Summary: Alex and Lara Grey are being sent to Hogwarts by their strictly pure-blood sadistic father and uncaring mother. There they meet a group of four boys who violently shake up their lives. Pain, Love and Anger await them it a world of Black, White and Grey.

WARNINGS: There is a slash relationship, there is no explicit sex, only brief mentions. There is TORTURE AND DARK THEMES AND CHARACTER DEATH. But there is a happy ending. This, as you may have noticed, is a OC fiction which I know many people may not be as keen to read but please do give me a chance - you'll get to know Lara and Alex fairly quickly. This first chapter is more of a Prologue to me so do not judge the whole story by this chapter alone.

This was written over a long period of time without a BETA so sue me if there are spelling mistakes or slight wavering. I don't know.

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P.s. I DONT OWN (dun dun duuunn) I will not be putting up any more disclaimers, it's on my profile and tbh I doubt any of you either care or are idiotic enough to think otherwise.

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To Fight

Lara

How did we get here? It had happened so fast; one moment we heard the news, the next we were grabbing a Portkey to a whole new world. In a matter of hours we'd left the home we'd grown up in and landed in a new country. It had been raining when we reached the grey manor house. Typical. Mother had left us there and a house elf had led us away.

I thought about when our parents had told us we were moving. Then, without even asking, we were being transferred to a new school. A big, new famous school...

The scene played out in my mind's eye:

"SILENCE!"

Father held up his hands, his face turning redder and redder. We stilled, the echoes of our voices falling dull. Had we gone too far? We knew what Father was like when he was angry – we had seen the way he treated those who conflicted or disobeyed him. Enough times, we ourselves had been on the receiving end of his anger.

We were in the living room which was more a cold stone room with a silent green fire and a few uncomfortable chairs. Mother sat in one of them, her back ramrod straight and her hands lightly and sophisticatedly perched on her crossed knees. Father stood next to her as firm and confident as ever. Mother looked her usual un-ruffled self. Her lips were pursed and her dark eyes were absentmindedly admiring her neatly polished nails. She'd briefly looked up at fathers order and I thought I might have seen a flash of warning directed at her husband in the corner of her eyes.

"You will obey our wishes to the line. There will be no more complaining. You will attend Hogwarts. You will take your exams. You will excel." His voice was perfectly smooth and polished but I knew both me and my twin, Alex, next to me could hear the compressed tension and anger that threatened to literally spring. The use of commands was not lost on us either. His grey eyes narrowed, as if daring us to even grunt in annoyance.

"This is a fantastic opportunity for our family," said Mother in her brusque, elegant voice as if she didn't know her husband was on the edge of bursting. "The Dark Lord can offer us dignity and power for our loyalty."

I could see Father swell with cunning at the thought of even more control over others, and I swear I saw sparks flare from the end of the wand hidden in his inside pocket.

Ah, yes. Mr Alexander Grey Senior's never ending desire for the influence of powerful people. He already had the German Ministry of Magic wrapped around his wand: this wasn't a very difficult thing to do though, thanks to the chaos created by the Dark Lord in England. But he wanted more. He wanted to be in the lime light, and now that the Dark Lord's servants had come offering him a place in their crowd – well, he couldn't resist.

I wanted to defy him. I wanted to tell him he couldn't decide our lives for us. But I knew the truth as I looked into the cold, uncaring eyes that were so alike to mine and my brother's, and yet so different.

I clasped my brother's hand tighter in my own and sent him a silent message. There was little we could do. Father wasn't one to change his mind – especially in the face of a business opportunity – and no amount of shouting would change that. We would be fools to try.

Alex Grey Junior sent back a confirmation. We would just have to let it sit for now.

"Very well father."

"We'll begin packing."

And with that, as one, we turned and walked out of the living room. Our abrupt change of mind didn't seem to faze our parents – they were used to it, like everyone else that spent time in our company.

"We will just have to speak to them later," I whispered to him as we walked hand in hand up the large stair case, neither of us looking at the other. "Perhaps we can persuade them - especially Mother."

"Perhaps," he replied.

We looked at each other now and both saw the doubt in the other's eyes. We had always known what the other was thinking, had always been able to finish the other's sentences since we learnt to talk. We always knew when the other was lying.

Like now.

We may be brave, but to stand up to Father, to try and made him change his mind, was not something to be taken lightly. He could be cruel, and anything that tried to stand in his way was as good as dead. We had learnt the hard way that his only children were no exception.

And so we began packing.

"I doubt we could persuade her, she's smart enough to see the way father is," Alex argued as I came in and began picking up the books that I'd been studying in his room earlier.

We could try though, I said with a look, stomping around angrily picking up the random items that were mine. I was always the most bold and rash of the pair of us, while Alex seemed to head more towards reason and caution. This meant that between us we usually found the best course of action.

I went to my room, arms full of books and clothes.

And where would that get us? A short distance from homeless, or worse, is where, he reprimanded as he came to collect the stash of his robes that lay strewn on my floor. I was busy shoving stuff carelessly into my trunk

"We can't just do nothing!" I called to his back as he walked out of the door that joined our rooms together; he raised his hand, without looking back, as if to question me on an alternative. I didn't have one.

Sighing, I sat on my bed and stared at my hands.

Alex and I were the complete opposite of our parents. Perhaps it was because we had always had the other that meant we hadn't soaked up every word and view of our strictly pure-blood parents. They believed very much in the Pureblood versus Mudblood argument and helping You-know-who was like a dream for them. We, however, found the whole ordeal sickening and shaming and horrific. People were being murdered and tortured for no good reason all over England – we had heard countless stories here in Berlin of the Death Eaters and their reign of terror. Every time I remembered that that was what my parents wanted I desired to curl up into a ball of disgrace and dread. It was what my father wanted: this death and this pain being suffered by so many.

I had to hold to the knowledge that, while mother wouldn't stop father and did believe in what the Death Eaters were fighting for, she was just as horrified as me and my brother. It was the only thing that was keeping me sane, that fact, that my family weren't complete monsters. Sometimes I wanted to talk to her about it but she was so distant and 'socially superior' that I would always chicken out at the last moment.

"I know what you mean."

I looked up and saw Alex leaning against the door frame with a face that must have been a mirror of mine. Quiet and calm, yet holding such pain and regret in the depths that he could only be thinking of one thing – the same thing as me.

"They say at Hogwarts it's like the eye of a storm. It's safe there, with Albus Dumbledore. They say the resistance is strong," I whispered, trying to reassure him and myself.

"Father will want us to be in Slytherin."

I nodded, he would. It was a simple statement and summed up our ultimate fear. The likelihood of us being placed in the Dark Lord's house was very, very slim, and once father realised we didn't agree with his views we would be in big trouble.

We will just have to stick together and brave the storm, I whispered into his mind, getting up to give him a hug. We will just have to fight.

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