JJ-Jefferu: Here is the second chapter. Sorry if there are grammar errors or misspellings. I didn't get this read over. I'm posting it from my twin.
RosaBelle: -walks in- Disclaimer time. 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.
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Chapter 2: Well this is Different….
It has been a month since the Quidditch World Cup and it was a few days before term, at The Academy, was supposed to start. Neither Sybil nor I had been back to school shopping, it was weird, mom never let us get this close to term starting without getting our materials. We were entering our sixth year; it was supposed to be a busy, packed year of preparing us for our seventh year along with our careers after school.
"Girls," Christina said, catching our attentions, I had been nose deep in my book. She was leaning on the door frame of our shared master bedroom.
"Yes mum," Sybil said closing her sketch pad. Yes I will agree it's odd seeing a blind person drawing, but it was her vice when we were kids and it stuck. I asked her about it once and she told me that she may be blind but it was still her favorite thing to do.
"Are your trunks packed for the year?" We nod. "Good, let's get going. And put your uniforms on, the both of you are already late." And with that she turns and leaves. Her heels clank against the stairs as she goes down them, it's a wonder we didn't hear her come up.
"What do you suppose is going on?" Sybil asks me, fishing out her uniform.
'Not the faintest idea. Best do as asked though' I tell her using our connection. I copy her actions and pull out my uniform, it consisted of a black ruffle uniform skirt, a blood red button up short sleeved blouse, with a purple undershirt, and my Alpha patched black blazer. The Academy was a Gothic style school, from the architecture to the style of clothes the students and staff wear.
"Great minds think alike," Sybil comments after we are both changed. Both of us chose a purple undershirt and red leggings. See, like Hogwarts, The Academy was divided into four classes (houses): Alpha would be our form of Gryffindor, Beta- Ravenclaw, Theta- Hufflepuff, and Gamma- Slytherin. Why those were the names chosen for our classes, I wouldn't know, I skipped over the boring details in our schools history. The only colors we shared with Hogwarts were that Alpha was red like Gryffindor and Gamma was green like Slytherin. The other two classes were orange (Beta) and purple (Theta).
"Come on girls, now." Christina's irritated voices calls up the stairs. I laugh while slipping on my boots and waltz out of the room.
Walking down the stairs took less than a minute. Our parents were standing at the base of the stairs looking at us; their expression was one I couldn't quite understand.
"Took you long enough," Charles says walking towards a dingy boot. It reminded me of the port key we used for the World Cup. So I wonder if that was what it was, and why we would be traveling by port key instead of the floo network.
'Sheesh, what crawled up his-'I started thinking to my sister, but I stopped when Christina started to speak.
"Your trunks and books for the year will be sent later, but first we need to get you to Hogwarts,"
"Why are we going to Hogwarts? And why are we just now hearing about this?" Sybil started firing off questions confused.
Charles and Christina shared a glance at each other before sighing. Christina takes a seat in the chair and looks at Charles, who nods to her.
"Despite The Academy being overlooked for the TriWizard Tournament, the both of you are going to observe…" Christina trails off then looks to her husband to finish.
"Plus there's some stuff going on that we'd prefer you to be safe. Hogwarts will be that and more. Besides your Uncle would like to see you for the holidays, that is if you can find the time. Possible see you during a Hogsmeade visit." Charles said. My eyes light up, it has been years since we'd seen him. I was defiantly making arrangements to see him.
"We are just doing it to protect you. We love you like our own and would hate for anything bad to happen to you both," Christina says looking between us; she looked to be on the verge of shedding tears.
'This is serious then isn't it? Especially to bring him into it,' I ask my sister.
'Yes and I have to say I'm a bit worried,' She said with worry lacing her thoughts.
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Pushing the doors open, a satisfied smirk graces my features, an identical one covers Sybil's. The entire population of Hogwarts, as well as the students from the other two schools, turned to us. Our school, The Academy, had been denied entry due to the lack of eligible witches and wizards able to compete, we were still a bit young and had not many older students; Sybil and I were among the oldest at our school. But Chris told us that it had been arranged for us to observe. Plus it was "safer" for us here, whatever that was supposed to mean.
Walking down the center of the Great Hall, I noticed that people were gawking at our uniform. Now Sybil and I were wearing the exact same version of our uniform. We had changed from our respectable shirts and put on our long sleeved crimson blouses, had on our vests, and changed our red leggings to the grey ones; our feet though were clad in black and white low tops.
As we walked past a familiar set of twins, my smirk changes to a smile. I nudge one of them and continue walking towards the staff table. Dumbledore smiles at us.
"Ah, glad you two could finally join us," Dumbledore says to us, I smile as Sybil responds.
