"I asked you a question, young man!" I snapped out of it a second later, folding my arms in front of me. I didn't take kindly to that tone from someone without good reason.

"My name is Rai. May I ask who's asking?"

"Professor Umbridge, High Inquisitor at Hogwarts." She said it so haughtily, I'm shocked her blindingly pink clothes didn't combust.

"...I'll come back later Headmaster, sorry to bother you." I started to turn back to the door.

"Now hold on a second young man. I don't remember any "Rai" on the list of students." She looked past my shoulder. "And who is your friend? I've never seen either of you on the list!" She turned to Dumbledore, who hadn't changed his expression in the slightest. "How are these two on school grounds?! They are obviously not students!"

"Correct. We are not students."

"I beg your pardon?" I really didn't like this woman. I had to hold back a scowl, keeping my expression neutral.

"You're excused," I say without even thinking, "I was saying, the Headmaster has been kind enough to harbor my sister and I until we find a way home. He offered the choice of becoming students here, albeit there would be some catch-up work on our end."

"Why was I not informed of this?!" I internally winced at her shrieking. Dumbledore spoke up with a deceptively calm voice.

"Now now Professor, I didn't tell you because I did not believe you needed to know. I was simply giving these two very nice people a place to stay while they try to find their way home. I had asked Mr. Taiki earlier if he and his sister would like to join Hogwarts until they accomplish their goal. They are here now to give their answer, it appears." He folded his fingers together, resting his elbows on his desk.

"As High Inquisitor, I demand that you inform me of such things! Otherwise, I will have to report this to the Minister himself!"

"Mr. Taiki, Ms. Tanaka, come visit me later today, now is not a good time." I decided to peg one on the pink blob and bowed to Dumbledore, but not her. I straightened back up, turned, put my hand on Akumu's shoulder, and walked back out.

"I don't like her." I said tightly. Akumu scoffed at me.

"No, you think? What do you think about someone from the government being a professor in a school?"

"Not very common, that's what. I read up on the Minister, and he's claiming this kid named Harry Potter is lying about the fact that this "Voldemort" guy is back. Whatever that means."

"I read something about that guy...Apparently, that Harry kid was only one to survive when Voldemort tried to kill him. Supposedly the spell backfired, killing the man, and the only evidence is the lightning bolt shaped scar on the kid's forehead."

"People can't come back from the dead." I stated without a second thought.

"What about me...?" I froze in place.

"You are...an exception..." We started walking again.

"Yes, but we don't know if that magic exists here or not."

"There's no telling Akumu. We should just be careful."

"Hey look Forge! It's our good pals!"

"Quite right Gred! Shall we go say hello?" I had tensed up when I heard the dreadful duo's voices behind us.

"I think we shall!"

"Akumu."

"Run?"

"Run!" We took off down the corridor, trying to lose the twins. To be honest, they were fast, and seemed to know every corridor in the whole castle, keeping up with us. When we came to the last corner before our room, I looked over and caught Akumu's eye. We nodded and I grabbed her wrist, planting my foot and swinging her around while she pushed off the wall. I let go and she jumped high, landing perfectly and sprinting ahead. I booked it after her, hearing the twins catching up.

"Hurry George! We almost got 'em!"

"So close!" I could hear the glee of the chase in their voices. I saw Akumu say the password, opening the door. She held it open for me, and not even three seconds later, I dived through the door, shouting.

"Shut it!" She slammed the door, and we heard the twins coming to a skidding stop.

"Oh come on now! It's not nice to shut the door on your friends!"

"Friends?! I don't even know you people!" I shouted as I rolled back onto one elbow.

"Well...no reason to be rude now mate."

"Stop. Calling me that." I felt a vein ready to burst for the second time today as I got up. I stalked over to the door. "Now what do you want?!"

"Just saw you going into-"

"-Dumbledore's office, noticed Umbridge going in there-"

"-First. Just wanted to know how badly-"

"-Your ears drums are burning after-"

"-Her screeching." I looked over at Akumu, who shrugged her shoulders. I sighed and opened the door to see a twin pair of grins.

"We'd know you'd see it our way." They started to step forward, but I held up my hand.

