The Potter Twins and the Coming of Age

Cornelius Fudge had left the Potter Mansion-preferably call the Potter House by its modest inhabitants- in fear of losing his beloved job. Yes, now that James was back he would be asked to take the office again by England's magical community and Tony Blair, the Muggle prime minister. James would be happy to take the position again, only he would hate all the publicity. Lily would hate the publicity, too, because of her legendary and he could tell by the way Harry huffed when someone mentioned about the several articles about him, that Harry would absolutely despise the publicity. Jacquilene had voiced that she didn't like getting attention from the media, but she absolutely loved getting it from her friends, also known as her family. He was so proud of his kids, their achievements, and how mature they seemed to be. He grabbed a recently taken picture of Jacquilene and Harry. You could hardly tell that they were twins, but they are fraternal twins at that. They had basically the same personality, but Jacqui's pranking skills were extremely evident, the way she, Abbei, Sirius's daughter, and Mercedez, Remus's daughter, spent the evening starting a prank war with the Weasley twins. Harry had spent the evening sitting in the background with James and Lily, talking about various events that had happened and the usual stuff parents and their children should talk about. He was extremely laidback, but you could tell by looking in his green eyes (the only thing the twins truly shared on the outside). Sirius and Remus liked embarrassing the boy by talking about his Quidditch talent and his amazing feats. He shook his head, and quietly reminded them about the few times where he had fallen off of the broom, which got them to lay off of Quidditch and on to his love life. He had admitted to having a girlfriend, but he would not tell them her name. Lily turned over, and tugged at James's arm.!

"Jamie, honey, what are you still doing up?"

"Oh, I just woke up a half hour ago. It's six o'clock, you know, Tigre," James pointed at the digital clock on Lily's nightstand. "I wonder if anyone's up."

"I don't think so, James. Stay in here."

"I just want to check up on the kids."

"They turn fifteen on Saturday, James, they can take care of themselves."

"Lily, I'm just a tad bit worried, with Voldemort back and everything."

"And the whole you being the bloody Minister of Magic now that Fudge is a fucking idiot and is stepping down," Lily's voice had the same exact anger in it when Harry spoke of Fudge after the dastardly old fool had left. "He's- how'd he get the job anyway?!?"

"I don't know; I've been dead for the past thirteen/fourteen years. Ask Albus after he's back getting that Malfoy girl."

"The Malfoys don't have a daughter. Lucius and Randi Ridahl had a girl together, remember? He cheated on Narcissa, but they have a son together- Draco, I believe."

"He cheated on Narcissa- how'd you find all that out?"

"Anemarie and her son told me. I'm not surprised though. He and Randi always got along quite well."

"But why would he do that!?"

"Because he can and that's exactly what Lucius would do to any woman."

James got out of the bed. "I'm going to check on the kids."

"Jimmy! They can watch out for themselves."

"It's Jamie, not Jimmy, Lillith. I know they can take care of themselves. I just want to see if they're alright."

"It's just Lily, but, fine then, Jamie, go check on the twins. I'll be here if you need me."

James left the suite, and headed towards the painting of him and Lily in their Animagi forms, and whispered, "I am up to no good."

The painting swung forward, and he climbed the spiral staircase that led to a huge, loft like room, with raspberry colored walls, and hard, cherry wood floors. He looked around the room, looking for Jacquilene. A door opened, and out came Jacquilene, soaking wet, brushing out her hair.

"Dad! How'd you get in here?"

"Abbei gave me the password."

"Remind me to turn off the security cameras and change my password."

"Jacqui- turn off the security cameras and change your password."

"Thanks, Dad, I knew I could trust you."

She poured a glass of water, trying to reduce the awful taste. That taste, the taste of Polyjuice Potion stood out in her mouth, like it always did the week she returned to Williamson or her home after being Cho Chang at Hogwarts. The taste was rancid, but everyone who did the exchange program knew it quite well. It was the only way to keep certain students hidden, and the only way to keep the non-exchange program students unsuspicious of absences. It was the perfect bluff, Jacquilene noted, no one would ever believe that Ginny Weasley was really Soleigha Malfoy, Draco Malfoy's half-sister, in disguise. No one would ever think to ask Cho Chang where the summer residence of Harry Potter was. It was so simple, like the Secret Keeper switch between Sirius and Butt-Wiping Paper, also known as Peter Pettigrew.

