Okay, so this is the beginning of my first fanfic. And it's kind of confusing. So Harry's got two older twin sisters, Hannah and Terah. The Potters are friends with the Woods. Everything still happens the same, except for a few things that I've had to add in. Hope you like it
Disclaimer: I don't own Oliver, or James, or Lily, or Harry. But I do own Hannah, Terah, Oliver's parents, and Joey. (That's Oliver little brother)
Chapter 1
Oliver Wood sat on the floor playing with his train set. His new brother lay asleep in his mother's arms. Oliver's father sat on the couch and was reading The Evening Prophet. Halloween was only one day away. His brown eyes were focused on the train's process around the tracks. The bright scarlet engine led many cars behind it. The perfect model of the Hogwarts Express traveled on its way to the miniature castle. He turned it off and turned to his mother.
"Mummy, when is Hannah coming over to play?" Oliver asked his mother, Andrea, impatiently. His mother rumpled his brown hair. Her hazel eyes looked at her oldest son.
"You know very well that Hannah and Terah are coming over tomorrow before trick-or-treating," she said gently. "Isn't that right, Tony?" she addressed to Oliver's father.
"Yes, that's right," his father said.
"The Muggles don't give out the good candy. All they have are these little bars that are so boring. I like the Changs house! They always give me Chocolate Frogs! And the Davies. They have their Licorice Wands and Pumpkin Pasties. Why don't Muggles have candy like that?" Oliver rattled on.
"Muggles don't know anything about magic. So you have to be careful with your magic to make sure they don't see it," Tony Wood explained calmly. He checked the large clock that hung over the fireplace. It read 9:00, meaning it was time for Oliver to go to bed. "Bedtime, Oliver."
"Ugh! No!" Oliver yelled. But he got up and walked up the stairs.
"Is that our son?" Andrea asked. She got up with the baby still in her arms. "Since when have you gone to bed without a fuss?"
Oliver leaned against the rail and said, "The sooner I go to bed, the sooner it'll be tomorrow. And Hannah's coming over tomorrow!"
Tony got up and followed him to his bedroom. Oliver's room was painted blue with Quaffles, Bludgers, and Snitches. Oliver loved watching Quidditch with his dad. It was the most exciting game in the Wizarding World. Seven players on each team, three Chasers scored points with the Quaffle. This was a red, soccer sized ball that was used to score goals. The Keeper guarded the goals, three hoops fifty feet high in the air. The Beaters aimed the Bludgers at the opposing team. These were black and rocketed around trying to unseat as many players as possible. And the Seeker who had to catch the Snitch, which was worth 150 points. Oliver's dream was to make it to the professional league when he was older.
Oliver pulled off his shirt and pants. He walked around his bedroom in his underwear over to his chest of drawers. Oliver pulled out a pair of white pajamas. He pulled the pants on and pushed his head through the top of the shirt. Tony watched Oliver wrestle into his pajamas. Oliver just put his feet on the ladder to his bunk bed when Tony cleared his throat. Oliver looked around and his father was pointing at his dirty clothes.
"Ahem," his father said. "Have you forgotten something, young man?" Blushing, Oliver went over to retrieve his dumped clothes. Oliver pushed open the white door that led into the tiled bathroom. The cold linoleum sent goosebumps up Oliver's back. He put his clothes into the hamper and picked up his tooth brush. After brushing his teeth, Oliver walked back into his bedroom and crawled into bed.
"Okay," Tony Wood said, "let's see 'em." Oliver smiled his odd smile. "Let's see that loose tooth." Oliver wiggled his tooth on the top of his mouth. "Can I touch it?"
"No, Daddy." Oliver grinned. "You'll pull it out!"
"Haha! Good night, Oliver." He rumpled Oliver's hair. Oliver fell back into his pillows and his father pulled the sheets over him. "Sweet dreams, kid."
"Night, night, Da." Tony turned off the lights and closed the door. Oliver looked at his night light of his favorite Quidditch player. He closed his eyes and fell asleep instantly.
Hannah Potter sat high up in the tree behind Oliver's house. Oliver was climbing up the tree next to hers. The wind was calm and it was a warm day for the end of October. There were very few leaves still on the trees so Hannah had a good view of her mother and Oliver's mom. Her little brother Harry, who was fifteen months old, hugged to his mom's leg. Terah, her twin, held her mother's hand tightly. Her mother looked very serious.
