This chapter is dedicated to Molly and Abby, two exceptional little ladies at the musical theater camp I have attended for 8 years now. Between them and my little sisters, this chapter got covered in childish behavior. Love you guys!
Disclaimer: I sadly don't own Harry Potter or his magical world. That belongs to J.K. Rowling.
1 and ½ years later:
"I'm bored!" Amira sat on the floor of her bedroom. She was running her fingers, tracing out different patterns in the carpet.
"What am I supposed to do?" Rigel looked up from his sketchpad. He looked over the edge of the bed at his sister.
She thought for a minute. "So do you have any ideas?"
"You could draw."
"I'm not you! That's entirely too boring."
Rigel looking outraged picked up the quill. The room became quiet again before.
"I'm. So. Bored!" Rigel groaned. It was a feat to keep Amira quiet for any length of time. Dora had been able to do it but he certainly couldn't.
"We could play a game: Aurors and Deatheaters." Rigel set down his quill again. Sometimes he felt like he was so much older than Amira. It had something to do with the fact she couldn't stay still. She was always moving. But yet fate had decided to make Rigel a full 49 minutes younger.
"I call Aurors!" She jumped off the ground and started running for the back door.
"Hey! Wait Up!" Rigel scrambled off the bed nearly knocking the ink over. "That's not fair! I wanted to be the Aurors!" He chased after her.
Amira stuck out her tongue over her shoulder. "Well, I'm the Aurors. I don't want to be the bad guys. "
"FINE! THEN I'M NOT PLAYING!"
The vase next to Amira's head exploded. They both turned away from the spray pottery. The flowers lay limp on the table.
"Mum's not going to like that. That's the third time this week." Amira said as she tugged on a pair of pink sneakers.
"There would be less if you could control your temper!" Rigel said.
"I so can control my temper!" Amira retorted.
Rigel took a step closer. "Can not!"
"Can too!" Amira put her hands on her hips.
Rigel took another step closer. "Can not"
"Can too!"
"Can not!"
Amira put her hands over her ears. "Can too! Can too! Can too!"
Rigel unsuccessfully tried to pry her hands away, before shrugging. He placed his own hands over his ears. "Can not! Can not! Can not!"
Both twins kept repeating their phrase over and over again screaming in each other's faces. Their antics were gradually getting louder. Neither was giving up.
Andromeda put down the Daily Prophet and went to see what the problem was now. Arguments weren't an uncommon thing in the Tonks household. Sure the twins were close. They would finish the others sentences and would play together all the time. But they were almost too similar. They both wanted to do the same things and were incredibly stubborn. She found it very irritating when they fought. One second they were going at each other and the next they were skipping away happily.
"What's it this about now?" Andromeda sighed.
"It's all your fault!"
"No, its not. You're the one who blew up the vase!"
"Wait Amira, you blew up the vase? Again?" Andromeda placed her hand on the small girl's shoulders. "We're going to have to talk about learning how to control yourself."
"But Mum! If Rigel hadn't made me angry, I-"
Andromeda turned to her son who was currently trying to duck behind a fuming Amira. "What did you do?" the boy in question made no reply.
"He wouldn't play with me!" Amira pointed an accusing finger at Rigel.
"You wouldn't let me be the Aurors."
"That's cause I'm the Aurors!"
Andromeda decided to cut in. "Well you could both be the Aurors."
The twins looked at Andromeda in absolute disgust. Amira twisted her black curls around her finger in agitation. "No we couldn't. Someone needs to be the Deatheaters. The game is called Aurors AND Deatheaters."
"Well. Why don't we play Aurors today?"
Amira and Rigel shared identical looks of shock before Amira told her mother the most obvious point. "But that would be BORING!"
Andromeda smiled. That was the reaction she had been looking for. They were working together again. "Well, either figure it out or pick a different game."
"Okay Amira, I'll be the Deatheaters."
"No, I will you can be the Aurors."
Andromeda nearly face-palmed herself. Only Amira and Rigel would fight over this. "Why don't you try a different game?"
Amira nearly started jumping up and down, "Oh! Oh! I have an idea! Let's play Harry Potter!"
"Okay! Can I be Harry?"
"No! It was my idea!"
"But you're a girl."
"Well noticed"
Andromeda sighed as Amira slammed the door open and walked into the garden. Rigel quickly followed.
