A big thanks to Kingdark for betaing this, sorry you had to change so much, but it looks a lot better then the first draft.

Even if ya read the first one, I think you should still read this. By the way, Palom is a boy and Porom is a girl, I kind of forgot to say that.

Palom and Porom stood completely still in front of the large cluttered table, making sure not to look at the old, frail looking man behind it. Albus Dumbledore might be over a hundred years old, but his magic was still as powerful as when he was a young man. One small look into their minds and Dumbledore would know that they weren't who they said they were. They were lucky that they never had to lie in front of Snape, but their luck had been known to run out. They were also trying not to look at the many portraits on the wall, Palom and Porom had never felt at ease around so much of the strange magic those people, those wizards used. They had forgotten where the magic had came form and believed that they were the most powerful race around. The wizards had separated themselves from their bothers that did not have a lot of magic in their blood, calling them muggles and becoming nothing but faerie tales to the technology advanced people.

The knowledge that a magical core is really a small piece of Materia that was put into the human body though many experiments had become lost in time. But there was still hope for the human race. Some people had learned the truth; some were born with it. Porom was stroking Dumbledore's phoenix: Fawkes, while Palom was looking at the different people in the office, while doing his best not to make his opinion known about how he felt about wizards and witches.

Porom noticed something only a twin could, and used their telepathic bond to warn him not to curse any of them. 'I know, but I can still daydream about it, can't I?' Whined Palom.

Before Porom could reply the door to the office was slammed open and three young people walked in.

Two redheads and a brunette. Porom knew instantly who they were from taking one look at them.

You had the brunette who was Hermione Granger. She was called the smartest witch of her generation. But if you ignored that, she was one of the most idiotic people around. For someone that was supposedly to be so smart, she had made many enemies among the older and important families. Her dream of becoming the first muggleborn minister was simply that: a dream, nothing more and nothing less.

Then you had the first redhead. The first female Weasley born in generations. The school population only saw Ginny Weasley as a slut. Her grades were some of the lowest in the school, and there was a rumour that she had slept with almost every boy in her year, the year above and the year below here. Hence the reason why she was called a slut. She wasn't the most beautiful girl, and most boys only dated with her because they would be able to sleep with her. The most annoying part of all was that she was constantly boasting that she was going to be the wife of the Boy-who-lived.

Most people pitied Harry Potter because of that, and there was a public agreement between all houses that they would warn Harry Potter of Ginny Weasley. Nobody, not even the reason of the downfall of the Dark lord, should have someone annoying like Ginny Weasly as their wife.

Finally you had Ron Weasley. A typical Gryffindor. Ron Weasley was the public enemy among the population of Hogwarts, and should have been expelled years ago. The only person immune to his bullying was ironically enough Draco Malfoy and his closest friends. The reason was that not only was Draco a sharper tongue then Weasley that allowed him to easily outsmart him, he was also more powerful then him and his knowledge about the lesser known curses was a lot bigger.

His curses, although they were a bit darker of nature didn't cause pain, but would mostly embarrass him. Because of his encounters with Ron, Draco had quickly become friends with Fred and George Weasley, a more neutral party, because they only pranked those who they thought deserved it. Including their little brother and sister.

Palom didn't even try to hide his look of disgust at the three children.

Because that was what they were: children. Even if their next school year was scheduled to begin in only a week. Hermione was wearing her new school uniform, images of power flashing trough her mind. Only one year left from her promotion to head girl.

Molly didn't know what her youngest child was really like, or how she was disliked because of her favourite pass time. Ron was ranting about something his brothers had done to him, courtesy of gred and frorge Weasley.

"Does anyone want a lemon drop?"

Everyone declined slightly annoyed that he kept asking them, and not realizing they didn't want some candy of muggle origin. (Arrogance at its finest don't you agree?)

Dumbledore hid his look of annoyance and anger by taking a un drugged lemon drop himself. He was a skilled Legilimens that allowed him to hear thoughts if he concentrated enough. The lemon drops had were drugged so people would calm down, and were more easily to manipulate. The bonus was that they would listen to almost any suggestion or command he would give them.

Porom decided to get to the point and interrupted whatever they were going to say next: "excuse me headmaster, but my brother and I have important work to do in the infirmary, and we should go there as quickly as possible"

Dumbledore shrugged and said: "I know" before turning to Ginny.

"Miss Weasley" he said, "I think you will be quit happy that you will have a beautiful white wedding at next Christmas break."

"You've finally found him?" she asked just to make sure.

Dumbledore simply nodded in confirmation.

"Speaking of him, how is our boy doing Poppy?"

