AN: Incest. Dirty, smuty incest/twincest. This isn't about the Potter children, though they do come flitting in and out. This is a love story between Houses, between siblings. Just so you know what you're reading.
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Inconcessus
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Chapter I
Blood Divided
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Disir Corrigan, seventeen and counting, stepped on board the Hogwarts Express, turning to wave goodbye to her mother.
"Bye darlings!" She called, beaming proudly. "I'll see the both of you at Christmas!"
The train began to pull away and Disir turned to her brother, who was standing behind her.
Solace, Sol to most, looked down at her, his face impassive. "Shouldn't you be off with your Death Eater buddies?" He asked, his dark eyes unreadable.
Disir's mouth parted into a small, soft smirk. The term Death Eater was almost taboo at Hogwarts, even twenty years after the final defeat of the Dark Lord. The teachers hated the word. Professor Longbottom especially despised the term, launching into a very bitter tirade on the damage they caused and the evil they brought down on the entire British wizarding community. The few students that had dared label themselves as Death Eaters or proudly exclaimed that they believed someone should rise up and bring to life their teachings once more, quickly found themselves shunned by both fellow students and educators.
"My friends are not Death Eaters," She commented quietly, pulling her tiny, white fur ball of a kitten out of her pocket and nuzzling it. Meskenet was the offspring of the family cat. She'd been so tiny, so out of place with her darker siblings that Disir's soft side won, bidding the girl to take the tiny mewing dust bunny as a pet. The others of the litter had been sold or given away as presents.
Disir thought that perhaps Meskenet was part kneazle-the kitten was still small enough to fit into the deep pockets of the girl's smock-like dress without weighing it down and was uncannily cautious. Sol frowned. "If your friends aren't Death Eaters then why do they go around pretending to be? Regan heard that asshole Sine go off about using Muggles like House Elves last term."
How annoying her brother could be, trying to start a argument in the middle of everyone's way.
"Sine's just got a stupid sense of humor," Disir defended, "And I've heard Regan say a few things too, if you want to go on like that."
The twins stared at each other with evident dislike on their faces, neither moving though the compartments were quickly filling up.
How they had come to be this, Disir didn't know. They used to be close when they were little. They'd shared everything. But as soon as the Sorting of their first year had come around, everything changed. Disir went to the applauding Slytherin table while Sol reluctantly went to the Gryffindor's, watching as Dizzy drifted away from him.
Since then Sol acted like it'd been her fault that they had grown apart. He was disgusted that she'd been Sorted into Slytherin and seemed to believe that there was some hidden evil inside of her that had earned her a place in "that House". It was worse when he became apart of the Gryffindor Quidditch team. He soon became a target for the sport lovers of her house and felt that Disir was behind it (even though she never was, thank-you-very-much).
Disir, for her part, now saw a very different brother to the one she'd grown up with. Sol became dismissive of her, throwing himself into loud, noisy, arrogant friends. When he joined the Quidditch team in third year he became somewhat of a superstar within the Gryffindor house. Girls cooed after him, finding his dark eyes and hair, along with a helping of deep dimples appealing, even without the spectacular (rather, showoff) saves he performed as Keeper. It didn't help that Sol topped DADA either. He was seen, only second to Harry Potter, as the quintessential Gryffindor hero.
They had ignored the other's existence for a while, then half-way through first year Sol made the mistake of accidentally tripping his sister and causing her to ruin most of her spellbooks with a smashed ink bottle. Since then they declared a war.
Now they were in their seventh year. Sol had been Captain of the Quidditch team for two years now while Disir had just gotten the pleasure of being promoted from prefect to Head Girl. Their parents, both being fairly easy going (despite a younger Sol's Christmas outburst that they'd disown her if she didn't swap to Gryffindor immediately!), were proud of her. Sol's talents were very much in-you-face ones. Disir's, like being clever with Charms and Potions, were softer ones, quietly growing.
"Such a clever girl!" Their mother had exclaimed. "And you've received such glowing reports from your teachers! I ran into Professor Kaden the other day. She said she'd never seen such a way with potions before!"
Disir had blushed as her mother continued gushing, while her father turned to Sol and said, "I guess that means you'll be going to your sister for help now, doesn't it Solly?"
"Solly" was leaning against the frame of the doorway, watching the scene impassively. "No," He answered, not taking his eyes off Disir, who was now glaring at him. "I don't need help from a Death Eater."
Their mother drew in her breath sharply while their father ordered, "Don't call your sister a Death Eater, young man! You have no idea the pain that those monsters inflicted-your sister is nothing, nothing like that, no matter what House she'd been sorted into!"
Sol rolled his eyes, muttering a very insincere apology while Disir smirked smugly. He was always stupid enough to make himself look like the bad guy in their fights. Disir was much more subtle at getting back at him, an art that sadly didn't seem to be within the comprehension of a Gryffindor. Hexed Quidditch robes, for example. Spreading rumors among his flighty, twit-filled fan base about a hideous fungi hiding beneath covering charms and clothes.
Remembering the last one Disir grinned, then hid it in Meskenet's soft fur as Sol narrowed his eyes at her. She knew that he knew exactly what she was thinking. But it'd been so funny-Victoire Weasley, a Seventh year from last term and Sol's crush, wouldn't go near him afterwards, saying she didn't want to catch anything in case her boyfriend, Teddy someone, wouldn't want to kiss her anymore.
Speaking of someones, one of them bumped into Disir and she turned around to find Regan Bones behind her, smiling slightly. "Hey Dizzy" He greeted, brown hair flopping into his blue eyes.
"Get lost" Disir said, moving away from him. That asshole Sol was laughing, finding his friend's teasing amusing. No one had called her Dizzy for years. Diz sometimes, but never Dizzy. Sol must have been spreading stupid childhood stories about them around in an attempt to embarrass her.
Regan looked a little crestfallen, but Disir ignored it, trying to get past her brother who was, unfortunately, blocking her way to the carriage that she was meant to meet the Head Boy and the prefects in.
"Sol, move!" She commanded. Meskenet meowed, almost as though she too was telling Sol to get out of their way.
He didn't, however. The pair of them clashed eyes again and only after a few moments of an invisible standoff did Sol finally move aside so that Disir could squeeze past him. His eyes followed her as she made her way down the rocking train, her long, dark, curling hair almost flowing out behind her in some crazy enchanted way.
"-she'll ever believe me?"
Regan's voice, suddenly loud, broke Sol out of his trace. He looked to his friend, blinking. "What was that?"
Regan just shook his head, keeping his eyes down. "Nothing." Then he brightened, grinning impishly. "How was your summer? What the bloody hell did you get up to?"
Giving a grin brighter than Regan's own, Sol said. "Oh, nothing. I just got myself the Windflare."
Regan looked stunned. "You're kidding! Holy shit, have you tried it out? They weren't meant to be out for ages... can it actually outstrip the Firebolt XII?"
With both boys now completely submerged in the Windflare's latest features and what an advantage it should be over the other teams, they left to find their friends.