"What do you think our mummies are talking about?" Hannah asked Oliver. Oliver swung himself onto a branch and looked through the branches.
"I dunno," Oliver said. His brown eyes squinted and he could see his mother putting her hand on Hannah's mom's shoulder. "They looked worried."
Sure enough, Lily Potter seemed to be crying. "My mum seems really worried lately. I don't know what it is, and she doesn't tell me or Terah, but I know," Hannah whispered. Her long brown hair got whipped up by the strong, sudden wind.
Oliver began to climb back down the tree. "Let's stop talking about this. Let's go to the river." The river ran behind the woods that they were sitting in. Hannah placed one purple sneaker into a notch in the tree. She climbed down to about three feet up and then jumped down to the ground. When she hit, her knees buckled and she rolled onto the ground, laughing.
"I love it here," Hannah said. She reached up a hand and Oliver pulled her up. "Thank you!" She then yelled to her mom, "Mummy! We're going to the river! Terah! Do you want to come with us?" Hannah shouted. Terah shook her head and waved goodbye. "All right then."
"Don't be long!" her mom said. "Mrs. Wood has lunch ready soon."
"Okay!" Oliver and Hannah yelled back in unison. Oliver turned to Hannah and said, "Race you!" Oliver started to run fast with Hannah close behind. "I'm going to win!"
"No fair! You got a head start." Hannah began to run faster and soon had caught up to Oliver. "Now I'm going to win!" Her blue coat was flying out behind her. Oliver speed up and when they both reached the river, they were both gasping for breath.
Oliver rolled onto the leafy ground floor. "Okay, that was a tie," he said. His face was red with heat. Hannah put her hands on her hips and looked hard at Oliver.
"Oliver Nicolas Wood," Hannah scolded in her best imitation of his mother, "You know very well that I beat you here. You just won't admit that you lost."
"Whatever," Oliver said. Hannah still looked hard at him. "Fine, you won." Hannah and Oliver both walked to the bank of the river. Thousands of small rocks and pebbles littered the bank. "I think we should try and build a dam." Oliver suggested. He began to throw rocks into a somewhat even row. "We can't go in the river 'cause I don't have my boots. But we can always work on it another day."
Hannah frowned. "I don't think we should make a dam. How would the fish and tadpoles get across to the other end of the river?" But she picked up some rocks and threw them in.
"Well, we could make a partial dam; put it only on one side. Would you want to do that?" Oliver asked to her. He picked up a large dry stone and pushed it into the water. A loud splash sent water rising up a foot into the air, soaking the two five year olds legs and shoes. Hannah let out a shriek as the water splashed up on her legs. Then she smiled at him and said, "I think that'd be okay. The fish can still swim in the river."
Hannah looked for large rocks and Oliver began to make the base for their dam. Some of the stones didn't fall into the right places and a foundation was barely made. All the two children were able to do was scare a lot of fish out of their rock homes. And as all five year olds do, they had fun. And of course, all fun had to end.
Too soon, it was lunch time. Oliver and Hannah walked up to his house and took off their wet shoes and socks with Terah helping. The hems of their jeans were slightly damp, but would dry out soon enough. They took their seats at the table and Mrs. Wood set down two plates, one with a peanut butter and jelly sandwich on and the other just a jelly sandwich because Oliver was allergic to peanut butter. Oliver bit in to his right away, he was ravenous. Hannah took her time and instead pulled off the crust and ate that first. "Why do you eat the crust first?" Oliver asked. "I thought you didn't like it."
"My mummy makes me eat it, so I eat the crust first to get it over with. Then I eat the good stuff," Hannah replied. As she took a bite, Harry threw a piece of cereal at her head. Hannah's smile turned into a scowl, and Harry, looking thoroughly pleased with himself, clapped his hands together and shrieked.
"Mum, Harry through his cereal at me," Hannah whined. Harry threw another Cheerio at his sister. It hit her in the forehead and fell down on her plate with a clatter. "Again!"
Terah smiled at Hannah. "You know he loves you."