Poppy really hated speaking about her patients that was not family, but she knew, or she thought she knew that the Weasleys would hopefully be quit close to the boy, so she answered the question.

"Harry Potter is a healthy sixteen year old. But sadly enough there are some complications."

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN COMPLECICATIONS??" Ginny yelled. Poppy sighed in frustration. "Complications miss Weasley, not whatever you said."

Ginny blushed in embarrassment and decided to keep quiet for now.

Poppy frowned but decided to continue her report. "It seems that Harry is in a coma. But I triple checked and there is nothing to show why exactly he is in a coma."

"Whatz about hiz zcare?" Gale Zabbi was a French nurse from Beauxbatons.

Everyone in the room, thought back at the reason why the French nurse was present. Three years ago, voldemort had destroyed Beauxbatons. It was a surprise attack, because he had stayed quiet from the moment he had used the philosophers stone to get a body back.

Within a few hours, the French school had fallen, with most of the older students death, and most if not all teachers killed. The younger years managed to get portkey's that were designed to go to Hogwarts in an emergency. Hogwarts and Beauxbatons had been allies for decades, and had a protocol that would allow the students to evacuate to the Hogwarts, in case of an attack.

Most of the surviving French students lived in the castle in the holidays because it was safer. And it was easier for the parents to live in the large castle, then taking the risk going to and from the school.

To make sure that there were no spies, everyone in Slytherin was put under truth potions. The interrogators were quit surprised when Malfoy said that he had no intention to follow the Dark lord. Even though his family was known to dislike muggles, he found some of their inventions fascinating. He didn't mind half bloods or muggleborns that much, he only had a strong dislike for Granger.

Nobody even considered the thought that there might be spies in the others houses.

"The link trough his scar with the Dark lord has been removed somehow. Without the magic behind it, the scar healed like any other normal scar, and thus you can barely see that it is there."

Dumbledore didn't mind small changes to his plans, but the mind link was a big part of his plan.

"When will he wake up?" Dumbledore asked.

"I don't know sir." Poppy said. Everyone looked at Dumbledore as he changed his plans and waited for their next orders.

"Mr. And Miss Gainsborough, I would like you to join my Order. Both of your talents would help us greatly." This was said in a tone of voice that would not tolerate refusal. To Palom and Porom, this was one mistake to many, no one ordered Palom and Porom around! And that included a stupid old man hungry for power.

For the first time in many years, Palom tried to calm Porom down or she would blow their cover.

"We're sorry Headmaster, but our job is to help injured children. We are to busy to help your order." Palom said, trying to make it sound like it wasn't a lie, they had to help Ashura, not work for this fool.

"Then I'm every sorry that I have to do this." Picking up his wand Dumbledore said a quite Obliviate, not knowing that both twins were immune to that curse.

"Palom, Porom, I want you to head back to the infirmary and keep an eye out on the boy." Poppy said, her tone leaving no room for argument. Like one, the twins nodded their heads and headed for the door. Once out the door and down the stairs, the twins turned to each other and smiled.

No one noticed that there were two orbs missing from Dumbledore's desk.

"My dear McGonagall, I want you to make sure our little discovery doesn't become public knowledge just yet. If Voldmort was to know right now… well, lets not think about it." Dumbledore said a few minutes after the twins left.

"Of course." Professor McGonagall faithfully said. While she didn't agree with most of his ideas, she was still loyal and loved Albus Dumbledore, he had given her hope when she lost it and was the Hero of the Light for two wars.

"When can I see my husband?" Grinny asked, not caring when Ron throw her a dirty look, for nearly four months now Ginny hadn't had someone to warm her bed, and she needed some action. The answer to her troubles was lying in a bed in the Hospital Wing, waiting for her.

"In a few days, my dear." Was all Dumbledore said.

"Granddad, when and who will be taking Potter to Diagon Alley?" Hermonie asked, always the practical one.

"Why, you will my dear girl. Harry Potter doesn't know the fortune his family left him, so there will be no troubles to carry on using his money for the Order. I wish I could just get my hands on the family vaults, just think about all the hidden treasure sitting down there." Because his own brother disowned him, Albus couldn't get his hands on much money, running a school and being a war hero hardly paid anything. So he decided to use his weapons money, Harry Potter wouldn't live past the war, dying because of the prophesy so instead of the money being wasted, Dumbledore told the goblins that he was Harrys' guardian.

He used the money to pay for everything, to keep Fudge as Minster, to pay his order members, the poor Weasley family, although the older sons got money from other places and kept away from their family. But there were two things Dumbledore didn't know.

