This fic and all the ideas in it was a request from Darkamy1. I am merely a humble ghost writer. Please be patient as I'm not sure how long it will be and how long it will take to complete.

This is a FNAF/HP crossover. There will be Harry gender bend, squib Harry/Dudley and Petunia, and twin who lived. Oh, and the most unusual pairing I have ever seen.

Of Magic And Pizzas

Emerald eyes snapped open as the raised voices of James and Lily Potter echoed round the house. The owner of the eyes was too young to know why her parents were yelling; only that they were and it was a little scary. Helena, younger twin of Gerard, children of Lily and James Potter, pulled herself up and gripped the bars of her pink decorated crib, whimpering softly as she listened to the angry voices of her parents. She glanced over to a similar crib; this one decked in shades of blue, and wondered why her brother wasn't awake.

Lily always said that Gerard could sleep through a hurricane, though Helena didn't know what that meant. All she knew was that her brother wasn't awake to comfort her, and she was too scared to make any noise to try and wake him up. Instead she dropped back down and grabbed her plush bear, cuddling it close to her as she heard her father yell, not old enough to realise that they were yelling about her.

OOO

'Lily we can't keep her! We can't have a squib in the family!'

'What difference does it matter if she's a squib?! She could be half Centaur for all I care, she's still our daughter!' the red head snapped back, furious that James was actually thinking about getting rid of her little girl.

The man sighed, running a hand through his already messy hair.

'Look Lily, I know she's our daughter, but I can't have a squib in the family. The Potters have never had a squib before, think of the shame it will bring us if we were to keep her. Can't you understand how bad this will look for us?'

'So you'd rather get rid of her like a piece of rubbish?! You sound like a Malfoy!' Lily growled.

James growled back, insulted that he would ever be compared to that slimy snake.

'I am NOTHING like Malfoy! That snake would kill any squib born into his precious family! All I want to do is put Helena into an orphanage. Hell Lily we could even take her to your sister if you're that worried about her'.

Lily narrowed her eyes.

Petunia, Lily's sister, was also a squib. However James didn't know this. James assumed the woman was a muggle.

To be honest it was better this way, as Lily knew what would happen if James knew the truth.

Petunia was actually a squib. That in itself James wouldn't care about, but it was what Petunia did that was the problem.

Around four hundred years ago, a squib descendant of Salazar Slytherin called Sarila, created a new form of magic, accessible only to squibs. She called it wicca. It allowed squibs to harness sources of magic from the world around them to increase their own power. This allowed them to match the power of the average witch or wizard, or, depending on how well they could harness this power, become more powerful.

The books recovered from that time were somewhat fuzzy on the details, but it seemed clear that Sarila wanted to follow in Salazar's footprints, using this power for her own uses, causing wide spread terror and death just like her ancestor.

Lily honestly didn't believe this to be true. In fact she felt this so called truth about wicca and those who used it was another of the pureblood's prejudice ideas to ensure those they felt were beneath them, stayed beneath them. Purebloods would certainly not stand for those who weren't born with magic to be able to use it.

Because of this prejudice though, just as with Salazar's gift of serpent speech, wiccans, as these squibs called themselves, earned a bad reputation. They were seen as corrupt and unnatural, using, stealing powers they had no right to use, powers that only witches and wizards felt they were privileged to use.

James didn't believe himself to be prejudice against squibs, personally he felt they should be taken to the muggle world and allowed to live there, happy and out of the way of those who were able to use magic. They could still have jobs, get married and have children, just as long as they did so away from the magical world. But these wiccans were different. They could use magic, magic that they had no right using. They could come into the magical world and spread their darkness, causing panic and fear.

Dark magic, no matter what it was, was something James detested. If he knew what Petunia could do, there would be no stopping him from doing god knows what to her.

No. Lily would not allow that to happen. And as much as she loved Petunia, Helena was staying here. Lily wasn't even comfortable visiting her sister, not because of the wicca, but because of Vernon.

Vernon was a brute. Lily wasn't even sure what Petunia saw in the man, if she even knew what he was like when she left the room. The few times they had visited she had seen him give the twins the evil eye. It had given her the shivers.

'She is staying here!'

'Lily you heard what Dumbledore said…'

'Oh I heard what Dumbledore said perfectly!'

It was only a week ago, but the incident would forever be burned into Lily's memory.

***FLASHBACK***

Lily smiled as she opened the door.

'Dumbledore! How are you? Come on in, the twins are in the living room with James'.

