Diclaimer: not mine
Summary: AU A prophecy is made about Harry and Mark Potter, the Time Turner Twins. Their parents didn't die, and they are The-Boys-Who-Lived. In the end, they will either fight together as an unstoppable force, or turn against eachother and fight on opposing sides. If both are not content with how they regard eachother at the outcome, they will turn back time and live all over again until they are both satisfied. I have no clue what I want pairings to be, or if there will even be pairings...
On the night of Halloween, Lily and James Potter decided to take a break from watching the twins and go out and spend some much needed alone time together. Taking care of two 1 year old boys took up a lot of time and energy, and after several months of isolation from the rest of the wizarding world, the Potters were close to cracking. So they got a baby sitter to watch over them for the night and went out to a Halloween festival under glamour charms to disguise them. When they came back, they were met with a sight that froze their insides with horror. Their once cozy house on Godrics Hallow was no more, and in its' place lay blackened and scattered debris. Lily gasped and shrieked in horror.
"MY BABIES!"
James froze, his face growing pale at the thought of their children's deaths. He held onto his wife as she threw herself into his arms, sobbing. His eyes scanned the wreckage and met a sight for sore eyes.
"ALBUS! Look Lily, he has our boys!"
Lily looked up and continued crying, but this time out of relief. "Oh thank god!"
They ran over to the man, standing amongst the wreckage holding two boys in his hands, their boys. Lily immediately scooped them both up in her arms and cradled them close to her, kissing and hugging them. James was eager to hold his boys too, but decided to let Lily hold them first while he asked what had happened.
"Albus… what… what happened?"
Albus frowned at them solemnly. "I am afraid that Sirius Black must have revealed your address to Voldemort. I am so sorry my boy."
"Sirius? Oh, he wasn't our Secret Keeper. You see, we switched to Peter at the last moment…" Then James seemed to process what had happened and his face flushed with rage "Oh god… that, that TRAITOR! THE RAT! I'LL KILL PETER! I'LL KILL HIM!"
Dumbledore sighed, slightly relieved that Sirius hadn't betrayed the Potters. It was sad that Peter had, but not quite as bad as if it had been one of the twins' godfathers. He held out a hand and placed it on James' shoulder to calm him down.
"There will be no killing James. I will alert the proper authorities and have him arrested. Now, there is another matter I need to address…"
"OH MY GOD! They're hurt! James! My babies are bleeding!" Lily was reduced into worried sobs again and James hurried over to his children to see that each of his precious boys had a bleeding scar upon them. Lily, instantly cleaned and closed the wounds with her magic, her motherly instincts taking over her hysteria, but the cuts would not heal completely, no matter what spells Lily used.
James turned to Dumbledore. "Albus, what happened?!"
"They have been marked, the prophecy has come true," Dumbledore informed them with a grim expression on his face. "Voldemort broke into your house and murdered the baby sitter when she tried to protect the boys, but when he went to kill the boys; the spell bounced back and hit him. Those scars are permanent though. They are curse scars."
"What do we do now?" Lily asked fearfully.
"Voldemort is gone… for now, but I think in time, he will probably return. I suggest raising the boys and teaching them as much magic as they wish to learn, even before their schooling starts. Also, raise them to be respectful and polite. Do not let the fame they will undoubtedly receive get to their heads. For now though, rest easy, for Voldemort is, at least for the moment, gone."
Lily and James let joy and relief enter their hearts, although it mixed with fear at the thought of their boys having to fight Voldemort alone.
"Now, the prophecy tells us that the child able to defeat Voldemort could be either one of them or perhaps both of them together, but only time will tell us how the two will turn out. Make sure that they don't turn dark."
James turned from his former Headmaster to take his children from his wife's arms to hold them at last. He smiled down at the both of them. Little Harry lay in his left arm, observing his surroundings curiously with his mothers green eyes. Although he had his fathers' unmistakable crazy black hair, his facial features were predominantly Lily's. A lightning bolt scar slashed itself across the little boys' right eye, starting from above his eyebrow to his cheekbone. James worried at this as he brushed away tears from Harry's face with his thumb.
