Hogwarts International

Chapter 2

Bright lights. Bright pink lights.

A name.

Alfred F. Jones.

Is that his name?

A person.

...Brother?

.........Twin?

That person has a name, too.

What is it?

....Matthew......Williams?

What?

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Where?

It's dark.

Pitch black.

Silent.

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Shouldn't he remember more?

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Why can't I remember anything?

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Alfred F. Jones sat against a wall, silent. Matthew Williams sat next to him, equally silent. They stared at the sidewalk, people rushing past, not even sparing a glance at the children.

Neither knew how old they were, although Alfred guessed they were about 10 or 11.

In fact, neither knew much. A few days ago, they woke up in an alley missing the vast majority of their memory. The only things they were allowed to keep were their names and the knowledge that the other was their twin.

They had wandered around for a while, trying to figure out who they were and where they were from. They quickly realized that it would be impossible.

Currently, they were sitting, trying to get memories to come back. Alfred rubbed the inside of his left wrist. He had discovered that he had a scar on the inside of his left wrist that was somehow shaped exactly like a lightning bolt. He had pointed it out to Matthew, who discovered that he had a matching one on his right wrist.

Matthew noticed Alfred rubbing his wrist. He put his hand over Alfred's, causing him to stop and look at his twin. "You're going to make your wrist bleed."

Alfred sighed and looked back down at the sidewalk. They sat in silence for a few minutes.

"So... I think... I had a dream last night," Matthew said, breaking their silence.

Alfred looked up, hopeful. "A memory?"

"I'm not sure," Matthew sighed. "I hardly remember anything."

Alfred looked back down and sighed. "What do you remember?"

"Three colors," Matthew answered. "Blue, red, and green."

Alfred frowned. "That's not much."

Matthew looked down and shook his head. "I know..."

Alfred immediately tried to cheer up his supposed twin. "But, hey, that's more than me. I can't get anything except a pink light."

Before Matthew could respond, two owls landed in front of the twins. A black owl had landed in front of Alfred, a white one in front of Matthew. In their beaks were two envelopes. The twins stared, confused. The birds became impatient and hopped forward, stretching their heads out.