"Trust's a strong word, Jacquilene. Why do you say that?"

"Well, you're my dad. I'm obligated to trust you. Besides, you gave up your life for Mum and Harry, and you would do the same for me, Sirius, or anybody. Even Snape- or should I say my future Uncle Severus, the way he and Aunt Petunia keep going at it." Jacquilene pulled her hair into two low ponytails, as James smiled. "What is it, Dad?"

"You look so much like you mother it's scary, but you act so much like your brother and I."

She blushed and sat in a squishy, black leather couch. "Thank you, that means a lot to me, but I am more like Mum than anyone thinks. No one really gives me a chance to show that side. I'm always Cadet General Potter, or Harry's sister, or one of those prankster girls, or Cho, the Ravenclaw Seeker. The real Cho Chang won't even get on a broom, let alone dive fifty feet following Harry. I'd just like to be me for once."

"I know how you feel. Everyone has a certain idea of how a person is supposed to be, and everyone follows the projections of themselves- like Severus."

"Exactly. It took me a month before I died to figure that one out. He called us wanting to know where Petunia was, and he sounded so vulnerable. I was so stupid and naive. Thank god you aren't like that."

"You're just throwing random compliments at me now, Daddy."

***

Soleigha Malfoy climbed into the passenger seat, aspirated. She had been beaten by Lucius again, the bruise on her cheek made that obvious. She tried to hide it with make-up, but the little foundation she had used didn't work all that well with her pale, ghostly white skin, for it was a creamy tan, like Narcissa's skin. Dumbledore was sure to pretend like he didn't know what had occurred, and Neville was sure to hound her till she spilt the news. She lowered her head, hoping that neither the Hogwarts headmaster nor Neville would notice the bruise. She put her stick-straight brown hair in front of her bruise, using it as a blanket. Yes, that worked quite well, unlike her genetics. The granddaughter of Voldemort, and the daughter of a faithful Death Eater, who would have figured that they'd make a productive member of Merlin House who happened to be close friends with the daughters of Remus Lupin, Sirius Black, and James Potter? Who would figure that she would be totally, completely in love with Neville Longbottom, especially in his true form? The clumsy, weak almost Squib appearance that roamed the halls of Hogwarts was an act, a very good act at that. His true form, a strong, powerful, handsome wizard was the real Neville. She stared out of the window, admiring the beautiful weather. It was a decent day, but it could have been a whole lot better it her father hadn't beaten her, for Lucius wanted her to give him information to give to her grandfather. Ick, she hated thinking of Voldemort like that, he was not the grandfatherly type at all. She had met him when she had come home from school, and Voldemort was promising her a high position in his league and the Greggory Goyle's hand in marriage. She pretend to care, but really, Soleigha was interested in joining the Order of Phoenix. Dumbledore had already brief the future members, and she was all for risking her life to get rid of the filth that was her family. No, Lucius and h! er real mother weren't her family. Her dorm mates were he family; Jax, Mercedez, Abbei, Neville, Cho, Angelina, Piers, Douglas, Malcolm, Cedric.

Soleigha paused, remembering what she had done in the last week. She had revived some dead and/or insane people, including Cedric. She had a lot of explaining to do, especially when it came to what she had done. She had found the Slytherin Resurrection Goblet in her private Gringrotts vault, and did some experimenting with it, only to have Cedric along with Mr. and Mrs. Potter and Mr. and Mrs. Longbottom in her secret apartment. She would travel to and fro the Malfoy Manor in order to keep her life totally private and separate from Lucius, and the Malfoy ways. She loved being on the Light side of things, even if she was working against her biological family, but the people who were her true family; she was working with them and for their and her own ways. The right ways; the pure, great, honest ways would prevail in the future.

"Er, I'm not in huge trouble for, er, using the Goblet, Professor, am I?"

