Tale of the New World Twins

Every Scar Tells A Truth

Twins POV

The twins let themselves be led through the school and up the stairs to the nurse's office.

Upon seeing the familiar faces the nurse quickly ran over to the boys and ushered them to a bed.

"Are you okay?" she asked pressing her hand against Mathew's forehead.

"Did you have another panic attack, or did you black out?"

"Mrs. P we're fine. We just had a little accident during flying" Mathew tried to reassure.

"I would hardly call that a 'little accident', Mr. Williams. You two fell from twelve stories." Mrs. Hooch fussed.

"We really are fine" Alfred interjected.

"That's nonsense, I'm sure it's the adrenaline talking, besides do you have any logical explanation for how you possibly could have come out unscathed."

Alfred froze, mind trying to figure out some solution.

Seeing the two ladies waiting for an answer they would not receive, Canada decided to take things into his own hands.

"Ouch" He yelped.

Instantly the two women rushed over to his side.

"I think you were right Mrs. Hooch, now my arm really hurts"

Mathew sent America a wink and Alfred started to play along.

"Actually now that you mention it, mine is a little sore too."

"Go on Mrs. Hooch. You have a class to run, I'll take care of these two" Mrs. Pomfrey directed.

Mrs. Hooch nodded and walked towards the door.

On the way out she shouted back with a sly smile on her face.

"Take good care of new Gryffindor Double's team seekers, alright"

Then with a click of her heels she strolled out, her shoes echoing in the hallways.

Both boys were smiling so wide they thought they would literally disconnect from their faces.

"Congratulation boys, now lift your arms so I can put the dust on it".

Obeying both boys lifted up their arm and pulled down their sleeves reveling two identical scars.

Two lightning shaped scars.

Long ago

The two colonies were splashing aimlessly in the small lake by America's house.

Their guardian, The British Empire, was watching fondly while sipping on a cool glass of whiskey and lounging in his rocking chair.

It was a reasonably cool day as far as summers in America goes.

There was a light breeze coming in from the north and not a single cloud in the sky.

Everything was perfectly quiet and peaceful.

Until the wind suddenly grew sharp.

The small boys were too busy dunking each other in the crystal water to notice the drop in temperature, but England surely did not.

"Boys, out now, hide in the trees. Don't question me just go." he ordered

Being the 'obedient' children they were, they immediately got out and ran up to their older brother to question him.