A/N - Hello readers. This is a new story I've chosen to post. I'm going through my other stories and hopefully will be posting more soon. Anyway, enjoy. If you have any suggestions you would like to see in the story, put it in a review or pm.
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"The One who was loved
But stolen from the light
Follows a path leading to night.
The One who was weak
But stolen from the strong
Follows a path to prove them all wrong.
The One who was strange
But stolen from those with a passion
Follows a path leading her to imagine.
The One who is dark
But befriends those deserving
Follows a path leading not into serving.
One more who has loved
And is forever loyal
Must choose a side and be unafraid to toil.
Together the four and one undecided
Will help only those who have provided.
But for those against, who they fought
The four and one will deliver what they sought."
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The night of July 31st was filled with screams in the maternity wing of St. Mungo's hospital. Eleven o'clock on the dot, Harry Remus Potter was born. Black tufts of hair covered his head, and his bright emerald green eyes peered up in curiosity. His mother, Lily Potter saw her first born for only a short amount of time. For the next half an hour, friends and family impatiently waited to be let into the room. Exactly a half an hour after his brother, Benjamin Sirius Potter was born. He had tufts of scruffy red hair and brown eyes full of tears. Ben was held in his father's arm and Harry in his mother's.
Remus, Sirius, Severus, and Alice Longbottom were finally allowed to enter the room. Severus and Alice immediately went to Lily's side, while Remus and Sirius stopped at James first. James announced to Sirius that he was Ben's godfather. Lily shot him a look for not speaking to her first, but softened when she saw Sirius's overjoyed expression.
"And little Harry Remus Potter's godfather will be Sev." James opened his mouth to protest but everyone but Sirius glared at him.
Turning back to Sirius (who was making faces at Ben), he sighed. Harry reached his arms out and Lily followed where his hands were aiming. Smiling, she handed him to Severus Snape, one of her closest friends. Not knowing what to do, Severus tried to copy the way Lily held him. The baby had many features similar to James Potter, but his startling green eyes were Lily's. While he examined the baby's features, Harry looked up at him and gave a small squeal of delight. He then reached out with a small chubby hand and grabbed one of the shiny black buttons on Severus's shirt. Still clinging to the button, Harry's eyes slipped closed and he fell asleep. Severus tried to stay calm and looked to Alice and Lily for help.
Sirius, wanting to see his other 'nephew', carefully took Harry from Sev's arms. Harry, sensing he was being moved, promptly opened his eyes. After studying the scruffy looking man, who was currently trying to make the now awake baby laugh, Harry burst into tears. Sirius looked lost and attempted to calm the new-born down to no avail. Ben, hearing his brother cry, also burst into tears. James handed Ben to Lily, who gently rocked the boy. Sirius handed Harry to James; the yells stopped, but tears still streamed down his face. The boy looked helplessly to Severus. As soon as James realized this, he grudgingly handed over his son. Within moments, Harry was yet again asleep in the dark potion master's arms.
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A little more than a year later, on October 31st, rain fell softly on late trick-or-treaters. The night was dark, but pale light shone out of a few house's windows. Godric's Hallow was quite peaceful on the late Halloween night. In one specific house, two parents were trying to keep calm by entertaining their two toddlers. Two twin boys, by the names of Ben and Harry Potter, giggled as their father let bubbles emerge from the tip of his wand. James Potter's black hair was messier than usual, probably due to him constantly running his hand through it.
A red haired woman, by the name of Lily Potter nee Evans, stood in the nearby doorway, smiling slightly at the scene. Dark bags set under her stunning green eyes from lack of sleep.
A loud bang sounded form the door and fear sparked in the woman's eyes. With a quick nod to her husband, she scooped up both boys and ran up the stairs and into the nursery.
Downstairs, James faced the door. His wand was at the ready in his hand, ready to defend his family. The door was blown off its hinges and tossed against the opposite wall. A handsome man entered the room, followed by three people clad in black robes and silver masks. The man leading them was tall and thin. His features told that he was no older than his early thirties. However, the one thing that stood out the most on the intruding man were his eyes. They were red, the colour of a bloomed rose.
James fired whatever spells came into his head. "Expelliarmus! Confringo! Diffindo! Avis! Oppugno!" He continued to fire, his wand flicking nonstop.
The man known as Voldemort, or He-who-must-not-be-named, easily blocked the attempts and sent several stunners at the Auror. James Potter hit the floor, unconscious but alive.
Voldemort proceeded up the stairs in search for Lily and her sons, closely followed by the three masked figures. The stairs creaked slightly and family pictures lined the walls. Coming to a room with colourful letters spelling out 'Ben and Harry's room', he blasted open the door. The women inside screamed and stood in front of the crib that held both boys.
