AN: I hate to dissapoint you but i do not own Harry Potter, never will.

Now I love the Potter twin story line, and as such i have been wanting to write one! I enjoyed writing this chapter and it is as of yet my longest chapter out there! Well read on, Enjoy!

Godrics Hollow 31st of October 1981

It was on this cold and festive Halloween night that the greatest recent magical Historical deed would take place. It would take place in Godrics hollow, a nice little village somewhere in England. The houses were all made of white wood, lights inside giving off an ethereal glow. It was 9´o clock when the pitter patter of the rain started. The big crack was heard by no one. Whereas there was nobody occupying that space at first, now there was. This man was hooded in a black cloak, hiding all of his face except his ruby red eyes. These ruby red eyes held a maniacal gleam signifying the yearning for causing harm and chaos. This man was none other than the current dark lord, Lord Voldemort. He started moving, cloak swishing behind him. He walked until he stood in front of an open patch of land, occupied only by a remnant of what used to be a house. He smiled crookedly and whispered ` Godrics hollow number 7´ and suddenly like magic the empty space was occupied by an also festive house. This time the man sneered, it had all been so simple! He waved his wand around and erected the anti portkey and apparition wards. The maniacal gleam in his eyes intensified! He loved it, this feeling of power, having the knowledge that they could not escape! He again slowly walked up to the front door and blew it off its hinges. Time to start the show!

James Potter- important auror ,Rebel fighter for the order of the phoenix and young father- was reading the daily prophet while sitting next to his lovely wife. His Wife nudged him in his side and said: `Look!`

He lowered his news paper and set his eyes on his sons. The Potter boys were playing while happily gurgling, but eyes slowly drooping, showing that they were tiring. The redheaded boy with hazel eyes, those of his father, was called Charles Nicolas Potter. His Fraternal twin was named Harry James Potter. He was the exact opposite; he had Jet-black hair just like his dad and the sparkling green eyes that belonged to his mother. The potter boys were born on 31st of July. Charles came first and not soon after came Harry. Charles was more energetic than his brother, and always had been. Harry was still a happy child, one of many smiles just not as energetic as his counterpart. It was while this happy family scene was taking place that the night took a turn for the worse. The door shot off its hinges and slammed into the opposite wall with a bang. There in the pouring rain stood a cloaked man with eyes the color of blood. James' and Lilly's blood ran cold: Peter had betrayed them and now the dark Lord stood at their thresh hold. "Go, Lilly! Take the kids to safety! Now! Go, I'll hold him off!" Lilly followed his words without a thought, picked up her sons and ran up the stairs and giving one last and desperate glance at her husband.

James Potter Stood ready, wand pointed at the man that had caused the wizarding world so much pain and misery in the last 15 years. The man that had killed and broken family's apart , without a second thought, like he would now to HIS family. James however had other thoughts, he would stop this man, no creature from ever harming his Family! He would do anything to protect them! And valiantly James Potter fought but it was all for naught, Lord Voldemort was not for nothing the strongest and darkest wizard of the age. He fell down, leg having been hit with one nasty bone braking curse and one arm hanging limply to is side. "It is hard for me to find an entertaining opponent who can put my true skills to some use. You should be proud, Potter that you have that on your name when you die, but now you have had your use!" Voldemort raised his wand in for the kill, but stopped and suddenly smiled cruelly. "Yes, yes, that is what I will do!" and so James came to relive the worst of his nightmares over and over again, courtesy of a certain dark lord. He would kill that man later after he had killed the rest and maliciously showed it the man! The dark lord moved on up the stairs until he stood in front of the children's room. The door had all sorts of ornate animals and stars on it, he frowned and blew the intricate design to bits and pieces, to his own glee. There stood the woman, the red head that had foiled his plans thrice! She would die here tonight, of that he was sure, but his main task would come first.