One was that Sirius Black went to the goblins after he was told where the money was coming form and made a deal with them. Dumbledore had become too arrogant and angered the goblins, they couldn't stop Dumbledore form taking Harry Potter's money, but they were making a bill, so that when Harry came and collect his money and heard his parents' Will, he would know all about the money being stolen; it would also be told to the press, blackening the Dumbledore name. Sirius would also make Harry his heir, making him the second richest person in England.

The second was that his precious prophecy was false. Trelawney had came form a long line of Seers, but unlike her ancestors she had never had anything even close to a prophecy or seem a glimpse of the future. Because she was in desperate need of a house and job, she applied to Hogwarts, but as Dumbledore was about to leave, she faked the prophecy, knowing that her interview had failed it was her only hope of getting a job. She didn't know that Dumbledore would take her seriously, she couldn't imagine what would happen. Growing up around Seers teaches one how people change when they have a vision, if you pay close attention you can easily copy the action and become a Seer.

"Professor, can I take Harry as well, he is my godson." Sirius asked. He had missed all the fun of watching his godson grow up and wanted to get to know him. Without thinking Dumbledore agreed.

He didn't think about what could go wrong.

Opening his eyes, all Ashura could see was white. Not the soft almost glowing white of his Room, but the harsh, bight white that reminded him of Balamb Garden's Infirmary. H started to think about whom he had last pissed off enough to land him in the Infirmary before he remembered that he had been put to sleep to guard the Great General and his followers. So that just left one question.

Where in the name of Shiva was he?

"Here, drink this." The familiar voice thrust a pale green potion into his hand; glowing green eyes looked down at him form a familiar face.

"I know you." He said, his voice slurred like he drank to much alcohol.

"I should hope so. You locked away my greatest enemy and dated my adopted son." The green eyed, blonde hair blob said.

"Cloud!" Ashura yelled, jumping up into a sitting position. Looking around he tried to figure out where he was. The room was made from a pale yellow stone; the yellow was likely from age and not the original colour. The room was rectangle shaped, with impossible large oak doors on the far wall and a set of smaller oak doors opposite them. The long wall in front of him was covered in sleeping portraits, the even raise and fall of their chest telling him that they moved. Looking behind him he saw that the wall was mostly evenly placed windows, letting as much natural light as possible in. There were twenty-four single beds in the room, twelve on each wall, the open curtain's around each bed showing that privacy was possible, unlike other hospitals he had been in. If this was a hospital, that meant one of the smaller doors let to an office and the other should lead to a bathroom of some short. It also suggested that a nurse or doctor was around somewhere.

Even before having his horn removed, Ashura never got along with doctors. They where fine until it came to healing himself. Somehow his father Zidane had given him a fear of needles, and from his experience wherever there were needles there was always doctors'. Whenever he had to wake up after guarding the General form being awoken, a doctor would tell him that he hadn't had any shots and needed them so he didn't get sick. They never wondered how he could be alive if he never had any shots in the first place.

It was also his bad luck to get perverted doctors, whom no matter what wanted him to take of his shirt. So because of this small fact, Ashura tended to stay away from healers and heal himself, but there was a small list of who he would let heal him if he couldn't do it himself.

Cloud, seeing his discomfort, decided to take pity on him. "Palom and Porom are around, they had to go see someone quickly, but should be back soon. They'll be happy to know you're awake." Clouds' voice was just as he remembered it to be. Soft and quite.

But at the same time, it was strong and somehow it made you listen to him, no matter what. Squall's voice was like that. They were both so alike, they could have been brothers in a past life. The bright glow in his eyes told Ashura that Cloud was released form the planets Life Stream recently, the Mako in his blood was strong and ready for a fight.

While Clouds' body was the same as when he was twenty-three Ashura knew that he was only a few millennia younger then the planet. He had seen it be reborn countless times and had been there in its time of need. He had seen all his friends die and become Aeons, true Guardians of the planet, and watch as time became nothing to them, as their memorise slowly faded. Every few hundred years, Cloud was allowed to walk on the planet surface for a year, for in the Life Stream he could watch and learn what happened to the people who walked on it. If he were to always walk on the surface, people would quickly notice that he was different, that he never aged and he wouldn't have any strength for the Mako would weaken.

"Where's Carbuncle?" he asked, glad his body was working properly again and that the stiffness was gone. "The headmaster had him taken out side, for someone to study, I think." Was all he said. "Wait, Headmaster? Please don't tell me I'm in a school." Ashura begged.

"What should I tell you then?" Cloud asked, a small true smile on his face. "God damn it, I've had enough with schools." Ashura muttered.