"Hannah, you know Harry doesn't know that he shouldn't do it," Lily said to her daughter. Harry picked up another Cheerio. His mother's hands were too quick for him and she grabbed the cereal out of his hand and plunked it into his mouth.
Hannah and Terah's father, James, walked into the kitchen following Mr. Wood. His black hair stuck up in the back no matter how hard he tried to push it down. Harry pointed his finger at his father and said, "Da da." Then he picked up yet another Cheerio and threw it at his father. James's hand flew in front of his face and he caught the cereal. Years on the Quidditch field still showed in the man.
"With an arm like that, your son could be in Quidditch," Mr. Wood said. "I'm thinking more along the lines as a Beater." To disagree with what Tony Wood said, Harry put on a pout. Harry shook his head vigorously.
James laughed. "I don't think Harry's going to be a Beater. What about a Seeker, like his old man." James had been a Seeker at Hogwarts for his house team, Gryffindor. He played Quidditch professionally for Puddlemere United. So obviously Oliver, Hannah, and Terah supported Puddlemere.
"You're going to be a chip off the old block, aren't you?" James asked. Harry cooed at his dad. Then he reached out one hand to James's glasses and began to pull them off. James took them back and to show a point Harry threw another Cheerio.
Lily slapped Harry's hand. "No," she scolded. "Bad, we don't throw food." Harry obliged and put some cereal in his mouth. Hannah and Oliver had finished their lunch and sat down on the carpet. Terah sat down next to Hannah and decided to watch. A large, wooden chess board sat between them. This was Wizard's Chess, with live pieces that moved on command.
"You know that Muggles have chess boards with pieces that don't move." Hannah picked up the white queen. The queen swung her sword threw the air, but it missed Hannah's hand. "Only sometimes I can see why. This queen just never liked me." She sat the queen back down on the board; it shuffled off to its beginning position.
"I'll be white, since you don't like the queen," Oliver offered. "But that means I go first."
Hannah looked at the board. She thought about the proposition. If she took the black, the pieces would listen to her better. But white always went first. Any other five year old would have chosen white just to go first. Hannah didn't think like every other child.
Terah leaned forward and whispered, "Take the black. The white won't listen to you."
Strategically, pieces that worked without complaint was a wiser decision. "I'll go with black." Terah smiled happily that her twin had listened to her.
So the two began their game. Muggle five year olds never really understood chess. Oliver and Hannah were very experienced for being just five, but it also helped that they grew up with it. Every Wizard family had at least one chess set in their household. Forty minutes later, Hannah's parents were ready to leave, but Hannah was still determined to win the game.
"Are you ready to leave yet Hannah?" James asked. Both sets of parents had been watching the game. Harry was busying himself with some destroyed pieces and Terah played with him. Lily kept a close eye to make sure he didn't try putting them in his mouth.
"Terah, watch that Harry doesn't stick anything in his mouth," Lily said softly.
"Almost," Hannah muttered. "I'm about two moves from getting the king." And sure enough, five minutes later, Hannah had checkmated Oliver's king. "Ha! I win!" Hannah laughed. She stood up and her father handed her coat to her. "Bye, bye, Oliver." She gave her best friend a hug. "See you soon!" Hannah and Terah put their shoes on and the Woods walked the Potter's out the door. Climbing into the car, Hannah and Terah turned and waved to Oliver. He waved back.
"See you soon! We have to work on our dam!" Oliver called. "Terah, will you help next time?" Terah nodded and closed the door. Waving, James turned the car on and pulled out the driveway.
James opened the door to his house. Lily walked through the door with Harry, who had fallen asleep. Hannah and Terah however went to the backyard to their swing set. James walked to his usual chair in the back yard and watched his daughters push themselves.
"Daddy, come push me!" Hannah said. Terah jumped into her swing and could begin without James. James pulled the swing back and let it go. Hannah began to laugh as her swing went forward, then backward. Her father stepped in front. She pushed her feet off his hands as well as Terah. James looked at his hand and then showed it to his daughters.
"Ewww. Your feet are all dirty!" he whined like a little eight year old.
"Daddy, you're silly." Hannah jumped off the swing and landed on her knees. "I love you, Daddy."
James picked up his daughter and she hugged him around his neck. "I love you too, Hannah." Hannah looked at her father. "Do I get a kiss?"
