Just so you know, I own none of this except for Regina and the Opposite twins concept. I'd like to thank my number one cheerleader Lindsay and all her lovin' I need to write. So who ever is out there, enjoy!


Everyone remained quiet, still and a little unnerved. Harry couldn't help but feel it was rude to leave Regina in the dark the way she was; denied by their fear of her. But her eyes felt tranquil and cool as she looked around the room away from Ron. Ron looked alive for the first time that evening, his gaze longing for attention from his sister…Even, lustful.

She looked straight at Harry, and he felt like his blood froze. Every inch of her was haunting and pretty, like a rouge spirit. Her eyes traveled down his skin, causing him to shiver. Her lips were soft looking and tempting, and a feeling in the pit of his stomach was dying to touch them…. Rettop Yrrah, uoy t'nod yhw?

"Well then, Mademoiselle Rejinaa," Fleur slurred in her polite French accent, "I am to be your sitar-in-law, Fleur Declaour."

Regina stared at the hand Fleur placed it out to shake. Her clear eyes contorted and widen with confusion and anger. Her voice cracked a little, as if it had been hardly used before. "W-Who are you to marry?"

"Vhy, I am to Marr-i your bruthar, Bill!" She clung onto his arm, as if to add emphasis. "Oh, and ve shall be so appy together!"

Regina let out a sigh of relief, her body became untense and her eyes a little glossy. Her glance traveled over to Bill, and he flinched slightly. Her keen eyes seemed sharp and almost dissected his every inch of exposed skin. She spoke to him directly and she jumped. "When did you get attacked?"

Bill flinched, "When I got attacked?"

Regina glared, her eyes rising like hot coals. But her voice was cool and demanding. "When were you attacked by a werewolf, Bill?"

Harry could have sworn that Bill was shaking, and he had to have been twice the size of Regina. She just slipped out of Ron's arms, walking towards Bill slowly, more like floating towards him. He flinched and replied "O-Only a few months ago, the scars will go away… He didn't-!"

Her hand clasped around his wrist tightly, and a single finger pressed to his lips to silence him. The air was chilled even further, and something started to swell in Harry's stomach. Then he realized how he was staring at the light touching Bill's wrist, as was everyone else. What was this…rush?

Everything seemed blinded and warm at the same time, and he felt like he was floating. The warmth touched him, filling him with a soft sensation that felt like pure pleasure. It was as if he could feel Regina, feel her power, and he longed to touch it and make it his own. Yrrah, em dnif dna emoc uoy t'ond yhw…?

Everything warm stopped, and his eyes snapped open. He eyed Regina again and she looked like she was coming off of something intense. Her eyes were sheer and glossy and her breath was heavy. She lifted her hand from her elder brother's wrist to reveal that there was nothing to be shone…Anywhere. All the remnants of his ugly scars from the June before had vanished in an instant. "M-Mon Dieu! How did you do tat!"

She rose her hazy eyes, her lips ajar and out of breath. Every inch of energy wilted from her body and she collapse like a dying flower. Everyone gasped in horror and amazement as Ron rushed to her side. The color drained from his already white face. "Anigerym! Em ot kaeps, Anigerym!"

Her eyes fluttered open and she weakly turned her head to her brother. A pang of jealousy swept Harry as she gave Ron the most loving of gazes she had. "Moor ruo ot su ekat…"

He nodded, the keystone to their undocumented language and bond. He lifted her silently into his arms, demonstrating the strength and power few knew he had. But with such a hollow figure as hers, Regina was not hard to carry. He clutched her tightly to his chest and began to walk out of the room. Mrs. Weasley called after her youngest son weakly. "R-Ron, where are you talking Regina?"

He spun around with a half-glare in his eyes. They filled to the brim with torment and ice, as if her presence and everyone else's was making him sick. "Regina wants to go to our room. I'm putting her to bed…her bed…"

Mr. Weasley licked his lips nervously, uneasy and afraid of what his son was capable of if left alone in that room with his own sister. He walked over to Ron slowly, watching his back recoil and his glare grow harder. The father flinched. "Now Ron… Don't you think it'd be better if you let Regina sleep in Ginny's room? You and she are too old to sleep together…"

Ron tensed his muscles again, this time shouting. "And who are you to decide what I do with her! She's my sister! I think I'm the only one who really cared for her around here! I shall do with her as I see fit!"

The room was silent after the boom. No one dared tried to question his motives after that moment. Purely satisfied, Ron turned and left the room. His foot steps up the stairs the only sound to he heard. Once the door slammed, the room calmed slightly, as if an ill omen left them. Harry stared at the door, his mind in a panic. He turned to Fred and George. "Y-You're not just going to leave those two alone…After what you just-!"

