Phelps and the twins(HP)

The day before we met him

It started out as a normal day. My brother and I were in our room in the lake. Okay, our cell, more like.

We were discussing our plans and looking over our stock for this year's pranks. His name is Eathan and I'm Ezra, and while he's stubborn and crazy, I happen to be our mastermind. (And obviously his other self... it's a twin thing.) Our real father is Fawkes, the phoenix, but since our mom died when we were two years old, Hagrid's friend Phelps has had us until recently. We were read potion books and shown what the ingredients looked like, how to collect the ingredients, and what plants to stay away from the most. We studied creatures too, of course. Phelps had all kinds of creatures all over his place,and some were much more friendly than others. It was fun while it lasted, but now the ministry is hunting half-breeds like us.

Now that we are eleven, and we must live in secret at Hogwart's. We're special and different. Well, the kind of different that the ministry wants our fate to match Buckbeak's. You see, Buckbeak, is a hippogriff who was suppose to be executed, but he got away somehow. Apparently, we won't and our chances are even more slim than his. Unlike my brother who says it's absurd for me to blame one family or one guy for trying to kill Buckbeak, but I already don't like the Malfoys, even though I haven't even met them.

Eathan and I snuck into the castle last night and saw the new list of the new students' names. We saw a Malfoy, another Weasley, and a Potter.(As well as a bunch of others, of course). We spoke about whether the Malfoys were actually bad or not. Well, I spoke and he wrote.

Right as I was about to shout, out of frustration, part of our pranking plans at Eathan, our godmother, the Headmistress Minerva, showed up. You can imagine our faces.

"Well, tonight at ten, you will have lessons with Professor Longbottom." Minerva informed us. We shook our heads yes to show we understood. Then she left my birth mother's watch on our night stand and left.

I asked Eathan if he believes that a retired deatheater killed our mother. I never fully wrapped my mind around it, or fully understood it either. We were two, and alone with mother. I remember her voice, her face. Nothing else, really, which makes me mad at myself, and then I try really really hard to remember. Then Eathan and I give ourselves headaches.

In response Eathan shrugs to asked me why not?

Then I get mad enough to send my patronous to Hagrid asking him with a letter in a container if he believes it too. Then I begin my rant to Eathan. Of What evidence is there? Why is there no record of it? Why didn't he or she get put away to Azcaban?! My brother just rolls his eyes.

I tripped on a rock while pacing and got part of my wings wet. In our wall of water that is part of the lake. I was immediately transferred to Hagrid who applied unicorn hair and some medicine spray to it. I got the fiery or feathery wings and Eathan got no voice and healing tears from Fawkes. Before I leave Hagrid's, I remember something just to forget it almost immediately, I then had some rock cakes and was sent back to the lake and my fireproof bed for rest.

Refusing to wake till eight and that's when Eathan and I sent out to set up part one of our pranks for tomorrow. Before returning at quarter till to meet out godmother and taken to class. Before bed I made sure to remember to nick some more supplies from the man with the drawer and the cat. I named him Oliver and Oliver's cat.

Oliver's cat is weird and refuses to play with the mice I make from Teacups. Oliver never seems to notice when I nick supplies but when Eathan does it he returns a lock on the front. Which I tell him gives him more magic practice. Which, I know he doesn't like to hear.

Then we ask if we can have Madam H assist us with our flying which, is when she mumbles about how we should be on a team and something about a Grifindoor when we fly. We're the perfect duo? Wonder if it's because we think almost exactly the same. Difference is he's the other kind of master mind.