Harry Potter Fan Fiction

A Bet to Fallon (Fall on, get it? No? Never mind…)

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First Year

Chapter One – Welcome one and all

The masses of eleven year olds wander around the ancient room; murmuring anxiously about tests and the Sorting. Every young boy and girl is chattering in excitement and anxiety.

Every young boy and girl, that is, apart from two. Twins.

Two pale faces framed by messy blond hair watch their surroundings calmly. One boy, one girl, distinguishable only by their eyes – the girl's molten ochre, and the boy's a shocking green.

The girl's short hair is tied into two bunches and she flicks one absently as the siblings eye their peers, the way a scientist examines rats in a cage. They stand close to each other, pinkie fingers linked. No one notices them. No one ever does.

Professor McGonagall enters the room, ordering the first-years into a mismatched line of sorts before marching them into the Great Hall.

Harry Potter watches as one by one those around him are called up to be sorted. The bushy-haired Granger girl was chattering on about ceilings and Ron Weasley was talking about murdering two of his many brothers.

"Fallon, Alexandra,"

Harry's eyes widen as a blond girl slips her hand away from the slim fingers of an identical boy – twins? - And moves fluidly, unafraid, towards the stool. She sits, waits, and is sorted into Gryffindor – house of Lions, courage and chivalry.

"Fallon, Zander,"

The other half of the Fallon twins glides towards the stool; a cool, bored expression on his face. He sits on the stool and calmly eyes the room as his mind is assessed. The hat places him in Slytherin – the house of snakes, cunning and mischief. The blond boy stands, his green eyes never abandoning their calculating look as he moves fluidly towards his table.

Harry shakes his head, clearing it as the other children are sorted.

Granger, Hermione, in Gryffindor.

Malfoy, Draco, in Slytherin.

Potter, himself, in Gryffindor.

Weasley, Ronald, also in Gryffindor.

As Harry sits beside his new friends, he can't help but notice the Fallon twins locking eyes across the hall, green eyes staring into golden like they had a world of their own, one that others could only glimpse at.

"Hello, I'm Hermione Granger. Who might you be?"

The silent blond girl tears her eyes away from the opposite end of the hall to look pointedly at Hermione. The bushy haired girl shuffles awkwardly in her seat, but doesn't back down. Finally, after a long appraising look, the blond girl speaks.

"I am Alexandra." She says, her eyes already straying back to look over at the Slytherin table. Hermione follows her gaze, only to see a boy identical to Alexandra staring right back at them – well, at her. Hermione looked between the two, feeling a little out of place.

"Is he your brother or something?" She asks, curiosity overcoming caution. Alexandra looks pointedly at her once again, as if determining whether she deserved an answer. Finally the blond nods, eyes returning to lock with her twin's. Hermione shudders slightly, afraid of the intensity between the two siblings.

'Weird,' she thinks, throwing herself into a conversation about Nearly Headless Nick.

Draco Malfoy glares at Harry Potter from across the hall, seething. How dare that famous little Gryffindor shun him, a Malfoy, pushing him aside for some worthless Weasley? Stupid, pathetic Boy-Who-Lived, won't last a minute in the real world…

Determined not to make a spectacle of himself, Draco turns to examine his housemates, determining which will be good followers, and which will need to be pummelled into submission. Almost instantly, Draco spots a strange blond boy a few seats down, staring unwaveringly at the Gryffindor table.

"You hate someone over there as well, do you?" Draco asks; keen to get started in his undermining of the Slytherin house system. The blonde's eyes wander over to Draco, before wandering back.

"I do not hate anyone over on that table, and neither do you, Draco Malfoy." The boy says quietly, so quietly that Draco can barely hear him. Not that he particularly wanted to.

"I do so hate someone over there – I hate quite a few someones. How dare you assume my emotions? Who the hell are you?" Draco demands, slightly off put. The boy merely glances at Draco again, eyes barely leaving the other end of the hall.

"I know you do not hate. You are merely jealous, afraid and wary. There is no hatred. And I am Zander Fallon. Pleasure, I'm sure."

Draco hears a familiar snake-like drawl near the end of Fallon's small blurb, and feels a smirk cross his face, that's more like it. Draco boots Crabbe out of his way and shimmies closer to Zander Fallon, intent on making alliances early.

"Well, Zander Fallon, I think we're going to be great friends." Draco says, holding out his hand. This time Zander graces him with a cold, appraising stare, before smirking slightly and taking the hand offered him.

"For now," Is all the blond says, before returning to his silent conversation with his sister, leaving Draco rather confused.

The Fallon twins meet briefly outside the Great Hall after dinner, conversing quickly and quietly before they are hurried off to bed, pinkies linked in the way they'd stayed connected for longer than they remembered.

"Made a friend I see, brother," Alex teases; her golden eyes alight and teasing. Zander smiles in response and lightly tightens his grip on his sister's pinkie, strengthening the bond between them.

"As have you, dear sister," He whispers, eyes flicking over to where Hermione Granger is talking to the Gryffindor Prefect about something or other. Alex nods to herself, smiling as well.

"These friendships will last long into the future, I can tell," She says softly, eyes sparkling. Zander nods.

"The Sight is stronger here than in the muggle city we lived in before. I can See further and better than ever before, and things regarding everything and nothing, people and objects, it's fascinating. Is it the same for you, sister?" He says softly, their link to each other unbroken. They have no need for verbal conversation, their pinkie fingers linking their minds together, as well as pooling their powers of the Sight and looking ahead. The visions of the future were near constant in such a magic-rich place, and they needed the other's strength to remain unaffected.

"I do See. I See everything." Alex breathes in wonder, not quite paying attention to Zander's growing smile. "Why so smug, brother?"

"Why sister," Zander purrs, gaining his sibling's full attention. "I was just thinking that we should abuse this new Sight for a bit of sport. What do you say?"

Alex looks at her brother in amusement – he really is a Slytherin. "All right, but only one who can afford the humiliation," She warns, tightening her grip and reinforcing the words with images of pain if Zander were to cross any lines.

"What about that obnoxious Weasley person?" Zander suggests, thinking of the red haired idiot. "He could be entertaining."

"An excellent idea, brother," Alex grins. "But please, don't clean him out of house and home with your boyish obsession with betting,"

Zander grins.

"Dear sister," He smiles, lifting her hand to kiss it mock-gentlemanly. "You already know it is far too late for that."

AN~

Hello and welcome to A Bet to Fallon, a story written for a good friend, thefallingsnow.

This is AU only because the presence of the twins will become more important as time goes on, so long as people read and review of course...

and now that the formalities are out of the way, Hello all!

How are we?

I'm really excited about this one, really.

it's going to be a blast, so hang in there!

I'm predicting a story for each year, because whilst this started out as a light commission, I've been struck by the writing bug on this one. I'll keep some major plot points from the actual books in - you know, Harry defeating Voldemort and all, but it will focus a tad more on the twins' visions, and how people react to them.

I will put you people under no illusions - this is, and was always intended to be, a story involving slash. It is not as much of a focal point as it was, now that I've had actual plot ideas involving the whole series. It will also not come along nearly as fast, seeing as I now have seven years to develop it. However I plan for the two main pairings - both requested and both slash - to have developed by the end of their fifth year.

I apologise to all in advance.

And no, I'm not going to reveal the pairings yet, but you're welcome to guess.

And now, I shall bid you all adieu until my next chapter

until next time

Zanchev