Chapter Two-Found You!

'I've got to find him! I know you're here, now where are you in this giant fucking building?!' Graham inwardly cursed, trying to find his brother. He's already ran up a flight of stairs, rounded a few corners but still had yet to find him.

"Excuse me, Graham Montague?" Turning around, he saw it was the referee.

"Yes, what is it?" he snapped irritably.

"If you're looking for Raven, I suggest you try Room 308. Down that next hall, third door on your right." he pointed to his left. Thanking him, Graham headed to Raven's door, and knocked firmly on the polished wood.

"Man, who da hell is it now?" Jumping from his bed, he opened the door. It was his double, who appeared anxious with a mix of relief. ''What do ya want?''

"Please, may I come in? We need to talk."

Shrugging in a what-the-fuck-ever manner, he allowed Graham inside. Montague took a seat at the small table, facing Raven. "You're here to talk, so talk."

Taking a deep breath, Graham responded "I know this is a lot to take in, but as you can plainly see, you're my twin. I can prove to you that this isn't some sort of trick." he pulled his locket from inside of his shirt. Muttering a spell; the ornate silver locket split into two, the second with also a chain. Raven watched him carefully, eyes darting back and forth between the locket and Graham.

Graham opened the lockets, revealing the Montague crests in all their glory. On the other halves, were three letters-'GSM' and 'GAM'. "These lockets are only charmed to be in the possession of a Montague. If anyone else touches it, it burns. Here.." he held it out to Raven, who reluctantly took the locket. Chevalier gazed over his hand noticing there was no burn. "Your real name isn't Raven Chevalier, it's Garrett Sergei Montague. You were born October 31st, 1997 in London at St. Mungo's Hospital and you're a Pureblood."

Raven stared at his locket, replaying the sentence. 'Garrett Sergei Montague..? Pureblood?' "Wait a minute righ' now. Why after all dis time are you now lookin' fo' me? Were two boys too much to handle?'' His eyes narrowed in anger as he spoke. "Didn't ya'll want me?"

Graham felt his heart break at the insinuation. "Of course we wanted you. Ever since you were stolen from us, our parents have never stopped looking even though the investigators said the trail ran cold. They told us you were probably dead!"

"Stolen? Dead? What da hell you mean?!"

"Two hours right after we were born, someone broke into the nursery and kidnapped you right from underneath the healers' noses. Dad had aurors tear the place apart just to find you but you were gone. Mum cried over it for months, she never left her room. A mediwitch had to stay with us to keep an eye on her because of her postpartum depression. We didn't know whether she was gonna commit suicide or accidentally smother me because she was still in a fit over losing you.''

A slight weight tugged at Raven's heartstrings as he listened to his brother. "Well don' I feel like a jackass?" With a huff, he buried his face in a pillow.

"I'm not finished."

"I was afraid you were gon' say dat." he mumbled.

''Pardon? I can't understand mumbling, although I'm having a hard enough time understanding you with that strange accent."

Raven sighed and sat up. "You callin' mah accent strange, listen to you...all fancy an' wha' not. Like you were in some boardin' school or somethin'. Now what else you wanna tell me?"

Choosing to ignore that comment, Graham continued. "Dad had people search for you all over Europe for years and to this day, nothing. Honestly, I don't know why Dad never considered America. Out of all places to look, you're here in Louisiana."

Raven snorted. "Funny how dat shit happens, huh? Ya'll ever find ou' who kidnapped me?"

Graham shook his head. "No, we never found out. As you'll soon know, our father made a lot of enemies in and outside of school...and he's only 38. As far as we know, one of them could have orchestrated it. It's very difficult to prove due to the fact-"

"...-none o' dem would be stupid enough to directly involve demselves."

Graham stared at him, slightly grinning. "Right." 'So this is one of the twin things I can look forward to. Finishing each other's sentences. The Weasley twins won't be the only ones doing this for much longer.'

"Think you'll ever find ou'?"

"I don't think so, but right now...it doesn't seem that important."

"I guess you have a point. So...you always knew 'bout me?"

Nodding, Graham replied. "Always. Even as baby I knew a part of me was missing. I'd always stare off to the other crib in the nursery at our manor, from what Mum said."

