Dawn and Acacia are twins, and they are not the average set
of twins. Dawn and Acacia are not an average set of
twins. Their father is someone they keep secret, until
they finally have to tell. They have a dark secret
that cannot keep itself - their lineage.
Sirius Black is alive. Draco Malfoy is indeed a Death
Eater - but only due to the persistent efforts and
bullying tactics of his father, Lucius. To reach him
- and perhaps some of his friends - the twins and the
Golden Trio will risk life, limb, and practical joke
alike. Bulldogs, dates, and peanut butter drawers
await….
Dawn Riddle Lucas sighed as she got to Kings Cross. It was the beginning of her sixth year of schooling, but her third at Hogwarts.
"What's wrong, Dawn?" her twin sister Acacia asked. Acacia wore the look of the worried older sister. They were exactly seven minutes apart at birth, which Acacia took to heart, always rubbing it in Dawn's face.
"School… Why do you think you got Gryffindor and I got Slytherin?" Dawn asked. Tucking a lock of her long black wavy hair behind her ear, she looked at Acacia.
"Well, we are both brave, but you know Dumbledore asked the hat to put you in Slytherin to keep an eye out for the Order. You honestly are more of a fit for Slytherin, though, you have more of father's qualities than you realize." Acacia answered honestly, not trying to taunt her sister. She knew it was a sore topic for Dawn. "You were his favorite. Mum said so."
"But she also said that that changed on a regular basis. Depending on which of us showed more of his traits at any given time," Dawn reminded her.
The thought of the word "father" - along
with the sudden image of Voldemort's face that came
with it - sent a wave of nausea over Dawn.
And because he sired they had identical dark marks on their left shoulder, given to them as a sign of status by the Dark Lord. The marks were about two inches by two inches in size, and were pearly looking until a Dark Mark is touched. Then they burn- turning black and causing pain, a smaller more delicate version of the Dark Mark. After the fall of Voldemort, Remus Lupin smuggled the girls and their mother, Agnes Cranston, to America, to protect them. Agnes- a childhood friend of Lupin's – sought out his help when Voldemort's true evil was revealed to her. Remus could not deny her, he knew she was truly frightened, he also knew she was not a woman who was easily frightened. Voldemort sensed she was pulling away from him and put her under the Imperius Curse.
It was only through Lupin's efforts and loyalty that they managed to escape.
Though they grew up in America, their accents remained stubbornly British.
After her death, the sisters felt the need to seek out their roots and had traveled to London, England. It was there in the Leaky Cauldron that they were seen –and recognized by Lupin. He had pulled a recent photograph of them that had been sent to him by Agnes, not long before her death. He wanted to be certain, and there was no mistaking that long, raven black hair or their emerald eyes. His suspicions confirmed, he immediately went to Dumbledore.
Dumbledore contacted them almost immediately and insisted that they start attending Hogwarts rather than returning to the New Salem Academy of Magic in America. He assured them that they would be safe there, especially as Voldemort was still searching for them. Dawn had shivered at the thought of him finding them at this point in their lives.
They had been very pleased to meet Lupin, who Agnes had named their godfather many years before. He was now their guardian
Dawn shifted uncomfortably in her seat as the taxi driver pulled to a stop.
Acacia paid her, and they retrieved their trunks from the boot of the taxi.
They walked to the barrier and leaned inconspicuously into it. They magically appeared on Platform nine and three quarters, and boarded the train. At this point they split up, each electing to sit with their friends of their respective houses.
Acacia waved at Dawn and hurried to catch up with Harry, Hermione, Neville, Ron, Ginny and Luna.
Dawn walked into a compartment holding Draco, Crabbe, Goyle, and Pansy. She sneered as her eyes passed over the petite blonde girl, who was draped over Draco in a very unladylike fashion.
'I hate that bitch,' she thought coldly. 'This year may be fun after all, making her life miserable again.'
Last year she had spiked Pansy's pumpkin juice with brandy, and Pansy got tipsy and danced on the table. She had also put muggle itching powder in Pansy's robes. That had been particularly fun- watching Pansy dance about in itching agony. There had been many other small tortures Pansy had endured at Dawn's hands in the two years before.
But this year, she had to be very stealthy. She was a prefect.
As if on cue, as she thought that last thought, Draco stood, unceremoniously dumping Pansy into the floor. "Well, Dawn and I must report to the prefect's compartment. Later, guys."
They turned and walked out the door and down the hall.
Draco gave her a head to toe appraisal that made her insides churn in disgust. She forced a smile. She knew what he wanted.
She was relatively short- only five foot two inches tall- had black wavy hair to her waist and bright, sometimes piercing, green eyes. She and her twin, identical to the last detail, save for scars acquired over the years, and tended to turn the heads of the male students. She didn't find herself to be anything remarkable. Acacia had that one. Both were feminine creatures, but neither to the point of being exactly girly.
"Take a picture, Malfoy, it will last longer," she hissed through clenched teeth. "I do get tired of constantly having your eyes on my arse!"
"Feisty! I like that in a woman," he said as he closed the distance between them. "You can't resist me, no woman can," he said so close to her ear. She looked into his blue-gray eyes. 'He was not exactly ugly, not on the outside. Silver blonde hair, beautiful eyes…great body.'
She gave him a gentle shove and said, "Fuck off, because I can."
She turned and walked to the Prefect's Carriage, Malfoy in tow, smirking the whole way. And much to her dismay, staring at her arse as well.
The Prefect's meeting lasted about an hour as they were given instructions about their duties and paired off. "Oi, great. I'm paired off with Malfoy," she thought sullenly. "Well, it could be worse, I guess." She was not sure how much truth there was to that last thought.
Malfoy, however, did not look like he was upset in the least about their pairing. A seductive smirk lingered at the corners of his mouth. His blue-gray eyes trailed over her robes – and held a look she was certain she did not like.
"Stupid git," she thought as she rolled her eyes.
"You know you want what I've got," he sneered, running his hand up his flat stomach.
"If you are rubbing your stomach to tell me you are pregnant, I just might retch on you. And I definitely do not want to know who the father is. It is Goyle, right?"
"Very funny, but you know exactly what I mean."
She scoffed, "I want what you've got about as much as I want what Snape's got," she countered. She wondered which would be more disgusting. She shuddered, "All right, enough of that shit," she thought, trying to shake off the mental images.
They reached Hogwarts and after the Sorting and meal, went to their House Dorm – a routine return to school. They had gotten about ten new first year students. She tried to smile and greet them warmly, she was tired but persisted with her duties. She made sure they all knew where their dorm was and then went straight to bed.
She tossed and turned, a frightening but familiar nightmare plagued her sleep. She woke in a cold sweat, sitting up in the bed. She knew Acacia had the same one.
She knew that in Gryffindor tower, Acacia would be waking up from the horrible dream as well. They always had this one at the same time. This was a recurring error they always seemed to share.
A/N: Please read and review. This is a very long story, and I am still working on it. I have a whole lot of plotline here. Also The Harry Potter characters so do not belong to me. Dawn and Acacia do. so does most of the plotline, some was taken from the book HBP. I tried to allude to things rather than quote them. I don't like to use other people's words.
Raine.