"No need to be so worried, Soleigha. You did us a huge favor, reviving the people that you did revive. That made Miss Potter and Mr. Longbottom quite happy last night, which will help the process we will be going through a little bit easier with them happy. Soleigha-"

"What is it, sir?"

"It's nothing, nothing at all. I must have a talk with Lucius, don't I? I suggest that you never go back to that certain manor ever again."

"You know, which means..."

"Everyone knows, Soleigha. They have always known."

"Great, just great, everyone thinks I'm some kind of weakling and that I can't protect myself."

She turned toward the window, and saw her self in the mirror. *Oh, good lord*, she was even paler that normal, and her hair was oily, greasy, dirty, which made it look gray. Ick, gray, it was nasty, like her clothing she wore during her time at the Malfoy Manor, hand-me-downs from Narcissa. *Good lord, I need to go straight to Jax's house and get a bath before anyone can see me. I've got to make up some excuse...er, yeah! Greg hit me with a Bludger. That's the story- wait, Albus just said they know. I better just tell them the absolute truth.* Soleigha gulped as the pulled into the Longbottoms' driveway.

"D'you mind if I stay in here, Professor?"

"No. I'll be right back, "

Professor Dumbledore got out the sports utility vehicle, as Soleigha grabbed for her backpack. She pulled out her hairbrush and pulled her hair out of her eyes. That looked a bit better, but you could see the huge bruise even more. *Oh well, he knows about Lucius abusing me, so he might as well know about this encounter.* Neville climbed into the vehicle in his disguise form.

"Hello, Soleigha," He leaned toward the front seat and gave her a peck on the check. "Thanks a lot, Lei. It means so much to me that you did that."

"Have you talked to Jacquilene any time soon?"

"Yeah, last night; she and her family are quite happy together, but Harry wasn't in the room- supposedly he was in the basement with Ginny do homework."

"And that's what Draco and Greg says when they're off snogging. It must be nice to be Jax and Ced though. They just announce that they're heading out and nobody questions what they're doing."

Neville burst out laughing. "I still can't see how they wounded up together. She's so wild and spontaneous and he's so calm and collected. She's-"

"The lead guitarist for a punk band that also works as a pranking unit and he's nominated for Head Boy at Hogwarts. They are opposites and we are completely and utterly alike and normal with a few exceptions."

"Yeah, like how I'm the son of Aurors and you're the daughter of some of the most horrific people in our world. Oh, we're here! Is that Jacqui flying?"

"No, I believe that's Lily. They do look awfully alike, don't they?"

"How can you tell that's Lily?"

"Mr. Longbottom, we both know the younger female Potter well enough to know she wouldn't wear that outfit- or fly so low."

"You're right; Jacquilene wouldn't wear something so...preppy. And she can't stand flying anything but fifty- a hundred feet in the air."

Soleigha jumped out of the vehicle, grabbing her trunk, as Neville followed her lead. They wandered around the yard, as Lily Potter came down, gasping.

"Albus, how can you let those two do that?! It's quite frightening."

"They know what they're doing, Lily. They'll be fine."

Jacquilene quickly came down from a dive, and switched out of it, smiling mischievously. It had been a great dive, and she wasn't afraid to admit that she done it perfectly. However, Harry came down following her, looking furious.

"How did you manage that?! I thought that I-"

"You thought that you were the best Seeker, didn't you? I don't play for Ravenclaw as Cho Chang for-oh, shnikies, I wasn't supposed to say anything about that."

"My God, Jax, you do have a knack for letting the cat out of bag."

Cedric Diggory got off of his broom, taking Jacquilene's out of her hand.

"Yes, I do, don't I?"

Jacquilene went into the house, followed by Soleigha and Neville.

"Lei! Come up stairs with me. Please."

"Uh, sure, I'll go with you. What for, though?"

"It's like you don't know, Lei."

As they walked up the rather huge staircase, they heard some yelling, that, honestly, was quite loud.

"SEVERUS, IT'S NOT THAT I DON'T LOVE YOU, BUT THAT I DO LOVE YOU AND IF YOU CAN'T ACCEPT IT, THEN DON'T!! YOU'VE GOT TO BE A BIT MORE OPEN TO PEOPLE- YOU CAN'T JUST LOCK YOURSELF INSIDE AND NOT LET ANYONE WHAT'S GOING ON IN THERE!"

