Black Aeon

Chapter one

Let It Be Made Right

"Girl! Boy! Get out of bed now!" Two pairs of bright green eyes snapped open and darted around the room, before one of the pairs shut again. Harry sighed as he sat up, rubbing his neck and reaching for his glasses.

Wylow, wake up! Her reply was a muffled groan from deep within a cocoon of blanket.

Sod off Potter, a girl needs her beauty sleep...

And you need as much of that as you can get.

Bastard brother... Wylow opened her eyes, and reached for her little, strangely shaped glasses, not being able to face putting in contact lenses. She glared at her twin. "You, Harry James Potter, are horrible." Harry grinned, and rubbed the lenses of his glasses.

"I know. But still, come on; Aunt Petunia wants us."

"Ah yes, Aunt 'Petty' wonderful. How on earth I managed to end up living with Muggles is quite beyond me..." She sat up, and pulled her unruly hair out of the pony tail she put her hair in before sleep, and then grinned back.

"Shall we?" Her twin nodded as he replied.

"I think we shall." Together, Wylow and Harry Potter marched downstairs to face the Dursleys.

*

The first thing Uncle Vernon said when he saw them was:

"They need hair cuts." In response, Wylow rolled her eyes. Uncle Vernon would say this at least once a week, so it was totally irrelevant to her mind that he had spoken. Dudley was looking at her with his stupid piggish face screwed up as though wondering where she had come from, even though she had been living at number 4 Privet Drive since she was thirteen. And, to make the morning even more exciting and spontaneous - not-, Aunt Petunia was sipping her usual cup of black coffee through pursed lips. Wylow reached out her mind to her twins. Looks like El Pigo ate breakfast for us, Russia, Afghanistan and Africa, not to mention jolly old Britain and his family. She watched out of the corner of her eye as Harry's lips twitched as he attempted not to smile. Ahh, such is life. Shall we salvage our meagre scraps, O Divine sister?

If we are to survive in this life, we must indeed, O Wondrous brother. Dudley's whining voice broke through their train of thought. "Mum, they're doing it again. I want more bacon."

"Wylow, give Dudders more bacon." Wylow raised her eyebrows, a mock offended look on her face.

"You really want me to feed him his own species? You can't feed pigs on pig! It's too cruel!" Aunt Petunia's eyes narrowed.

"Do it now." As Harry sat down, smirking, Wylow fetched the pan from the stove. Placing it in front of her cousin, she sat beside her brother, once more speaking to him telepathically.

How can he eat so much and not explode? It cannot be physically possible!

Maybe he's like a cow?

He is fast becoming all the grossly fat farm yard animals. How is he like a cow?

Four stomachs.

Well, he's certainly big enough... Harry snorted into his orange juice, earning a glare from his Uncle and Aunt.

Wylow! Stop it! You'll get us into trouble. Again. Wylow looked at him in an innocent way that proclaimed her guilt on the matter.

When did I ever get us into trouble?

Do you want the list at random, or chronologically? While they were speaking, Uncle Vernon growled to his wife. "Both stark raving mad if you ask me. They sit for hours, doing nothing but sit and either look at each other, or do absolutely nothing." He coughed loudly, getting the twins attention. "When you are at the table, you are not to do any of that... mind stuff," he said sternly. "It's very rude." In reply, Wylow smiled.

"So, as long as we don't use telepathy," she pronounced the word slowly and carefully, as though Aunt Petunia were stupid, "We may speak how we wish?" Confused, Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia nodded. Wylow turned to Harry, an evil glint in her eye, and hissed in rather stumbled over Parseltongue.

"You know, they are rather stupid, aren't they?" Harry smiled indulgently, corrected her pronunciation, and then replied himself.

"Very. Have you finished your Transfiguration essay?"

"Yes. Arielle made her owl peck me until I was done. It was not the nicest thing that has ever happened to me." She showed him her hand, which was covered in little scratches. Harry hissed sympathetically, and then his voice took on a wheedling tone.

