Beware! I haven't checked any mistakes, so I apologize in advance if it sounds weird.

TSaTL

Altair and Alnair were inside the castle at the crack of dawn, hiding from their schoolmates and Headmaster alike, knowing full well that if they were to stay within Karkaroff's reach not even Viktor Krum's words would make him stop from wringing their necks, well that is to say if he wouldn't join the party himself. But still, they had to say, Hogwarts was quite beautiful and the ghosts were quite friendly, once you took off your Durmstrang uniform.

Corridors upon corridors greeted them and they could see some students heading to the hall, Alnair was amused by the way they flinched at the sight of the two of them, while Altair, not so much.

"Wow, by the way they act around us, it's as if we already killed people." Altair said dryly, noticing that some first-years were shaking in their boots.

"Come off it, I think it's amusing." Alnair replied offhandedly and he smirked when he spied some students turning around, finding another corridor they could walk through, so they didn't have to walk pass them.

"You enjoy terrorizing people!" Altair said scandalized. "I, in return, do not!"

"Say that to the people you pranked and I'll listen to you." Alnair shot back and he succeeded in shuting up his poor younger brother, who was now pouting. Very mature, for a seventeen year old, very mature.

"That doesn't count as terrorizing." The younger blond grumbled and Alnair only looked at him dryly in response.

"It doesn't!" Altair insisted, ignoring the way his brother seemed to enjoy scaring the students, he doesn't blame them for being afraid. Alnair's smirk was terrifying.

"Yes, Altair, whatever you say."

"All of my hate, brother. All of my hate."

"I bask in it, little brother."

"I AM NOT YOUNGER!" Altair shouted and a few students jumped, to Alnair's further amusement, while others already flew away from the corridor.

"So much for not terrorizing." Alnair muttered and he was rewarded with a heated glare, to which he raised his arms up in mock surrender.

Some length away from the two them, in the end of the corridor, a witch appeared wondering what the noise was all about, but when she saw blond locks and a face that she thought she'll never see again, she felt herself go weak in the knees.

'Why is it,' McGonagall thought in exasperation and a small amount of fondness. 'That even when James and Sirius aren't here, their children make sure I don't forget them?'

"Black!" Professor McGonagall barked and she was secretly pleased when she saw the twins (The horror! McGonagall screeched in her mind. Twins?! Twins of all things?! Sirius Black you better make sure I don't see you, or there'll be hell to pay! Azkaban has nothing on me! (Somewhere in the continent a certain black haired, grey eyed former Azkaban inmate shuddered violently.)) straighten their backs and focused their attention at the tone of her voice.

'If only,' The Gryffindor Head though tiredly. 'Fred and George would do the same.'

But apparently, the Weasley Twins already developed a huge amount of nerve concerning herself, that the Black Twins didn't seem to have gotten. Yet.

"Yes?" The two Blacks said uneasily and McGonagall took the time to observe them, so she didn't confuse one to the other. She was relieved to notice that they didn't seem keen on being mistaken for each other, if the glasses on one of them was any indication, and looked at them sharply.

"What was the noise all about?" The witch inquired and she had to restrain herself from smiling at the way one was flailing around eyes darting everywhere.

"It was nothing Professor," The one wearing the glasses smoothly said, Alnair Black if she remembered correctly, the one that wasn't chosen as a champion. "Just had some misunderstandings, is all."

Altair Black, the other champion of Durmstrang, nodded vigorously and was already gathering his wits, based on the way his flailing was slowly diminishing.

Raising an eyebrow at the unexpected action from one of Sirius' brood, but then again she wouldn't have expected anything else from Sirius' son when they were trying to get out of trouble, McGonagall had her curiousity peaked. "And pray tell, Mister Alnair Black, what is this misunderstanding you speak of?"

Alnair's eyes were twinkling amusedly and if McGonagall didn't know better she would've thought he copied it from a certain Headmaster.

"Well Professor McGonagall," Alnair began amusedly and he noted the way both of her eyebrows were raised. "Altair here was protesting that he wasn't younger, but in fact he is."

Alnair professionally ignored the glare that his brother pinned him with, one that was quite terrifying, if it weren't for the fact that he often saw the same glare directed at him countless of times.