"I CAN AND I WILL, PETUNIA! THAT'S WHAT I'VE BEEN DOING FOR THE PAST SEVERAL YEARS NOW! YOU WERE BRAINWASHED AND I DON'T KNOW IF I CAN GET MYSELF OUT OF MY OWN LITTLE MENTAL BOX!"

Jacquilene was looking a bit sheepish, as they headed up the stairs.

"It's just weird, this whole thing with my aunt and Severus, and I really don't quite understand what's going on. I knew there was something between them, but I really don't see how they, how can I say this, just get back together after all that went on with her and Vernon."

After Jacqui had said that, there was deadly silence. Soleigha kept on following her friend, as she opened the entrance way to her room.

"Up you go, Lei. We've got to find a way to make it seem like you aren't Draco's half-sister, but just...a very, very distant relative."

"Er, hello, Jacqui? Aren't you forgetting that I already look like I'm just a distant relative? Besides, everyone in Slytherin that hangs around Draco knows about me the way he spreads lies about me!"

"Oh, yeah. Well then, what if Lucius comes to the school looking for you, Lei?"

"Then he'll come up to whatever table I'm at and say, 'Goodness sakes, for a fucking daughter of mine and Miranda's you are a disgracing Mudblood Lover. Why don't you just ditch them for some useful friends and allies? You honestly don't want to be killed by Our Lord, Soleigha?' And I'll say, 'Daddy, you know you're his going to kill you anyway, I mean, how stupid can you get, Daddy? But you know, I really do have a cause to fight for, unlike you, and Voldemort is not a lord, he isn't even a human.' It's just another normal convo between father and daughter."

"Good Lucius impression. That would make an excellent song for N*F*'R. Here," Jacquilene handed Soleigha a towel. "Not to be rude or anything, Lei, but you need to take a nice, long bath. What the hell did he do to you, anyway?"

"He...he...smacked me a few times, he punched me, threw me up against this wall, and he...he raped me, Jax. Don't tell Neville, we were waiting, like you and Ced."

"Omygod, I can't not tell anyone, Lei. I have to tell Albus, at least- no, scratch that! YOU have to tell him."

"No, I don't."

"You, just, go take a bath, and figure out how you want to deal with this. I'll be downstairs."

Jacquilene, feeling exceptional upset, picked up a hard-shell guitar case, and headed own the spiral stairwell. Her room was a beautiful escape from the elegant, mansion decor of the rest of the house. The living room had gleaming cream walls, expensive beige furniture, and horrible gallery art from Muggle and wizard museums. The kitchen had been updated recently by the fleet of house-elves, with sleek, black appliances and cabinets, and an island in the middle of the room. The library was still like how Godric Gryffindor had left it, a poorly lit room, painted dark crimson with huge, filled shelves and comfortable armchairs and couches. She liked that room best, with the exception of her bedroom. She came out to the main hallway, hitting her guitar case on the painting that led into her room. Jacquilene turned to the left, looking for the door with the silver plaque on it. If anyone was in that certain room, the plaque would glow gold, and the person's name would appear on the plaque. She smiled; this was the recording studio. She stood back from the door, and read the plaque.

Home to the world's *greatest* band ever,

Drums and Vocals, Soleigha-Hatred Corinne Riddle-Malfoy

Jacquilene walked into it, and opened the case to reveal a black, left-handed, electric guitar with a white flake face plate. It was one of her prized possessions, which included the locket she had worn since birth, her mother and father's journals and yearbooks from Hogwarts, and, of course, the charm bracelet/watch she worn on her right wrist. She had only had this charm bracelet since the Christmas of her third year. It was absolutely beautiful, in all of its simplicity. Most of all...this bracelet's charms glowed a certain color whenever the giver of the charm had certain emotions. Like right now, the full-grown dog charm that Sirius, her godfather, had given her, was glowing a bright yellow, meaning that Sirius was in a very, very, good mood.