"Can I copy your essay?" Wylow groaned, and nodded. Harry then noticed that Dudley's eyes were practically falling out of their sockets and rolling down his face. He nudged Wylow, and smiled sweetly. Wylow smiled as well, and spoke in a gentle, condescending tone. "Yes, oh cousin of mine?"

"Is there something you need? Toast? Coffee? Rack of lamb?" Wylow's smile twitched as he spoke, but she kept her face identical to his. This little act of theirs, in which they also stopped blinking, almost always succeeded in scaring people. Including Dudley? Especially Dudley.

"Mum, they're doing it again; make them stop." In unison, Harry and Wylow turned to their Aunt, grinned, and went back to their breakfasts. The thirtieth of July had begun.

*

"Harry, Harry, wake up." Wylow shook her brother's shoulder gently, kneeling beside his bed. Slowly he opened his eyes, and looked at her fuzzily. She smiled. "Happy Birthday Harry." A smile spread over the now seventeen year old boy's face.

"Happy Birthday 'Ganie." Wylow pulled a face. Harry was the only person that she would let use her real name; Morgan. And he had given her a pet name from that name. So when he was being affectionate, he would call her 'Ganie. He patted the bed beside him sleepily, and, with a grin, Wylow hopped up beside him, and let him wrap his arms around her, snuggling into his warm sleepiness.

Go back to sleep 'Ganie; it's two in the morning.

But we're seventeen Harry! We can do magic legally now!

We'll do magic legally at a more respectable hour. Please, sleep now. My bed's comfier then yours; you can sleep here. But he needn't have tried to persuade her; she was already sleeping. A small smile playing on his lips, Harry let sleep claim him once more, the soft fruity smell of his baby sisters hair surrounding him.

*

Cool air surrounded them, as they stood in an open field. A woman was before them, her dark read hair blowing around her as though in a gentle wind, the golden coronet glittering between the curls. She smiled at them, and opened her arms, green eyes laughing. But all they wanted was their twin, who was still dreaming peacefully, their warm breath tickling their ear.

"I've been waiting for you." The woman's voice echoed as though she were standing a long way away. "And I will be waiting for you. Return to your sibling; we will see each other again in all due course. Fair well, my love."

*

"Oh my god! I knew that there was something going on with you two! You're freaks!" The voice was definitely annoying, and incredibly familiar. Why did she have to have such an annoying, nosy cousin? Why? Wylow opened her eyes, a snarl on her face. She slowly raised herself on her arms, her hair sweeping over the pillow and wrapping itself around her neck like a thick, black snake. Dudley was looking at them, his eyes popping out in a disgusting, leering way. She reached for her wand, which she kept by her side at all times. Her cousin scoffed, as she rose from the bed and Harry woke up blearily.

"You can't scare me with that; you're not allowed to do magic outside school. We know that now, so don't even bother." Wylow smiled viciously, twirling her wand between her fingers.

"Well, you see Dudders, that used to be true, I'll admit. But there is one little thing you've overlooked." She grinned; her green wolfs eyes glinting wickedly. "We're seventeen now. Get out of here, unless you want to be dancing for the rest of the day." She levelled her wand at the fat boy, who fled as fast as his legs would allow him to. A hand rested on her shoulder, and she turned to look up at her brother. He sighed.

"'Ganie, you're going to have to learn to control your temper; it could get us in serious, not to mention dangerous, trouble." Wylow pouted, and folded her arms. "Spoil my fun..." Harry smiled, picked up one of her many hair brushes, and began helping her to tame her mad curls.

"Harry! We have letters!" Wylow burst into the garden, grinning madly and waving the letters above her head. Her brother looked up from where he had been lying on the grass, blinking as his eyes adjusted to the sunlight after having had them closed for so long.

"Who from?"

"Well, from Weasley and company. They want us to go and stay with them. Oh, and Weasley has sent you a separate little note." Laughing, she turned and fled into the house at the speed of light, her twin tearing after her.

