Title: Finding Family

Pairings: Harry/Tyler (OMC) Sirius/Remus James/Lily

Warnings: Slash, non-con, child abuse, eventual twincest (let me know if I've missed anything)

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or any characters, and no money is being made

AN: Hello everyone! This story will involve some pretty dark situations that are graphic. If that's not for you, please be warned. I will try to post a note at the beginning of chapters that are especially graphic. Anyways, I don't have a beta so any and all mistakes are my own.I'll try to update every other week. Enjoy!

Chapter 1: The Boys Who Lived

A final cry sounded alerting the room that the second and last child had been born. When both boys had been placed in their parents' arms, James smiled.

"They're so beautiful." He exclaimed in awe. Lily just smiled, too exhausted to do anything but focus on the child in her arms. She had gone into labor at around eight pm and had finally given birth to two boys only minutes apart, the last being born at 11:57. They would both share July 31st as their birthday.

"What will you name them?" A voice sounded from the doorway. James looked up to see Sirius and Remus lurking in the doorway. He grinned and waved them in.

"Don't just stand there, come in!" The two men shuffled in, careful to not wake the sleeping children. James smiled blindingly at the child in his arms.

"This is Hadrian James Potter". Everyone watched as the tiny bundle suddenly blinked his eyes open. Brilliant green eyes met his hazel ones. Hadrian cooed at his father and waved his arms. James laughed and grasped one of the tiny hands.

"He's got your eyes Lily" Sirius exclaimed peering at the child.

"And it looks like he'll have James's crazy hair if that black tuft is anything to go by" Remus joked. James stuck his tongue out at his friend in retaliation.

"Very mature Prongs" Remus said. James just ignored him and turned to the boy Lily was holding. Lily had looked up during the banter and was shaking her head at the childishness of her husband.

"This is Tyler Charlus Potter, the oldest and heir Potter. Remus, would you do us the honor of being his honorary godfather? We wanted to make you his official godfather, but with the werewolf legislation we were told it wasn't allowed" Lily held out the child to Remus, who grasped him gently and nuzzled the baby's head.

"I would love to. I wish there weren't so many prejudices, but I'll do my best to be the greatest honorary godfather ever". James and Lily thanked him. Then James turned to Sirius.

"Hold out your arms" he instructed. Jumping slightly, Sirius warily positioned his arms as James placed Hadrian. Sirius looked down in awe at the small child.

"Sirius, would you do us the honor of being both boy's godfather?" Sirius, too overwhelmed just nodded, eyes watering in happiness.

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James and Lily took to parenthood like fish to water. Even though both had jobs and the Order to attend, the boys were never lacking attention. With the house elves, Sirius, Remus, and Peter (who had been busy the day of the birth but been there ever since) to help, the first year passed quickly.

Tyler had taken after his father in every way possible. Button nosed, hazel eyed, and wild dark hair, he was often referred to as James's clone. Tyler was also a very loud child. When he wanted something, everyone in the house knew. Despite this boisterousness, he was still a very sweet child. And it was obvious to everyone he loved his brother more than anything else in the world.

Hadrian (or Harry as his parents like to call him) indeed inherited his father's hair, and James often mussed it up which made the young boy only look even more adorable. Even though he was taken outside regularly, he remained pale with long black lashes, plump red lips, and a pert nose. All in all, he was a gorgeous child. However Harry was a bit peculiar compared to his brother. He rarely talked or cried. Instead, he let his brother do it for him. Often, hearing Tyler cry, someone would come running only for the boy to point at Harry and babble as if trying to communicate what Harry wanted. The only occasion in which Harry would make a sound was if magic was performed in his presence. He would stare at it curiously, then giggle and wave his hands at the light as if trying to manipulate it or do it himself.

As different as the two boys were however, they were inseparable as well. The first night, Tyler had cried loudly for hours while silent tears fell from Harry's eyes. It had taken Lily and James a while to determine what was wrong, but once they did, they had connected the boys' crib so they could be together. Despite these small issues, the boys were the best babies a parent could ask for. As long as they were together at night, they had never woken their parents while they slept which had been a blessing.

It was on the boys' first birthday that everything changed. Sirius, Remus, and Peter had come over for a small party and had just given the twins their gifts (a plush wolf for Tyler and a black dog for Harry) when Dumbledore rushed in.