She went into the recording booth, and played her favorite set of chords. She had longed loved these notes, but she had never found words to put with them. The chords reminded her vaguely of something, but she couldn't remember what that certain something was. As she kept playing the series, she felt this weird, tingling sensation go up and down her body. It kept on, and on, and on. She couldn't stand it, especially as she felt a twinge of pain flash through her body.

And that's when she noticed the colors swirling on her right wrist. Blue, scarlet, yellow, green, they were the Hogwarts house colors. The spirals of ink were forming the shape of a crest, as more pain came through her body. She was becoming taller, and her hair was getting longer than it previously was. She was suddenly muscular, in a feminine way. The orb around her was just as colorful as her wrist, but they the colors, they were the vivid colors of the rainbow, and she could hear screaming from the library. She could recognize these baritone screams, they were all memorable for her.

These screams were Harry's, and he could recognize her shriek, for it was a twin thing.

He was also going through the same exact thing, as people rushed to both twins' side, but before anyone could get to either, the screaming stopped.

*What the fuck was that?*

*HARRY?!!!*

*What the fuck-*

"Jacquilene, can you get up?"

"Yes, Minerva, I can." Jacquilene got up from the floor, for she had slipped out of her chair. She gasped- Harry was standing at the door way. He had gone from being just 5'11 to about 6'4.

*What happened to you?*

*That's what I want to ask you.*

"May I see your wrists, you two?"

"Uh, sure."

Jacquilene held out her right wrist, as Harry held out his left.

"These aren't your wand arms, correct?"

"Yes, m'am."

"Albus, the prophecy...."

"What prophecy?"

"Dear little brother, hold your amazing curiosity to yourself for the time being."

"There is prophecy," James, who had just walked into the room, began, "that is about the heirs of the Hogwarts founders. The part that is about you two is the part about the two who are the heirs of all four."

"And it says?"

*What could I have possibly been dragged into this time?*

* Er, my beloved James Harold Potter the Third, we both that have been dragged into this little saga since birth.*

"It's in the library. Let me go get it."

James ran off, as Albus just looked clearly stumped, as a voice rang from Jacquilene's mouth- but it was not her own, loud soprano, but a soft and comforting alto. Not only was a different voice coming from her, but an unusual one from Harry. This voice was a loud, commanding baritone, instead of his warm, loving tenor.

"Thus, our tale begins, with the four,

The start of it all

Two of them will have two more,

Whilst the other two bred out of the circle

Millennia will fly by, as the heirs come into view;

A dark lord causing fear and terror will unite them.

Two, un-identical, will have it all that they need.

One, quiet and shy, even though his name is attached to fame;

The other, creative and sweet, though she is loud and reserved from the world

Days before, they turn fifteen; they will gain the way to lead.

One of their friends, just a Slytherin heir,

From families known of disrespect,

Her passionate lover will be there to guide her through the night.

He, the son of Arthur and Gweneviere, will rise to his occasion.

Another, from a long line of Squibs,

Receiver of the badger's knowledge,

She'll be Ravenclaw, fair Ravenclaw,

Found you at last, Clever and bold, our dear-

Her undercover beau, a descendent of Merlin;

His sister, a Seer, the light to keep our lord going;

The Hufflepuff heir, back from the dead,

Loyal from beginning to end to the one we'll call our lady,

A foe becomes a friend, with a fast and furious temper,

As groups joins with question, for

Our lady's trust will waver in them.

A werewolf will turn Dark creatures to the Light side,

And a loyal friend's daughter will hold all of the secrets,

For this is our Order;

The Order of Phoenix, which will defeat the Evil One."

Jacquilene and Harry gasped, with these identical looks on their faces.

"What did we just do?"

"You retold the Founders' Phoenix Order Prophesy."

"I guess that answered my question. But now," Harry looked over towards Ginny, and his chin hit his chest. "I'm sorry."

"It's okay. They would have found out anyway."

"Ron and Hermione will kill me. I wasn't supposed to tell but...they've been dating in secret. More so than we we- are."

Harry and Ginny had gotten together a week after the Last Task; she had ran into him during one of his sneaking around in the middle of night sessions. He was coming from Professor Dumbledore's office, which she was heading to. They were both suffering from nightmares, which they both confided in each other about.