"And do tell, Black, why aren't the two of you in the Great Hall, eating?" McGonagall asked in a clipped tone, ignoring the question that was burning in the back of her head, wondering how, they knew her name. But then again, in the other hand, her name wasn't really a secret.

A wide grin stretched on Alnair's face, one that was mirrored by Altair after a few seconds, the two of them looked amusedly at McGonagall and asked a question in perfect synchronization. "What do you think, Professor?"

"Merlin's beard! What did the two of you do?!" The witch asked furiously, though if you looked closer you could see her suppressing a smile. The two of them acted too much like another band of misfits, a band that, sadly, was missing two members.

The twins gave no answer, but they were still grinning ear-to-ear, and McGonagall rolled her eyes in fond exasperation, knowing that it was no use to ask what they did. She supposed that she'll just have to make sure that her ears are open at all times, and deduce which prank they did based on the rumors.

"Minnie! Oh, Professor Minnie!" Two voices echoed in the corridor, and the Black Twins saw the way McGonagall's lips thinned, looking displeased at the two people that called to her.

"Yes, Messrs Weasleys, to what do I owe this pleasure?" The professor said tightly, giving the redheads a stern glare. No doubt irritated at the blatant disrespect, that, or she just didn't like it that much when they showed it to foreign visitors.

The Blacks leaned towards the latter.

Alnair and Altair surveyed the Weasley Twins, the twins that, if they remember correctly, grew beards when they tried to pass the Age Line. Ah, good times, good times. Altair had a laughing fit when he saw it, while hidden under the shadows of course.

Fred and George did the same thing that the two Blacks were doing, and when both pair of twins finished their observations, the four shared a smile.

The Hogwarts staff felt chills go up their spine, the ghosts thought they felt colder and the students, the poor students, were shuddering through out the castle.

"This will be an interesting year. Don't you think Gred?"

"Aye, I quite agree with you Forge."

Offering a hand to the twins they were facing, all of them shared handshakes, smiling to each other, like they weren't planning the doom of all the people in Hogwarts ground.

Minerva McGonagall felt that a contract of devils just happened in front of her, and she was powerless to stop it.

It was official, she doomed Hogwarts.

Clearing her throat and ignoring the way that all four of them looked at her at the same time,(Did they make themselves quadruplets in front of me? McGonagall thought incredulously. Merlin's beard, did they just seal it with a handshake!?) she raised an eyebrow at the four of them.

"What are the two of you doing here?" McGonagall clucked at the redheads. "Shouldn't you be in the Great Hall?"

The Weasley Twins, she suspected it to be Fred, answered her question quite enthusiastically.

"Why Minnie we just wanted to grace you with our presence!" Fred exclaimed while George nodded along, they saw the amused looks on the Blacks faces, though they didn't comment on it.

"Yes, I am very much graced." McGonagall retorted dryly. "But even if it is a sunday, you should fill your stomachs up first. I don't want Poppy barging inside of my office because two of my Lions fainted, just because they were too busy causing mayhem to eat."

The Weasley Twins' eyes sparkled mischievously and McGonagall immediately became apprehensive, what did she say now?

"Oh, Minnie! We knew you always cared about us." Fred said dramatically a hand over his heart.

"Yes and we'll go now, with our new friends." George added.

"Tally Ho!-" Fred began the beginning of a smile on his face, while marching onwards to the hall.

"To the Hall we go,-" George followed a mock serious expression on his face, marching as well.

"-causing mischief-" Altair continued with a grin on his face.

"-and mayhem-" Alnair drawled, though you could see the same excitement inside his grey orbs.

"On the way!" The four chorused, laughing afterwards and every student who heard them quickly ran away from the four, fearing their own well-being.

Professor McGonagall stood there, horrified, wondering to herself why she didn't drag the two Blacks away from the Weasleys, it would've certainly caused them less problems.

'No,' McGonagall thought ruefully to herself. 'With our luck sooner or later, they would've met anyway.'

"Minerva!" Filius shouted, distressed and he quickly ran to her side, when he spotted her.

Raising an eyebrow at her colleague, she was certainly getting popular nowadays, McGonagall questioned the small man. "Did something happen, Filius?"