"First. Touch her?" I pointed to Akumu with a thumb, "And you won't even begin to know what hit you." There was a minuscule drop in their smiles, but it was gone before I could even tell what it was.

"Got it."

"Second? Don't break anything."

"Fair enough." Initiate tick mark.

"Third? Stop. Doing. That."

"Doing what?" I dropped my head into my hand. I stepped to the side and let the twins in, their eyes scoping out the room. I shut the door, making sure it was locked, then went to sit next to Akumu, who had gone and sat on the couch. I gestured for the twins to sit on the two chairs that accompanied the

"Alright. Firstly, who are you?"

"I'm Forge-"

"-And I'm Gred."

"So George and Fred." I pointed to from left to right. They both froze for a second. Fred spoke up first.

"...Did he just get it right...?"

"And with such confidence."

"By George I think he did!" I nearly fell off the couch at the pun. Soon they were both right in front of me.

"So how'd you know?!"

"No ones ever-"

"-Figured it out."

"It's mostly-"

"-Just guesses-"

"-And that's only a 50% chance." My head was spinning trying to keep up with the conversation, and I merely shut my eyes, listening to them speak.

"I noticed you both were more familiar with the last half of your nicknames. You said them easier than the first part, meaning that they were part of your counterpart's actual name." They both flopped onto the bed again.

"Un-bloody-believable..."

"He noticed..." Akumu spoke up.

"Okay...now why are you two following us?"

"We just wanted-" I held up a hand

"Stop. One twin to a sentence. Please." They nodded.

"We just wanted to get to know you better."

"Never met someone who was staying here for rent." Akumu spoke up after that, and she sounded nervous.

"Well, our story is a bit more complicated than that..." She gave me a sideways glance. I caught on to what she was referring to.

"Are you sure?" I asked. She nodded in return. I turned to study the twins for a moment, getting a feel for their atmosphere, their attitude, their persons. I met Akumu's eyes and nodded.

"We can trust them." We both took a deep breath, getting ready to tell quite the story. "Alright, buckle in boys, because we've got a story to tell you." They traded a glance, then pulled their legs up into their seats, folding them and looking like two-year-olds getting ready for a fairy tale. Akumu took a deep breath, and nodded at me, wanting me to start.

"Alright. It all started a little more than two years ago. Then again, it feels like decades to the both of us..."

««{Flashback}»»

"Alright, you got everything you need?"

"Yes mom, I've got my stuff." I said, shifting my Katana sheath into place.

"Alright, be safe now!"

"I try!" I walked out the door, shutting it behind me. I sighed.

Another day, another round 'em up. I stepped off the porch and started walking to the precinct.

I wonder who Chief's got for me today...I can't believe we caught the Jensen Twins...My team almost didn't make it out of there...

I continued walking, occasionally dodging the stray pedestrian. I noticed someone walking in my direction with a purple cloak on, the hood blocking their face. I made myself look oblivious, and they bumped into me with more force than necessary. I immediately spun and grabbed the person's shoulder, snatching my badge back from their hand.

"You know. It's not nice to steal." I turned them around and pulled off their hood. A young face glared at me, no older than my own age. Platinum-blonde hair fell around her shoulders, and sharp silver eyes met my gaze. I was shocked at the raw anger behind them. The anger wasn't just in general, it was at me. "Hey, you got a problem with me or something?"

"Cops." The word was spat out like a bad bite of an apple.

"Excuse me? Do I need to take you in for attempted theft of an officer?" She pulled her arm out of my grasp and started to walk away. "HEY! Freeze!" She booked it, and I took off after her. I caught up and tackled her, dragging her to the ground. She spun out of my grip and stood up, pulling twins knives out. I stood up as well, getting to a defensive position. "I would not recommend that. You attack me, and I can peg you not only for attempted theft and resisting arrest, but assault with a deadly weapon and attempted murder of a police officer." I shifted my stance lower. "Drop the knives and come quietly, and I won't say anything about the last two charges."

She growled at me and leaped forward, swinging downwards with both arms. I jumped back and punched forwards with my right fist, connecting with her left wrist. She dropped the knife and charged with a flying tackle. I rolled with the punches and kicked her off me as I spun into a crouched position. She landed with an "oof" and rolled back up, a scowl quite obvious.

