JJ-Jefferu: Hope the Prologue was to everyone's liking. It does play a part of this story.

Sybil: Let's get to the good stuff.

JJ-Jefferu: We will once the disclaimer has been said. GEORGE!

George: -apprates into room- Yes?

JJ-Jefferu: Do the disclaimer my good man.

George: -shrugs- JJ-Jefferu does not own Harry Potter, it belongs to J.K. Rowling. Nor does she own the movies made based off the books, which were produced by Warner Bros. Hell she doesn't even own copies of the movies or books, though she has the seventh book. She does not own the actors who portrayed the characters from the works of Ms. Rowling. She however does own, though is not profiting from, this plotline, Sybil & Rosabelle Johnson, Christina & Charles Johnson, The Academy, and anything you are unfamiliar with. Any references to real people or places is purely an accident or intentional, which ever the case may be, she doe not own those either.

JJ-Jefferu: Wonderful, please enjoy.

Chapter One: Faint Whispers..

Temptation was all around, and in all shapes, sizes, colors, and hues. Especially today, as it was the Quidditch World Cup: People from all necks of the world had turned up for the one sport that the Wizarding world cherished above all others. I had never before wanted to open my mouth and speak as much as I had in the past thirty minutes since we arrived via port key. Walking along side my adopted father Charles, he was ex-military you see, but also used to work for the Ministry of Magic; London's branch. It was still a mystery to me as to why he and our adopted mother Christina had ever left their positions in the first place, my sister Sybil and I could never find a suitable explanation. Sybil was along with Christina, searching for an old friend.

"Charles," someone's voice calls from behind us. We halt in our movements and turn towards the person who called out my father's name. Charles smiled at the red haired man that was approaching in a vast speed, anxious would be my guess. He had two girls flanking behind him. From what I could observe the red haired girl was his daughter, while the brunette could be only describes as a friend. I just didn't think she shared enough resemblance to the man, regardless of who his wife was, to be any child of his.

"Arthur, it's been a while. How are you? And who are these two lovely young ladies you have with you?" Charles fires off questions before this man, Arthur, had a chance to respond. The name sounded familiar so I started to repeat it over and over in my head. 'Arthur, Arthur,'

'Arthur Weasley. Works for the Ministry dealings with the Misuse of Muggle Artifacts.' Sybil's voice whispers in my head. I smile, all the questions made sense. Dad had been good friends with Arthur before he left the country.

"That it has. I am well, you appear to be doing well as ever. These two young ladies are Hermione Granger and my youngest Ginny. And who is this you have with you? You and Christina finally settle and have children?" Arthur replies looking me over. I was dressed in a pair of skinny jeans that tucked into my knee high converse and a black hoodie covering my Irish shirt. I was an Irish fan.

"This is Rosabelle, Chris and I adopted her and her sister about fifteen years ago. Though rarely will she respond to Rosabelle anymore. Goes by Belle or Rose," Charles explains to his old friend. I smile and wave at the three.

"Speaking of Chris, where is that lovely wife of yours at?" Arthur asks looking around, as if mom was just going to pop up out of nowhere.

"She and Sybil are around. Chris was looking for Amos, wanting to thank him for the invite as well as taking in the sights. Though I fear Sybil might not be having as much fun," he replies casting a look at me. I shake my head smiling. "Or not," he laughs. "Always was the weird one of the two," I glare playfully at him and push him, making his laughter increase. The trio looked between us confused. I pulled out my mini-notebook and purple pen from the pocket of my hoodie. I quickly scribble out something onto the page and then pass it to my dad after I finished.

You might want to explain.

"Oh yes, Sybil can't enjoy the sights, but apparently can enjoy herself." Charles says as he calms down. The subject of Sybil's sight has always been a sore one for him. Blames himself.

"And why is that?" the smallest of the two girls, Ginny asks.

"Sybil lost her eye sight when she was six, 'bout ten years ago. Belle stopped talking around the same time as her sister gained a handicap. Though I honestly believe Belle hasn't spoken in years because of their connection. Her twin lost something, so she didn't think it fair her to be walking around at one-hundred percent." Charles explains, glancing at me as I shift my eyes down to the dirt. Charles may blame himself, but it was my fault.

"She's a twin?" Arthur asked, when Charles nodded Arthur smiled. "They should meet mine. Are they identical as well?" He asked, enthusiasm rich in his voice.

"Yes and no."

"What do you mean?" The brunette, Hermione asked a confused look upon her face.

"Before the accident we had a hard time telling them apart, even when they showed different personalities and such. But after it happened there is a noticeable difference between the girls, not just that Belle's hair is short as you see it now and Sybil's in quite long, but Sybil's eyes are glazed over due to her lack of vision." Charles clarifies to the confusion.

"Oh my, that's terrible. What happened, if you don't mind me asking." Arthur asked looking genuinely concerned. Dad had been right when he told us about Arthur, he had a big heart.

I'm going to find mum and Sybil. Is that okay? I quickly scribble down and shove the paper in his hands. He nods.