"Give me that letter wench!"

"Never!" she darted into Dudley's computer room and shut the door, giggling evilly. Unfortunately, Dudley also happened to be in the room and his grunt of indignation and surprise that a Potter was in his room lead to further conviction of Wylow's belief that Aunt Petunia had mistaken a pig for Uncle Vernon one foul, perverse night.

You know what Harry? We should really buy Dinky Diddums a trough for his next birthday. She felt her twin grin.

Good idea 'Ganie. Wooden, or metal?

Metal; he'd probably eat the wood. She knew her twin was using their mind connection to track her, but she didn't really care. She hurriedly hid his letter under a large bar of chocolate, just as Harry burst in, demanding;

"Alright, where is it?" Wylow smiled her I'm- As- Guilty- As- Hell smile.

"What are you talking about Harry?"

"My letter."

"I have no such letter! Ask Dudley!" Harry turned to their cousin.

"Did she hide a letter in here?" Wylow glared as stupid Dudley lifted up the chocolate to reveal the letter.

"Dudders, you are no fun." Harry snatched up the letter, and together they raced out of the room.

*

Wylow was dancing about the room, pretending to play her guitar.

"Off to the Burrow! Off to the Burrow!" Harry laughed as she sang at the top of her voice. He picked up one of his tee shirts, while inquiring in a rather bored voice;

"Why do you like it there so much?"

"Simple." The twins grinned, and spoke in unison. "No Dursleys!" Wylow flew to her trunk, kicked the lid open, and began to throw clothes, books, parchment and quills into it haphazardly. Harry shook his head at his messy twin, and began to carefully fold his clothes, and put them into his trunk, sorting out where they and his school equipment went. Wylow shook her head.

"Time waster! My way is easier!"

"And messier, and lazier, and-"

"Ahh, shut your mouth!" She picked up one of her many huge bags and began to stuff her rolls of homework essays into it. Harry listened as his twin continued to sing in her mind.

Off to the Burrow, Away from Hell, we'll drown out our sorrow, all is well!

You know, if you insist on talking to yourself people will think you're mad.

And your point is?

None what so ever, O mad one.

Same applies to you bruva.

Me? I'm not mad, I'm-

Just eccentric. I know. They pulled faces at each other, and then began to laugh. The end of this summer would be fun.

Harry and Wylow were fraternal twins, but only because she was a girl, and he was a boy. They had the same big green eyes, though Wylow's had a wolfish look about them that made her seem dangerous, the same unruly jet black hair, bad eye sight, and they were both 'vertically challenged.' But there were differences, and a few of those subtle changes in Wylow's genetic make up had lead to her being put into Slytherin rather then Gryffindor. Harry's scar stood out as the greatest difference, because Wylow didn't have one of those strange, lightning bolt shaped blemishes. Remus had long ago covered her scar with a spell, though it would wear off eventually. But there was a serious difference between them; when it came to pranking, or answering back, Harry knew when to stop; Wylow didn't. Some times, it was a very bad thing.

"You know, Miss Lupin, I don't really think that you possess the Inner eye. You seem very closed off, if you can't see that the shape in this cup is indeed an eye; the sign of a false friend."

"You know, Professor Trelawney, I really don't think I care. I advise you go and find some one who really does have the Inner eye, as you insist on calling it, and checking out your facts; it's a bloody lemon. Like the one you have stuffed up your arse."

But despite their differences, Harry and Wylow loved each other in an almost desperate way, clinging to each other as though they were about to be ripped apart. They were the only thing that they each had of their parents, and would rather kill or be killed then be separated.

*

Uncle Vernon's fingers gripped the arm of his chair tighter. He glared at Harry, purposefully, and obviously, ignoring Wylow.

"Where are they boy?" Uncle Vernon often refused to acknowledge Wylow's existence. Not that she gave a rat's arse. Harry shrugged replying flatly.

