The Dynamic Duo
written by Hayley Solace
What if Fred didn't die in the battle of Hogwarts? What if he had twin daughters and two other boys? How would they turn out? What about Hogwarts? This is Kellie and Brie's story, including overprotective big brothers and living up to their dad and uncle's pranks. This is going to be a fun year for them.....(I don't own Harry Potter, all rights go to J.K Rowling.)
Last Updated
05/31/21
Chapters
4
Reads
477
First Day, and Genevieve
Chapter 3
Brie's P.O.V
I woke up to the sound of owls chirping outside. I sat up quickly, remembering where I was. I shook my sister, desperately trying to wake her. "I........love.......you....too.........Eth-Ethan...." she mumbled in her sleep, and a light bulb went off. Blackmail! My train of thought was soon interrupted by footsteps. "Hello!" A voice said from behind me. I turned around to see a African American girl, with pink ombre glasses. Her Afro was cute! "Hi! My name is Brie! This is my twin, Kellie." I said, gesturing to my still sleeping twin. Kellie's red hair that was normally fixed was all tousled and ragged. Grasping my attention, the African American girl said, "My name is Genevieve. Nice to meet you. I'm in Gryffindor, which is a surprise...." she trailed off, and my head jerked her way. "Why?" I asked curiously. Seeing the pained expression on her face, I apologized, but she said, "It's okay. I'm from a pure blood family....and I was supposed to be in Slytherin..." she said. "Supposed to be?" I asked gently. She teared up, and said quietly, "My mum threatened me that if I didn't get in Slytherin, I would be a very sore girl...." I was shocked. "Threatened you? A sore girl? That is absolutely horrible!" I exclaimed and she nodded. "Me and Kellie are here for you anytime you need to talk, Genevieve." I said, hugging her. "Just be prepared for the howler.." she chuckled, drying her tears. My sister started to stir, and when she woke, I explained everything to her. "Wow.." she said quietly. "Yeah..I couldn't imagine Mummy doing something like that to us..." The three of us walked into the Great Hall laughing. We had just told Genevieve about our prank last night, and we all started laughing. We were talking all throughout breakfast, until the owls came. An owl landed in front of Genevieve, Kellie, and me. Genevieve's was red. That wasn't a good sign. She drew a shaky breath, and opened the howler. "GENEVIEVE CORDELIA ZAMBINI! WHAT WERE YOU THINKING, GETTING INTO GRYFFINDOR? I THOUGHT WE TALKED ABOUT THIS! YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO BE IN SLYTHERIN, LIKE THE GENERATIONS BEFORE YOU! SO DISRESPECTFUL! WHEN YOU GET HOME, I WILL FULFILL MY PROMISE! YOU WILL BE VERY SORRY WHEN I AM DONE WITH YOU!" a feminine voice shrilled. Before the letter burnt to ashes, another voice came through. "Hey, Vieve. I love you, and will stop Mum, I promise. She will have to get through me to hurt you." The voice was a whisper, so only me, Kellie, and Genevieve heard it. The hall had grown silent. I looked around, and yelled sarcastically, "Why don't you take a picture? It will last longer!" I never would have thought that a first year boy with dusty blonde hair would actually do it.
I woke up to the sound of owls chirping outside. I sat up quickly, remembering where I was. I shook my sister, desperately trying to wake her. "I........love.......you....too.........Eth-Ethan...." she mumbled in her sleep, and a light bulb went off. Blackmail! My train of thought was soon interrupted by footsteps. "Hello!" A voice said from behind me. I turned around to see a African American girl, with pink ombre glasses. Her Afro was cute! "Hi! My name is Brie! This is my twin, Kellie." I said, gesturing to my still sleeping twin. Kellie's red hair that was normally fixed was all tousled and ragged. Grasping my attention, the African American girl said, "My name is Genevieve. Nice to meet you. I'm in Gryffindor, which is a surprise...." she trailed off, and my head jerked her way. "Why?" I asked curiously. Seeing the pained expression on her face, I apologized, but she said, "It's okay. I'm from a pure blood family....and I was supposed to be in Slytherin..." she said. "Supposed to be?" I asked gently. She teared up, and said quietly, "My mum threatened me that if I didn't get in Slytherin, I would be a very sore girl...." I was shocked. "Threatened you? A sore girl? That is absolutely horrible!" I exclaimed and she nodded. "Me and Kellie are here for you anytime you need to talk, Genevieve." I said, hugging her. "Just be prepared for the howler.." she chuckled, drying her tears. My sister started to stir, and when she woke, I explained everything to her. "Wow.." she said quietly. "Yeah..I couldn't imagine Mummy doing something like that to us..." The three of us walked into the Great Hall laughing. We had just told Genevieve about our prank last night, and we all started laughing. We were talking all throughout breakfast, until the owls came. An owl landed in front of Genevieve, Kellie, and me. Genevieve's was red. That wasn't a good sign. She drew a shaky breath, and opened the howler. "GENEVIEVE CORDELIA ZAMBINI! WHAT WERE YOU THINKING, GETTING INTO GRYFFINDOR? I THOUGHT WE TALKED ABOUT THIS! YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO BE IN SLYTHERIN, LIKE THE GENERATIONS BEFORE YOU! SO DISRESPECTFUL! WHEN YOU GET HOME, I WILL FULFILL MY PROMISE! YOU WILL BE VERY SORRY WHEN I AM DONE WITH YOU!" a feminine voice shrilled. Before the letter burnt to ashes, another voice came through. "Hey, Vieve. I love you, and will stop Mum, I promise. She will have to get through me to hurt you." The voice was a whisper, so only me, Kellie, and Genevieve heard it. The hall had grown silent. I looked around, and yelled sarcastically, "Why don't you take a picture? It will last longer!" I never would have thought that a first year boy with dusty blonde hair would actually do it.