"Mhh, mah!" Hannah made a loud smooching sound.
"Terah, come here," James said in a mocking serious voice. Laughing, Terah went over to her dad and was picked up next to Hannah. "You didn't think you'd get away without giving me a kiss, did you?"
"No, Daddy, I didn't," Terah said. She hugged her dad and kissed him on the cheek.
They walked back inside and Lily sat on a couch rubbing Harry's stomach to keep him asleep. Hannah kneeled down next to her brother. She gently rubbed her fingertips through her brother's hair. And she whispered to him, "I'll always love you, Harry. No matter how many times you throw cereal at my head." Then she grinned at her mom. "He heard me, mum. And he says he'll always love me. No matter how many times I embarrass him when he's older."
Lily grinned. "How do you know that?"
"I just know! It's like a feeling," Hannah said. "Kind of like how Terah and I can talk with each other but not speak." Her brown hair fell onto her brother's stomach. He grabbed a handful of it. Hannah reached up and pried his fingers apart. "You silly. Don't pull my hair." Then she leaned over and gave him a kiss. Terah gave Harry a kiss, too.
Hannah and Terah went over to their bookshelf where all of their books were. Hannah reached for a book that her mother was teaching her to read with. Terah took a simple book and sat down in her bean bag chair to read it. Hannah was reading the American book, Little House on the Prairie. Hannah climbed onto the couch. She handed the book over to her mother and she opened it to the page they had finished yesterday. Lily placed her finger under the words that she read so that Hannah could learn. At one point, Harry woke up from his nap, so Lily put him on the floor and took out some toys for him to play with. Terah put her book on the floor and played with Harry to keep him out of her mother's hair. Then Lily continued with the book until Terah said something.
"Mummy, are we going out to eat tonight?" Terah asked.
"No, sweetie," Lily said.
"But, Mum, it's Saturday," Terah said. "We always go out to eat on Saturday!"
"It's also Halloween," Hannah muttered. She got off the couch and went over to her dad. "Why don't we go trick-or-treating?"
"It's a hard thing to explain," James said. He picked Hannah up and put her in his lap. "But there's something important that your mother and I need to say."
"That's right," Lily said. James put Hannah back down and went over to sit next to Lily. Lily took his hand and held it tightly. "No matter what ever happens to us, we love you. Never forget that. Promise?"
"We promise," Terah and Hannah said in unison. But they didn't understand what their parents were saying. Lily started again on the book with Hannah and Terah went back to playing with Harry. James watched the television again.
Once in a while, James would look up at Lily and just smile at her. Lily looked up also and smiled back. He looked at his two daughters and Harry. Harry was busy picking up blocks and waving them in the air. One time he hit Terah in the head and she took it back. Harry put on a pout and Terah stuck her tongue at him. James smiled slightly.
Hannah was trying hard to read along with Lily. Hannah was a very smart child; she picked up on things easily and knew a little about what was going on. Neither he nor Lily had ever told either of them what was truly going on. But she knew. All Lily and James ever did about the situation was tell their three children every night that they loved them so much.
Also, Hannah and Terah were Wicca Witches. They were very rare, the third pair ever recorded. He had seen a few times the power the twins possessed. Being the oldest, Hannah had more of the magic than Terah did.
The birth of a Wicca Witch had to be precise. A vampire slayer would have to give birth to a son that was a Muggle. He would marry another Muggle and their first child would have to be a Muggle girl. She would marry a Muggle man and they would have a Muggle daughter again. This daughter would marry another Muggle and their first daughter would be a Muggle born witch. That was Lily. The Muggle born girl would marry a pure-blood (James) and they'd have to have girl twins first. The first born girl would have the greatest Wicca Magic and the second one would have a smaller amount.
Harry snatched another block and tossed it at Terah's head. Terah waved her hand and stopped the block. That was about the most she could do. Hannah could open the refrigerator door, take out jelly, put it on the counter, get out bread and peanut butter, make the sandwich, and then summon it to her to whatever room she was in the house. She'd done it quite a few times, even though she sometimes made a mess which Lily would get upset about. He, being James and a Marauder, would always tell Lily just to leave it.