'Thank you my dear'.

Lily closed the door behind the man and waved him into the living room, where her children were playing and her husband looked for all the world like a big kid as he jumped around hanging banners and throwing streamers.

Albus Dumbledore chuckled.

'I see the festivities are in full swing'.

'Albus! Welcome! Please make yourself at home, we're nearly done with the decorations' James laughed.

'We can see that' Lily giggled, waving her wand to remove some confetti from her husband's hair. He flashed her a grin and scooped the nearest twin up, delighting in Gerard's squeal as he spun the child round.

Gerard was the elder of the twins, with Lily's bright red hair and James' cheeky brown eyes. Helena was the younger, and had inherited Lily's vivid green eyes and her dad's messy black hair.

'James! You'll make him sick!' Lily scolded with a smile.

The man simple grinned back and did the same with their daughter, the girl giggling loudly and clapping.

Lily sighed and offered Albus a drink, to which he accepted with twinkling eyes as he watched James prance around. He chuckled as Gerald toddled over to a pile of coloured paper, Helena quickly following.

'Ah it seems like time flies. It seems only yesterday that they were born and now you are celebrating their first birthday'.

James finished with the decorations, quickly scooping up the twins before they could grab at any of them.

'I know what you mean. Lily keeps saying we should be lucky that we still have a year until they hit the terrible twos'.

He placed the pair into the playpen, straightening when he heard his wife call out for him to help with the food.

'Do you mind keeping an eye on them Albus?'

'Not at all my boy!' the elder replied, happily pulling himself out the chair and heading over.

James smiled in thanks and went to help Lily in the kitchen.

Albus reached in and wiggled his fingers at the twins, creating sparkles to the pair's delight. He chuckled as Gerard tried to copy him, the toddler choosing to wave his arms round wildly. Helena soon followed, making an amusing scene as the pair tried to outdo each other.

Albus' eyes twinkled when Gerard suddenly managed to create a small amount of sparks. The child laughed joyfully.

'My my, you will be a powerful boy when you grow older' Albus spoke, tapping the boy on his nose and smiling as he giggled.

Helena, not wanting to be left out, tried to copy her brother's actions. However Albus noticed that she wasn't faring as well.

'Not to worry my dear, you will catch up' he chuckled, deciding to give the child a hand and reached out with his own magic to give hers a small boost.

He frowned.

He reached out again, and the result was the same.

'Oh dear. James will be heartbroken'.

Just to make sure, he pulled out his wand and tapped the child gently on the head. Words formed above her, and his frown grew.

'This will not do at all'.

'Everything ok Albus?'

He glanced up at the pair and attempted a smile.

'I'm afraid I may have some bad new for you'.

'Are they ok?' Lily asked, going over to check on her babies.

'Yes yes, they are fine. It's just…'

'Yes?' James prompted.

Albus sighed.

'Well. I created some sparkled to entertain them, and they decided to try and copy me. Gerald managed to produce a few weak sparks…'

'But that's great news!' James beamed.

'Ah yes it certainly is. However Helena wasn't able to copy her brother's actions' Albus spoke.

'But that's not a bad thing. Gerard is just a little stronger than her, right? She'll catch up' Lily replied.

Albus shook his head.

'I'm afraid that won't be possible. You see I reached out with my own magic to help her out, so that she wouldn't feel left out of the run, and I felt nothing'.

The room grew silent.

'What do you mean?' James whispered.

'I'm afraid my boy, that your daughter is a squib' Albus responded gravely.

James swallowed.

'She…she can't be. Albus she can't be. The Potters have never birthed a squib before!'

Lily frowned, leaning over to scoop Helena up.

'James, is it really that bad? Being a squib shouldn't matter. She's still our daughter' she asked quietly.

Both her husband and Albus turned to her, It was James though that worried her, looking for all the world like she'd said something stupid.

'Lily, what will people say? When Gerald goes to Hogwarts, what will people think if Helena doesn't go with him? This…this could ruin us'.

Lily frowned and made to speak, only for Albus to interrupt.

'Now my boy there is nothing wrong with squibs. However my dear you must understand the implications. Young Helena will grow up resenting the fact that you can all do magic and she can't. Plus…'

Here he closed his eyes, looking his age.

'Plus, what will happen if Voldemort gets word of this?'

Lily whimpered, clutching her daughter tighter. Voldemort was already after them, but if he knew Helena was a squib, he would be ruthless in his torture of her.

