A/N: Hi everybody! So this is my first fanfic, very simple, very straight forward, and don't worry, it gets better once Harry gets to school. The first few chapters are just getting the twins first two years out of the way. :-)
Some stuff you should probably know though, Emma and Matthew were born October 1, 1977. Emma looks like Lily with James' eyes, and Matt looks like James with Lily's eyes.
*I found some holes in the story, so the first part of the story has been altered* Sirius still went after Pettigrew, but didn't get caught, so he and the twins went into hiding. Everyone except Matt and Emma believe Sirius was a Death Eater and was the one to rat out the Potters.
BTW...I do not in any way, shape, or form own Harry Potter. I do, however, own Matthew and Emma Potter. :-)
The night it happened, the Potter's four-year-old twins, Matthew and Emma, were out with their godfather; it was the least he could do for the stressed parents. When they came back, however, the house was in ruin, their parents dead, and their baby brother nowhere to be found. Realizing the danger that still lingered, Sirius took the children, and hid them from the world, raising them as his own. They never knew their baby brother still existed, that is, until they went to Hogwarts.
"Matt! Hurry up, we're going to miss the train!" Emma yelled back, trying to keep up with the big, black dog ahead of her as well. It was already ten to eleven and they hadn't even crossed the barrier. The twins followed at a brisk walk, pushing their trolleys, piled high with trunks and cages. Emma had brought her cat, Centauri, and Matt had brought along his own barn owl, Callie.
Up ahead they saw Sirius stop near the barrier between Platforms 9 and 10, barking at them as an indication to move forward. On their way over there Sirius had explained how to get onto Platform 9 ¾, just keep walking. Matt and Emma were familiar with these types of enchantments, but the wall did look pretty solid. Before either one of them knew it, they passed through the barrier and looked out onto an entirely different scene. There was smoke everywhere from the train, but the noise outside reminded them that they were not, in fact, alone, and also that time was not on their side.
They had only five minutes to get their things on the train, and it was packed. Matt, Emma and Sirius had to practically sprint to the end of the train because there were no other empty compartments. Practically the moment the twins closed the door the train started to move. Boy, were they lucky or what?
About half an hour into the train ride they were startled by two boys with flaming red hair bursting into their cabin. They looked out the window into the hallway, then ducked down as a nasty looking group of older boys ran past.
"Hey, mind if we stick around for a little bit?" said one of the boys.
"I see no problem with it," Emma said, nodding. "Why were you two running from them anyway?"
"Oh, just some Slytherins. We accidently left some Dungbombs in their cabin," said the other boy.
"Are you two twins by any chance?" This was the first time Matt had said anything since they got on the train.
"Why yes we are! How absolutely wonderful of you to notice. I'm Fred Weasley and this is George…I think," said Fred. He smiled and shrugged it off. What an odd pair.
"So what are you two, cousins or something?" asked George.
"Fraternal twins actually. Emma and Matthew Potter. Glad to be your acquaintance. I look more like my mum, but Matt is all Dad. Isn't that right Matt?"
"Mmph," was all Emma got.
"He's just upset because we had to leave his broom at home."
Fred and George looked at them with their eyes slightly wide.
"You two are Potters? Like Harry Potter?" questioned the twins.
"You're wasting your time. We don't know where he is. We haven't seen him since the night our parents were killed. We know he's the Boy-Who-Lived, but no one's seen him in over half a decade, we're not exactly optimistic."
"Matt, stop being such a pessimist! Look at the glass half-full for once will you!"
"Sorry, we didn't know it was a touchy subject…So you said you had a broom? What model?" asked George.
"Both of us have Cleansweep Sevens. How about you guys? Do you play Quidditch?" asked Matt, slowly becoming more comfortable with the new bodies in the compartment.
"We have Cleansweep Fives. It's a shame first years aren't allowed to try out for the team. Our brother Charlie is Seeker for the Gryffindor team. We're planning on becoming Beaters second year! We practice at home a lot during the summer."
"Hey! Remember the time we used Ron's Puffskein for Bludger practice?!"
"Yah! He was bawling for a week, but then Percy said Ron could have his rat. Don't know why anyone would want a rat, they're not nearly as useful as an owl."
"I have an owl," said Matt. "Her name's Callie. Emma's got a cat, Tauri."
"Oh! That reminds me, I should probably let her out of that nasty cage, you know how she hates in there." With that Emma exited the compartment to go find Centauri, leaving the three boys to themselves.
"So…"
The hours on the train seemed to fly by, and before long all the students had changed into their Hogwarts robes. As the first years exited the train, a loud, booming voice rang loud and clear above the rest.
"Firs' years! Firs' years over here!"
The two sets of twins looked over and saw a giant of a man; twice as tall and at least three times as wide. He was holding a lantern and directing the first years away from the train and towards what appeared to be a thick wood.
"C'mon, follow me – any more firs' years? Mind yer step, now! Firs' years follow me!"
The path the giant led them down was steep and narrow, but lack of rain had prevented it from reaching its full potential as the most treacherous path ever.
"Yeh'll get yer firs' sight o' Hogwarts in a sec," the man called over his shoulder, "jus' round this bend here."
Emma gasped at the sight and Matt pretended not to be impressed, even though you could still see his eyes go wide. Fred and George were simply grinning from ear to ear, either because they loved the castle already, or were getting a head start on formulating their mischief-making plans. The castle was set atop a high mountain on the opposite bank of a great black lake. The thousands of candles inside the castle simply made it glow in the dark night, but even Hogwarts couldn't outshine the stars that were out that night.
All of a sudden Emma was yanked back by one of the Weasley twins. She was so taken by the view that she failed to notice that the group of first years had emerged from the woods into a small bay, and she had been walking right towards it. Now that she was focused on something a little closer to her feet, she realized that there was also a small fleet of boats on the water.
"No more'n four to a boat!" The four twins squished into the closet little boat and waited for the other first years to settle in. In the boat next to them was Cedric Diggory, Angelina Johnson, Katie Bell, and Lee Jordan. They had introduced themselves, but as the Potters were about to say their names, the man interrupted them.
"Everyone in? Right then – FORWARD!"
The twins turned back into their own boat as the small fleet started to move, gliding across the glossy, black lake. This time it was Matt's turn to be saved. He had been leaning over the edge, trying to get a better look at what appeared to be a giant tentacle moving beneath them, when Emma tugged him back into the boat hard. She muttered something about not wanting to hear him whine about being wet, as he landed on the floor with a hollow thud.
"Heads down!" yelled the giant, and the four realized how close they had come to the cliff face. The castle loomed over them, and then passed out of sight as the fleet was carried through a thick curtain of ivy, and into a sort of underground river right underneath the castle. Eventually they came to a small underground harbor where they all, cautiously, stepped out of the boats and onto the rocky shore.
"Everyone out? Follow me then, and watch yer step, it's a bit slip'ry now." The first years followed the bearded man through a long, damp passageway before sprouting up onto the lawn, right in the shadow of the castle.
They all crowded around a very impressive pair of oak doors at the top of a flight of heavy stone steps, and then the man raised a giant fist, and knocked on the door three times, the sound ringing across the entire field, and no doubt, the hall on the other side.
So? What do you think? I know it's a bit short, think of it more as a preview.
Reviews are welcome! Criticism or praise. I'm a big girl, I can handle it. :-)
Next up: How will Hogwarts react to the Potter's return?