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Empty Eyes - The Potter Twins (chapter one)

“Fleamont?” Euphemia called down to her husband from the stairs. Fleamont looked up to his aging wife, her smiling brighter than she had in years. “What is it, Phemia?” He asked her, a questioning look on his face. Euphemia started to giggle, jumping slightly where she was standing. "I’m pregnant,” She spoke. Fleamont broke into a grin, ran up to her and hugged her, spinning the two of them around. They had been trying for a baby for years, but had given up after it seemed like all hope was lost. It was a miracle.

*+*

“Ma’am, sir, you’re having twins,” Julia, the healer at Saint Mungo’s informed the couple. “Twins?” Euphemia asked, astonished. She looked to her husband and smiled, him smiling back. They were going to have two children, two beautiful children. "Yes, a boy and a girl,” Julia answered. Fleamont and Euphemia bursted out in happy laughter, overjoyed with the news. Everything was looking up for the two of them. They would love their children with their whole hearts and give them the best life they could.

*+*

Euphemia gasped as the healer gave her her children, smiling as a tear slid down her face. The twins had jet black hair and hazel eyes, looking almost exactly alike. “They’re perfect,” Fleamont said from beside his wife. Euphemia handed him the girl, Fleamont’s eyes watering. He loved his children so much, as did his wife. They were beautiful, precious children. “What are their names?” The healer had asked the couple as the held their children in their arms. They have never been happier in their entire lives. “James Fleamont Potter and Jamie Euphemia Potter,” Euphemia whispered.

*+*

Euphemia clutched her coffee in her hands, drinking it silently. There was bags under her eyes as she hadn’t had a full nights sleep in weeks. “How are the-” Fleamont began as he walked in the kitchen, but stopped when Euphemia held up her hand at him, signaling him to shut up. “They are finally asleep, Fleamont. Please, let me drink my fifth cup of coffee in peace,” Euphemia had pleaded. The twins were five months now. Despite the fact that they were always together, they needed constant attention from their parents. It was exhausting. Soon giggling could be heard from the other room, joined in by another voice. Euphemia sighed, starting to get up. “I’ve got it, Phemia,” Fleamont told her before walking into the living room to take care of the twins. The two of them had somehow managed to escape from their cribs, giggling as they played with their toys on the floor. They had gotten on extremely well with one another, and cried constantly when taken away from each other. “You two are going to the biggest troublemakers,” Fleamont sighed.

*+*

It was quiet. Too quiet. “Monty, the kids are quiet,” Euphemia spoke, looking up from the newspaper to her husband. Their eyes met and they sighed in unison. Silence meant trouble, especially with the twins. “James! Be quiet!” Euphemia and Fleamont heard, following the voice. "You be quiet!” “AAAH! I’m gonna get you for that!” The parents found the twins in the upstairs bathroom with soap everywhere. The twins themselves were covered in soap, play fighting. They looked up to their parents and stopped. “We didn’t do it,” They said in unison.

*+*

“Hey mum! Mum!” The twins called, running into the living room. Fleamont had just brought them back from dance lessons, as Jamie wanted to start and refused to go by herself. “Yes, kids?” Euphemia asked, a smile on her face. “Look what Jackie taught us!” They spoke, before starting to waltz. Euphemia watched in awe, clapping when they finished. “That was amazing! When did you two learn to do that?” Euphemia asked, Fleamont leaning against the wall smiling. They had shown him at the studio. “She’s been teaching us for weeks,” Jamie began. “We’ve just perfected it today,”James finished. The twins were smiling, so proud of themselves. “It was beautiful. I didn’t learn to waltz until I was thirteen, and your father didn’t until he was nineteen,” Euphemia told her kids. “Hey! Dancing is difficult, okay!” Fleamont argued, making the kids and Euphemia laugh, Fleamont pouting.