She shook herself out of it.

'I understand Albus' she replied softly.

Even so. Just because Helena was a squib doesn't mean James should look at her like she meant less than Gerard. It wasn't right.

For the rest of the day her thoughts loomed over her head, and she could see James was the same. However it was the looks James gave Helena that worried her.

Surely he wasn't thinking about getting rid of their little girl?

***FLASHBACK***

As it turned out, that was exactly what he was thinking, and was the cause of the argument that had started that day and lasted until now. Not even Remus and Sirius knew about Albus' discovery.

'Lily, enough'.

She gave him a startled glance. His expression was far too serious.

'The decision is final. I will not have a squib living here. I am the head of this family, and my orders are final!'

'Your orders. Your orders! Well Lord Potter you can take your God damned orders and shove them where the sun don't shine!' Lily screamed.

'Lily…'

'Get out! You are sleeping on the couch until I've calmed down!'

James flinched, scowling. Damn it this was all that brat's fault! Why did she have to be born a squib and ruin his happy family?!

'OUT!'

He found himself blasted out the room and the door slammed shut behind him.

'Lily…!'

He tried the door, only to be hit with an electric shock.

'Lily!'

Grabbing his wand he tried unlocking the door with magic, only for it to fail.

'Lily open the door! Please Lily, I don't like this any more than you do!'

No answer.

James tries again, and again, and finally slumps downstairs, muttering under his breath along the way.

Lily meanwhile was on the phone making the most important decision she had ever made, and it almost broke her heart to do so.

From the moment she saw the look in James' eyes a week ago; she'd been planning for the worst. Thankfully, she had help.

'Petunia?'

She smiled with a sob when her sister answered, sounding concerned.

'Petunia, do you remember what we talked about if, heaven forbid, something happened to one of our children?'

She sighed when she received a positive answer.

'It's happened. I need you to contact Albus Dumbledore, tell him to come to the house at midnight. The plan is on'.

OOO

A few hours later, Lily cracked open the bedroom door and crept downstairs where her husband lay snoring. She gazed at him for a while, both angry and upset that he would ever dream of giving away one of their children. Sighing softly Lily cast a strong sleeping spell over him and headed back upstairs to pack.

The she headed to the nursery.

Helena was still wide awake, clutching at her teddy bear she whimpered softly as her mother walked in.

'Oh sweetie, did we wake you?' Lily cooed, lifting her girl out the crib and cuddling her close.

Helena, now that the yelling was over, abandoned her bear to clutch at her mother, sniffling into her shoulder.

'Mummy's sorry sweetie, mummy's so very sorry' Lily whispered.

She waved her wand and packed up all of Helena's things, then, holding her daughter close, she approached her son's crib.

Gerard had barely stirred, and she managed a small smile.

'You can sleep through anything honey, just like your father'.

She leaned in and kissed him on the forehead, fighting tears.

'Mommy loves you son. Mommy is so sorry'.

Helena patted her mother's cheek, wanting her to cheer up.

Lily gave her a watery smile and, with one final glance to Gerard, left the nursery and headed downstairs.

Glancing over at James just to be sure, Lily grabbed the car keys and left, buckling Helena in the passenger seat and starting up the engine.

The tears fell down her cheeks as she drove down the road.

OOO

Meanwhile at the Dursleys, Petunia was copying her sister, quietly packing away both her and Dudley's belongings.

Vernon was out cold, sleeping like the dead courtesy of a strong wiccan sleeping potions slipped into his favourite brandy.

He didn't know about Petunia, god help her if he ever found out. He thought magic of any sort was freakish, and while, thank heavens, he had never lifted his hand to either her or their son, his methods of punishing those he thought were in the wrong were very heavy handed

Petunia held out her ring, a special one made from rose gold and rose quartz in the shape of a Celtic knot, and with it packed the last of their things.

The ring was the focus for her wicca powers. It allowed her to copy the magic of witches and wizards to do just about everything she wished. Such as telekinetically move things around.

'Mummy?'

Smiling she turned to her two year old son, who was standing watching her from his crib. Dudley was also a squib, and when he was old enough she would teach him how to use the wiccan power.

Not that Vernon ever needed to know, of course.

'Yes sweetie?'

'Where we going?' Dudley asked, scrunching his face up in confusion as he rubbed his eyes. He'd been woken up a while ago and kept entertained watching things flying round his room.