"Be careful though," He tells me before turning to Arthur and explaining the tragic day Sybil lost her sight, part of why I haven't spoken. Pocketing my notebook and pen I open up my senses and feel for my twin. Charles and Chris thought it was weird that we always seemed to know where the other was, if the other was in pain (emotional or physical) and we could communicate without sight or words. Sybil had explained, or tried to explain, our theory of why this was. We have always been close, even as babies, but the face we are twins just makes our connection stronger.

We followed quickly behind our adoptive parents, it was dark out. The Quidditch match had yet to begin and Christina got a phone call and the emotion quickly drained from her face. We had just enough time to grab our matching bags from the tent before we were rushed out and followed closely behind our parents to the Weasley tent.

"Arthur," Charles said to the man I met earlier.

"Charles, Christina, what do I owe this unexpected visit?" He asked confused, seeing Sybil and I standing behind them carrying our bags.

"We have an emergency and would like you to look after the girls. I wouldn't ask but-," Arthur interrupts Christina.

"It's fine." Arthur looks at the two of us and motions towards the tent entrance. "Why don't you two go inside while I sort this out with your parents?" Arthur asks. I nod and pull Sybil into the tent behind me.

While the adults exchanged words about this emergency, we entered the tent. For whatever reason our parents trusted us with Arthur, who to us was a stranger, and a member of the London's Ministry, which is something I was beginning to think was behind while our parents left in the first place. Not that he, himself, was bad, but whatever had landed us in the Weasley tent was extremely bad.

The inside of the tent was much bigger than us, but then again we had four people against the Weasley's seven. Two people were sitting at the table with their feet propped up onto it, they stood when they noticed us enter. As soon as they stepped down, into better lighting, I could make out that like us, identical twins, and judging from their red hair these were the twin Mr. Weasley had wanted us to meet. If I had to take any kind of guess at their age, I would say that if they are our age, sixteen, then they must be seventeen. With the way the two were dressed, their favorite pass time must be trying to confuse people and see who knew who the real them was. There was a slight difference in their appearance, but it was hardly noticeable. The twin to the left's hair was slightly styled differently than his twin standing beside him, his hair had a bit more of a flip to it, which was probably due to a slightly different cut down to his hair.

Sybil's attention was turned to the twin on the right, directly in front of me. Her eyes were hidden beneath a pair of dark tinted sunglasses; people were always uneasy around her when they noticed she was blind.

"I'm George, this is my other half Fred." He introduced. "And who might you two be?" I took a breath, ready to speak my first word in ten years, something about today was just egging me to speak, when Arthur came in the tent. His facial expression gave nothing away.

"Ah, good boys you've met Sybil and Rosabelle," Arthur says with a smile. Guess he really did want us to meet. "Let me get the rest of the family and I will explain what is going on," and with that said he went towards the left, which I just noticed was a room.

"Well wasn't that interesting?" Sybil said turning to me and making a face. I smile and pull her towards the couch. "You were about to saying something," she asked looking at my still standing form.

'As a matter of fact I was. Something about today is compelling my to speak.' I tell my sister.

"So," George, the one spoke earlier started.

"The," Fred, whose voice I noticed was a bit deeper than his twin, another thing that if carefully examined told them apart, spoke.

"Both,"

"Of,"

"You are twins," they finish in unison. I smile as they were both on either side of me now and nod.

"That is right," Sybil started. "How did you guess?"

"Our dad," George starts taking a seat next to the sitting twin. "Told us about a pair of twins he wanted us to meet." I laugh and smile. Arthur Weasley was really a whole another kind of a man.

"You don't speak much do you?" Fred's voice asks from behind me. Where I just now noticed was another couch. I shake my head and pull out my pen and notebook and quickly scribble something on it for him.

I haven't talked in ten years. Since my sister lost her sight. Please do not read the next part aloud, for I am going to tell you why. I blame myself for her loss of vision. I had been really mad that day, we hadn't been told about magic yet and our adoptive parents rarely used it then, and were wishing hard that the lights would just burst and then there'd be no more light. I was trying to sleep and Sy was drawing. And suddenly the room went dark and Sybil was screaming.

Fred's eyes locked with mine when he finished reading it.

"Haven't spoken since your sister went blind," Fred said, still looking at me. I look away and sat down next to him on the couch facing our twins. We all sat like that for a few minutes and Arthur walked back in followed by Hermione and Ginny, but two boys too.

"This is Ron, my youngest boy, and his friend Harry Potter," I nod and notice he was looking at my sister and me as if he was waiting to be attacked. We weren't going to attack him, but we did know who he was. Who didn't in the magical community. "Boys this is Sybil and Rosabelle," Arthur then launched into an explanation that something came up at work for our parents and had to leave to take care of it. And that we were to remain with the Weasley's until they came and collected us. After George and Sybil began to talk with Ron and Ginny. While Hermione and Harry sat listening, Mr. Weasley was pacing the room, something on his mind.

"You know it's not your fault," Fred said to me, startling me making me jump. I turn to him and give him a questioning look. "That she lost her sight, she doesn't blame you. So you should probably stop blaming yourself." I smile at him.

"You're right," I whisper, the first words I had spoken and they were to Fred Weasley, a complete and total stranger to me.

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