==,.,
Two more years later
"Are you sure this is safe, Nymphy?" Amira asked as she looked at the broom in her sister's hand cautiously.
"Don't call me Nymphy! And of course it's safe, first years fly brooms all the time." Nymphadora's hair turned red and grew spiky as she reprimanded her sister.
"I think Amira is just slightly worried that you might not be the best person to teach us to fly. You have an extraordinary amount of accidents with both feet planted firmly on the ground." Rigel said as if he reading a book.
"Stop it with the twin telepathy! It freaks me out!" Nymphadora shouted at them. Her hair was getting shorter and redder by the second.
"Now whatever are you talking about-" Rigel said as he ruffled his hair.
"Sister dear, we would never do anything-" Amira continued as she fluttered her eyelashes.
"To freak you out in the slightest!" They said this at the exact same time as they hugged her.
"GET OFF ME!" Nymphadora's hair was now as scarlet as the Hogwarts express. "OR I'M NOT GOING TO TEACH YOU HOW TO FLY!"
"Nymphy, when did you learn how to fly?" Rigel asked
"I mean in your letter, you said you accidently set your broom on fire when you said 'up' and they had to send you to the hospital wing." Amira explained.
Nymphadora shuddered. She had been in the hospital wing for an entire day. Her arm had been severely burned and somehow her hair had caught on fire too. It wasn't very pleasant. Thank Merlin for hair regrowing potion. "Well, Charlie taught me."
The twins' faces couldn't have been more contrasting. Rigel's was wrinkled in disgust. His gray eyes squeezed shut and his mouth looked as if he had just swallowed an extremely sour lemon. Amira's was wide with anticipation. Both twins had heard a good deal about Nymphadora's best friend and now new boyfriend. Rigel groaned.
"Ahh, that's so sweet!" Amira cooed. Rigel scowled and thought 'what is wrong with her?' Nymphadora and Amira shared a smile.
"Now, the first thing you do is hold your hand over your broom and say 'up'. Amira why don't you try first?"
"UP!" The broom sprung up into her outstretched hand. Nymphadora was surprised and a little resentful, why couldn't her broom have done that for her?
"Okay Rigel you can try."
"Up!" The broom rolled over. "UP!" The broom came to him.
"Okay, Good! Now you swing your feet over like this and you sit here. Make sure you hold on tight." Nymphadora showed them and the twins copied. "Okay so now you push off the ground."
Amira and Rigel pushed as high as they could and shot up into the air.
"Now try to follow me!"
"But we don't know how to steer," protested Rigel.
"It isn't that hard."
"Says you. Your 7 years older."
"Just try it."
"Okay!" The twins said in unison. They set off after Nymphy. She stopped in midair and turned to watch them.
"Look out!"
"We don't know how to stop!"
Nymphadora tried to move out of the way but even though the best seeker at Hogwarts had taught her, she couldn't control her broom very well. The twins slammed into her on either side. Nymphadora lost her balance and slipped into the pond below.
==,.,
December 19, 1990
"Rigel! Rigel!" Amira was jumping excitedly up and down on the yellow and black Wimbourne Wasps bedspread under which her brother was trying to sleep.
"Go away!" came the muffled reply from underneath the pillow.
"Wake up!" Amira now shook the half asleep boy.
"I don't want to!" Rigel picked up his pillow and tried to whack Amira with it. Amira ripped the pillow out of his hands.
"I'm pretty sure you do!" Amira held the pillow just out of his reach.
"Give it back!" Rigel reached for the pillow.
"Nope!" said Amira popping the 'p' loudly.
Rigel groaned. Amira laid her hands on her brother's shoulders.
"Don't you know what day it is?" She asked in the way one talked when speaking to a very young child.
"Don't you know what time it is?" Rigel mocked. He grabbed his pillow from his sister's grasp. "Much too early to be up!"
"Really?" Amira let out a pretend gasp. "I thought it was time to turn eleven."
"You mean we're eleven!" Rigel was up instantly.
"You're not. I am. Wait another 20 minutes and your answer will be different." She looked over at him. Rigel was hastily pulling on a short-sleeved t-shirt and jeans.
"It's December."
"I noticed."
"Good I was worried." Amira waved her hands at his attire.
"Doesn't matter. What's for breakfast?"