"Its okay, Harry. It's not your fault."

"Yes it is, I couldn't control the voice, and it just came out."

"Harry, I just told about a whole a lot of people who didn't need to know about Mercedez's lycanthropy, and I just told about something else. I know I blurt out a lot of things, but I would never tell anyone about those two things. Especially the latter of the two- it's strictly confidential. Don't ever feel guilty if you don't mean to do what you shouldn't. And if you do, I'll send you some scary as smidhty dreams to you to tell you that you are wrong!"

Jacquilene picked up a notebook, where the prophecy had appeared. She began to scribble on the page, pointing arrows towards certain arrows and filling in names. "Shy and quiet, that's you, and loud and sweet- ha, that's supposed to be moi; Slytherin heir, from bad families, duh, Lei; werewolf, duh, that's Dez-Dez. Er, that's Mercedez- the son of King Arthur and Gweneviere, obviously, that's Neville. Cedric's Hufflepuff's heir, that sure is obvious. Tell me, that Hermione, she's very smart, isn't she? And she's from a long line of Mugglefied squibs, right? And who could possible

"If Hermione is Ravenclaw's heir, which means Ron is Merlin's, which means I'm a Seer."

"I've got ideas to whom the rest are. Don't ask. It's strictly confidential. Oihm, Padfoot, where's Paws?"

"She's somewhere with Luna."

"You don't leave them in the same room alone. You do know that right?"

"What, not to leave you alone in the same room together because you're just like your fathers? Well, I know that now. You three didn't attempt becoming Animaguses, did you?"

"No, we didn't."

"You're lying."

"No, I am not."

POP! Where Jacquilene was standing, was an auburn stag.

"See, you were lying."

POP! Jacquilene became human again, smiling. "Honestly, my lying ability has gone straight to the toilet this year. Maybe I am turning into Cho."

"Oh, please don't," Cedric spat out his words. "I don't know what I'd do if you, er, started to act like her constantly. I'd go mad."

"We don't need to of her in this world. She's already so annoying that she makes N*F*R good company."

"We are, when we're not so cocky."

"Cocky," a short, rat faced guy appeared behind Ginny and Soleigha. "That's funny. You said you needed me here, Jacqui. What for?"

"We need a good spy; Severus's cover was blown. I was wondering if you, Ferellyckson, and Adolph would be up to becoming faux- Death Eaters for the Order."

"I need to be asked to become a Death Eater. They aren't going to recruit someone who's seen with you or your accomplices."

"That's where your supposed genius is wrong, Polkiss. You will say that you'll be a spy for him- and pass wrong information to him. You'll pass us the right information."

"I'm Muggleborn, stupid. He hates Muggleborns."

"But you and whatever you call Adolph and Ferellyckson would make excellent spies for him."

"What do you mean?"

"You're totally inconspicuous. He wouldn't suspect a thing."

"YOU!"

"Yes, I am me, Piers."

"Scarhead, I didn't think you and this Potter were married."

"We're not. She's my twin. You don't me, I don't like you, and you and Moldy Voldy would be great friends after a while."

"Oh...what does inconspicuous mean?"

"It means unsuspected."

"Oh. Why me?"

"I already told you, stupid. Are you going to do this or not?"

"I guess. What do you need me to do?"

"I need you to approach Malfoy and HIS goons, get them to trust you, and get us information. If they ask you for information on us, slip them some bogus lie."

"Give me an example."

"Okay, the git ask you where Harry lives during breaks, you don't say Privet Drive, Little Whining, Surry. You say....that, er..."

"I get the point. Okay, I'm out. You want me to start this mission at the beginning of the year, right?"

"Right. Goodbye, Piers."

He left the premises, and Ginny just looked shocked.

"Jacquilene, how could you?"

"The question is, 'how could I not have.' Piers, Malcolm and Douglas will make excellent spies for our side. No one at Hogwarts will suspect them, Ginny. I wonder what freaky new powers I have," She poked at the crest on her wrist. "I guess I'm stuck with this for life, to think I really didn't want a tattoo that wasn't removable."