*+*

“What are you two doing?” Euphemia called to her kids as they were on their father’s brooms, tossing a quaffle back and forth. They looked at their mother and flew down as quickly as possible. “How many times do I have to tell you, no flying! You’re eight years old for Merlin’s sake! What would happen if one of you fell?” Euphemia yelled at her kids. “We wouldn’t fall, we’re great at flying!” Jamie argued, but stopped after the look her mother gave her. “Well, I think it’s time we teach them in the very least,” Fleamont spoke from behind her. "Yeah!” The twins chimed in. “No! They’ll get hurt, Fleamont! We can’t just let them endanger themselves like that!” Euphemia shut down. “Euphemia, I wouldn’t suggest it if I didn’t think they could do it. Besides, I’m amazing, they’ll be fine,” Fleamont decided. Euphemia rolled her eyes. “This is where they get their cockiness from, Monty,” Euphemia told him, Fleamont smiling. ��So is that a yes?” The twins asked, Euphemia sighed. “I guess. Be safe, though! And don’t let go of your broom, oh, fly close to the ground, and-” She answered, worrying about the safety of her children. “Phemia, they’ll be fine,” Fleamont told her. “No, we’ll be brilliant,” James said, smiling at Jamie, Jamie smiling back at him.

*+*

“Okay, why are you two laughing like that?” Euphemia asked her children, them smiling back at her. “We didn’t do anything,” They said in unison. Fleamont laughed while Euphemia sighed. “Why don’t I believe that?” She asked, shaking her head. “Because you don’t trust us,” Jamie answered, shrugging. Fleamont started laugh harder when Euphemia face palmed. “Whatever, can we just eat breakfast before I realise whatever the two of you did?” She asked her children, the twins giggling in response. When everyone was sat down, Euphemia reached for the strawberry jam as James started to laugh into his hands. She looked at the label and sighed. “Okay, who changed it from ‘strawberry jam’ to ‘strawberry jamie’?” Euphemia asked, James’ laughter getting louder. “Well if it makes you feel any better, the grape jam now says ‘grape james’.” Fleamont spoke, holding it up as Jamie laughed. “I didn’t know you did that!” James laughed from beside his twin sister. “I had no idea you changed the strawberry jam either,” Jamie admitted, laughing with him. “It’s the twin connection, we’re obviously physic,” James decided, smiling. “Yup, there is no other option than that,” Jamie agreed. Euphemia and Fleamont began to laugh, smiling. They loved their children more than life itself.

*+*

“Oh, Spange! How I love you! I love you with all my heart, with every part of my being!” James declared to the sponge in his hand while him and Jamie were in the kitchen. “James, do you take Spange to be your lawfully wedded wife, in sickness and in health?” “I do!” He spoke proudly. “And Spange, do you take James to be your lawfully wedded husband, in sickness and in health?” Jamie asked. It was silent. Jamie turned to her twin brother and smiled. “You may kiss the bride,” She told him, clapping as James kissed Spange the sponge. Euphemia walked in the kitchen, staring at her son. “What in Merlin’s name are you two doing?” She asked her kids. Jamie turned to her mother as James pulled away from the sponge. “Mum, meet your daughter in law, Spange the sponge. Her and James just got married,” Jamie informed her mother. “What?” Euphemia asked, confused. “I love her!” James yelled. Euphemia stared at them for about thirty seconds in silence. “Its four thirty in the morning, what are you doing awake?” Euphemia asked. “Well I’m officiating his wedding,” Jamie said, gesturing to James and Spange. “Give me that!” Euphemia yelled, taking the sponge away in anger of them disrupting her sleep. They’ve been waking her up a lot lately, doing random things in the middle of the night. “Oh my god, you killed her!” James screamed, reaching out to Spange, Jamie gasping. “How could you! That’s his wife! You’re a monster!” Jamie yelled, going along with her brother. She hugged him as her started to cry, patting his back. Euphemia put the sponge on the counter, turned around and walked away, head in her hands. When she returned to her bed, Fleamont looked up at her. “So what was it this time?” He asked his wife. She shook her head. “Well, Jamie just officiated James’ marriage to Spange the Sponge,” She informed him. Fleamont began to laugh, Euphemia joining him after a few seconds. “As annoying as they are, they are probably the funniest people I’ve ever met,” He said. “Even funnier than me.” “Well, that’s not that hard to accomplish,” Euphemia said, smirking. “Hey! I’m incredibly funny!”

