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Chapter 1

What happens when two hard headed, stubborn, and angry siblings fight? They don't make up. They make everyone think that they aren't related. They keep their feelings locked inside. They drift apart.

That's what happened to Sophia and James Potter. Truth be told, they don't even remember why they fought. It's been five years. But fight they did. Now Sophia goes by Sophia Rose. Rose being her middle name. Sophia calls James by his middle name, Charles. James' friends don't know that Sophia is related to their friend and Sophia mostly keeps to herself. The only people who know are the Hogwarts staff and they agreed to call Sophia by her new name. No one knows...

But will it stay that way?

"Ow!" I groan as I make contact with the floor.

"Oh my merlin! I'm so sorry!" a girl with red hair and emerald green eyes exclaims as she helps me up.

"No you're fine. I wasn't watching where I was going. That combined with me being the clumsiest person on the planet is a recipe for disaster," I chuckle. The girl smiles and I recognize her as Lily Evans, the girl my idiot of a brother has gone after since first year.

"I'm sure you aren't that bad. I'm Lily Evans," the redhead holds out her hand. I shake it.

"Sophia Rose," I reply.

"Do you want to sit with me and my friends during supper?" Lily offers.

"Yeah sure," I nod and we walk to the Great Hall.

"Hey Lily! Who's this?" a girl with blond hair and blue eyes asks.

"Hey Mar. This is Sophia Rose," Lily says as she sits down. I sit next to her and wave at the girls.

"Hi Sophia! I'm Alice Fortescue," a girl with short blond hair and brown eyes smiles at me.

"I'm Marlene Mckinnon," the girl who said hi to Lily waves at me.

"Hello ladies," Sirius Black, one of my brother's idiotic friends, says as he sits down next to me.

"Black," Marlene says disdainfully as the rest of the idiots join us. Remus Lupin, Peter Pettigrew, and my brother James Potter.

"Who are you, beautiful?" Black asks, winking at me.

"Not interested," I deadpan. The girls laugh.

"Feisty. I like it," Black smirks.

"And I like punching people. Want to give it a try?" I ask innocently. The girls erupt in laughter and Lupin grins.

"You should give it a try Pads," Lupin snickers, using their ridiculous nicknames for each other.

"Shut up Moony," Black glowers at him.

"Why you talking to her?" Potter asks rudely. I roll my eyes.

"Because they have vocal cords Charles. That's why," I snark, using his middle name because it would be strange to use my own last name. James sneers at me. Lily fixates him with a heavy glare and James looks down at his plate of chicken pot pie.

"Could it be?" a male voice sounds from behind me.

"Our Sophie. Socializing?" a nearly identical voice asks. I roll my eyes but smile nonetheless as I turn around.

"Fab, Gid," I greet.

"Sophie!" the ginger haired twins exclaim, giving me a hug. I hug them back and they sit across from me, forcing Remus and James to scoot over.

"We have Potions next, right?" I ask them, after swallowing a bite of roast beef.

"Sophie," Fabion starts.

"'we shouldn't-" Gideon continues.

"-know your schedule-"

"-better than you do-"

"-but yes-"

"-we do," they finish in unison. I roll my eyes and nod.

"That's so creepy. How'd you even do that?" Marlene exclaims.

"Twin telepathy," Fab, Gid, and I say in sync. Malene gives a creeped out look.

"How do you do it, Sophia?" Alice asks curiously.

"They rubbed off on me. I'm gonna die!" I gasp dramatically, falling backwards out of my seat. Everyone laughs. I get up and bow.

"Thank you, thank you. Now, I'm off to class. See you peasants later!" I grin, giving a two fingered salute and walking out of the Great Hall.

"Hey Rose! Wait up!" I hear Black call.

I turn back to face him. "How do you know my name?"

"Fortescue told me," Black says as he and the rest of the Marauders catch up to me. I nod and continue walking Potions.

"You're not going to talk to us?" Pettigrew calls from behind me.

"Nope," I reply, popping the "p".

Great. Now Hogwarts' resident idiots know who I am. It's going to be a long year.