The story is mine, the idea (as crazy as it is) all mine, the world however is not and belongs to J.K. Rowling. I hope she will not mind if I portkeyed her characters into my crazy ramblings.

An idea kept bouncing around in my head, after all the fanfiction I have read and since seeing HP and the Half Blood Prince it simply refused to leave me alone. It is a work in progress, do not worry I have more then just this, sometimes work does keep me busy so…no idea how the updates will be.

Darkness

The Beginning in the past.

The night sky was lit up by lighting, and although it was almost midnight the flashing made it seem like the middle of the day. Thunder and lighting mingled, you could not tell were one ended and the other began. Not a soul ventured outside in this weather, well almost no one. A dark figure rushed up the long driveway, cursing the lord of the manor for his apparition wards. The missive had arrived only minutes before but the owl that brought it had been exhausted from its flight through the storm. How long had it taken to get to him? If only he could have used the floo system. He just knew he had to hurry.

Finally the house loomed before him, the front door was open his best friend waiting to greet him. Entering the house at a run he disregarded his wet cloak dropping it to the floor not bothering with etiquette.

"Upstairs?"

"Yes…"

An ear piercing scream rang through the house, having both men running up the stairs. First floor at the end of the dark corridor a stream of profanities was thrown at both men as soon as they barged through the door wands drawn.

The room held two occupants, one screaming in pain, the other doing her best to bring comfort but not really succeeding.

"Just a little bit longer sweetie, it will end I promise you…"

"How…can…you…say…that… You…have…no…idea…what I'm going…through!"

"Look they're here; I told you they would be." The women sitting next to the bed pointed at the door. The two men stood frozen in the entrance staring at the woman in the four poster bed. Dark hair plastered on her face, her cheeks strained with tears. Looking very vulnerable, something never seen on the proud pure blood. Her hands clasped around her belly that was huge, in the last stages of pregnancy. Ready to deliver but from the looks of it, not really going very smoothly.

"I…HATE…you both, ARGH!" another contraction hit her heard. "Please, please get them out of me. I can't do this anymore." Fresh tears streamed down her face, "something is wrong I can feel it…something is wrong, please."

That last please had both men moving. One went to the other site of the bed, holding both women's hand. "It'll be alright, you'll see. He's here now, he knows what to do. Remember we worked so hard for them."

The other had moved to the table placed in the room, opening his bag concentrating, and setting about his task. They had researched for months, and then when the first part had worked another nine to bring it to a good end. He needed to concentrate, focus, lives were at stake and he was damned if he'd lose any.

"When did you remove the glamour?" He asked his back still to the bed. When no response came he turned back and walks up to the bed. "When?"

"Yesterday…"

"WHAT?" He stared, "we agreed you would remove it when you were eight months along."

"Yessssssss, we…agreed." She could not continue, her eyes shut, biting her teeth, fighting a scream.

"We did agree but it simply wasn't possible. You weren't here, she's his favourite you know this he wants her near him almost all the time. We tried but eventually she had to show herself. Besides, that husband of hers made his demands too." That last part was sneered, an expression rarely seen on the angelic face of the young lady.

"Did he…did he take her."

"Once, yes I think she was 6 months along, it was over pretty fast."

This was not good, the glamour was only meant for emergencies, not hours, days on end.

Walking back to the table he picked up three vials filled with potion.

"Here have her drink these; I'm going to get ready."

A feeble no, was heard but he ignored it. Focus…

She still had not taken the potions, kneeling down he looked her straight in the eye, "Take the potions, the babies are not going to come in a natural way, I'll have to do it the muggle way. You knew when we started; that this could happen. The three of us, we're all here for you, and we're not going to let them die. Now take the potions and sleep, when you wake up. Our children will be waiting for you."

It did not take all that long, but it felt like hours. Still it was worth it. Twins, a boy and a girl, sleeping peacefully in their mother's arms, who in turn was gazing in wonder at the two bundles. All were exhausted but could not, would not leave the room, not yet. The real world could wait a little while longer. For now they gazed at the two tiny new life forms sleeping. One blond, one black haired child, a miracle. June 21th, 1980 they had become parents.

"Well gentlemen, congratulations…we did it" The young woman embraced her husband.

"Yes that we did, but now the hard part." He kissed his wife's head, holding her tight. "HE must never know or we'll all be dead."

Walking to the bed and taking the seat his friend had just vacated he sat next to his lover and mother of his children, gently his finger caressing his son's cheek. Still sound a sleep a tiny had grabbed hold of his finger.. If his heart was ever a block of ice now it was a hot burning flame. A flame of love, protection, family, for the 5 people around him. His lover, his best friends, and their two children. He felt like he could take on the world, still a spec of doubt was always in the back of his mind, like always so many things could go wrong.

How right he was.

The little bit of peace they had, was shattered. Their left arm burning, the Dark Lord was calling.

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Author's note,

Mistakes are most likely a given. I do not have a beta, English is not my first language and I have written a word in over 6 years.

DDM