"You don't think Harry will be blind in that eye, do you Albus?"
"I can't say for certain James, but I hope not. You can have a healer check it over at a later time though."
James nodded, still worried, and turned to look the son in his right arm. Mark was a contrast to Harry in every way. He had his fathers' Hazel eyes, his mothers' red hair, and predominantly James' facial features. The tears on Marks' face were few and mostly dry, although his face was flushed in what appeared to be anger as his eyes drooped lazily, reflecting tiredness. A jagged lightning bolt scar was scratched upon his forehead. James turned to see that Sirius was lingering at the edge of the rubble and wondered when he had arrived. He knew he should get to him and say something before he decided to do something rash, like kill Peter and end up in Azkaban. Not that James would blame him. He had almost done so just minutes before and if not for his wife and boys, he would have.
Lily pulled at James' arms. "Please James, let me hold them again, or at least just one. I need to hold my babies again!"
James looked between the boys, reluctant to let even one of them go, but knew he would have all the time in the world to hold them later. Gently, he handed over Harry so that she could give him her full attention if he needed it. At the moment, Harry was the most likely one to have the most severe damage and might even be blind in one eye. Lily immediately held Harry close to her and showered him in kisses before examining his eye. James approached his old friend with Mark in his arms.
"Sirius…"
Sirius turned to look at him with panic and fury in his eyes. "PETER! That scum! What happened James?"
"Voldemort attacked while Lily and I were gone. He killed the baby sitter and-"
Sirius looked at Mark and relaxed, but panicked again only a second after. "Oh my god! Where's Harry?!"
James shifted Mark and held him in one arm while he reached out with the other to touch Sirius' arm. "Relax Sirius, he's right over there with Lily, see?"
He pointed over to his wife and walked him over. Sirius immediately scooped Harry and then Mark up in his arms and held them close. Lily looked outraged for a moment until James gave her a look. Sirius was their godfather and needed reassurance that the twins were alive the same as they had only moments before. Besides, it might distract him from Peter and prevent Sirius from doing something foolish. Lily relaxed, understanding and suggested something to Sirius to distract him further from murderous thoughts.
"Hey Sirius, can we stay at your place for the time being? Just until we get someplace else to stay. And we can use a hand with the twins. They can be a real handful at times."
Sirius laughed a little and kissed the twins on their heads, embracing them closely. "You can stay as long as you want to. I would never mind helping you out with the boys and I'd love the company." Sirius leaned into the both of them for a hug since he lacked free arms to embrace them at the moment and they both hugged him, smiling.
Sirius looked down at the boys and worry flashed through his eyes. "Why do they have scars? This one is right over Harry's eye, is he going to be blind in that eye now?"
Albus answered him. "The scars were formed when Voldemort cast the killing curse at them. Instead of dying, the curse bounced back and hit Voldemort."
Sirius smiled and laughed a bit. "My godsons survived the killing curse! That's amazing." His tone was slightly bitter at the thought of such a spell even being directed at them, but he tried to keep it humorous to lighten his spirits. "What about Harry's eye?"
"I don't believe he will be blind in that eye…" Albus replied, and then added so quietly that only he could hear. "Not yet anyway…"
The Potters and Sirius talked some more, but soon left Albus to his thoughts as they headed off to 12 Grimmauld Place. He stood there, pondering the fate of the two boys. The prophecy concerning them stated that things could turn out in a number of ways. The first series of outcomes told of what could happen if they were separated. They could join opposing sides and ultimately battle each other, or one twin would stay neutral whilst the other would join either the light or the dark side.
Another possibility of their separation would be that one twin would have unimaginable power whilst the other would be weak and die young, but the Headmaster doubted this option greatly. The second series of outcomes told of what could happen if they joined together. They would either join the light side or the dark. Dumbledore shuddered at that possibility. The light would stand no chance against them if they joined the dark. The last choices, if together, consisted of them either remaining neutral or taking on both sides in a fury of betrayal, and perhaps bringing them both down, making a world of their own.