Raven gazed at him in astonishment. "Really? Wow. I did da same thing...stare off to da other side o' da room. O' course, Mom said I was always was a weird kid."

Taking a seat next to Raven, Graham asked. "How about we keep asking questions? I'm sure you're as curious about me as I am about you."

"Why da hell not? Ok..uh..what do yo' initials stand fo'? I get da 'Graham Montague' part."

"Graham Alexei Montague."

"Those names...Alexei and Sergei...are we Russian?"

"Yes. Well actually, our Mum is Russian, English and Romanian. Dad is mostly French with some English and look more like him."

"Got a picture?"

"Yes, here." he pulled out his wallet, and shown Raven a photograph of three people with equally black hair and ivory skin. The shorter woman had blue eyes whilst the males had onyx.

"Jesus fuckin' Christ, you people don' tan either, do ya?"

"Nope. Montagues never tan well. We burn then become white again."

Raising an eyebrow, Raven glanced at the photo once more. "You sure we don' have vampire in us?"

"I don't think so, except there is rumor about it. There's family secrets even I am not aware of. Although, I am nicknamed the 'Other Dungeon Bat' by another set of twins at Hogwarts."

"I was wonderin' since we look like somethin' straight out o' Transylvania."

Graham laughed. "Yeah, we do. Don't we?"

Tracing his fingers lightly around the edge of the photo, Raven muttered. "So dis is mah Mom an' Dad. What are their names?"

"Michael and Anastasia, both were of Slytherin House." he nodded, well aware of Hogwarts and their four Houses since Salem Academy is its sister school.

"Damn, I got a bunch to catch up on."

"I have."

"What?"

"It's 'I have' a bunch to catch up on."

"Don' correct mah grammar, Brit boy."

"Ok.." Graham shrugged, deciding to let him have his way for the time being. "We have the rest of the night since the tournament is over with, so let's get to talking." Several hours pass and it was now two in the morning. Both brothers exchanged a myriad of information about themselves and their immediate families.

Graham learned that Raven was found on the doorstep of a New Orleans orphanage and wasn't adopted until a month later to a couple by the names of Robert and Josephine Chevalier; whom had trouble conceiving for several years. Her reason for adopting Raven was that she felt a strange pull to St. Jerome's Orphanage where she went into the nursery and couldn't find herself to walk away from him. She named him Raven because a nurse told her one would always hang by the window and bring him shiny objects, and his hair reminded her of its plumage.

He was then raised in a small town called Bellerose, attended a public school before he turned 11 and made friends with a variety of people in Salem once he learned he was a wizard. Graham gave him a disgusted look once Raven told him he liked to play in the bayou and knew how to gut and cook alligator.

"Are you serious?"

"As a fuckin' heart attack. I also know how to hunt other game an' shoot rifles, too.''

Graham knew nothing about muggle weapons, so he's taking his brother's word for it.

Raven discovered the Montagues were an ancient aristocratic family that originally hailed from France, although his mother's families were mostly from Moscow, Bucharest and...interestingly, Transylvania. Graham was also a Chaser on the Quidditch Team. His hobbies were languages, piano and of course...fencing, which a surprised Raven said that he also had a knack for languages-except these were Louisiana versions of French; Cajun and Creole, and could play an instrument, his being violin.

He doesn't play Quidditch much at school but can fly pretty well and is quite a decent Chaser when he would play. Despite being raised in two vastly different worlds, they had a lot in common. There was one thing however, Graham wasn't sure how his brother would take. He was raised by Muggles, after all.

"Lastly, I'm also gay."

Raven was silent before a wide grin nearly cracked his face. "So am I."

His eyes widened. "Really? I thought you'd..-"

"O'erreact? Naw, why da hell would I? Is it because I'm muggle-raised?" Seeing Graham nod, he explained further. "Thankfully, I was adopted by two very liberal Catholics. Mom said dat 'da good Lord made me in his image and dat I am who I am fo' a reason', just as da day she came to me. Dad said he don' love me any less and dat as long as I find someone to love me in return, it don' matter who. So, got a boyfriend I should know 'bout?"

Graham's normally pale cheeks became rosy as he shook his head. "No, but there is someone I've had my eye on for quite a while."

"Come on, cher*...who's da boy?"

"Well, he's this cute Scottish Gryffindor, Oliver Wood. He's the captain of his house's team and is the Keeper."