"Well you see Professor; it was hard finding our way from the Common Room. Hogwarts is a lot bigger than The Academy is, ya know." Dumbledore smiled to us and then winked at me.
"Well now that the both of you have arrived, we can continue. Please go have a seat with the Weasley's at the Gryffindor table." He shoes us off towards said table. The whole way to where they were sitting I couldn't help but to smile. I push between the twins and pull down Sybil as I sit beside Fred.
"But of course you can make yourself comfortable Belle," Fred jokes pushing me a bit, in turn I stick my tongue out at him.
"You know them?" Ron asks, looking from the twins to us. I raise a brow at him. Seriously, we just met/saw each other a few weeks ago.
"Yes, met 'em at the World Cup," Fred told his brother with a look mirroring mine.
"Ya know he's not very bright," Sybil says smiling.
"Never was that one. Always wonder how he made it this far," George replies in a serious tone, which causes us to laugh.
"Quiet you four," Ginny hisses at us. "Back together for two minutes and already you are starting problems,"
"Not our fault," George starts.
"It's not every day-"Fred says and then pauses.
"We have the Johnson twins-"George continues.
"With us, who are just like us"
"But girls," George finishes. Ginny glares at them.
"Be quiet, Dumbledore is about to finish his speech," Ginny turns her attention back to Dumbledore. I roll my eyes and turn my attention to Dumbledore.
"Now that our final quests have arrived: The Johnson twins, from The Academy, in the states. I can give the floor to Barty Crotch of the Ministry." Dumbledore stepped back and gave way for a shorter man with a brown hair, hidden under a hat, and a mustache.
"Now the Ministry has placed an age restriction on the tournament. For safety reasons, no student under the age of seventeen may enter," the whole hall erupts in outraged cries from the students. The loudest, due to where I was sitting, was from Fred and George.
"That's rubbish," they yelled together. It caused me to start laughing, which lead to coughing. Fred turned to me, attention caught by the coughing.
"You alright? Need a glass of water?" Fred asks worriedly, handing me his cup after I nodded. The lack of fluids consumed by to me today, plus lack of sound I usually make, is what lead to my coughing.
"Thanks," I whisper. For some reason Fred Weasley, keeps making me talk.
Shock took over his face. It was now the second time I had spoken to him, and I explained that I haven't spoke to anyone, even my own twin, verbally since I was six. I don't know what it was about Fred Weasley, but something about him made me want to talk to him, and start talking again. I also had a pretty good feeling that he was going to be the reason I started speaking again. I give it until Halloween, before I'm talking all the time.
"Why are you two here?" Hermione asks turning towards us. I nudge Sybil, a signal that I wanted to say something, and took out a piece of parchment and a quill from pocket. I scribble something onto it and pass it across the table to her. It was a cliff notes version of why we are here. I place the quill in my hair as Hermione reads it aloud.
"It says: The Academy was one of the dozen schools considered for the tournament. However, due to our lack of, of age witches/wizards. Furthermore our parents said we would be safer here than there," she looks at us.
"That and the school thought Hogwarts would challenge us. So we are here to spend our sixth and possibly seventh years here. Besides our biological parents once walked these halls. And Belle wants to see our Uncle." Sybil adds and takes food from George's plate.
"Your real parents? You mean Chris and Charles aren't your real parents?" George speaks up. I look around Sybil and at George nodding.
Taking the parchment back from Hermione and my quill from my hair, and scribbling on the now blank piece of parchment. It was a gift from my God father (the man I call Uncle, explained to us why we were with the Johnson's and not him. He didn't want us hurt) so that I wouldn't continue to waste so much parchment.
When I finish I slide the paper to my left, to Fred. He looks at it and his eyes scan the parchment as he reads. When he finishes he looks up at me and nods. I nudge him and mouth 'read it'. He laughs.
"We don't know anything about our dad. But from the fact our Uncle says school is how our parents met, plus a few pictures of them together, ones saved from the house we were found in. We reckon that he isn't aware of our existence, he was in known of our pictures from when we were born." Fred reads to everyone.
"So you are originally from around here?" Ron asks, finally catching on to everything. I nod as Sybil takes over.
"Yes, but Chris and Charles adopted us before they left London for the U.S. when we were a little over a year old. So until the World Cup it had been 15 years since we have been here,"
"What's it like?" Ginny asks.
"What's, what like?" Sybil asks the youngest Weasley.
"The U.S."
"Different. Muggles and Witches/Wizards live together. Though the Muggles are ignorant to our use of magic, there are too many other problems in the country to worry about."
"Sounds heavenly," Harry comments before pulling Hermione and Ron into a private conversation, about something I didn't care for.
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