The last part of the prophecy told indescribable bond between the twins and that if their outcome was unsatisfactory to that bond, then time itself would reverse until things turned out in a way that left them both satisfied with their relationship, whether it be rivalry, indifference, or ultimate unity. Dumbledore let his mind swim through the prophecy again and wished luck to the Time Turner Twins, praying that they would stand by the light.
The Potters raised their children with utmost love and care, and watched as they grew. They were taught to accept both fame and ridicule in a breeze and to be kind and polite at all times. They grew up to be amazing boys that both compared and contrasted to each other beautifully. Both boys were smart and courteous, not to mention handsome. They were also both very popular with the girls. The Potters let them mingle with the Weasley children quite often and they made friends with the lot of them.
Mark grew up to be a cute and handsome boy. His hair was a soft wavy red that framed his round boyish face and his pretty hazel eyes shone with an eagerness to please. He was well rounded and a bit on the taller side for his age, but short compared to the Weasley boys. He went out of his way to charm and impress his friends. In his heart, he wanted everyone to like and love him, and was quite sensitive to hate and ridicule. He responded to those who showed hatred or cruelty towards him with a vicious hatred and cruelty himself.
He defended his friends with a passion, but even more so his twin. If anyone said a word against his twin, he would run to his defense and even threaten violence against those who insulted him, even his friends. He was very knowledgeable, but learned most of what he knew with or from his twin. Mark also tried to flirt with and charm every girl he met just to see them blush or giggle. Age didn't matter to him, for he only did it to make them adore him.
While his brother was handsome and cute, Harry was more beautiful and adorable. He was taller than most girls his age, but a little shorter than the boys his age. His frame was slim and elegant. His hair was soft and messy-looking and his green eyes were beautiful and often shined with intelligence, joy, and laughter from behind thin-framed square glasses that resembled his fathers. Harry was even more sensitive than his brother, but he didn't lash out like his brother did. He would either retreat or hide behind his books, which he did anyway.
He was a bit shy, unlike his brother, and usually didn't speak to others until they approached him. He was extremely sweet and polite and kissed the hands of girls, causing many to turn giggly and red. He loved to read and learn above all else and was quite smart for his age. He also loved and trusted his brother more than anyone else and did anything Mark asked of him. And if anyone spoke badly about his brother behind his back, well… he would silently slip a nasty potion into their drink and they would be stuck with the embarrassing effects for weeks to come.
The Potters never did move out of 12 Grimmauld Place. Sirius loved to goof off and play around with his godsons and help them prank their parents or the Weasleys when visiting the burrow. James and Lily wanted their children to be happy, and just got too used to living with Sirius to even want to leave. They grew quite comfortable with the laughter and merriment of Sirius and the kids. The only downside was that the way Sirius acted made it seem like they were raising a third child at times. Things were the worst when Remus visited, which seemed to encourage Sirius to have a full-blown prank war, much to Lily's annoyance. And Remus visited quite often.
The kids took to calling Sirius and Remus Uncle Padfoot and Uncle Moony. They were told the stories of their animagus transformations and were told that Remus was a werewolf. The twins wanted to become animagi themselves one day and Sirius took them aside and told them he would teach them in secret when he felt they were old enough. The twins loved this idea and both read any books on animagi they could find.
The twins also couldn't wait to go to Hogwarts, as they were raised on stories about the Marauders and their adventures and wanted to continue their legacy. Fred and George, who had become close friends with the two, told the boys that they were looking forward to working with the sons of a Marauder and showed them a map they had swiped from Filch on their first year. Harry and Mark in turn showed the twins their dads' invisibility cloak. The four agreed to start working together immediately. Ron wanted to join the four as well, much to the displeasure of Fred and George. As their 11nth birthday drew near and the letters were due to arrive, the twins stayed at the Burrow to receive their letters with Ron.