James grinned as he remembered the one time he'd earned a hit in the head from her for that. Harry was sticking his tongue at Terah also. She was getting mad at him and trying to stick her tongue out further. Then she got so frustrated she put her hand up and pushed Harry's tongue back into his mouth. Harry opened his eyes wide in disbelief at what Terah had just done. Then he went back to his blocks.
At nine o' clock, James turned his head from the television that he had turned on nearly two hours ago. He got up and walked to the window and looked down the street to his left. Then to his right, and his face turned from his blank expression to fear. "Lily," he gasped. Lily's head snapped up to attention. Hannah looked at her father too. Something bad had happened. "Lily, it's him!"
Lily dropped Little House on the Prairie. "Take Harry and run!" James yelled. In one second, Harry was off the floor and in his mother's arms. "Hannah, Terah, you follow your mother. Lily run, I'll hold him off! I love you." Hannah turned and follow her mother's heals. In the kitchen, she heard the front door slam open. Fear churned in Hannah's stomach. What was going on?
Lily turned up the stairs and Hannah followed holding onto Terah's wrist. Lily fumbled with the door into Harry's room; it was the closest door to the stairs. Hannah distinctly heard a roaring sound and a heavy thud as something fell to the floor. Was it her father? She gave Terah a questioning look to see if she knew. Terah shook her head, her black hair falling around her shoulder. Just then, Lily pushed the door opened and pulled Terah and Hannah inside. Then Lily barred the door.
"Terah, Hannah, get inside the closet," Lily ordered. "Don't come out. No matter what happens." Hannah quickly ran into the closet and pulled the door closed after Terah. But where was their mom going to hide? And who had gotten into their house? What had happened to her dad? So many questions raced through Hannah's mind. Suddenly the door to the room banged open. Lily screamed.
Hannah could see through a crack that someone had entered into the room. His face was white and he was very tall. His red eyes were slits, like a snake, and his nose was flat against his face. And Hannah knew right then who it was. She had never seen his picture, but when Lord Voldemort is in front of you, you know right away who it is. He spoke in a high cold voice.
"Stand aside, girl," Voldemort said in a whisper. Hannah watched him stick his long, fingered hand into his cloak pocket. She gripped at Terah's hand, holding it for dear life.
"No," Lily said, her voice about to crack with tears.
"Stand aside. I do not wish to kill one more than I need tonight." Hannah stared as her mother and Voldemort. Was he really going to kill her mom? "Stand aside, silly girl!"
"No, kill me! Take me instead! But don't kill Harry!" Lily cried.
"Stand aside!"
"No. Please. Take me instead!"
Hannah wanted to scream. Voldemort was going to kill her mom. Hannah had to do something, but she was rooted to the closet floor. All she could do was hug Terah tightly. She couldn't close her eyes. Voldemort pointed his wand at her mother and yelled, "Avada Kedava!" The green light blazed through the room, it reflected in Hannah's eyes. With a thud, her mother's body dropped to the floor. Then Voldemort turned to Harry. Terah was about to run out of the closet when Hannah held her back.
"No!" Hannah mouthed. "He'll kill us!"
Voldemort pointed his wand at Harry and cried the Killing Curse yet again. Instead of the rushing, Hannah heard screaming. It sounded like someone drowning, fighting for breath, but burning in a fire. The house seemed to be rocking. It was all horribly confusing and all Hannah and Terah were able to figure out was that it ended.
Hannah quickly ran out of the closet and saw that her house had been destroyed. She ran over to her brother who was crying. Gently cradling him the way her mother always did, Hannah tried to calm him. Her mother! Hannah turned and saw her mom's lifeless body, her eyes hollow. Lily's mouth was open in a silent scream. Terah knelt down next to her mother's body, trying not to cry. Over where the family room had stood only five minutes before was her father, as still as their mom's body. And Hannah knew instantly what had happened. Two five year old had to grasp an idea that nearly any could barely conceive that night.
Their parents were dead. They were gone. And they were never coming back.
Okay, wasn't that sad? I know, but I'm still following what JK wrote
Oh, and by the way, it's really a long car trip to Scotland from where the Potters live. But with magic it's a lot faster
And if it seemed like Terah wasn't in there a whole lot, or in the future years, it's because at first it was just Hannah, then I wanted Hannah to have a twin, then I took Terah back out, and then I put her back in
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