was sorted into the house for knowledge. Dad says I'm just like my mum, but a splitting image of my Aunt Lily when she was young minus the eyes."
Ron agreed as he could see the similarities that Azalea and Iris have. They have the same red hair, but Iris is much darker while Azalea's was bright red. As for the eyes, Iris had hazel eyes while Azalea has green-blue eyes.
"Gryffindor since my family has been in that house for years. I don't know what they'll say if I'm not sorted there…I don't suppose Ravenclaw would be too bad, but imagine if they put me in Slytherin."
Harry frowned, "And what's wrong about being sorted into Slytherin? My family believes I'm a shoe in to be sorted into that house, if not Ravenclaw."
"But – But that's the house for dark wizards and witches!" argued Ron. "That's…That's also the house where You-Know-Who was in!"
Azalea gave an 'I told you look' to Hermione before addressing to Ron. "And where Merlin, the great sorcerer was sorted into. He did great things, and yet he was in the house of cunning."
Ron bit his lip, "I guess…you do have a point there. I just never heard anything good about that house since…well, you know…"
"The same with me," murmured Neville.
"It's best to see and hear it yourself than hearing it from other people," said Harry.
"…I guess I'll give the Slytherins a chance if they are nice," said Ron. "Most purebloods don't like us Weasley's since my father likes the stuff the muggles uses. What about you Neville?"
"Um…I guess Gryffindor since that's the house my gran wants me to be in," replied Neville. "She really wants me to follow in my father's footsteps."
Iris frowned, "She shouldn't do that. You're your own person, not your father."
Neville sighed, "I know, but it's really hard to change her mind about things."
Harry was about to say something when they were interrupted when the door slid open yet again, but this time it was Draco that Iris meet in Madam Malkin's robe shop. Behind him were two boys who looked extremely mean. They were standing on either side of the pale boy like some sort of bodyguards.
"There you are, Iris. I have been looking everywhere for you," said Draco. "This is Crabbe and Goyle. I've known them since I was really young."
Iris smiled, "Greetings. This is my brother, Harry and across from him is our cousin, Azalea. The other three are Neville Longbottom, Hermione Granger and…"
Draco looked at him with disgust, "No need to tell me who he is. My father told me all the Weasley's have red hair, freckles, and more children than they can afford."
Ron's face turned bright red from embarrassment and anger.
"That was mean to say to someone you don't really know," said Hermione.
Draco turned his head towards her, "Granger? Are you related to Hector Dagworth-Granger?"
"Um, I don't know," replied Hermione, nervously. She played her robes, "I just recently learned that I'm a witch when I got my letter."
Draco frowned and was about to say something, but Iris beat him first.
"Hey, you never know, you might be related to him without knowing. There are a bunch of squibs in the muggle world so somewhere in your family line shows your slightly distant related to him, right Draco?"
"I guess you do have a point," murmured the blond. "If you would excuse me, but I need to change into my robes as we are getting close to the station," Draco said before leaving the compartment with his two bodyguards.
Harry peered out of the window to see it was getting dark, but he could slightly see the village the train was going to stop. The boys left the compartment to dress in the bathrooms while the girls will dress in the compartment minus Hermione. Within a few minutes, the boys returned when they heard a voice echo through the train.
"We will be reaching Hogwarts in five minutes' time. Please leave your luggage on the train; it will be taken to the school separately."
Harry and his small group walked out from their compartment and joined the crowd of students. The train finally stopped and the students pushed their way towards the door and out on to a tiny, dark platform.
Suddenly they heard a loud voice, "First years! First years over here!"
There stood a giant man with a long, shaggy mane of hair and a wild, tangled beard. He was holding onto a lamp and waving his large hand. "C'mon, follow me! Mind yer step now! First years follow me!"
The Potter twins followed the large giant to a steep, narrow path and soon they found themselves by the edge of a great black lake. Perched atop a high mountain on the other side, its windows sparkling in the starry sky was a vast castle with many turrets and towers.
"No more than four in a boat!" the giant shouted, pointing to a fleet of little boast by the shore.
The Potter siblings and Ron sat into a boat while Neville and Hermione sat in another boat with two other students.
"Everyone in?" shouted the giant, who had a boat to himself. He looked around before nodding, "Right then – forward!"
Suddenly the fleet of boats moved on their own, gliding across the lake, which was a smooth as glass. Everyone was silent, staring in awe upon the great castle overhead. They soon entered into a dark tunnel, which seemed to be taking them right underneath the castle, until they reached a kind of underground harbor, where they clambered out onto rocks and pebbles.
Harry helped out his sister and cousin out of the boat before walking over to where Hermione and Neville were. Ron simply just followed them like a lost puppy.
They followed the giant into a passageway that leads to one of the side entrance of the castle.
The Potter siblings smirked, "Let the games begin…"
-Break Line-
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