Hey, hello, what's up?! Anyway, here is Chapter One...but first, I need you to read this notice:
(Fencing scene, although tweaked, I'm giving Disney credit just in case...I did in the prior chapter note in the prologue...but I'm putting it here again. The same goes for their later plan...which you'll see in the next chapter.)

This is the part where I will need you to pay close attention: For this story, I've had to do some research for the content further on in this chapter and so forth. For the sport featured in this, I've changed some rules/details so it'll suit my idea of it being the Wizarding version. For the place where it happens, it is made up. If there is such a facility with the same name...it is of mere coincidence. Also, there will be French phrases in here, which I will leave a translation at the top and bottom of the page just in case somebody doesn't see it.

In regards to the OC, you will notice that his speech and grammar will vary from Graham's. There is a reason for that-Since the OC will be Cajun and is from a rural community, his speech will be typed to sound how many from that area talk. Please understand that not everyone from the state later mentioned sounds like this-that is stereotypical. Many of you have read books with characters speaking in another dialect and speech pattern in your English/Literature classes, or so I assume...so I believe you get the idea. The speech is NOT intended to insult anyone who may actually be from around this area, or if you know a person from there. (Also, I'm basing it off TV where I heard some people talk that way.)

For example: "Your/You're" = " Yo' ", "My" = "Mah" (can sound like 'mah' or 'muh'), '' For " = " Fo' " (sounds like 'foh' or 'fuh'..depending on how fast they say it or the context), "The" = "Da" (sounds like 'duh'), "That" = "Dat", "Over"= "O'er"...so on and so forth. It really all depends...not every Cajun sounds exactly the same. Sometimes, their consonant 't's sound like 'd's, or their 'th's sound like 't's...or even in the reverse...like I said..it all depends. I might switch the ruling in some words. So that no one assumes I don't understand basic grammar and spelling...I give you this note. If you need to review it again later on...feel free to do so. This is also really for those who don't live in North America and may be unaware of this variation in speech.

Lastly, for the French (which I got off the internet and some I remember): "En garde" = "On guard", "Êtes-vous prêts?"= "Are you ready?", "Allez"= "Go".

All right? Ok, here we go! (Once again, I appreciate you reading the notice!)

Chapter One: Montague no. 1

~Nearly sixteen years later, Summer.~

(First Person POV)

I hear a loud popping noise causing me to stir awake in my giant four-poster bed. "Mnn...what?"

"Sir, Lord Michael told Tibbly to wake you up. You have that fencing tournament this afternoon."

"Oh, yeah...that. Thank you, Tibbly."

The house elf bowed and disappeared. Rubbing my eyes as I do every time, I rise from my black sheets and conduct my morning ritual of brushing my teeth and getting dressed.

Now, here I stand in front of my full-length mirror, checking out my appearance. My short, midnight black hair is neat, my dark-toned outfit pressed to perfection, bringing out the stark contrast of my white skin. Nothing was mussed or out of place. Same shit, different day. Once I step out of my bedroom, I partake in another of my daily tasks...walking into the room across mine.

Opening the oak door, I stroll carefully into a place where time seems to stand still. The area rug is the same, as are the toys and decorations present upon the walls and shelves. Two green cribs stay in the middle, each containing a blanket, teddy bear and small pillow. Two sets of everything...two. I sit in the extra rocking chair and stare at the empty crib adjacent to me. Now I know what you're thinking.. 'creepy as fuck'...well, it may be to you, but not to me for I have good reason.

Contrary to popular belief, I am not an only child. My name is Graham Montague and I am a twin, identical to be precise.

You see, my brother and I were separated at birth...actually, the correct term for his separation is 'kidnapping'. He was taken from us hours after we came out of the womb. No one knows who did it or why. Father had the aurors tear apart St. Mungo's to find him but it was all in vain. My brother was nowhere to be seen. He hired private investigators to search all of England only to find nothing, the same in France and other places in Europe where he had connections.

After five years, the search slowed to a minimum, the leads became farther and fewer in between...then they stopped altogether. Their reason was they believed him to be dead since the trail went cold. Mum and Dad were livid of course, but still kept trying. They're hoping he's alive out there somewhere and I think so, too. I don't know how to explain it, but I feel he's in a sense not too far away. I come here every day to the room I used to stay in until I turned three.

As a young child, I remember Mum saying when I would sit up or stand, I'd always stare across the room into that empty crib like I knew something was missing. I guess it's that twin connection thing people have talked about. It must hold some truth since I have yet to break this habit. Touching my locket gingerly, I sigh and take one last gaze at the room before I leave for breakfast.

(Third Person)

Graham entered the dining room to see his parents already present, sipping their morning tea and reading the Daily Prophet. He began eating, using impeccable etiquette even though this wasn't a formal affair.

"Graham, darling. Are you excited over your fencing tournament today?"

Swallowing, he responded. "I'm not that excited, Mum. I still look forward to the competition."

"It shouldn't be hard for you to win, your training has paid off handsomely." his father, Lord Montague replied.

As a child, his parents had him instructed in some of the finer aspects of elite culture-French was a given as was some Slavic languages due to his mother's heritage, piano and fencing. Graham was still allowed to play in between lessons, so he wasn't denied a childhood. As he became proficient in those arts, he took up Quidditch, thus landing him a spot on the team as Chaser next to Adrian Pucey and Marcus Flint; two of his best friends. Despite being a presumed only child, he couldn't complain. His life was quite grand.