"Are you really so cocky that you think you can beat me?!" I pulled back a bit.

"I'm not cocky. Just confident in my abilities. I know when I'm outmatched."

"Then you must be really stupid, because you have no idea who you're dealing with!" A crazed look entered her eyes, and I was wondering just how true that statement was.

"Maybe if you put away the knife and told me your name, we could talk." I reached to my badge and hit the silent alarm, sending my location to the nearest officers.

"GrrRAAHH!" She rushed me, and I spun left, elbowing her in the back as she passed. She let out a cough from pain and I spun right, bringing my right knee up into her stomach. She dropped the knife in her hand and I kicked it away. We traded blows for a minute before I jumped back to gain some distance. I'd admit to anyone she was good. Almost as good as me.

"Now. Hands behind your back."

"Not on your life baca!" She leapt foreword, rolling to pick up the knife. She spun as I started after her, and threw the blade right at me. I tried to dodge, but it sliced through my thigh, making me drop to my knee, yelling in pain. I gritted my teeth and tried to stand, but my leg couldn't hold my weight. I noticed three teams of cops run up, and I pointed at the retreating girl, hissing out a command.

"After her!" Four cops took off in her direction while another pair helped me get up. I noticed a higher ranking officer walk up to us as they set me on the hood of their patrol car.

"Taiki?! What happened?! Are you okay?!" He pulled out a notebook after reassuring himself that my life wasn't in any danger. I saw one of the officers that helped me on the phone, probably getting an Ambulance.

"I'll be fine. I was just walking to work, when I noticed this person in a purple hooded cloak walking towards me. As you know of my "infamous intuition", I got a bad feeling about them, so I played dumb. They bumped into me harder than the normal person, and I felt them grab my badge." I grimaced when I moved my leg wrong.

"What then?" He clicked his pen and started writing.

"I stopped them, and pulled off their hood, revealing a female, about 5'4", platinum blonde hair, gray eyes, and all black clothes underneath the cloak." I sighed and grunted in pain as an officer tightened a tourniquet around my thigh.

"Anything else?"

"Obviously the twin knives."

"Twin? There were two of them? I only saw her holding one."

"The other one should be over there..." I pointed down the street. A stray detective that had just arrived on scene ran over to check the area as an Ambulance pulled up.

"And why didn't you defend yourself?" We both raised our eyebrows and he gestured to my Katana.

"It would've limited my movements against a smaller, unknown opponent. I could be dead if I hadn't left my hands open."

"Well, it's a good thing you're so knowledgeable." I scoffed.

"I've still got a lot to learn, sir."

««{Flashback End}»»

The room was quiet as the twins took it all in. I looked over at Akumu, gauging how she was handling.

"Wow mate...never expected something like that..."

"Yeah...wait. You two aren't siblings?"

"No. I adopted her into the family less than a month ago."

"But didn't she try to kill you?"

"Yep."

"...Wicked!" They both grinned. I looked at the candle in the corner, enchanted to tell time by rejuvenating every morning at five, then burning down until midnight.

"Don't you boys have lunch to get to?"

"Right mate! We can't miss the third most important meal of the day!"

"What's the second?"

"Desert! Later!" They hopped up and ran out the door with a wave. The room fell into an awkward silence for a minute. I looked over to Akumu, seeing her looking away from me.

"Are you okay?" She looked over, pain hidden in her eyes. "Hey, hey, hey, don't think about it. Don't. What you did was wrong, yes. But you've changed. You've realized what you've done in the past, and you want to redeem yourself." I rubbed her back as a tear fell from her eye. She sniffed and wiped it away, sorting herself out.

"Okay...okay." She sighed deeply. I smirked.

"I wonder what our wands will look like? I hear they're all unique. Wanna go find out?" She nodded, now smiling. I stood up and offered my hand. She took it and stood up. "Come on, let's go see if Umbridge has deafened the Headmaster yet." We laughed, leaving the room.

I stepped out of our room after Akumu, shutting the door behind us. I held out my arm and Akumu wrapped hers around it. We only made it halfway down the hall when Dumbledore came around the corner in front of us.

"Ah, I see you two are ready to go?"

"Yeah, we talked it over. Are you sure you can leave in the middle of a school day...?"