"Lily, James, Sirius, Remus, Peter. Sorry to interrupt but I have dire new we must discuss. It involves the twins". Nodding, James brought the boys up to the nursery where they quickly fell asleep, their new plush toys clutched tightly in their small hands.

"What is it Albus? What's happened?" Lily asked worriedly. Dumbledore looked at them gravely.

"I'm afraid Voldemort heard a prophecy and had determined that one of your boys is the one destined to defeat him. He will stop at nothing to destroy that child". Everyone gasped and James and Lily looked at each other, fear in their eyes.

"You must go into hiding with your children in order to stay safe. A fidelius charm would be able to hide you, but choose your secret keeper wisely". Dumbledore warned. The group nodded gravely.

"Thank you for warning us Albus, we will be sure to place the ward as soon as possible. The safety of our children is paramount." The headmaster stood up and nodded at all of them before leaving. As soon as he was gone, Lily cried out and sobbed into her husband's shoulder.

"Our children James! We have to keep them safe. We have to perform the charm today. Who knows how long V-v-voldemort has had this information". James just nodded. He gesture for Sirius and Peter to stay before escorting Remus out.

"Remus, you know we trust you with our lives, but I know you are going on an undercover mission to the werewolf pack. I can't put you in even more danger. Stay safe my friend. I will miss you, as will the boys". James hugged Remus, who smiled and spoke his understanding before hugging James back and then apparating away.

James hurried back inside where Lily, Sirius, and Peter were talking in hushed tones, obviously arguing.

"You know I love you all, but it will be too obvious. Everyone knows that James and I have been friends the longest. They will immediately suspect me. If I get captured, I'll be able to withstand the torture for a while which would give Peter time to warn you and get him to hiding as well". James sighed. He trusted both men with his life, but he preferred Sirius. However deep down he knew Sirius was right.

"Very well. Peter? Would you be our secret keep?" Peter replied in the affirmative and the fidelius was cast that night.

As soon as he left, Peter had gone directly to the Dark Lord and told his master what had transpired. However Voldemort wanted to wait. The best time to strike would be during Samhain when the veil was the thinnest. Then he would be able to create a strong seventh horcrux as well without sacrificing his looks (no one ever said he wasn't vain). And so months passed where the Potters continued to live in hiding with no contact from the outside world.

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It was a cloudless night, the full moon hung high in the sky, lighting the pathway that the Dark Lord traveled. Soon he would be at the Potter's house and then he could get rid of the brats once and for all. Smirking, he approached the house Peter had told to him. Blasting the door open, he laughed when he heard the panic in James's voice. Oh how much fun this would be. But what to do? He didn't want to kill a pureblood, which would go against his principles. Instead he cast a spell of his own invention. One that put the opponent in a magical coma for an undetermined amount of time unless he cast the counter. James avoided the spell, and soon a small battle was taking place in the living room.

However Potter had not been prepared for an attack, and his floor was littered with children's toys. While trying to cast a spell, he had tripped over one. Voldemort just laughed triumphantly and cast his spell at James who collapsed immediately. He stepped over the fallen auror and father (making sure to avoid the toys) and proceeded up the stairs. As much as he detested mudbloods, he had promised this one to Severus, and Lord Voldemort kept his promises. The same spell would work just as well.

Blasting open the nursery door he laughed at the sight of Lily Potter standing in front of her children, arms outstretched.

"I won't let you kill them! Not my children! Take me instead, please take me, not my babies! Please. Have mercy! They're only children!" Lily pleaded. For trying to be a human shield, Voldemort thought she wasn't doing a very good job.

"Stand aside you silly girl. I have no time for you". He was getting tired of listening to her.

"No! Please not my babies. Kill me instead!" she begged over and over. Voldemort just gave her a last glare before performing his curse. She fell to the floor with a thump. He turned his gaze to the small figures behind her, gazing at him curiously. One was the carbon copy of Potter, he noted, while the other, with his avada kedavra eyes would grow to be a beautiful boy he was sure. Voldemort could feel a powerful magical aura in the room, but it was too dispersed to be able to tell which child it was coming from.

"Now, which one of you is destined to destroy me? Is it you, with the hazel eyes? No? Well regardless you will die tonight". Voldemort pointed his wand at the two boys and spoke the fatal words. He was too shocked to respond when the curse hit a white shield and rebounded. He screamed in agony as his body was destroyed and crumbled into ash. It was pain so deep and never ending. He could feel as what was left of his soul was ripped away. With no body and in pain, the most powerful dark wizard of the age, fled.