Lily turned around, eyes wide with terror as the door exploded into bits and pieces revealing her worst nightmare. She had heard James screams echoing through the house, as if there had been no walls at all. The screams had then gotten weaker until she heard no more. She feared the worst, and had tears to show how she felt. Her eyes however looked over at the two boys who were now wide-awake, watching the man in the doorway fearfully. In the corner another crib stood in which lay Violet, their daughter of some four months old, oblivious to all that was going on due to the potion that should prevent her from having Dragon Pox. That is when she promised herself, she would protect them, her children, with all her might and resolutely she turned to face the monster that had destroyed so many. Protecting she stood in front of the crib and said in a trembling voice: "Spare them! Take me instead! Please, spare them!"

The ruby eyes found her, they held a sick pleasure and loads of disdain and in a cold voice he answered: "Move aside girl, I will spare you! Now move!" But move Lilly did not and again she spoke brokenly, tears still flowing:" Please, Please take me! Leave them Alone!"

Voldmort had had enough of this woman's babbles and with of a flick of wand he slammed her into the wall with a sickening crunch. Lilly slid down, hair pooling aroung her like blood. Her last thoughts were: " I'm sorry Charles! Harry! Violet!"

He would take pleasure in killing this mudblood wench but now onto the main dish of tonighgt! The children had started balling as soon as their mother had been sent flying and it was immensely grating on his nerves! He looked at them, the red-one was balling his eyes out, while the black one was silently crying. Those green eyes, the color of the spell he was going to use to kill them, how ironic! One of them was supposed to stop HIM? He sneered down at them and said: "Do not worry, you will be joined by your parents soon enough. "Avada Kadavra! Avada Kadavra!" Almost simultaneously the bright green jets of light shot off to reach their targets. The one for Harry happened to hit first, and that is when it happened. It hit the boy, he was sure that it had, yet here he saw his two spell coming to him at a blinding speed! Unable to dodge the spells at such close range the fatal jets of light hit its user and with an unholy scream Voldmorts body exploded.

The dark magic that the explosion let out immediately set fire to the house. The whole house creaked and wood rained down from the broken and burning support beams. One such form was of a star and it fell right onto Charles 'cheek, leaving a mark there forever and making the older boy cry out in anguish and pain. While this was happening his younger counter part lay knocked out, blood dripping from his forehead where a small lightning scar had decided to take its residence.

Albus Dumbledore prided himself to be a man of great intelligence and a big heart as well. Yet, he could not have predicted how this night would go. He was sitting in his office enjoying a good book while Fawkes was humming a tune, taking is mind of the war for just a moment. That moment couldn't have lasted long enough because it was suddenly disturbed by a high-pitched alarm sound going off. He dropped his book and ran his shelves and looked at the instrument that was making this sound and his heart sank, the Potters! He immediately assumed the worst and bellowed: "Fawkes!" His trusty familiar came immediately t his side and with a flash they were gone only to arrive at Godrics hollow.

What he found confirmed his worst fears, the house was blazing and reeked of dark magic. Only one individual could have caused that and that was his onetime wayward student. He immediately ran towards the house that was now revealed to all and put up a muggle repellant, he would not want them to find out as of just yet. He then proceeded to enter the house that had once been so festive. Inside the house the presence of dark magic took a significant increase, and there, blood on his face lay James. Dumbledore walked to the presumably dead man with a heavy heart, he had always enjoyed the young mans company. It is when he felt the man's wrist however when his old heart skipped a beat, James was alive!

It was then that Dumbeldore took upon himself the task of removing the immensely dark curse that had been put on to his once time pupil. It took him 5 minutes to find out which curse it was and 3 more to remove it.

Hazel brown eyes opened slowly and looked around and they were bewildered at what he was seeing. He was alive, alive! That had all just been a dream, Peter hadn't betrayed them and they were all happy together! It was however after a few more seconds that he suddenly realized that the air was heavy with dark magic and filled with the smell of burning wood. His heart felt heavy at that realization, it had not been a dream and Voldemort had really entered his house. Lilly! The boys! Violet! He was about to stand up hastily when an old wrinkled hand found its way to his shoulder and he came to see the relieved face of Albus Dumbledore. "James, wait I have to heal your leg and Arm." said Dumbledore in calm voice while doing the aforementioned deeds. "Thank you Professor, let's go on." Rasped james, his throat raw from screaming.

