(Aaaaaaaaaand we are back! This is going to be the first full story that we have written since Entering Veriska, and Ren and I are so excited for this! Please, please review, it'll let us know how we're doing as a writer and tell us what we need to improve. Ren is currently suspended from disclaimer duty, so I suppose it shall have to be up to me. Hem-hem, the Ministry and the Minister of Magic does hereby decree that the persons Slythindor and Ren do not nor will ever own the Harry Potter universe, as that right goes to the founder of Magic itself, J.K Rowling)

Approximately 15 months ago, Lily Potter gave birth to two beautiful children-twins infact. One child, the elder, was named Harry James Potter. Harry Potter had his father's hair, the kind that stuck up in every kind of direction no matter how many spells Lily tried to keep it flat, and he had his mother's killing curse green eyes. He was the more outgoing of the twins, making both him and his sister's needs vocal. On the other hand, Xanthe Potter had her mother's sleek hair, only Xanthe's hair was black with tufts of deep auburn, and two different color eyes. One was hazel like her father, and the other was a bright green like her mother and brother. Xanthe was a quiet child except for when she was playing with her brother, and Lily could not consider herself any luckier. She had two of the most beautiful children in the world, a devoted husband, and a group of friends who would lay down their lives for her.

Or at least that's what she had thought, until that night.

She was currently in the nursery, pushing every shred of furniture that she could move in front of the door, dropping both of her babies in the same cot. She swallowed thickly as she continued to hear James yelling and the sound of furniture breaking. She turned towards the twins, both of them staring at her quietly without a fuss as if they understood the seriousness of the situation. Dropping in front of them, she reached under their nighties and took out two lockets in the shape of a broken heart. Placing them together, she spoke the word clearly and slowly, knowing just about every alarm would be sounding with this one word.

"Solace."

Miles away, a dozen of alarms started wailing in the Headmaster of Hogwarts office, along as the Auror office in the Ministry.

The lockets shone brightly, and Lily found herself looking away, tears blurring her vision as she took her pocketknife out of her pocket. She slit a line in her palm, watching the blood begin to gush out just as she heard the sound of a body hitting the floor. Oh James...she forced the wave of grief that threatened to swallow her as she smeared both of the twin's foreheads with her blood, and she began chanting quietly. Just as she was speaking the last word the door swung open, cutting her off as she stood with a flourish, whirling around towards the monster known as Lord Voldemort.

"Step aside mudblood, you need not die today if you give me the children." A hysterical laugh bubbled out of Lily's throat as she raised an eyebrow in a distinct manner of her old childhood friend, the one who first told her she was a witch, and the person who would be the first to discover her body.

"You must be more brain addled than we thought if you think for an instant that I will give you my children, you arrogant toerag!" Her words snapped at the air waspishly, and Voldemort watched her for a moment, his nose flaring.

"This is your last chance you foolish girl, step aside!" Lily cast a glance towards the door, hearing the sound of pounding feet hitting the pavement, along with the sound of a roaring motorcycle. Closing her eyes she prayed silently-Sirius please, get to the children first, please don't do anything stupid, and please, tell Petunia I love her. Opening her eyes slowly, she stared at Voldemort as her green orbs glew. Without a moment's hesitation, she flung herself at Voldemort, impaling the pocketknife drenched in her blood into his body. He roared and slashed his wand, sending her flying back and crashing into a wall. She groaned softly, her body protesting all movement. She contemplated just standing there-when in the first time in 3 months she heard Xanthe begin to wail.

Pushing herself to her elbows, she looked through her curtain of blood red hair just in time to see Voldemort level his wand towards her coolly. A lone tear streamed down her face for her children who would grow up without their parents, and Lily Potter spoke the last words of her life, blood trickling down the corner of her mouth.

"Not...my...children...not Harry...nor Xanthe.." Pale thin lips moved as a familiar dog bark of a voice yelled from the outside

"JAMES! LILY!" Green eyes watched the door, and from the corner of her eye she saw a familiar flare of black robes along with purple ones decorated with stars, and the end of a long white beard. Before either of the people she saw could react, she saw a flash of green and felt rushing wind-heard her own scream along with about 2 others, the sound of two babies crying, and then-

Nothing.