"I don't know." Wylow, making sure she was just loud enough for ever one to hear her, muttered, "Dudley probably ate them..." Harry stifled a grin, and raised his eyebrows.

What have I told you about your mouth and it getting the two of us into trouble?

Yeah yeah, you know you love me really.

That is beside the point. You know that these people-

- Didn't want me in the first place, and resent my very existence. Yes I know. It wasn't as though she cared what they thought, now was it?

You're too bloody smart for your own good.

Aha.

What do you mean 'Aha'? That doesn't help me.

You'll see.

Ah.

Are you guessing?

Unfortunately, yes.

You should be used to it by now; you have known me in a roundabout way since we were eleven.

I repeat what I said before; unfortunately, yes. Wylow raised an eyebrow, refusing to reply. There was a crashing sound from the chimney, and Wylow immediately leapt up from her seat, grinning, as Fred Weasley staggered out of the fire place, coughing slightly and pulling faces.

"Never, EVER travel by Floo powder once you can Apparate. That is my great wisdom for you two. Hi, by the way." Wylow threw herself at him, screaming.

"Oh my god, it's a normal human being! thank the bloody lord!" Fred dodged quickly to the side, and Wylow found herself with her arms around a rather surprised looking George. Oh well, I don't really care.

"Hi George."

"Um... Hi?" Behind them, Wylow could hear Fred and Harry silently dying of laughter. George looked over her head, and wrinkled his nose at them.

"Hi Harry."

"Hi... hi Ge... George hahahhaa!" George looked down at Wylow, and they both rolled their eyes at how immature their twins were. Wylow released George and, jumping over to Fred, kissed him on the cheek before he could stop her. She grabbed one of the handles of her trunk, and blew a kiss to the Dursleys.

"Bye. See you... oh, see you never! Whoo hoo! My last summer here! Everybody party!" and, leaving her twin and the Weasley twins behind her, all of them laughing at the looks on her Uncle, Aunt and cousins faces, Wylow stepped into the fire place where a green fire was raging, and shouted "The Burrow!" Unfortunately, she had forgotten, as usual, to take off her glasses.

Wylow stumbled through the fire place, muttering evilly and pulling her shattered glasses off of her nose. She pulled out her wand, and tapped the spectacles sharply. "Reparo." She grinned at the Weasley clan. "I will never remember to take those off. Hi every one. Mrs. Weasley, Mr. W, how are you?" Arthur Weasley chuckled as she saluted them with two fingers.

"We're very well thank you Wylow."

"That's god. Hi Weasley, Weasley- ette." Ron Weasley and Ginny Weasley grinned; they didn't mind her calling them names like that, because they knew she wasn't doing it viciously. Weasley replied in kind.

"Hi Potter." Weasley- ette pushed her brother gently, and grinned at Wylow.

"Hi Wyl'." Wylow looked at the fire place, and counted out loud. "Three, two, one..." As if it had been rehearsed- though it hadn't-, Harry fell out of the fire place and landed flat on his face. The entire room burst into laughter. Wylow grinned, and bowed.

"Thank you, thank you." Harry sat up, muttering.

"It would be nice if you helped me up you know."

"Now why would we want to do that?"

"Because I am either a brother or friend to every person in this room?"

"What's your point?" Weasley stepped forward, and picked up one side of Wylow's trunk. He immediately dropped it.

"Bloody Hell that weighs a lot!"

"Ronald Weasley! Watch your language."

"Sorry Mum. What have you got in there, weapons?"

"How did you know?" It was obvious by the way he laughed that he thought she was joking. Wylow raised an eyebrow. "Will you make sure my crossbow isn't loaded? I would so hate for it to suddenly fire and shoot into your leg." The redhead visibly paled as he realized that she was serious. Oh I am so evil, she thought snidely. "Oh, no, wait, I remember now; I made sure it wasn't loaded before I packed it. My bad." She watched as Harry exchanged looks with the Weasley twins, then the four of them grinned. Fred grabbed Wylow's trunk off of Weasley, and George grabbed Harry's.