Ben leaned on his brother, staying close to his green eyed twin. He loved his brother dearly and knew Harry would protect him. Harry, on the other hand, wrapped his arms around his brother, holding him protectively. He looked up with shining emerald eyes at Voldemort's red stare.
"No! Not my boys! Not my Harry! Not my Ben! Take me instead, please!"
"Stand aside, foolish girl." Lily sobbed and stood her ground, her wand was sadly dropped sometime during the rush upstairs. "Imperio."
Voldemort flicked his wand at Lily, and she moved, doing as he bid. Tears ran down her pale cheeks as she stood against the wall, about to watch Voldemort murder her sons. But, Voldemort did not take aim at the boys, instead he studied them. It looked as if he was judging which one was better. Making his decision quickly, he reached into the crib and pulled Harry out. Ben clung to his brother, crying for him, before Harry slipped out of his grasp.
Voldemort looked into Harry's eyes and Harry looked back. Suddenly Voldemort smirked, he had found him. Taking Harry with him, Voldemort and his followers apparated away to headquarters. The curse on Lily was lifted and she ran to Ben, hugging him close while both cried.
Five minutes later, Dumbledore and the Order arrived. Dumbledore arrived at the scene first. Finding Lily and Ben sobbing, he attempted to calm both of the down to find out what happened. James, being 'ennervate'd, ran up the stairs to his wife just in time to hear Lily's words.
"He took him Albus. Voldemort took Harry."
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The next morning, the story of the missing Potter was all over the news. Of course, the general public only knew that Harry was kidnapped; not that Voldemort was behind the kidnapping.
Much of the Order was in a depression. They had all met little Harry, the sweet little boy who loved his younger brother. Said younger brother was still crying. He stopped only to sleep, but the second he could not locate Harry, he started to wail again. It broke many of the member's hearts.
The meeting had truly started ten minutes ago, but the Longbottoms had yet to arrive. Another five minutes had passed, before Albus sent Sirius to check on the Longbottoms. The Black heir nodded and rushed off the fireplace to floo to Longbottom manor.
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Thirty minutes previously:
Frank and Alice had just finished dressing their son Neville. Alice put her son in a playpen and followed her husband to double check the diaper bag he packed. Spreading everything out on the coffee table, Alice cast a charm to make the bag bottomless before repacking the bag, summoning other items as she packed.
Suddenly a hole was blast in the living room wall. A mass of figures dressed in black was gathered behind a man. This was a man known throughout the wizarding world as He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named.
Frank and Alice were immediately on their guard. They were two of the best Aurors and were ready to fight. Although, they had no idea why Voldemort was here.
"What do you want, Voldemort?" Frank called to the Dark Lord.
An evil grin spread across his pale face, "Your son."
Alice faltered; her son hadn't even shown any magic skills yet. What would he want with her son?
"Why? He doesn't even have magic." Frank said confidently; he loved his son dearly, but couldn't help but question.
Voldemort glanced at the slightly chubby child. The child looked back in curiosity, standing in his playpen leaning against the side. He could feel the power coming from the child; Voldemort had always been sensitive to magical auras.
"That, is you first mistake." The Longbottoms were confused, but had no time to react when the Dark Lord sent two stunners at the Aurors. Both fell to the ground, their wands still in their hands. Voldemort approached the baby and picked him up.
Neville Michael Longbottom had flat, brown hair like his father. His brown eyes were wide as he examined Voldemort's face. This baby was slightly heavier than Harry, but just as brave and curious. Voldemort apparated away with the baby, his group of followers copying his action.
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Sirius burst through fireplace. The first thing he saw was the giant whole in the adjacent wall of the living room. Lying on the floor opposite the whole was Frank and Alice. Sirius sent a patronus to Albus and the Order before casting 'ennervate' on both Longbottoms. Frank jumped in to action, but Alice started to cry. When Albus arrived with the Order, he heard words he did not want or expect to hear again.
"He took him Albus. Voldemort took Neville."
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Albus Dumbledore sat in his office sucking on a lemon drop. More and more problems just kept coming up. First there was a prophecy told by his new Divination teacher Trelawny, and then there was the two boys stolen by Voldemort himself. What else could possibly go wrong?
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Lily and James Potter sat with Ben asleep in Lily's arms. The poor child needed his sleep after crying almost all day. The Longbottoms sat across from the Potters in the homey living room. Alice was clutching her husband's hand with a photo of her baby in her lap. The two families could only hope the Ministry and Order could find their children, though in the bottom of their hearts they all knew that there was no way they would be found.
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Voldemort stood in a nursery set up by his house elves. They were all delighted to have two new Young Masters to take care of. The room was average, with all the necessary furnishing for two babies. They would stay here until they did not have to sleep in cribs anymore. Then they would be moved to a much grander room they would share.
Stopping at the doorway, Voldemort turned to face both sleeping boys. They would be his heirs. His family. His sons.