*+*

“Oyi, Spangey!” Jamie called to her brother as she ran down the stairs. “Can you please stop calling me that? I was out of my mind and I hadn’t slept for like a day when that happened,” James asked his sister for the hundredth time. “Yeah, I don’t think so. Anyway, mum’s coming home in about ten minutes, is everything ready?” She asked him. “Oh yeah! Dad’s putting up the last minute decorations right now, here’s your confetti popper,” James said, throwing it to her. She caught it with ease, smiling at James. “This is going to be so much fun,” Jamie said as her father walked into the living room, putting up all the decorations with his wand. There were streamers everywhere, balloons in the corner and a large sign hanging from the walls saying ‘Happy Birthday!’ Jamie grabbed the cake and held it out, waiting for her mother to arrive. When Euphemia walked through the door, it took her a few seconds to process what was going on, then she started to smile. “You did this all for me?” she asked, surprised. “Of course we did, we love you!” James spoke, grinning at his mother. Euphemia’s eyes started to water as she hugged her son. “Hey, I want to hug her, too! Dad, hold this,” Jamie said, giving her dad the birthday cake before she ran up to her mom and hugged her. They were a family that loved each other more than anything. James and Jamie were never apart for more than five minutes unless they were asleep or taking a shower, Euphemia and Fleamont doted on their children, their children returning the favour. It was a house of love, a place that was truly home.

*+* Jamie's P.O.V. *+*

“Jamie! Jamie wake up!” James yelled as he ran down the hallway. I sighed as I layed in bed, knowing what was about to happen. James threw open the door, almost falling as he turned into my room. He kept on running up to my bed and tackled me, screaming. “Jamie! Jaaaaaammmiiiee!” “I was already awake you blimming idiot!” I yelled, shoving him off my bed. This didn’t phase him, though, as he stood back up, a huge smile plastered on his face. “They’re here!” He yelled, waving two letter in the air. I gasped, reaching out to them. “No way! Dude, give me mine!” I said, him handing it to me. “Okay, open them on three?” He asked, and I nodded. “One,” we began, smiling at each other. “Two,” we continued, looking down at the letters. “Three!” we finished, ripping the letters open. I pulled the letter out of the envelope, reading it as quickly as I could so James and I could go to Diagon Alley as quickly as possible.

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. Potter, 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 1 September. We await your owl by no later than 31 July. Yours sincerely, Minerva McGonagall Deputy Headmistress. UNIFORM First-year students will require: 1. Three sets of plain work robes (black) 2. One plain pointed hat (black) for day wear 3. One pair of protective gloves (dragon hide or similar) 4. One winter cloak (black, with silver fastenings) Please note that all pupil's clothes should carry name tags. COURSE BOOKS All students should have a copy of each of the following: The Standard Book of Spells (Grade 1) by Miranda Goshawk A History of Magic by Bathilda Bagshot Magical Theory by Adalbert Waffling A Beginner's Guide to Transfiguration by Emeric Switch One Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi by Phyllida Spore Magical Drafts and Potions by Arsenius Jigger Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them by Newt Scamander The Dark Forces: A Guide to Self-Protection by Quentin Trimble OTHER EQUIPMENT 1 wand 1 cauldron (pewter, standard size 2) 1 set glass or crystal phials 1 telescope 1 set brass scales Students may also bring, if they desire, an owl OR a cat OR a toad. PARENTS ARE REMINDED THAT FIRST YEARS ARE NOT ALLOWED THEIR OWN BROOMSTICKS

