Prologue

"I thought you said there was only one! And a boy, too!" James gasped at the medi-witch next to him. "Well, there is a boy, James, just an extra sister! It's okay, we can just think of a name for her now!" Lily reassured her husband as she held her two children closer.

Two babies, a boy and a girl, twins, had only been born minutes ago. "Harry was hard enough to come up with, Lily; I don't want to argue with you over a name for a girl!" James said, pacing as he always did when he was thinking.

"Well, we'll decide now. It has to be after a flower, you know that," said Lily, her face scrutinizing as she thought quickly.

"Pansy?" James suggested. "No, that's a dreadfully normal name," said Lily, wrinkling her nose at the suggestion. "Ivy?" she said a moment later.

James shook his head no. "Violet?" suggested the medi-witch as she cleaned up the room. "Oh, I like that one," said James, but Lily firmly shook her head.

"Rosalie?" said James after about ten minutes of thinking. "Rose for short?" asked Lily, and James nodded. "I like it," said the medi-witch with a smile.

"What about the middle name?" asked Lily. "How about Hannah? Rosalie Hannah Potter," said James. "Where'd that come from?" asked Lily.

"It's on her uniform," James said, pointing to the medi-witch Hannah, who looked quite surprised. "I like it!" Lily said with a grin. "O-oh, well, thank you!" said Hannah, surprised.

"Harry James and Rosalie Hannah Potter," said Lily, looking up at James and grinning widely, "I like their names! This is perfect!"

Chapter 1

1 year later.

The night air was still on Privet Drive. All was quiet. Nothing stirred. Until midnight, when a man appeared on the corner of the road. He clicked a lighter, making all the lights go out one by one.

He then walked down the road to stand in front of Number 4, Privet Drive. He sat on a wall next to a cat. He didn't look at it, but after a minute he said, "Fancy seeing you here, Professor McGonagall."

He glanced at the tabby, which had turned into a rather severe-looking witch wearing square glasses. "How did you know it was me?" she asked. "My dear, I've never seen a cat sit so stiffly." He said with a smile.

"Even you would be stiff if you'd been sitting on a brick wall all day." Professor McGonagall said with a disdainful sniff. "Why, my dear, would you be sitting up here all day? I must've passed at least a dozen feasts and parties on my way here." The man said.

"Oh, I know about the festivities," said the Professor with an angry sniff, "It was on the Muggle news. Owls and shooting stars all over Europe; you can't expect the Muggles to ignore something this big."

"You can't blame them," said Dumbledore with a sigh, "We've had little to celebrate for eleven years."

"Well, it's no reason to lose our heads. Especially if the rumors about how he was defeated are true," said McGonagall, glancing at Dumbledore with pleading eyes. "Is it true, Albus? Is He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named gone for good?"

Dumbledore's eyes twinkled mysteriously. "Well, that's the big question, though I doubt that's the only thing on your mind. You're worrying about Lily and James too, aren't you?" Dumbledore asked, looking at her seriously.

Minerva nodded stiffly. Dumbledore bowed his head. "I'm afraid those rumors are true as well," he sighed. Minerva gasped.

"Lily a-and James? Both dead?" she asked in horror. Albus nodded and said, "But both their children are fine. Right as rain, I should say."

"But Albus, how? How could You-Know-Who disappear because of two infants?" Minerva asked, surprised. Albus shook his head. "Even I don't know the answer to that question; not only one child, but two twins survive the same curse! It's unheard of," he said thoughtfully.

"Where are they now?" asked Minerva. "Oh, I asked Hagrid to bring them," said Dumbledore. "Here? Albus, these Muggles might be their family, but they're the worst Muggles I've ever seen! I watched them all day; the two of them are nowhere near our kind. And they have this son, a real brat, that wouldn't stop screaming for sweets all day; you can't send them here!"

Albus shook his head. "The Potters will both be famous in our world for their unintentional victory over Voldemort-" here Minerva flinched, but Albus continued, "It's best if they grow up away from all that for now. If they grew up as celebrities, they'd only end up as brats like the Dursley's son."

Before Minerva could argue, a loud rumbling filled the air, and a large motorcycle came flying down from the clouds. As it landed, a large man got off, holding two little bundles in his arms.

"Any trouble, Hagrid?" asked Dumbledore as he and McGonagall walked up to him. "Oh, no, Professor Dumbledore. The house was nearly destroyed, but I got them out alright. They both fell asleep somewhere over Bristol."

Both the Professors bent over the bundles of blankets to see a little boy and girl with dark black hair. Their bangs didn't cover small lightning shaped cuts on their foreheads. "Are those where-?" asked Minerva.

"Yes, those are where the curses bounced off," said Dumbledore. "Can't you do anything about the scars, Albus?" asked Minerva quietly. "Oh, I doubt I could, and even if I could, I wouldn't. Scars can come in handy sometimes," said Dumbledore.

Albus carefully took the twins from Hagrid's arms. Hagrid sniffed loudly, just barely keeping his sobs quiet. "There, there, Hagrid. It's not goodbye forever, you know." said Dumbledore as he walked up to the doorstep of Number 4.

"I know, I'm just going to miss them, is all," said Hagrid, sniffing loudly once again as Minerva patted his arm comfortingly. Albus carefully placed the twins on the front step of Number 4, placing a letter on top of the blankets.

Turning and walking back to the others, they all turned one last time to look at the little bundles on the doorstep. "Good luck, Harry, Rosie," whispered Dumbledore before disappearing into the night.

A/N: Hurray! Harry Potter fanfiction! I hope you enjoy; I worked hard on this. But, I might not update for awhile, so here's a solution; if you want me to update faster, either leave a nice comment or vote for this story on my profile poll!
-Irene