"We'll help them with their stuff. Don't you worry about a thing Ronniekins." Sniggering, Wylow followed the twins out of the room, closely followed by Harry.

So, how are you two doing then? How's the joke shop coming along?

Oh, you know. Same old same old, right Fred?

Yeah. Though we wouldn't have gotten this far if it hadn't been for Harry here. Thanks to him, we're a success.

You would have been fine without me really.

False modesty doesn't suit you Harry, don't bother.

Oh alright then. You two owe me every thing, and I expect fifty percent of all profits.

Bastard. You will have nothing if not ten percent!

How dare you try to steal our money?! Typical rich people; always after the money of us honest poor folk.

You two? Honest? Oh look, a pig flew past the window. By some odd coincidence, Weasley's stupid little owl, Pigwidgeon, chose to fly by the window that they were passing. The three boys looked at Wylow, who tossed her hair.

That doesn't count.

Sure it doesn't.

Shut up Harry. They reached Weasley- ette's room, and Wylow left the three to go to which ever room Harry was staying in. The only real reason that she called Fred and George by their first name rather then their surname, was that she had made friends with them in her first year, when she had caught them using Droobles Best Blowing Bubble Gum to block up the Slytherin common room entrance, and she had helped them by showing them the correct entrance, rather then the portrait that they were trying to make open. Also, it would be very confusing to call Harry's friend Weasley, and the twins. With a secret grin, she threw herself onto the make shift bed that stood beside the Weasley- ette's bed. This end of summer was going to be better then expected.

*

"Wylow! Dinner time!" Within a moment, a raven haired streak had thrown herself onto the banister railing, and was sliding downward like greased lightning. She landed delicately on her feet, and raced into the kitchen. She froze.

"... Mussy?" Her former guardian rose, and smiled, opening his arms. Wylow ran across the room, and threw herself into his arms, sobbing with joy. She had not seen him since she was thirteen, after the Ministry had forbidden them to see one another until Wylow was deemed to be an adult. Remus kissed her hair gently, holding her tightly.

"Ma petite loup chérie... ma petite l'une." Having not spoken French with any one for four years, Wylow took a moment to be able to reply.

"Je tu ai manqué Remus." I have missed you Remus. He smiled at her, wiping tears off of her cheeks. She smiled back. "Papa loup..."

"Ah, now, I will not allow you to call me that, Ulvli." Wylow wrinkled her nose.

"Spoil my fun." He rolled his eyes, and squeezed her tightly. Mrs. Weasley wiped her eyes, smiling.

"Now... We must have dinner. Please be seated." Wylow immediately sat beside Remus, still clasping his hand tightly. Harry walked in with Ron, and a smile spread over his features as he saw his sister and the man who had raised her sitting side by side. Weasley- ette bounced into the room behind them, her brilliantly red hair swinging about her shoulders. Wylow grinned.

"Ginny- bean! You shall sit beside me, shall you not?" the redhead grinned, and swept a curtsey.

"Indeed I shall, Wylow- tree." She seated herself beside the small dark haired fiend, who smiled at her.

"Ah, we ever were friends."

"Aye, from your third year onward, when you became more amiable." She didn't get a reply from the seventeen year- old, only a spoonful of peas tipped down the back of her neck.

~

Harry watched as his sister and Ginny threw spoonfuls of peas at one another and laughed madly when ever they hit or were hit. He grinned at Ron, who was watching along side him. The redhead shook his head, his voice sad.

"Both of our younger sisters are batty."

"Completely. Though, 'Ganie does have a reason to be insane at the moment; she's just got her 'father' back." And though he felt that it was a good thing, and was glad for Wylow, he couldn't help feeling jealous; she had got her godfather back. He hadn't. Sirius was still on the run somewhere, and hadn't been heard of for almost two years other then by letters, and they were short, cryptic letters. It wasn't a nice feeling to be resentful of ones sister.