“We can’t bring a broomstick?” James and I yelled at the same time. “That is so unfair!” “I thought I told you two to wait for us when you get your Hogwarts letters?” Dad asked from my doorway. “We couldn’t wait,” James said, smiling at our dad. I rolled my eyes. “We?” I asked him. “I couldn’t wait,” James corrected himself. Dad began to laugh, mum walking up behind him. “Did they open them already?” She asked. Of course she knew we would do that, she is our mother after all. “Apparently it’s James’ fault. Either way, what’s the consensus? When do we want to leave for Diagon Alley?” Dad asked her. “Once our children realise they shouldn’t go out in public looking like they escaped from a muggle zoo, that’s when,” mum said. James and I looked at each other before we got up and ran to the nearest bathroom. “Ha! I got here first! Go downstairs, loser!” I yelled at him, him frowning. He turned around and walked away, giving me the middle finger. "Hey! James, don’t do that!” Mum yelled, smacking him in the head. I laughed at him and began to get ready. I brushed my teeth and took a shower. I went to my room, brushed my hair and got dressed. I ran out of my room to see James doing the same. We looked at each other and laughed. We always were so in sync. I guess it’s a twin thing. “Ready?” Dad asked from the end of the hallway. James and I looked up to him and smiled. “We always are.”

“The bookstore is so dumb,” James said. I looked at him, deeply offended. “Excuse you! The bookstore is amazing. You just haven’t found what kind of books you like yet. Besides, the bookstore doesn’t sell just books, have you ever seen the music section?” I asked him, gesturing to where we were at. One of the main reasons I loved the bookstore is because it has a lot of music related things as well. It doesn’t sell any instruments or anything like that, but it does have some records and sheet music, as long as books about many instruments and how to play them. I had really gotten into music when I was about five, when I first started dancing lessons with James. Mum and Dad bought me a little toy piano right before I turned six, but after a week and a half, I demanded a keyboard (It was my birthday) and on my tenth birthday, I got a drum set. My parents really regretted that because I played my drums for weeks straight for a while, as James fricked around in the background. He like to rap random stuff when I play, which is actually kind of funny. I only just started to make my own music a few months ago, and to be completely honest, it’s not that good. But practice makes perfect, right? James likes it, but he likes anything I do. He’s pretty biased. “Wait, there’s a music section? Of course you would know that. Do they sell music?” He asked. I rolled my eyes. “Yes, James, they sell music. Mostly that boring stuff mum and dad listen to, but yeah. Anyway, did you get our books?” I asked him, crouching down to look at the books on the lowest shelf. “Nah, I got dad to do it. I wanted to see what you were doing,” James told me. “Oh, just the usual, doing my music thing. Maybe you could become my dancer when I become famous,” I told him, looking up from the books and to his eyes, a smirk on my lips. “Oh Jamie, I’ll be too busy singing lead vocals. I can see it now. The Potter Twins. That’s what we’ll call us, we’ll take over the music industry,” James decided. “Or we could do J and J,” I suggested. “What about Jame? You know, because we both have Jame in our name. Jame-s, Jam-ie,” “Nah, people would start calling us Jam,” I shot down. “Okay, what about Double JP? Our initials,” James clarified. “How about we work on this when we actually have a band,” I smiled, James shrugging. Dad walked up to us, large amounts of books in his hand. “Can someone grab some before I drop them all?” He asked, books almost falling out of his hands. James and I reached over and grabbed five each. “Why didn’t you get a bag?” I asked him, seriously questioning his actions. “Your mother has a bag, I didn’t think we should put bags in a bag, that would be too many bags,” He said. “Now, however, I realise my mistake.” We walked out to mum, gave her the books as she put them all in two large bags and into a cart thing. We walked over to Madam Malkin’s robes to get our uniforms. She looked at the two of us and smiled. “Hogwarts kids?” She asked, our mum nodding. The hardest part of getting your robes fitted is sitting still the entire time. James and I kept telling each other jokes trying to make the other laugh, I would like to say that I won. We got our phials, scale, telescope and cauldron, and last was our wands. Dad told us to save the best for last, but I’m pretty sure it’s because he knew we would just be messing around with them the whole time if we had them while we were supposed to be doing other stuff. We walked into Ollivander’s, looking around when an old man showed up. He had crazy hair and honestly looked a little shifty. He must be Ollivander. “Ah, 10 and three quarter inches, cypress wood with a unicorn core, yes?” Ollivander asked my mom. She smiled and nodded. “These are our kids, James and Jamie, they’re here to buy a wand,” She said, gesturing to us. We looked up to Ollivander and smiled. “Ah, shall we get the boy’s first?” He asked, although I don’t really think it was a question. His measuring tape thing began to measure James, and when Ollivander was satisfied, he handed James a wand. “Nine and a half inches, Vine with a dragon heartstring core.” When James grabbed the wand and flicked, the papers around us went everywhere, Ollivander taking the wand from him away immediately. “No bother, no bother. The wand chooses the wizard, and this is just not your wand. We’ll find it, though, yes we will,” Ollivander mumbled, although I think mostly to himself. Dad said he believes he treats every child like a challenge and he’s determined to beat every one of them. The challenges, not the children. James, however, was actually a tad upset. I guess he thought he would get it right away. “Twelve inches, Chestnut with a Unicorn core,” Ollivander presented, although that one didn’t work out either. James looked almost defeated. He was probably doubting himself. “Okay, I think this one would work. Eleven inches, Mahogany wood with a phoenix core,” Ollivander decided, giving it to James. James smiled when he held it, making a swishing motion with red sparks shooting out the end. “Aha! This, Mister Potter, is your wand!” Ollivander then walked over to me, his measuring tape thing measuring my body. When it was done, he handed me a wand. “This one is ten and a quarter inches, yew wood with a dragon heartstring,” He handed me the wand, and when I swished it, every object in my general vicinity moved. Ollivander took the wand and began to search for another, when I turned to James. “Maybe the reason why my first one didn’t work was because our twin-y-ness just wanted to make you feel better,” I joked. James rolled his eyes, but Ollivander looked over to us and mumbled something. He grabbed a box from the shelf and handed me wand from inside. “Eleven and quarter inches, Holly wood and a Phoenix core,” Ollivander said, giving me a strange look. When he handed it to me, a strange warmth filled my fingers and I gave the wand a good flick. Red sparks went everywhere, just like it did with James. I smiled up at him, then looked back to Ollivander. “Peculiar. Holly and phoenix don’t usually mix well together. You are going to be one extraordinary witch, Miss Potter. Yet, what I find most peculiar about your wand, is that the phoenix that gave it’s feather for your wand, also gave another feather for another wand. That wand is currently being owned by your brother,” Ollivander spoke, looking between James and I. “What does that mean?” I asked him, confused. “Ah, well, it means you and your brother have twin cores.”