"Any problems can be handled by the Deputy Headmistress, Professor Mcgonagall, who has been informed of this little escapade."

"Oh, okay. So, where exactly are we going again?"

"Diagon Alley. It's where you will go to buy most of your supplies. Books, cauldrons, parchment, quills and ink-"

"Woah now, hold on a second sir. Did you just say quills?" I broke his tangent, surprise evident.

"Why yes, is there something wrong with that?" He looked genuinely confused.

"You do know what pens are...right?"

"Of course, but I believe quills add a sense of history and...wonder...to the school."

"History and wonder? I...No promises on not going into a rage because of them..."

"Yeah, I guess if we don't want our house to hate us we'd better use them."

"If you have not forgotten, you can be sorted into different houses than each other." Dumbledore reminded us gently.

"We didn't forget, but I know it would be uncomfortable for us to be in rival houses."

"Well, if you are ready, we can use the Floo Station to get to Diagon Alley."

"What's a Floo Station?"

"A fireplace connected to other fireplaces, similar to a train, but much more convenient. When you go through, remember to speak your destination clearly. Otherwise, you could end up somewhere completely different, which would be extremely inconvenient."

"Got it." We arrived in Dumbledore's office, and he walked over to the fireplace in the corner. He pulled a pot off the top and opened the lid, revealing a green-gray powder.

"Both of you grab a good handful, yes like that." He placed the pot back in place and took his own handful before replacing the lid. "Now, shall I go first to give you an example?"

"I think I'd like to go first, sir." I spoke up, stepping half a stride forward. He nodded and I stepped into the fireplace.

"Remember to keep your elbows tucked." I just quirked an eyebrow and nodded.

"Diagon Alley!" I said with a stern and clear voice. I threw down the powder, then covered my eyes as a blindingly green flame engulfed me. I stumbled out of the fireplace when an invisible force shoved me from behind. I barely caught myself when the flames ignited again, sending Akumu flying into me. I yelped as she crashed into me, knocking us both to the ground.

"Rai! I'm so sorry! I couldn't catch my balance! I-"

"Get off, then talk!" I coughed out. She scrambled to an open spot on the floor, helping me sit up.

"So...did we make it?" The green flames leaped towards the ceiling once again, making me jump for the second time. Dumbledore stepped calmly out of the flames, brushing some soot off of his robes.

"It seems you forgot to keep your elbows tucked." He reached out a hand to Akumu, as I was already standing. She took it, hauling herself off the floor. She muttered a 'thanks' and he responded in kind. I looked around for the first time and saw a bustling street with buildings squished together, each one looking ready to pop out to make room for the others. "Welcome to Diagon Alley. Now, shall we go see Ollivander?"

"I guess we shall." I held my elbow to Akumu, who wrapped her arms around it, rolling her eyes at me. I could tell she was a little nervous about being in a crowded place. I motioned for the headmaster to lead the way. His eye twinkled as he smiled. He walked forward, a specific destination in mind.

As we walked, I noticed something that made me rather uncomfortable.

"Professor, why are we being watched?"

"Well, it's not every day the Headmaster of the wizarding school comes to visit. In addition, your muggle clothes are...unusual."

"Fair enough." I wasn't satisfied with the situation, but the answer calmed me down a bit. We eventually reached a dingy, oh who am I kidding the whole place is dingy, shop. Two half turrets framed the building, with a sign hanging above the shop that said: Ollivanders Makers of Fine Wands Since 382 BC.

"382 BC? Interesting." Akumu had read the sign as well, noting the date. Dumbledore turned to us with a warning tone in his voice.

"Now, before we enter, I must inform you that the wand selection process can be a long one. Young Mister Potter had a very nice sized pile by the time his wand was found."

"I think it will be okay. Just as long as we don't somehow blow anything up in the end." Dumbledore's eyes twinkled knowingly, and I elbowed Akumu.

"Nice you just jinxed us!"

"I have no idea what you're talking about." She stated as she walked through the door Dumbledore held for us. I followed her in, only to sneeze as dust filled the air.

Oh great. Now my allergies are acting up. I stood right next to Akumu as I looked around. Shelf after crooked shelf lined the entire room behind a large desk. Long, thin boxes lined the shelves, dozens of them ready to fall off at the slightest breeze. Dumbledore stepped forward, looking calmly around the room.

