Double Trouble

Sweet and quiet Harry and sassy and rambunctious Emily Potter have lived their lives with Sirius Black and Remus Lupin ever since their parents, James and Lily, were killed by Voldemort on October 31, 1981. Now, ten years and a few months later, the twins are getting ready for their first year at Hogwarts. But everything is not what it seems.

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7. Halloween

Over the next couple of weeks, the Serpents pulled off many successful pranks, with a failed one here and there. To their credit, never once did they get caught. The teachers were all sure it was them, but none could figure out how they were pulling it off. How could one be hearing their voices just around a corner, but when they hurry to finally trap them, they find that there's nobody there?

Of course, they documented everything. Whenever something notable happened, they gathered in Blaise and Draco's dorms (boys couldn't enter the girls' dorms; an old-fashioned rule, but the magic was still in place) and sat on one of their beds. They'd write down the details about their pranks, things they were particularly happy or angry about. They'd taken the book to Professor Flitwick, and he'd charmed it so that no matter how many pages they turned, there would always be another one. It didn't get thicker or heavier; the Serpents really had no idea how it worked, but it was cool and made it so they didn't have to worry about the book running out of pages. Now they were certain there would be enough space for all seven years of mischief-making. 

When Mackenzie awoke on Halloween morning, she inhaled deeply. She did that every morning; she just loved the smell of her dorm. It smelled like rain on a summer evening. However, she did have a significant sense of foreboding. She could just tell that something was going to go wrong that day. Nevertheless, she got out of bed and ready for classes that day. Sometimes she let Serefina lay around her shoulders, but she couldn't find her that day. This didn't concern her; Serefina often disappeared for a day or two, exploring the castle. The ferret knew how to take care of herself. 

Her first class was Charms with the Gryffindors. Everything was with the Gryffindors, except Herbology with the Ravenclaws, and Defense Against the Dark Arts with the Hufflepuffs. It got quite annoying, really; Mackenzie didn't exactly want to see Harry, Ron and Hermione all day every day, especially because they'd been giving her the cold shoulder ever since the sticky-bench prank. There was a plus to this, however; Fred and George Weasley had thought the prank was brilliant, especially because they hadn't sat on the bench, simply grabbing some toast and muffins on their way past, and during meals and break, the Serpents often hung out with Fred, George, and Lee, sharing ideas for pranks and sometimes even collaborating on one of the two other houses. 

Having woken up rather late, Mackenzie dressed quickly and hurried down to breakfast, only having time to quickly eat a piece of toast, before racing off to Charms. She only just barely made it in time, and was quite glad she did, because today, Flitwick was teaching them how to make things fly. 

"Remember, swish and flick." he said squeakily. "And the incantation is Wingardium Leviosa. Off you go." 

Mackenzie and Daphne were the first to make their feathers fly, much to Hermione Granger's anger. Hermione was, however, the second, though Harry and Ron were having difficulties. 

"Wingard Levioza." Ron flourished his wand around, nearly stapping Seamus Finnigan in the eye. 

"Oh come on, Ron." Mackenzie rolled her eyes. "You're going to take someone's eye out. Besides, you're not even saying the incantation correctly."

"Yeah?" Ron's ears turned red. "How do you say it then?" 

"Wingardium Leviosa." Mackenzie said, slowly and clearly. "And you don't flourish your wand, you swish it gently with your wrist and flick." 

"Why don't you go ahead and show me how it's done, then?" Ron snarled, furious. 

Mackenzie shrugged and gently tugged her sleeves away from her hands.

"Wingardium Leviosa," she swished her wand, before flicking it sharply at the feather. As she expected, the feather gently took to the air, floating higher and higher towards the ceiling. Gently, she lowered it back down to the desk. 

"There." she said, before turning back to Daphne. 

Flitwick assigned them to practice the levitation charm for homework that night, before releasing them to a free period. Mackenzie walked with her other Serpents, a few paces behind Harry, Ron and Hermione. The three of them did not seem to realize that Mackenzie and her friends were right behind them. 

"She's a nightmare." Ron was saying furiously to Harry and Hermione. "'Oh come on, Ron, you're going to take someone's eye out.'" he mimicked, causing Harry and Hermione to laugh. "It's no wonder her only friends are Malfoy, Zabini, and that girl. I don't know how they stand her. And her stupid pranks, too. She's the bossiest, rudest, most nightmarish girl I've ever met." 

"You didn't have to live with her for ten years." Harry said. "She's worse at home." 

"Don't listen to them." Daphne said. "Come on, let's go this way." 

She started to pull Mackenzie down another corridor, but not before Harry continued. 

"She annoys Moony and Padfoot, too, they just don't let her know." he said matter-of-factly. "I can tell that they wish she'd shut up sometimes." 

Mackenzie's eyes filled with tears. Pulling her arm out of Daphne's grasp, she dropped her bag and ran past Harry, Ron and Hermione, accidentally knocking Hermione into a wall and Harry and Ron into each other. Tears fell as she fled to the bathroom, locking herself into a stall, and began to sob.

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Daphne's P.O.V.

As Mackenzie fled down the corridor, Daphne, Blaise, and Draco stormed up to Harry, Ron, and Hermione. 

"I cannot believe you two!" Daphne snapped, shoving Harry into the wall. She did it on purpose, though. "Harry Potter, Mackenzie is your sister, and you're just going to let Ron badmouth her like that? And even worse, then you join in the badmouthing?" 

Harry opened his mouth to speak, but Blaise slapped him across the face. "You shut up." he snarled. "You don't get to speak. Why on earth would you say that your parents, or guardians, or whatever word you want to use don't like her either? You realize that for the past six weeks she's been trying to get you to talk to her? And all you do is ignore her and talk crap about her behind her back!" 