Amira sighed, boys and their food. "Chocolate-chip pancakes."
"Good I'm starving!"
"No you're not," Amira teased.
"Oh shut up!"
A soft tapping from the window interrupted the twins. A large formal looking tawny owl was tapping impatiently. He carried two crème colored envelopes. Amira opened the window. The bird ruffled his feathers importantly, hopped in and stuck out his leg. Rigel untied the letters.
"Thank you!" said Amira as the bird flew away. "Is that-"
"Yep, they are! This one's mine." Rigel handed her the other letter.
It looked almost identical to Nymphadora's letter except the name was different. Amira was shocked. It wasn't her name either. The letter read:
Ms. A. Black
The Bedroom Second to the Left
18 Leyland Drive
Wimbourne
Dorset
Turning the envelope over, her hand trembled, Amira saw a purple wax seal bearing a coat of arms; a lion, an eagle, a badger, and a snake surrounding a large letter H. She smiled a small smile at the badger but she was freaking out. Why wasn't her name on the letter. Rigel was running down the stairs screaming, "MUM! DAD! THE HOGWARTS LETTERS ARE HERE!"
Amira slowly followed her brother downstairs. What was wrong with her letter? Would they still let her into Hogwarts?
Andromeda was standing at the stove with a frying pan. Rigel was gibbering away about how exited he was. Andromeda turned around. "Oh there you are Amira. I was getting worried. Rigel said you got your Hogwarts letters." Amira nodded. "Is something wrong?" Andromeda asked seeing her daughter's anxious expression.
"I don't think it's mine." Amira sighed as she sat down.
"And why would that be?" Andromeda put some bacon onto Amira and Rigel's plates.
"It doesn't have my name on it. It says: Ms. A. Black"
"It's yours Amira. I'm sure. The quill must be breaking down. That's why we never use self-addressing quills they make mistakes far too often. Black is my maiden name, anyways. The letter is most definitely yours." Andromeda sighed. She didn't expect something to come up so soon. Andromeda knew eventually something would come up that showed Amira her true heritage but she wanted to keep it hidden as long as possible. Sirius Black was a mass murder, not someone you wanted your adopted daughter to look up to.
"But what if-"
"Amira, we could go all day with the 'what-ifs.' Why don't you read your letter and then we can have some breakfast."
" 'Kay Mum."
Amira ripped open the letter. It read:
HOGWARTS SCHOOL of WITCHCRAFT and WIZARDRY
Headmaster: ALBUS DUMBLEDORE
(Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc., Chf. Warlock, Supreme Mugwump, International Confed. of Wizards)
Dear Ms. Black,
We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment.
Term begins on September 1. We await your owl by no later than July 31.
Yours sincerely,
Minerva McGonagall,
Deputy Headmistress
"Mum, you're going to have to owl them later. I don't want to be Ms. Black all year."
"Do you have to? I would be able to pretend I wasn't related to her." Rigel asked trying to keep his face innocent.
"True. Though I think I would have the better deal," Amira replied through her laughter.
"Now, Now, settle down. I have to owl them anyways to say that you'll be attending. I'll also make sure to have them correct your name, Amira. Now eat your breakfast."
Andromeda placed two large pancakes on each plate. The twins began cutting and eating their food very fast.
"Slow down. You're going to choke." Both newly eleven year olds stopped eating and shared annoyed looks.
"But we just want to get to our presents." Andromeda sighed. Sometimes children got way too excited.
A few minutes after the twins went back to eating as fast as they possibly could, the doorbell rang. "I'll get it," said Amira as she grudgingly got up to answer the door. She opened it. On the front step was Nymphadora standing in her pink haired glory.
"Nymphy, I thought you said you weren't coming. Auror training." Amira said as she threw her arms around her sister.
"I wouldn't miss this for the world."
The two sisters walked inside arms wrapped around each other. The Hogwarts letter soon lay forgotten as Amira and Rigel celebrated their eleventh birthday.
A.N. Sorry, It's been a long time since an update. I have good news though next chapter Amira and Rigel are off to Hogwarts. I didn't know what anyone wanted so I kept it in third person. Tell me if you want me to stick with that or change to first person in a review. Which brings me to my next point. Please Review! I've had 34 people read my story but still nothing. So you know that little blue button, click it. Thanks!