Nodding his head vigorously, Filius took a moment to regain his bearings. "It's awful, Minerva. None of the Durmstrang students have gone to the Great Hall, even Karkaroff! And what's worse is some of the students say that they heard a scream, one said it was a howl, but that's not the point, they heard it from Durmstrang's Ship!"

"Are you done now, Filius?" McGonagall asked dully, still having not processed what the Ravenclaw chattered about, her mind still pondering about a band of misfits that was now exactly four, five if you included Mister Jordan, roaming Hogwarts.

Professor Flitwick took deep breaths, still a little tired from the running he's done, and from reporting to McGonagall without even taking a breathe.

Studying the Gryffindor, Filius heaved a heavy sigh and pinched the bridge of his nose. "You didn't listen, did you?"

"Ye- No." McGonagall admitted, and seeing the disappointed look on the man's face, she defended herself. "Please, my mind was on more important matters."

"More important than the lack of Durmstrang students?"

"Lack of Durmstrang students?" McGonagall scoffed. "I just saw two this morning!"

Looking very relieved, and in a much better mood, Filius smiled. At least, there were students that appeared.

"What is this 'important matters' you speak of?" Professor Flitwick asked curiously, wondering why the Deputy Headmistress looked so torn about it.

"I think I doomed the school."

Chuckling at the statement, not believing what she was saying was true, Filius spoke. "Ah, but Minerva you could never doom the school."

"The Black Twins and the Weasley Twins met."

A beat of silence passed and McGonagall looked worriedly at the small man who seemingly froze in the middle of the corridor.

"I'll pack my bags!" The Charm's Professor said cheerily and frowned for a moment. "I'll suppose I'll notify my house of the circumstances."

"Filius!"

"What?! It's a very sensible reaction!"

TSaTL

The Great Hall went silent at the sight of four teenagers that should have never known about each other. That and the Staff Table was empty, devoid of any professors or headmasters, the students didn't know if they should be afraid or not.

"Fred! George!" Lee waved from the Gryffindor table and in the redheads urging, the blonds decided to seat with them for the moment.

"Thank you, Lee, my good man." Fred said, tipping an invisible hat towards the dreadlocked teen.

"And as you can see we have new friends with us today!" George grinned at the Blacks, and they returned it albeit weakly.

"Hello." Alnair greeted politely, while his brother stood there a little uneasy. Almost everybody in the Gryffindor table looked at them suspiciously, but Lee just rolled their eyes at them.

'How Gryffindor of them,' Lee thought in mild disgust. 'Being afraid of two teenagers, who hadn't done anything yet. How terribly brave.'

"Don't mind them! I'm Lee Jordan by the way, Quidditch commentator." He flashed them a smile and he was rewarded with two grins from the blonds.

"Not much of a title, now is it?" Alnair said sympathetically.

"Don't remind me." Lee moaned. "The practices I've done! All for nothing!"

The four watched the teen in amusement, Alnair quirked his lips in response and offered him a hand.

"Alnair Black, it's nice to meet you."

Lee accepted the handshake, unfazed, and scrutinized the teen closely. "You're a polite one, aren't you? Not like your brother there."

Altair made a sound of disagreement at the back of his throat.

"Watch what you're saying Jordan." Alnair warned. "My brother never forgets the ones who insult him."

Hiding a smirk, Lee followed Alnair's lead. "Oh no! How pureblood of him. I guess I should watch out now."

Alnair nodded solemnly, and the Weasley Twins looked at them in amusement, watching how the younger twin was slowly going red.

"I'm not an uppity pureblood supremist!" Altair protested still red in the face. "Plus, we don't even know if were pureblood or not."

Lee raised an eyebrow at that statement, as well as Fred and George, but didn't ask anything about it. Alnair on the other hand looked at his twin coldly, who was now shrinking under his gaze, and felt his appetite lessen to some degree.

"Sorry!" Altair squeaked. Seeing as it was just a slip of tongue, and Alnair felt he overreacted a little, he let his brother go.

"You're scary." Lee said honestly. "Much more scarier than some Slytherins I know."

A smirk made it's way to Alnair's face. "Am I?"