"I don't expect that you're going to go looking for her," Draco joined in, "Because you've got too much of Gryffindor's idiocy and pride in you. But I hope you realize that she's closer to us than she's ever been with you." 

"That's not true." Ron butted in. "She always told Harry everything." 

Daphne's voice was low and quiet. She didn't sound angry so much anymore, more sad and defeated. "Yeah?" she asked. "Did she ever tell him her biggest fears? The fact that she's afraid she just annoys everyone, the fact that she thinks Sirius and Remus don't love her as much as they care about Harry? That she gets nightmares about the night your parents died just as much as Harry does, but feels she can't tell anyone about them because she doesn't think they'll care?" 

"She told me she's never gotten nightmares." Harry interrupted. 

Daphne shook her head sadly. "That's because she always feared something like this would happen. You know, the biggest fear she's ever had, her entire life, was that one day, you would get to Hogwarts and be Sorted into different Houses, and you'd meet people in your House and wouldn't want to talk to her anymore. She said you told her that would never happen. Have you figured out that's exactly what you've done?" 

"Now if you'll excuse us," Blaise said, picking up Mackenzie's bag. "We're going to go find and console your sister. And after this, you're going to be lucky if she even wants you to talk to her anymore." 

Without giving any of the trio a chance to respond, the Serpents stalked past them, and began their search for Mackenzie. 

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Mackenzie's P.O.V.

Mackenzie had no idea how long she'd been in the bathroom. She knew it had been at least a few hours. She'd cry for a while, then she'd calm down, start trying to compose herself, and break down and cry again. Daphne had come in at some point, but Mackenzie had told her to go away. After waiting for a while, Daphne complied, promising to tell McGonagall some story about why she was gone. 

As Mackenzie finally managed to stop crying, for the last time, she stood from the floor and unlocked the stall, wiping her eyes. Something smelled disgusting; had for a few minutes, ever since somebody had come in. As she looked up, however, she realized what exactly the smell was; and it was not a student. 

A giant, gray-greenish troll holding a club longer and thicker than Mackenzie's entire body was looming over her, glaring down at her. 

Gaping up at the troll, Mackenzie took a few steps backwards, colliding with the wall of a stall. Terrified, she ducked inside the stall and locked the door, ducking and covering her head. Good thing, too, because the next moment, the troll had used it's club to demolish the top half of the stall. Crawling through wood and dust, Mackenzie ducked her head again when the troll smashed more stalls, showering wood, plaster, and even little bits of stone from where it's club smashed into the wall. 

The bathroom door opened again. Chancing a glance towards the door, Mackenzie saw Daphne, Blaise, and Draco burst into the bathroom. Immediately, Daphne whipped out her wand. When the troll next raised it's club, she shouted, 

"Wingardium Leviosa!" 

The club left the trolls hand, hovering above it in the air. Confused the troll looked at its empty fist, then up at the club, right as Daphne let it fall. 

There was a sickening crunch as the club shattered through the troll's skull. Blood splattered as the troll fell, it's head further damaged by the impact to the floor. Daphne, having had to back up quickly to avoid being crushed by the huge falling body, was frozen against the wall, apparently in some form of shock. Blaise and Draco rushed over to the rubble of the stalls and helped Mackenzie dig her way out, brushing the dust off of her robes. Mackenzie seemed to be in a similar state as Daphne. At least, until the bathroom door banged open and McGonagall, Quirrel, and Snape burst in. McGonagall took one look at the demolished bathroom, the blood-spattered students, and the troll who's head was cracked open and gasped, her hand flying to her heart. She spluttered for a moment, before looking at Blaise, Draco, and Daphne. She apparently hadn't seen Mackenzie behind Blaise and Draco. 

"What on earth is going on here?" she gaped. "Ex-explain yourselves!" 

As Blaise, Draco, and Daphne began stuttering, trying to tell the story, Mackenzie stepped forward. 

"Please, don't punish them, professor." she said quietly. 

McGonagall turned to look at her. "Miss Potter?" 

"It's technically my fault that they're here." Mackenzie began explaining. "During dinner, I ducked out to use the lavatory. When I came out, the troll was there and backed me back into the bathroom. If Blaise, Draco, and Daphne hadn't come to find me, I would probably be dead right now. Please don't punish them." 

McGonagall looked shocked and a bit confused for a moment, before she composed herself. 

"Thank you for telling me, Miss Potter." she said. Her eyes swept over the four of them. "Well, I must say, not many first year students would be able to take on a fully-grown, rather angry mountain troll and live to tell the tale. For a rather impressive display of control under pressure and very well-done spellwork, I award twenty points to each of you. Now off to your dorms. The students are finishing the Halloween feast there."

The teachers swept out of the room, although Quirrel paused a moment, his eyes lingering on the Serpents. Mackenzie, who had always felt uneasy around Quirrell, glared right back at him, until he left. Then she turned to her fellow Serpents. 

"Thanks for showing up when you did." she said, pulling them into a hug. "I don't know what I would have done if you hadn't." 

"What did you expect us to do, just let you be smushed by a huge mountain troll?" Daphne said, laughing. "I will admit, though, that was the scariest thing I've ever done in my life." 

"Not hard to believe. When have you ever done anything other than read until we came along?" Draco teased, and Daphne playfully punched his arm. 

"We'd better get down to our dorms, though." Blaise said, opening the door and gesturing for the other three to leave. 

"This will make for an interesting story for the Serpents' Secrets," Mackenzie said. "And now Harry isn't the only one of us that's nearly died." 

"I don't think that's an accomplishment." Blaise said, rolling his eyes. 

Laughing, the four friends walked arm-in-arm down to their dorms. The incident had brought them closer than anyone had ever been since the Marauders themselves. 

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