After breakfast, Graham grabbed his shrunken trunks and readied himself to leave Montague Manor.

"All right, dear. Have a good time and I'll see you soon. The tournament lasts only a week and you'll have time to vacation for two more. You'll be home a few days before heading to Diagon Alley for your things. Don't talk with too many strangers. A lot of people are shady, so stand guard. I love you." Lady Montague tightly hugged Graham.

"Mum...I get it. Please let go."

"Sorry." she relaxed her hold, allowing him to slip free. Walking over to the fireplace, he bid his parents one last goodbye before throwing a handful of sparkling green Floo powder into the massive hearth, shouting his destination and vanishing in a flash.

Seconds later, Graham arrived in another giant fireplace inside a grand hall decorated with crystal chandeliers and centuries-old paintings. Stepping out onto the platform, he held onto a pillar to steady himself.

'Man, I hate international Floo travel. I hope Apparition won't be too bad.' Eyeing the exquisite decor, he mused. 'It's just like the description. Here I am at the Beaumont Plantation; in New Orleans, Louisiana. Haven't been to the States in years...hopefully this place won't bore me to death. Now, to check in.'

After checking in, he found his room and got settled. Scanning his schedule, he read aloud. ''First round at 2:00pm...my first opponent-Wilhelm Reinhold from Germany." Reading further, his eyes stopped at one name in particular-Raven Chevalier.

'Raven Chevalier. Louisiana native, muggleborn wizard and fencing champion for the past several years. He sounds formidable enough. Why have I never seen his photo? I'd like to see who I'll eventually be up against. Oh well, I have time to kill before two.'

At one, Graham suited up and left his room, heading to the indoor arena. The stands were full of people talking and waiting for the tournament to begin. There were other contenders younger than he, for the event catered to all age groups. Graham was in the older teen division. Taking his place on the mat, he saw a blonde boy standing before him speaking with who appeared to be a coach or family member in German. It was Wilhelm Reinhold.

'Not a bad-looking bloke, either.'

Reinhold faced Graham, giving him a friendly nod. Returning the gesture, he heard the announcer direct everyone to their positions via 'Sonorus'. Taking their stances, the referee for his age group stood in between them on the side.

"En garde. Êtes-vous prêts?*" They nodded, supplying a 'yes' with masks already in place. "Allez!*"

The two began squaring off, Reinhold making the first attack and Montague defending with a parry and riposte. They went at this for a while...lunging, parrying, a remise, another parry, then a disengage followed by a circle-parry. With a swift movement of the arm, Reinhold was disarmed, leaving Graham with the win. 'One down, several to go.'

Sunday turned into Monday, then Tuesday and Wednesday...each day with Graham winning a match. It was not until Saturday when he would face the champion, Raven Chevalier. Upon stepping into the crowded arena for a seventh time, he noticed his opponent already masked and sitting on the mat, alone.

'Hm...no instructor, no one at all. His parents are muggles, no wonder they're not here.' Donning his own fencing mask, he walked over to Chevalier who gazed at him silently. "You must be Raven Chevalier, the current champion."

His opponent nodded slowly. 'One helluva way to introduce yo' self, Brit.'

Seeing the referee approach, Chevalier hopped to his feet and faced Graham. Hands on their weapons, they waited for the signal. The referee yelled "En garde! Êtes-vous prêts?*" The two replied 'yes'. "Allez!*"

Raven thrust forward, attempting to tap Graham who parried. Graham returned the attack only to have the same done to him.

'Not bad.' Montague thought as he and Chevalier continued their bout. In between a continuation of an attack and a counter, Graham mused as he sized him up 'Damn! Same size, same build, even our speed is similar. He has matched me per strike as I have for him...not sure if I can take going at this all night!'

His opponent had his own internal musing along the same lines. 'What are ya? Some kind o' mirror reflectin' mah every move?!' he dodged and returned the attack, evening their scores.

They continue until their long match ended. It took the judges a while but they came to their decision-it was a tie. The first they've had in a few hundred years.

"All right, gents. Take off your masks and offer the other some congrats. You both fared wonderfully." Doing as the referee said, both boys grudgingly turned their backs to take off their masks. Facing one another, the referee whistled "Whoa...did not expect that."

Graham and Raven stared at one another, mouths agape. It was as if looking in a mirror. Circling, they eyed one another up and down, taking in their appearance. "I..I can't believe this." 'It's him! After all these years...he's alive.'

Chevalier responded with a hostile tone. ''Who da hell are you tellin'? Who are you?"

Graham was having trouble responding due to his utter shock, on the count he's talking to his long-missing, thought-to-be-dead twin brother; who wouldn't have difficulty? Seeing as though he wasn't getting an answer, Raven stormed off, leaving Graham alone in the crowd.

*Translation: "En garde" = "On guard", "Êtes-vous prêts?"= "Are you ready?", "Allez"= "Go".

For the fencing terms such as ''parry'', ''riposte'', and the like...they are offensive and defensive moves in that sport. If you wanna know more...look 'em up online...that's what I did in my research. :)

There you go, everyone! There's chapter one! Like this one, the others will be kinda long. I'm playing with the formatting because I don't want it to have way too many chapters and look choppy...or too few chapters and WAY, WAY, WAY too many words. I dunno...I'll eventually work something out. Anyway, the next chapter will be up soon. ;) Thanks again to those who decided to give this story a chance!