Voldemort turned his wand towards the children, snarling to the man behind him

"You're too late Dumbledore! Avada Kedavra!" A green light shot out towards the two children holding each other, and both of them let out a resounding cry as an image of a witch with long red hair and green eyes appeared in front of them, her eyes hard and cold-only seen to Voldemort, but everyone heard the last whispered words.

Not my children.

Dumbledore was barely able to cover himself, Severus, and the twins in a shield as the house held its breath and exploded outwards.

3 hours later, when All Hallow's Eve had faded into the first of November, Albus Dumbledore appeared weary and tired on the doorstep of Number 4, Little Whinging, Surrey. 6 destinies changed that day with that one action, and at the time it could not be determined whether it would be for the better or the worse. Removing something from his purple robes decorated with stars, Albus turned his attention towards his deputy headmistress, clicking a button and making them invisible to everyone but who thought to look for them

"Albus! Is it true?" Removing a lemon drop laced with a calming potion from his pocket, Dumbledore popped it into his mouth and nodded mournfully. He sucked on the treat for a moment before speaking slowly

"Yes...James and Lily Potter are no more, and Sirius Black is on his way to Azkaban as we speak. There is a hunt going on for Peter Pettigrew, many believe that Sirius killed him." He paused for a moment, getting his bearings as he heard Minerva's slight sob. He patted her arm softly as she spoke, her eyes glittering in the evening light.

"And what of their children? Are they going to go to the Longbottoms since Alice is their godmother and listed as their primary caretaker should Siri-Black not be available?" Dumbledore shook his head, causing McGonagall to bristle. "Then who are they going to stay with Albus? They cannot stay with Lupin, the ministry shan't let him keep them-"

"They will not stay in the wizarding world, my dear Minerva. Such fame would possibly inflate their heads at such a young age, I believe it is best that they stay here."

"Stay here?! Albus, these are the worst sorts of muggles, if we leave these children here, who knows how they will be treated? You know there was no love between Lily and her sister, who's to say that she won't neglect Lily's children?" Albus shook his head, not knowing the grave mistake that he was making, not knowing that he had set several things in motion that he wished not happen.

"I trust that her love for her niece and nephew will override her feelings for her deceased sister. Ah, here is Hagrid with the children now."

With a roar a motorcycle descended down onto the quiet streets of Surrey, loud enough to wake the dead. With tears in his eyes Hagrid handed over the twins, both of them asleep quietly in the same basket with their baby bags hanging on Hagrids shoulder. All 3 of them gazed at the twins, noting the lighting bolt scar that looked fresh on young Harry Potter's head, and unable to see the scar that would adorn his twin sister's left wrist. Minerva gasped, but had more common sense than to ask if that was where it happened, and Hagrid's mouth opened in a wail that did not escape. Dumbledore set the two children on the doorstep along with their baby bags and a note. He gave them one last glance, a tear trailing down his face as he thought about the fate he was leaving the children who called him 'Papa Bee'. Shaking his head he pushed the thought away, making himself believe that it was for the best.

"Come, let us make ourselves scarce." Watching as Minerva and Hagrid left, he hazarded a glance back at the two children. Before he could stop himself, he cast a warming charm over the basket they were in, as well as charms to prevent them from waking up in the middle of the night and wandering away. Exhaling softly, he pressed the button again to make him visible to everyone as he turned on his heel and disappeared with a soft pop.

For the next two weeks, the wizarding world would celebrate, not thinking about the two tragedies that occurred within days of each other, not worrying about the ones who were being buried. They did not think about two children who had to lose their parents in order for the wizarding world to be able to celebrate, nor the child who watched his parents be tortured right in front of his eyes. They did not think of the man who howled to the moon, alone- one friend a traitor, two dead, one nowhere to be found.

All they worried about was celebrating and toasting to the Twins-Who-Lived, not really thinking about the twins who woke up crying, wondering why their mother or father was not coming to pick them up, hold them, and sing them lullabies.