“I can’t believe we have twin cores,” I spoke aloud as James, Mum, Dad and I walked inside. “It’s like a paradox.” “We’re just so twinny, that everything about us becomes twinny as well,” James agreed. “We’ll change the world, make it more twinny just by our presence,” I commented, mum and dad laughing. “Well when you do that, owl us,” mum said. I rolled my eyes. “Please, you’ll be with us when it happens,” I spoke, James nodding. “Yeah, you can listen to Jamie play the piano while we take over the music industry too,” James said sarcastically. I narrowed my eyes. “Why did you say it like that?” I asked him, walking toward him. “Well, uuh, don’t you think the piano is kinda, I don’t know, wimpy?” James said, unsure of himself. “Oh, I’ll show you wimpy!” I said, running at him. “MERLIN!” James yelled, trying to run away from me. I tackled him to the ground and held him down. “SAY THE PIANO IS COOL!” I demanded. James grabbed my arm and flipped me over, laughing. “NEVER!” He yelled, getting up and running away. I got up and chased after him. “Oh, I am so going to get you for that!” I screamed, following him. “Our children are crazy,” I heard my mom say as I ran away, a smirk on my face.

September first came by quickly. Before I knew it, I had packed my bags and was walking into Kings Cross station with James and our parents. James and I had brought our owl, Owlivia, that we got for our eleventh birthday. She’s white and brown and honestly the sweetest thing. James and I pushed our trolleys looking for platforms nine and ten. Apparently if you walk into the wall in between them, you get to platform nine and three quarters. I still think mum and dad might just be messing with us though. “Aya! Here she is,” Dad said, staring at a wall. “Come on, time to go through.” He turned to James and I and smiled. My brother and I looked at each other, silently asking the other if we should trust him. I nodded and held out my hand, him grabbing it. “Are you ready?” I asked him. “Always am,” He answered, his eyes shining.