Petunia took pride in her son being able to speak so well. It was certainly no thanks to Vernon, who would rather leave the boy's needs all to her while he took credit for his strapping son.

It was because of her husband that Dudley was showing signed of being overweight. Vernon wouldn't dream of having anything other than a perfect child, and to him perfect meant being the same weight as he was.

'Darling we're going on a long holiday with your auntie Lily and your cousin Helena. Won't that be fun?' Petunia answered.

Dudley's answer was to smile brightly. He loved going on holiday, and mummy always told him that because he was the elder of the three he was to help take care of his younger cousins. He didn't see Helena and Gerard and his auntie Lily all that often, but the few times he did he delighted in showing them his toys and taking their hands to help them walk just like mummy did with him. And auntie Lily was always nice to him, sneaking him grapes when daddy wasn't looking.

He didn't think it strange that he had never seen his uncle James.

Petunia closed her suitcase just as there came a knock on the door.

'That'll be your auntie Lily' she said, smiling at her son's excitement as she went to let her sister in.

'You look shattered'.

Lily managed a smile as she was hustled inside and led upstairs. Her smile was a little brighter as she greeted her nephew, sitting Helena in the crib when both children indicated they wanted to play.

Petunia quickly went downstairs to make some tea, heading up a few minutes later and handing a cup over.

'Thank you. I just can't believe I have to resort to this' Lily sighed, taking a sip.

'I can't believe that man wants to get rid of his own daughter. So what if she's a squib' Petunia spoke with a scowl.

They watched the children play for a moment before Lily sighed and turned to her sister.

'I've already spoken with Albus, he'll be here shortly'.

'You've told me part of this plan Lily, and I agree wholeheartedly. But you know James will look for you' Petunia said.

Lily cradled the cup in her hands.

'I know. But if I've leaned one thing about the magical world, it's that they have very little common sense. James will look for me in Britain. He may even decide to look in France. But he'll never think to look outside elsewhere. And even if he does, America is a big place'.

'So how will we get there?' Petunia asked.

Lily took a breath. This was really happening. Nodding to herself she faced her sister.

'Albus will give us a portkey, it will take us to a sailing port in Madrid. He has also secured us tickers to a boat that will take us from Spain to America'.

'Can the portkey be traced?'

'I can't say it will. Not if Albus made it. Even if it was, taking muggle transport to America will throw James' Lily answered, sounding more confident than she was.

'You've read more about the wiccan culture there than I have. Will Helena be ok there?' she then asked.

Petunia nodded.

'She'll be fine. Over there there is no magical ministry. Wiccans can live there peacefully, same with magical creatures. I've heard that those who were wronged or mistreated have gathered their for a better life'.

'And the muggles?'

'There is only one rule in the magical culture. The non magical humans must never know that magic exists. They've managed to keep this rule far better than Britain'.

Petunia trailed off, muttering to herself about incompetent wizards unable to follow their own rules.

Lily chuckled softly.

'Anyway, once we're there and settled in, we can stay hidden for as long as we need to. Until the children are old enough to take care of themselves at least. We can find others to help us teach them the wiccan ways' Petunia continued.

'We'll have to hide ourselves away from others. From civilisation' Lily sighed.

'I know. We can only go into the big cities and towns if absolutely necessary. You asked Dumbledore about the camping material?'

Lily nodded.

'He'll bring a wizard space tent, it should be fully equipped with everything we need'.

'He's been a really big help. I wonder why I ever found him annoying. Must be the robes' Petunia joked.

She managed to get her sister to giggle. The tension fell as the pair watched the children play. Dudley had asked for his bricks, and was showing Helena how to make a tower. The soft mattress was making it quite hard, but he had managed a small one, and with glee helped his cousin in pushing it over.

'Lily?'

The red head turned to her sister.

'Are you sure about this? Really sure? This decision won't just affect you and Helena after all'.

Lily looked away.

'I've been asking myself the same questions. It breaks my heart to leave Gerard, and even though James is being a prat I still love him. I love them both so dearly'.

She took a shuddering breath.

'But I have to do this. James will defend Gerald with his life, and Sirius and Remus will be there for him as well. Helena needs me; she needs me to do this for her'.

Petunia set her cup down and pulled her sister into a hug, allowing Lily to cry on her shoulder. She had asked herself the same question a few hours ago, after drugging Vernon and watching him sleep.