And go on up the two men did in an oppressing silence both with minds on this horrible night. When they finally got up above they saw that the room door was blasted apart. They took another step when over the roaring of the fire they heard the cries of a baby. James took off without a moment's thought and barged through the flames. What he found there however put his heart to a stop, what he had been reliving the last half an hour had just become a reality! "Lilly! No not Lilly!" James ran over to his wife while Dumbledore entered the room, having doused the flames, and surveyed the sad scene. The room reeked of dark magic, at its purist form. It saddened his heart that this is what his former star pupil had caused. His heart however became lighter when a happy shout broke free from the black haired youth; "Albus she's alive, oh sweet Merlin! Enevrate!" The spell took effect and this was how James found himself staring into the smoldering green eyes that he so loved.

Green eyes met Hazel ones and with a start Lilly recognized them! "James!" she sobbed while throwing her arms around him. "I was so scared, James, So Scared! I thougth.. I thought that I had lost you! It was horrible, oh James! "

"It's alright darling, were going to be alright! I thought I had lost you too! Oh Thank Merlin!"

With a start Lilly remembered where they were. " Harry, Charles! Violet!"

Each young parents ran up to a crib, avoiding all the debris that littered the house. Lilly went to the crib that held the boys, while James went to the one that held Violet and shouted his glee when he found her alive, and still under the effects of the potion. He gave the child to Dumbledore.

Lilly had meanwhile come to the crib she had defended not long before. There crying and bawling his eyes out lay their eldest with a red star still burning hot on his face. "Charles", Lilly cried out in relief and grabbed the little redhead. "Thank Merlin!" said James. "It's going to be all right dear it's going to be alright." she cooed to the baby boy. Slowly but surely the boy's crying slowed until his hazel eyes closed, sleep claiming him. Slowly and unsure the young parents looked for their second son and after a few seconds they zeroed in on the body of the boy. There at the back of the crib lay the small and black-headed boy, motionless and blood dripping from his head. The relief that had flooded them so when they found Charles and Violet was washed away.

"No, no, no! Not harry!" she whispered hot tears already brewing in her eyes. She gave her eldest to James and ran over to her other son, her husband following because had given Charles to Dumbledore just like he had done with Violet a moment ago. They came to that end of the crib and slowly Lilly reached in the crib to take her son. He lay still in her arms, forehead bleeding. She suddenly felt a small and faint heartbeat and the tears that had been brewing now fell fast, sobs racking her whole body.

James took it the wrong way and managed to choke out: "Why Harry!" Lilly however turned showing a small smile gracing her tearstained face and whispered to James: "He's alive dear! Our Harry isn't dead!" And then she went on crying onto him while he held them, tears leaking out of his eyes.

Dumbledore surveyed the scene with a smile and couldn't help but thank all the deities out there for giving the Potters this Miracle. He looked down at the children in his arms. More specifically the small boy, he looked at the star-shaped scar/burn that was on the boy's left cheek. It reeked of dark magic, strong dark magic. That was no ordinary scar, but a curse scar. "the one marked at his equal" it echoed through the wizards mind. He walked closer to the young pair and looked at the wound the other boy had endured. The blood that poured out signified that is was a flesh wound but the dark magic that resided around it put his assumptions into place.

"James, Lilly I have something important to say. Lord Voldemort is no longer with us. ( "not in body, no" he thought) It is due to something, no rather someone. I have to say that it is miraculous, miraculous indeed."

"What do you mean Professor?" asked Lilly.

"What I mean to say Lilly, is that your son, Charles Nicolas Potter is the cause for the disappearance of the Dark Lord. He is also the one that has protected his little brother from being killed. That is what these scars signify; it is where the killing curse should have hit. I hereby hail Charles Nicolas potter as the boy who lived!"

That is what the wizarding world now knows, that Charles Nicolas Potter is the boy who lived. But Dumbledore, as wise as he may be, is also still human. Therefore prone to making mistakes, he may not make many but he will make them nonetheless. The mistakes he makes however are worse than those of a normal man and with many repercussions. Naming Charles Nicolas Potter the boy who lived was one of those mistakes, but not just any mistake, his worst.

AN: For those that have read the earlier version, hopefully this is better. Tell me what you think!

-SK