"Well, you should be happy that your mate is here. Or will be in a week when the school term starts." Cloud knew how important Ashura's mate was to him. Because Ashura was born in a time with no Summoners, he was sent to a time where there was, but then something went wrong and the Aeons couldn't sent him back to his right time, so he had to wait until it was his true time. To save him from loneliness, the Aeons created him a mate, someone who would always be there for him and share his memories. Every five hundred years, his mate would be reborn, but would always have blond hair and blue eyes; the sex of his mate constantly changes, which could be a pain.

"The Orbs!" Ashura shouted, bring Cloud out of his thoughts.

"What about them?" he asked. Cloud didn't know what was in the two orbs, just knew that they where important to him.

"Where are they?" he asked, each second looking more and more panicked.

"Don't worry, the Headmaster has them, but Palom and Porom will bring them back." Cloud knew that the wizards would tell him about his 'past' and about the magical world, but they would give a bias view, so he decided to tell Ashura everything he knew.

"Ashura, you should know that this is your right time. You have a godfather who loves you and misses you, he's had a hard life but he knew your birth parents. The magic users, wizards they call themselves used your mothers, Queen Garnet's idea of using goblins to look after their money, from what I've seen they still have all of your things and the accounts your birth parents left you when they were murdered. The headmaster was going to leave you with an aunt who hated your mother and use you as a weapon, you must be careful around him, he is more then he seems…" For the next half and hour Cloud told Ashura about what happened to his parents and about Voldermort; but unlike what the wizards would do, Cloud told him the reasons why Voldermort might have become a dark wizard.

Before heading back to the Hospital Wing, Porom decided to make a quick detour. "Palom, Ashura hasn't eaten in years, why don't you run to the kitchen and get some food." She told her older brother.

"What! Why not just ask one of those House-elves?" he asked.

"Because I don't trust them. If they saw that Ashura was awake, they would tell Dumbledore, you know that he uses them as spies. I think Ashura should have a few days to rest before he's interrogated." She said in an airy voice.

"Okay, fine. What will you do?"

"I'm going to have Valefor deliver a letter to Vivi." She took a small cream coloured envelope out of her robe's inner pocket. "When the hell did you write that?" he asked.

"When Cloud told us that he was going to get Ashura." They walked in silence until they reached the hall that would take them in different directions, Porom heading up and Palom heading down. They turned to each other and at the same time said:

"Don't be obvious and don't be seen" realising what they did they smiled at each other and went down their paths. They were both lucky that they didn't run into anyone.

All the students that stayed in the summer were all outside enjoying the great weather, swimming in the lake, or ­lying on the ground enjoying the sun.

Porom called down a beautiful male Gyrfalcon which would have no trouble flying to the small island where Vivi lived. Once done she headed back to the Hospital Wing to see her friends, knowing that she would run into her brother on the way there.

Unlike his sister, Palom had some trouble getting the annoying House-elves to let him take a plate of cakes and other sweet treats away form the kitchen without telling them why. In the end he decided to just order them to shut up and not to tell anyone. After that they let him go quietly. He quickly ran though the many halls to join his sister, not caring that the portraits lining the walls were taking about how rude he was for running inside.

Before he knew it he was sliding along the smooth floor to a stop in front of Porom. Seeing the large grin on his face she decided that they needed some fun and said two worlds that caused so much of their problems.

"Race ya."

And they were off. Blood pumping, adrenaline flowing, wind singing passed their ears, it was a rush that no magic could create. Like always they were both evenly matched, feet landing and pushing off at the same time, inhaling and exhaling together, the same manic grins on their face. They passed though the ghosts that roamed the halls, gasping at the cold feeling it caused. They dodged out of the way of the objects that Peeves throw at them, hearing the shouts of the portraits as their paintings got covered in a lime green sludge. They leapt over anything lying on the floor instead of going around it. Before long they were laughing like young children as they both touched the large oak doors that lead into the Hospital Wing.

"First!" they both shouted happy. That was the most fun they had in years. Life in the castle could get very boring for the thirty millennia old twins. Opening the door they walked in like they hadn't just been running as if their life depended on it.

"Honey, we're home." Palom said sarcastically, not noticing that Ashura was awake. "Your awake!" Porom yelled, before throwing herself onto Ashura for a hug.

"Porom, let him go so he can breath." Palom said in mock annoyance. Porom just poked her tongue out at him and hugged Ashura harder. "I see you have food." Cloud said. He knew of Ashura's sweet tooth and knew this would make him happy.

"Yup, a mix of cake, chocolate, sweet fruit and other such nice things that rot your teeth." He said with a smile, holding out the tray for Ashura to take something. Just as they were about to talk what had happened in the last few years, the large doors banged open.

Again, a big thanks to Kingdark.