When she first met him he was so charming, sweeping her off her feet and taking her out for fancy meals. She had fallen for him, hard. Their wedding was a big day, and she could say with all honesty than when she repeated her vows, she was completely sincere when she said she would love and cherish him for better or worse, richer or poorer, sickness or health, until the day they died.

It was after the wedding, when she had fallen pregnant, that she had seen his darker side. She knew he had somewhat narrowed views of the world, that he didn't like those who were different. She knew he liked to rant about the gay couple down the street, or the black man who worked at the corner store, or the single father at Grunnings.

She may not have agreed with him, but his ranting never really bothered her.

But discovering that her sister was a witch, and had married a wizard, really set Vernon off. She had lost count of the amount of times he had ranted and raved about the "freaks". How if he had his way there wouldn't be a single freak left in Britain.

Even this she could have managed, if she hadn't noticed the looks he gave her whenever she did anything related to magic.

Even watching a magic show in TV set him off, and heaven forbid her if she pulled the old "got your nose" trick with Dudley.

No, Vernon liked his perfect little world exactly as it was. Exactly as he wanted it to be. A loving, normal wife, a strapping young son, a perfectly cooked dinner on the table ready for him the moment he got home, and a perfectly cooked breakfast the moment he got up. He was the bread maker, as it should be, and he controlled what was spent in the house. Petunia didn't need a dishwasher, but he needed that brand new TV.

Dudley on the other hand, he could ask for the moon and Vernon would deliver. He would have had his son spoilt and fat by the time he hit four, and there wouldn't have been a single thing Petunia could have done about it.

She knew. She just knew that if she stayed here, stayed with him, that he would eventually start using his fists on her instead of his words.

'Petunia, am I a bad mother? Am I acting just like James?'

She shook herself out her thoughts and turned her attention back to her little sister. Lily needed her, Lily wasn't just leaving her husband, she was leaving her other child as well.

Petunia didn't know if she could ever have done the same if she had two children, even if it meant safety for the other one.

'No Lily. You would never abandon your children. You said so yourself, Gerard had plenty of people to look after him. And I'm sure Dumbledore will keep an eye on him as well'.

Lily nodded, but her mind was still troubled.

A second knock at the door startled both of them, and Lily hurried downstairs to let Albus in.

'Thank you for this Albus; I don't know what we'd do without you'.

The man smiled kindly, handing over the things he'd gathered. He was led upstairs and gazed sadly at the children playing.

'Lily are you sure about this? It seems a bit extreme'.

'Albus you heard James, he won't have a squib in his precious family' Lily protested.

Albus lifted his hands in a calming gesture.

'Let me talk to him my dear. I'm sure the shock made him say these things. He would surely not get rid of his daughter, squib or otherwise. Family will always come before pureblood tradition'.

'And what about the idea of his daughter becoming a wiccan? You know how your world feels about that?' Petunia asked with narrowed eyes.

Albus nodded.

'Yes I'm very much aware of how wizards see wiccans. I'm sure James would love his daughter regardless of what religion she turned to'.

Albus didn't for a second believe that wiccans were dark or evil. While it was true a descendent of Slytherin was the one to create the religion, it was hardly dark magic.

Albus saw those who practiced the art as servants of nature, helping to balance the world. He believed this was why Sarila Slytherin created this religion, and he truly didn't understand how others could see it as something bad.

But, for all his preaching, no one would listen. He may be a great wizard, but he could turn everyone's minds to his thinking.

If young Helena became a wiccan, something he suspected Petunia was, then there was nothing wrong with it.

But that was neither here nor there. He was here to try and pursuit Lily to remain with her husband. He couldn't believe that James hated his daughter, just because she was a squib.

He knew his attempts would be in vain, and he made a promise to himself that little Gerard would not grow up with his father's prejudice thinking.

Lily shook her head.

'No. I'm sorry Albus, but you weren't there. I've never seen this side of him before'.

She looked at him pleadingly.

'You will help take care of Gerard? Don't let him forget me?'

'Of course I will child. He will always know who his mother is' Albus soothed.

He watched as they shrunk their belongings and gathered their children, handing them the portkey.

'It will activate in a few moments. There is just one more thing…'

The pair glanced at him. He raised his wand over his head.

'I Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore, do hereby swear, that I will keep the location of Lily Potter nee Evans, Helena Potter, Petunia Dursley nee Evans, and Dudley Dursley, a secret. So mote be it'.

His magic flashed around them, making the children giggle. The sisters gave him grateful looks as the portkey activated and they disappeared, never to be seen in England again.