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The Secret Life Of Lily Evans - Lily’s Secret (chapter one)

Hey! So just a fun fact, this story contains the usage of marijuana (gasp) so that’s a warning. Prepare thyself, fiends. I don’t know why I said that but I’m leaving it.

Lily Evans, the girl everyone adored. She had good grades, was the top of the class in Potions, History of Magic, Ancient Runes and Herbology, close by second and third in her other classes. She was top of her year overall and a Prefect, no one doubted she would be Head Girl next year. Everyone had known her as the good girl, she was always following the rules. Her only flaw was her overwhelming emotions toward the Marauders, one boy specifically; James Potter. She claims that overwhelming emotion is hatred, although her closest friends would know that hatred has very much turned into something else, though what it was they couldn’t explain. She was the good girl. But Lily Evans had a secret, a secret James or the other Marauders had no clue of. A secret if revealed, it would change everyone’s opinion of her. Lily Evans smoked weed. Oh, I know what you’re thinking, no way, not in any universe could Lily Evans smoke weed, inhale the burning cannabis, hit that blunt, do the devil’s lettuce. But that’s just what Lily Evans wants you to think, and Lily Evans gets what she wants. She makes sure of that. She was the silent queen within the fellow stoners of Hogwarts. Most of everyone with their wits about them knew who they were, Alice Fortescue, Frank Longbottom, the Prewett twins, Stacey Waterman, Julia Max, Trevor Kent, Pandora Fawley, and a lot of Hufflepuffs. Stacy and Trevor were Ravenclaws while Julia was the only Slytherin of the bunch. Although, if you asked the right person, you’d know that there was a small group of Slytherins who had hid from the main group of stoners and made their own group, just for themselves. Julia, however, had an ex boyfriend in their Secluded Six. They used to be the Secluded Seven until Julia left, making the name not fit anymore. The only people who were so far out of the loop just so happened to be the most popular boys in school, Sirius Black and the boy who chased Lily Evans for her heart, James Potter. The boys were, evidently, against marijuana usage, believing it to be a drug of evil. James’ mother really was all about the whole ‘drugs are bad’ and ‘say no to drugs’ thing to James, and he took his mother’s word as gospel. Sirius, too, believed it, although not to the extent of James. They always had the oldest bit of information on anything “drug” related, believing it to be the hottest gossip. Peter just blindly followed their opinions on it while Remus seemed very unopinionated. Lily Evans was practically the leader in the small group of stoners, only those who she wished to know had known, but none had known about her other than those who smoked with her. She hid that secret with her life, not even her family had known. And that’s why Lily Evans was in a room full of smoke, with teenagers smoking weed. She too, smoked weed. “Hey Lils,” Alice called to her from her right. Lily turned to her, Alice holding up a joint. Lily took it with a smile, putting the joint to her lips. She inhaled, the smoke burning slightly, but she was used to it. Lily blew the smoke into the center of the circle of students. They were in a small enclosed room this time, like most days. It was perfect for hotboxing. Although there was a major downside, everyone smelled like pot. Thank Merlin for scourgify, or else none of them would be able to make it through these halls without someone noticing the smell. They’d all be expelled. She was walking down the hallway when a familiar voice rang out. “Snog me, Evans?” James Potter was there, leaning against a wall with his three friends behind him. He always seemed to know where she was at, although he surprisingly hadn’t caught her smoking yet. She thanked the Room of Requirement from somehow concealing her and her those she smoked with from the people who she didn’t desire knowing. It was the fact that she was still high that made it so she didn’t just hex him right then and there. Instead she sighed and kept on walking, ignoring the boy. This didn’t appear to satisfy him as he leaned away from the wall and took a step toward her. “Hey! Evans!” He called, but Remus Lupin was there to put a hand on his shoulder, stopping him from chasing after her. “Let her go, mate,” Remus was simple and to the point, and yet James obliged. Lily kept moving through the castle to get to her next class. Some people think it’s bad to go to class high, Lily Evans thought it was the only reason she had good grades.

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