"Mr. Ollivander, are you here?"

"Yes, yes, I'm coming!" CRASH BANG "Oh dear me!" Smash. Akumu and I winced at each loud noise, hoping that it wouldn't be the mysterious man's downfall. Next thing we know, out comes the most gangly looking man you'd ever seen. Thin and bent over, he looked like Mr. Scrooge from that American Christmas movie. He walked over from behind a shelf, dusting himself off.

"Well, what can I do for you-ah! Albus! It is good to see you old friend. Are these two customers? A bit older than normal, and might I say, a bit late for the school year?" His statement was finished with a raised eyebrow.

"Yes, well, these two have a special circumstance surrounding them. They will need wands though."

"Ah! Yes, let's get started shall we?" A magic measuring tape flew over to us as Ollivander grinned. I nearly smacked the thing away out of instinct, but withheld any reactions. "Now, which of you would like to start?"

"Would you like to go Akumu?" She shook her head and I shrugged and stepped forward.

"Now, which is your wand arm?" I slowly raised my left hand in question and he nodded. "As long as that is the hand you wish to use. But I must warn you, your wand will choose you, which means it might not like it if you change up how you use it."

"That's understandable. Um, are..." I hesitated as the measuring tape soared around me in a tornado, getting my arm length, my height, my waist size and such. Then it snapped over to the wandmaker and he nodded, waiting for my question. "Are wands sentient?" He smiled at my question, and shuffled over to a seemingly random shelf. He pulled out a box and dusted it off, looking at it for a moment before straightening up and coming back over to the desk, opening the box and pulling out a short, pale white wand and holding it up to the light.

"Birch, Unicorn hair core, 9 ¾ inches. Wands are magical, which, as you might have guessed, means there is always mystery surrounding objects of that nature." He held out the wand and I hesitantly took it, looking over the details carved into the wood. "Well, go on give it a wave." He almost looked giddy. I quirked an eyebrow and gently flicked the wand. The lamp on the desk morphed into a molten metal mess, bubbling with heat. I jerked back in surprise and handed him back the wand promptly, not wanting to melt anyone's face off. "Nope, not that one. Hmm... Some wands don't like certain spells, so they won't work as well. They do choose their witch or wizard. So in the end," He flicked his own wand and the lamp returned to normal. "I would say yes, wands can be sentient. To an extent, of course." He turned around and removed a box from the shelf right behind him. He opened the box and pulled out a rich brown wand. "Mahogany, Dragon heartstring, 12 inches." I gently took the wand from him and flicked it. A box in the back flew forward and I had to duck to avoid it. It crashed through the window and I heard a scream from outside. Ollivander already had his wand out, and magically pulled the box back into the building fixing the window at the same time.

"I'll just leave this here..." I gingerly set the wand down and Ollivander smiled.

"Not quite, but getting close..."

"After only two wands?"

"The wand chooses the wizard, Mr. …?"

"Taiki, sir."

"Yes...wait...you are not native." He wasn't asking a question, rather, making a statement. "That accent...Are you native to Japan?" I blinked in shock at the accurate guess.

Is there a Japan here?! What if we're not in a different world?!

"Oh. Um, I wouldn't say native. My parents moved over there before I was born. So native in the sense of living there, but no blood relations."

"Well, that makes things interesting...Ah!" He shuffled his way to a shelf off to the right, moving stacks of wand boxes with magic. He dug around a bit and pulled out four or five boxes. He waddled back over to the desk and set them down. I felt a pull in the front of my mind, and I reached for two of the boxes without thinking. Ollivander slapped my hands gently, snapping me out of my trance.

"Curious...you felt multiple pulls didn't you!" He was very excited at this new turn of events.

"I'll be honest sir...I don't know what that was." He smiled again and picked up one of the boxes I had reached for, opening it and pulling out the wand. My attention was on it solely.