They cut him off before he could finish. "Harry, we can't. Even if we could tie him to a bed and subdue him with a sleeping potion, he'd find a way to get back with Regina. No questions about it. There's no way in all of the world we could pry Ron and Regina apart with them under the same roof now."

Harry bit his lip and looked longingly at the stairs. He could have sworn that Regina called to him, like it was the voice of a faint dream. Had he dreamt it? Had he heard that backwards language all in his mind? The voice was so clear and perfect, he would have sworn it called to him… Why did it call to him? What did is say? What did all the gibberish mean…

Would he ever get his old friend back?


Italicsjust mean that Ron and Regina are talking in the twin-language. Ok?


Ron closed the door silently behind him, locking it with a hard slam. Regina lied quietly on the bed, observing him in a meticulous and gentle sort of way. If their bond had not been so strong, she might not have recognized him off-hand. He had gotten so much taller, stronger, and more bitter over the past seven years. She felt the pangs of death and hatred that loomed over his soul she was tied to. She would look at him out of pity if she didn't feel so drained. But pity she knew, was not what he wanted from her at this moment… "How many?"

He turned to her soft whisper, his body perked as she spoke so quietly. "Don't whisper, the charm on the room makes it so they can't hear us."

She laughed weakly, attempting to sit up on her own. Immediately Ron was by her side, pressing his hand on her lower back and lifting her gently. She leaned into his body, letting their two forms cup into each other and share warmth. He leaned and kissed her neck, soft and sensuous while inhaling the intoxicating scent of her crimson hair. "How many women have you been with while I was away?"

He pulled back, shocked and almost appalled. He gave her a firm look, very insulted by the mere thought of another woman. "Who else would I want but you, My Regina?"

She frowned, ashamed of her insecurity. She pressed her face into his chest and murmured. "Forgive me, My Ron. But I have seen so little of the outside world and it's ways…I feared you would want some one more 'experienced' then I…"

He stroked her hair, cupping her face gently in his hands and staring into her china blue eyes that were identical to his own. Slowly, he bent in and kissed her softly, taking her in bit by bit and claiming her mouth with his own. She kissed him back, no hesitation in the moment. Their figures started to entwine as he started to peel the clothes off her body. This time she pulled back. "M-My Ron…You know we shouldn't-!"

He shushed her with his fingers, stroking her lips and staring into her eyes again. She turned her face and blushed as she felt his hardness press into her leg. "My Regina…Too long we've waited for this moment…The moment when we'd finally be reunited and be able to have our moment together…Don't you want this as much as I?"

Regina looked up to him, her eyes glittered like sapphires. "I-I do…But I-!"

She couldn't finish her thought, because he was on her once again with greater force and determination. Off her clothes, off herself, and their bodies joined like stars in heaven. Somewhere, Regina felt like the gods were angry at their lust: Their sinful joining. But all she could focus on was the love in her brother's eyes and the new surges of pain and ecstasy that filled her being.


Outside the room, Mrs. Weasley couldn't hear a sound. And when she tried to open the door, it scalded her hand. She flinched back and winced in pain. It was worse then she hoped. When she tried to knock, the rapping of her fist on the old oak door didn't make a sound. She bit her lip, a sickening feeling in her stomach. The doctors told her when Ron and Regina were little, this was the worst age possible to have them together…That they reunion could be a hazard. The doctors haven't even discovered who they were yet…And the more traumatic the death: The more traumatic the results…Oh how could she let this happen to her own children!

"Molly…Is something the matter?" Mrs. Weasley looked up to Arthur as he slowly approached. She attempted a smile, but her quivering lips revealed her fear and mourning. Arthur took her up gently into his arms to calm her weeping. His shirt became damp with the salty bitter tears of a mother's remorse. He gently patted her back. "I know, Molly… I know we feel like monsters… But there was nothing else we could do… They're together again and their young adults… We can't stop them this time…"

"But it's wrong, Arthur!" She sobbed in her crying fury. "They're brother and sister! They should know how wrong this… This disgusting affection is! They were born together, they-!"

"To them it feels right!" He half-shouted, a stuttering tear choked his throat and he bowed his head shamefully. "I-It's not their fault they feel this way… It is their curse, their burden to bear… All we can do as parents is love them as they are… And hope… And hope nothing leads to disaster…"

The two adults cried softly together, knowing well with out saying it, the sin of their children. And the only person awake to hear their confession was Harry Potter, who once loved spending all his summers at the Burrow.