Waaaahhhhhhh, I always skip from one story to another when I get writers block... okay so this will be a pretty long story. Every chapter will follow the majority of sequence of events from the books. But obviously little changes here and there. This will be in Rose's point of view but will focus on both twins obviously!

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter! Even though I wish I did!

The-Twins-Who-Lived

It seemed that Professor McGonagall had reached the point she was most anxious to discuss, the real reason she had been waiting on a cold, hard wall all day, for neither as a cat nor as a woman had she fixed Dumbledore with such a piercing stare as she did now.

It was plain that whatever "everyone" was saying, she was not going to believe it until Dumbledore told her it was true. Dumbledore, however, was choosing another lemon drop and did not answer.

"What they're saying," she pressed on, "is that last night, Voldemort turned up in Godric's Hollow. He went to find the Potters. The rumor is that Lily and James Potter are —are —that they're —dead."

Dumbledore bowed his head. Professor McGonagall gasped.

"Lily and James . . . I can't believe it . . . I didn't want to believe it . . . Oh, Albus . . ."

Dumbledore reached out and patted her on the shoulder. "I know . . . I know . . . " he said heavily.

Professor McGonagall's voice trembled as she went on. "That's not all. They're saying he tried to kill the Potter twins, Harry and Rose. But —he couldn't. He couldn't kill them. No one knows why, or how, but they're saying that when he couldn't kill the twins, Voldemort's power somehow broke —and that's why he's gone."

Dumbledore nodded glumly.

"It's —its true?" Faltered Professor McGonagall. "After all he's done . . . All the people he's killed . . . He couldn't kill a little boy and girl? It's just astounding . . . Of all the things to stop him . . . But how in the name of heaven did Harry and Rose survive?"

"We can only guess," said Dumbledore. "We may never know."

He gave a great sniff as he took a golden watch from his pocket and examined it. "Hagrid's late. I suppose it was he who told you I'd be here, by the way?"

"Yes," said Professor McGonagall. "And I don't supposed you're going to tell me why you're here, of all places?"

"I've come to bring Harry and Rose to their aunt and uncle. They're the only family they have left now."

"You don't mean —you can't mean the people who live here?" Cried Professor McGonagall, jumping to her feet and pointing at number four. "Dumbledore - you can't. I've been watching them all day. You couldn't find two people who are less like us. And they've got this son —I saw him kicking his mother all the way up the street, screamint for sweets. Harry and Rose Potter to come live here!"

"It's the best place for them," said Dumbledore firmly. "They're aunt and uncle will be able to explain everything to them when they're older. I've written them a letter."

"A letter?" Repeated Professor McGonagall faintly, sitting back down on the wall. "Really, Dumbledore, you think you can explain all of this in a letter? These people will never understand them! They'll be famous —Legends —I wouldn't be surprised if today was known as Harry and Rose Potter day in the future —there will be books written about them —every child in our world will know their names!"

"Exactly," said Dumbledore, looking very seriously over the top of his half-moon glasses. "It would be enough to turn any child's head. Famous before they can walk and talk! Famous for something they won't even remember! Can't you see how much better off they'll be, growing up away from all that until they're ready to take it?"

Professor McGonagall opened her mouth, changed her mind, swallowed, and then said, "Yes — yes, you're right, of course. But how are the twins getting here, Dumbledore?" She eyed his cloak suddenly as though she thought he might be hiding them underneath it.

"Hagrid's bringing them"

"You think it — wise — to trust Harris with something as important as this?"

"I would trust Hagrid with my life," said Dumbledore.

"I'm not saying his heart isn't in the right place," said Professor McGonagall grudgingly, "but you can't pretend he's not careless. He does tend to — what was that?"

A low rumbling sound had broken the silence around them. — and a huge motorcycle fell out of the air and landed in the road in front of them.