"Pear, Dragon Heartstring core, 12 ¾ inches, Slightly Springy." He handed me the wand. I was mesmerized as a light shot from the tip, zipping around the room and myself. I studied the wand itself after the light died out. A light gold wood, slightly darker than the fruit the woods species bore, it had the simple design of two angles reaching out to a center plateau acting as a sort of hilt, with a teardrop-shaped pommel coming to a point. Intricate markings wrap around the plateau on the hilt, and I was shocked to see they were Kanji. Wind. Water. Earth. Fire. "This wand is good for those who are generous and kindhearted. The Dragon Heartstring core can be a bit temperamental, and it has a trace of flamboyancy. I advise caution with this one." I set the wand back in the box, not wanting to hold it for too long. I could feel the power growing inside me, and I didn't want it to somehow burst until I fully understood my capabilities as a magic-user.

"Now, this is most curious, did you feel the same strength of the pull between the two wands?" I scratched my head.

"I...I believe so...Is something wrong?" I thought I had broken something without knowing, and I knew if it was true, Akumu would never let me live it down.

"There is nothing wrong my boy," I grimaced internally at that, not another one... "But it is not very common that a wizard feels the pull of two wands equally. There is only the rare case of it coming closer to matching, but never equally. It is a most unique situation. Not a problem though, we'll get this figured out." He pulled out the second box and smiled at the label, opening the box and holding it up.

"Strange. I've only ever heard of these wands, never having made one myself. Shikoba Wolfe, a wandmaker in America, gave this to me as a gift when I went over to visit almost a decade ago. She had said it was of no use to her in her shop. But no matter who it was, I had not found a witch or wizard compatible with this wand. Lilac, Thunderbird tail feather core, 13 ½ inches, ridged. It is a very uncommon combination, as I have heard that both parts can sense danger. Lilac is very good for imaginative spell casters, adapting to new ways of casting spells. It is also apt at illusion magic, as a side note." He handed me the wand, and a spark ran from it to my hand before I even touched it.

My instinctual response was to pull away, but the spark hadn't hurt. I gently grasped the wand, and lightning coursed from it into my arm, surging through my body as I felt more awake than I ever had before. I felt my new power, the one I had gained because of Tesla, surge and meet the wands magic, electricity dancing across my skin and clothes. Eventually, the light show died down, and I felt exhausted. I almost stumbled as I grabbed the desk in front of me, panting slightly as Akumu stepped forward to check on me.

"...Well then...Never in my years have I seen such a show..." I heard what sounded like Akumu face-palming in the background. I studied the wand. (You can find an image on my DA account, same UN as here.) Cream colored and simplistic, the shaft ran smoothly down to two cones. A simple receding handle slimmed down and then pushed back out to create a slanted pommel. Said pommel rested right in the center of my palm.

"Now, how this is going to work...The Lilac wand is much more powerful and will want to be up front. I feel...try this." He picked up the Pear wand and held it out. "Grasp it with your right hand." I quirked an eyebrow and gingerly took it from his hands. I felt two different surges of magic fly through my arms and meet in my chest. My arms snapped out to the sides as I fought for control and felt a hand on my shoulder. Mr. Ollivander had come around the counter and was standing in front of me, looking into my eyes. "Right now, the two wands are fighting over who is your main companion. Direct your magic in between them, force them apart."

"I-I, I don't know how. It hurts!"

"Stop! Make it stop!" I heard Akumu call out Ollivander.

"Miss Tanaka, you mustn't interfere! If you do, you're magic could make things worse!" Dumbledore stepped in between her and I. "Mr. Taiki must do this himself." I struggled to find my magical core, but having never done so, I decided to go for a more brutish tactic. I built up electricity and sent it down both my arms, zapping the wands. Not enough to burn them, but hopefully it got the point across. The magic reverse-tug-of-war stopped, and I felt the two magics recede. I slumped against the desk and felt Dumbledore grab me by the shoulders, dragging me over to a chair. I sat down heavily and stared at the two wands in my hands.

"You two going to be trouble anymore?" I felt their magic enter my arms tenderly, hesitant, as they didn't want to get shocked again. "Good. Imma take a nap now." I slumped over and fell into a light nap after setting them down. I heard Akumu's worrying voice before I faded out.

"Is he going to be okay?"

"He'll be fine. But I've never seen magic such as that before. Interesting... Anyways, shall we get your wand now Ms. Tanaka?" Darkness enveloped me, and I fell asleep.