"You are." Fred confirmed a grin on his face. "Which makes planning pranks more interesting."

"Well, then. Don't leave me hanging! Let me hear the pranks that you guys though of."

"Speaking of pranks..." Altair trailed off, a grin on his face. "What about the one we just did last night brother?"

Smirk widening, Alnair turned to Altair, all traces of coldness gone in his face. "I think we did admirably brother," grey eyes flickered to the Slytherin table. "None of them showed themselves, afterall."

The three Gryffindors perked up at their conversation, eager to hear what they did, but the Blacks weren't giving any details.

"Truthfully, I don't think it's safe for us to sleep there, anymore." Altair admitted, and his older brother conceded the point that he made.

"Well, that isn't much of a problem." George piped up, Fred nodded along. "We can ask Minnie if you guys could stay in the castle, specifically in our common room, the two of you know our passwords anyway."

Lee blinked at the information and asked them incredulously. "You do?!"

"Of course we do." Alnair scoffed. "It's not that hard, just ask the right people. Have ears on the wall, presto! You know all the passwords and where their common rooms are."

Fred and George looked impressed, Lee whistled gobsmacked and Alnair and Altair had smirks on their faces.

"But!" A voice exclaimed. "But the two of you aren't supposed to know!"

Alnair looked at the girl who spoke, he had to say, she had quite the bushy hair. Cocking his head slightly, Alnair blinked at the brunette.

"Do I know you?"

Hermoine faltered, but stood firm. Nobody from another school was allowed to know where their common rooms are, much less what's their password.

"No. No you don't. My name's Hermoine Granger." Hermoine introduced herself. She opened her mouth again, about to say something along the lines of, they shouldn't know those things, but she was cut off by the younger blond.

"I know you!" Altair cried out. "Da-somebody told me about you!"

Narrowing her eyes at the slip, Hermoine looked stiffly at the one wearing the glasses, ignoring the sniggers of Fred and George about 'dasomebody', she felt that her point would be understood clearly by this one, champion or not.

"You shouldn't know about those things." Hermoine said firmly, she was irritated by the way he arched his eyebrow at her amusingly.

"I don't know about what you're talking about." He said breezily, waving his hands to deny suspicion. "I'm innocent."

Hermoine almost snorted at that, hardly believing that someone like him would be 'innocent', but the blond continued. "Have you seen Harry?"

"I haven't." She replied shortly, worry bubbling for her bestfriend.

"But you do know where he is?" Alnair prodded, but he didn't need any confirmation. Instead he took the girl by her shoulders, with a piece of toast in a napkin in hand, and led them outside the hall, ignoring the whispers that followed.

"Oi! Ron!" George called out, hearing a muffled 'Yeah?' in return he continued. "Somebody touched your girlfriend!"

Spitting out all the food in his mouth, Ron turned to his brother, red-faced, and glared at him. "Hermoine's not my girlfriend!"

"Aha! But who said anything about Hermoine?" Altair asked slyly, the four of them laughed at the sputtering redhead.

Altair felt worry bubble in his heart to, worry for Harry, he didn't look quite alright when they left him. But it would be impolite of him to leave his new friends, and he trusted his brother with his life, nothing would go wrong... He just hoped he didn't do anything stupid with Hermoine Granger, smart he may be, he didn't know anything about women.

Altair sometimes wondered how he was related to his brother sometimes.

More so, how Alnair was related to their dad, Sirius Black.

TsaTL

"Let go of me!" Holding his arms up in surrender, he saw the red face of Harry's bestfriend, Hermoine Granger he believed, if what Sirius said was true, looking at him angrily.

"Where is he?" Alnair repeated, ignoring the glare that was sent his way.

"He may be in the common room." Hermoine reluctantly answered.

"Oh, good, I know where that is. Oh and Miss Granger?" Alnair looked at the brunette, who was still glaring at him. "You can go now."

Opening and closing her mouth like a fish, Hermoine's face flushed angrily, and she took hold of the blond's wrist, pulling him roughly towards her. Which would've worked if Alnair wasn't rooted to his spot.

"You! You can't dismiss me just like that! Who do you think you ar-"

"Harry's god brother."

