The twins with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approach ... born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies ... and the Dark Lord will mark them as equal, but they will have power the Dark Lord knows not ... and either must die at the hand of the other for neither can live while the others survives ... the ones with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord will be born as the seventh month dies ...
"Twins is it?" asked Sirius, looking at the two bundles in the arms of James and Lily Potter.
"Yup. A girl and a boy," said James. "And we're giving them nice, normal names. No pureblood names!"
"Awww," whined Sirius. "I was hoping you'd name your son after me!"
"No. I want him to be called Harry after my dad. And James should be his middle name. After me!" said James.
"Alright. What about your daughter?"
"We don't know yet. But her middle name's Lily. In the Evans family, girls are always named after flowers," said Lily.
"I wanted to call her Rose, but Lily thinks it's a little too common. Any ideas?"
"How about say, Rosella? That's still a form of Rose, but it's not to common. So both of you get your wish," suggested Remus.
"I now present to you Harry James Sirius Peter Remus Potter and Rosella Lily Molly Julia Mary Potter," said Lily.
"So you named him after me after all!" cried Sirius in delight.
"Avada Kedavra!" cried Voldermort, and Lily Potter fell to the ground dead. He then proceeded to the damaged bed where Harry and Rosella sat.
"Ah yes such wonderful looking children. It would be such a pity to kill you for someone else, but I show no mercy…" he began, but Rosella interrupted him.
"Did you kwill Mommy and Daddy thoo?"
"Yes I did, you little brat," said Voldermort, and Harry started crying, setting Rosella off as well.
"I never liked babies, especially when they cry," Voldermort muttered.
As if she understood him, Rosella stopped crying and asked, "What name?"
"Voldermort, the Dark Lord," he growled, wondering why on earth would a one year old wanted to know his name.
"Moldhysorts, the Dork Lard!" giggled Rosella.
"Impudence!" he roared, getting ready to kill the little brats. At this Harry looked up at Voldermort and wobbled towards him on his short legs.
"You kwilled Mommy an' Daddy. I fight you you big ugwy man!" yelled Harry and punched his legs twice. (A/N: As usual, Harry's being incredibly brave and incredibly stupid.)
Voldermort winced. He never knew that a one year old could cause him pain at all, let alone nearly break his leg.
"Impudence!" he roared again, (A/N:Says that a lot doesn't he?) and a scared Harry scuttled back to his bed and hugged Rosella, who looked equally scared.
"Avada Kedavra! Avada Kedavra!" shouted Voldermort, with the speed of saying it just once. Before he realised it, two killing curses rushed back at him, and Voldermort became more than dead, but less than alive.
A/N: So what do you think? Its not any ordinary 'Harry Potter has a twin' story. Surprises coming up soon! Please review!