If the motorcycle was huge it was nothing to the man sitting astride it. He was almost twice as tall as a normal manand at least five times as wide. And his vast muscular arms he was holding two bundles of blankets.

"Hagrid," said Dumbledore, sounding relieved. "At last. And where did you get that motorcycle?"

"Borrowed it, Professor Dumbledore, sir," said the giant, climbing carefully off the motorcycle as he spoke. "Young Sirius Black lent it to me. I've got them, sir."

"No problems, were there?"

"No, sir — house was almost destroyed, but I got them out all right before the muggles started swarmin' around. They fell asleep as we was fly in' over Bristol."

Dumbledoreand Professor McGonagall bent forward over the bundles of blankets. Inside, just visible was a baby boy and baby girl, both fast asleep. Under a tuft of both jet-black and soft dark red hair over their foreheads they could see the same curiously shaped cuts, like bolts of lightning.

"Is that where —?" Whispered Professor McGonagall.

"Yes," said Dumbledore. "They will both have that scar forever."

"Couldn't you do something about it, Dumbledore?"

"Even if I could, I wouldn't. Scars can come in handy. I have one myself above my left knee that is a prefect map of the London Underground. Well — give them here, Hagrid — we'd better get this over with."

Dumbledore took both Harry and Rose in his arms and turned towards the Dursleys' house.

"Could I — could I say goodbye to them, sir?" Asked Hagrid. He bent his great, shaggy head over Harry and Rose and gave them both what must have been a very scratchy, whiskery kiss. Then suddenly, Hagrid let out a howl like a wounded dog.

"Shhh!" Hissed Professor McGonagall, "you'll wake the muggles!"

"S-s-sorry," sobbed Hagrid, taking out a large, spotted handkerchief and burying his face in it. "But I c-c-can't stand it — Lily an' James dead — an' poor little Harry and Rose off ter live with muggles —"

"Yes, yes, it's all very sad, but get a grip on yourself, Hagrid, or we'll be found," Professor McGonagall whispered, patting Hagrid gingerly on the arms as Dumbledore stepped over the low garden wall and walked to the front door. He laid Harry and Rose gently on the doorstep, took a letter out of his cloak, tucked it inside their blankets, and then came back to the other two. For a full minute the three of them stood and looked at the little bundles; Hagrid's shoulders shook, Professor McGonagall blinked furiously, and the twinkling lights that usually shone from Dumbledore's eyes seemed to have gone out.

"Well," said Dumbledore finally, "that's that. We've no business staying here. We may as well go and join the celebrations"

"Yeah," said Hagrid in a very muffled voice, "I'll be takin' Sirius his bike back. G'night, Professor McGonagall — Professor Dumbledore, sir."

Wiping his steaming eyes on his jacket sleeve, Hagrid swung himself onto the motorcycle and kicked the engine into life, with a roar it rose into the air and off into the night.

"I shall see you soon, I expect, Professor McGonagall," said Dumbledore, nodding to her, Professor McGonagall blew her nose in reply.

Dumbledore turned and walked down the street.

"Good luck, Harry, Rose." He murmured. He turned on his heel and with a swish of his cloak, he was gone.

A breeze ruffled the neat hedges of Privet Drive, which lay silent and tidy under the inky sky, the very last place you would expect astonishing things to happen. Harry and Rose both rolled over facing each other without wake up. One small hand each closed on the letter between them and they slept on, not knowing they were special, not knowing they were famous, not knowing they would be woken up in a few hours' time by 's scream as she opened the front door to put out the milk bottles, not that they would spend the next few weeks being prodded and pinched by their cousin Dudley . . . .

They wouldn't know that at this very moment, people meeting in secret all over the country were holding up their glasses and saying in hushed voices:

"To Harry and Rose Potter — The Twins Who Lived!"

Okay sooooo first chapter kind of boring pretty much the same as the book with small changes here and there! Trust me it will get better and the changes will be more noticeable in the next chapters! Favorite, follow and review!