Eyebrow twitching dangerously, she squeezed his wrist hard and was pleased when he winced at the force. "Don't interrupt me."

Rolling his eyes at the disrespectful brunette, he knew he was older than her, Alnair reluctantly nodded and she gave him the evil eye, but nonetheless still let go of his wrist.

Turning around without a word, the blond was about to go when a hand once again clamped on his wrist.

"Where are you going?" Hermoine asked calmly, all anger currently forgotten, and was rewarded by a deadpan stare courtesy of Sirius' son.

"The Gryffindor Common Room." He drawled, much like a certain ferret Hermoine noted, and she took a deep breathe looking at the boy dead in the eye, which was a feat considering his height.

"You are infuriating." Hermoine said in the exact same tone as earlier. "But you're still Harry's god brother, no matter how much I wish you aren't, so you will follow me. Understand?" She asked sweetly, like she wasn't gripping Alnair's wrist harder by the second.

Alnair snorted and no emotion could be seen on his poker face. "I know where it is. So, no thanks, I don't need a guide."

"Do. You. Understand?" Hermoine asked in a dangerously sweet tone, but Alnair wasn't giving in to the girl, and only narrowed his eyes, his grey eyes looking at her coldly.

They stood there for a few minutes, none of them giving in to the other, and every student who passed them, looked at them warily, only to run in response when both of their glares were settled on theirselves.

Alnair sighed and Hermoine smiled smugly, but still didn't let go of her grip on him. "Are you serious about this Miss Granger? The two of us both know that Harry wouldn't go to the Great Hall, do you really want him to go hungry?"

Hermoine let go of his wrist without thinking of it and looked horrified at the prospect. "You're right! Harry won't go anywhere near anybody else now! We need to get him food!"

Alnair coughed in his hand, the one that wasn't holding the toast he nicked. "Um, we?"

"Yes, we." Hermoine glared at him again. "If it weren't for you I would've already gotten him food. Lousy, good for nothing.."

Ignoring the muttering of the girl, Alnair snapped his fingers in front of the girl's face and showed him the toast he had in a napkin.

"Oh.." Hermoine flushed, but still glared at him heatedly.

"Oh, indeed." Alnair echoed, ruffling her hair in return.

"Stop that!"

Laughter was her only response.

TSaTL

Harry looked amusedly at the two in front of the portrait hole, his bad mood currently lifted at the sight before him. He hadn't seen Hermoine look like that before.

"Hello," she greeted him, face a little red, holding one piece of toast in a napkin.

"Do I want to know what happened?" Harry asked with a smile on his face.

"No, no you don't." Hermoine replied before Alnair could even open his mouth.

"And I told you one piece of toast isn't enough, go get more." Harry looked in bafflement at Hermoine, who outright ordered the teen.

She did know that she was talking to a senior, right?

"But the poor elves..." Alnair said in a mock sad tone, wiping the corner of his eyes.

"Harry, let's go on a walk. Come on hurry, before the parasite follows."

"Parasite? That the best you can do Miss Granger?"

"Oh, I'll show you what I can do Black!"

"Whoa! Guys, guys calm down." Harry interrupted them before they could hex each other, which was reasonable, because he could already see the two of them reaching for their wands.

But Harry seriously doubted that Hermoine would do the first move.

"I am calm, Harry." Hermoine said, but her tone was anything but, huffing to herself, Harry could hear her muttering under her breathe and his eyebrows shot up in surprise, he didn't know that Hermoine had it in her to badmouth someone like that.

"What did you do, Alnair?"

"Hm." Alnair looked at Harry lazily. "I don't know what you mean."

Harry looked at him and at Hermoine again, he shook his head. "Let's go to that walk."

"Sure, why not?"

"You're not coming with us, Black!"

"I sincerely doubt that, Miss Granger."

Harry shook his head again, somehow he felt that he should get used to this now, but smiling at the two of them, though he was missing a lot of people, he couldn't help but feel happy.

TSaTL

That's a wrap! This chapter is most of a filler I guess.

Hoped you liked it! Thanks for reading!

Alnair and Hermoine don't get along well... I wanted to ask you guys, do you want faster uploads but shorter chapters? Or slower updates with longer chapters?