Raven snorted. "Wood. Ya'll know how many dick jokes ya can subject 'im to, right?"

"Yes, I am aware and he's had the brunt of them over the years."

"Do you happen to have a picture o' him?"

Graham reached again, somewhat shamefully into his wallet and handed him a folded photograph. "I, uh...got this from one of the Gryffindors who I'll soon be telling you about."

Gazing at the gorgeous, muscular brunette in a tight-fitting black shirt and jeans leaning against a stone wall, Raven let out a "Damn! He looks good. I would love to bend 'im o'er anytime!"

Graham laughed. ''My thoughts exactly."

"Ever see 'im in a kilt? You know how dey used to be worn back in da day." he snickered, playfully nudging his twin.

"Haha. Must you be so brash?" His smile betrayed his comment. "Ya didn't, did ya?"

"Unfortunately, no...damn it." 'Although I will definitely consider trying to get him in one somehow..' "What about you? Anyone special in your life?"

"Naw...'cept I did lay one o' my friends from Salem on mah birthday last year. Fuckin' great, he was. 'Course I was on top most o' da night."

"Ah, so you've also indulged in casual sex with a best friend. I did too, though it was before my birthday. It was with one of the Slytherin beaters, Lucian Bole. He's kind of on the short side, but very hot. Then there was this one time with Adrian and Terence...the Chaser and former Seeker. But that's a story for another day."

"You still piqued mah interest."

"Hmm...you know something? I have two weeks left here in New Orleans and I still don't know how you live. I have an overall idea from what you've described, but I'm strangely curious."

"I was layin' here, thinkin' da same. I dunno what mah parents are like. I wanna meet 'em but how? Droppin' a ball like dis would surely cause a bunch o' heartache, I mean me comin' out o' nowhere almost sixteen years later."

"I know." Both went silent for a moment, lost in their thoughts.

Suddenly, a light went off. "What if we both traded places?!" they shouted simultaneously. Realizing their 'twin moment', the teens laughed.

"I think this would work rather well, but how? My use of magic is restricted since I am under seventeen, your hair is longer and your accent certainly differs from mine. I can also assume your diet also contrasts with my own from the spicy, pungent aroma I came across in the kitchens."

Scratching his head, Raven agreed. "Yeah, I see what yo' talkin' 'bout...but..." he snickered, causing Graham to wonder aloud.

"What is it?"

"Dey don' teach ya'll nothin' 'bout us o'er there do dey? In America, the laws are far mo' lenient. We can use our magic at sixteen."

"We're 15 right now."

"I know dat, I have a way."

"Go on.."

"A buddy o' mine down in da French Quarter; he placed a spell on mah wand, severin' da magical trace. I can do whatever I want, whenever I want an' not get caught fo' it."

This snagged Graham's attention wholeheartedly. "Hmm, I didn't think anyone was allowed to do that unless it was under dire circumstances. That's the more legal standpoint I've heard."

With a sly smirk, Raven retorted. "I never said it was legal, now did I? It's easy, one strong appearance-switchin' an' one vocal replication charm, I'll have yo' fancy attire, yo' almost Leroy Jetho Gibbs-lookin' haircut an' dat British accent. You'll have everythin' o' mine includin' mah voice. Good thing our voices are o' da same deep pitch or I'd have to tweak it."

"What is your accent called, anyway?"

"Cajun. You'll be hearin' a lot o' it too down here in Louisiana...even in da French Quarter where I'll be takin' you, startin' tomorrow'. Yo' gonna have to learn to infiltrate an' blend in with yo' surroundins' if we're gonna pull dis off. In between, we'll both give our daily routines and practice 'em an' give more information on friends, family, an' our schools. They'll know somethin's up if one o' us does somethin' way outta character too often."

Graham smirked. 'I know exactly what house you're suited for.' "Understood. One thing though, who's Leroy Jethro Gibbs?"

"I'll tell ya later."

*cher= meaning ''darling, honey, sweetie...buddy...etc." those terms of endearment. (Used down in LA, not the LA in California!)

St. Jerome's Orphanage and Bellerose are made up places. (If there's any that does exist...purely coincidental!)

"Leroy Jetho Gibbs" belongs to the creators of NCIS.