Me: Hello my fellow HP fans, Happy Halloween!

Yes, the twin version is finally updated!

I hope it gets enough views and likes just like the other versions. I have type ahead of chapters incase I am given word that I will be getting surgery to remove the tumors in my liver. Well, enjoy and hope you all like this last version...which is completely different than the other two, promise.

Summary: Petunia married with Charles and Dorea Potter's son instead and found out she was a witch where she attended Beauxbatons Academy instead. When her sister and James' were killed, she vowed to protect and raised her nephew and niece along with her daughter. Godfather Severus! Godfather and free Sirius! Alive Regulus! Good Malfoy's (later into the story).

Bashing: Dumbledore (increases into the story), Molly Weasley and Ginny Weasley.

I don't own any of the HP characters or the story, but only my OC's which is Alexander Potter and Azalea Potter. Enjoy!

-1981, Potter Mansion; Paris-

A young man in his mid-thirties was pacing in his living room when two house elves apparated with two babies in their arms. "Did anyone saw you two?" he asked.

"No, Lord Potter. Lippy and I waited until the dark man left little master and mistress' room."

"Severus was there?" asked Alexander Potter, the head of the Ancient house of Potter.

Lippy nodded, "He left after checking little master and mistress were alright. He also left a note for you and Lady Potter."

Alex took the parchment after telling the house elves to send his niece and nephew to their own nursery when they would come over and visit with their parents. He sighed heavily before reading the note.

Alexander and Petunia, I'm afraid to tell you this, but James and Lily were killed by Riddle. He tried to kill the twins, but it would seem that he failed…he's gone – vanished, leaving the twins with curse scars on their foreheads. You would need to have a healer to look at them.

Albus…he's planning something for the twins…he was going to send the twins to live with some random muggles – ignoring your cousin's Will!

I know you placed some extra wards to alert you if this place was attacked. Please…take care of them. I don't trust Albus – at all!

Teach them…train them…they need to be prepared when they and your daughter attend Hogwarts. I'll keep you informed.

S.S

Alex frowned, "What are you up to, Dumbledore?"

In the morning, Alex informed his wife about her little sister's death. Petunia sobbed heavily while holding onto the twins in her arms. She vowed to raise and protect the twins as if they were her own.

-1991, Diagon Alley-

"Hogwarts, dear?" asked Madam Malkin as a young dark redhead girl walked into the shop. Malkin smiled, "Got another being fitted in the fitting room, is that alright, sweetheart?"

The young girl nodded and followed Malkin to the back of the shop. Upon entering, she saw a blond boy with pale skin standing on a footstool while Malkin's assistant was fitting his black robes. Malkin had the young girl stand on the stool next to the blond boy before slipping a long robe over her head and began fitting her robes.

"Hello, Hogwarts, too?" asked the boy.

"Why, yes," answered the redhead.

The blond smiled, "My father's next door buying my books and mother's up the street looking at wands. Then I'm going to drag them off to look at racing brooms. I don't see why first years can't have their own. I'm thinking to bully my father into getting me a new one before smuggling it into my truck somehow."

"I guess I can agree with you," said the redhead.

"You play Quidditch?"

"Of course, I'm pretty good as a Chaser or Keeper…if my brother ever keep his eyes away from the library; he's a pretty good as a Seeker."

"Interesting…my father says it's crime if I'm not picked to play for my house, and I must say, I agree. Know what house you'll be in yet?"

"Well, my uncle says that I act like my father so I'm a shoe in to be sorted into Gryffindor while my brother is most likely be sorted into Slytherin and my cousin is a pure Ravenclaw material and you?" replied the redhead.

"Slytherin, all our family have been," replied the boy, proudly before offering his hand to her, "Name's Draco Malfoy, yours?"

The redhead smirked, "Iris Lillian Potter, pleasure to meet you Heir Malfoy."

Draco widened his eyes while Malkin and her assistant glanced up with a surprise look on their faces. But Malkin's assistant accidently stabbed Draco with a pin when she was not looking.

"Ouch! Watch it!" snapped Draco before addressing back to Iris. "You're – You're one of the Twins-Who-Lived!"

Iris' hazel eyes darken, "So what. There's nothing special about Harry and I. The true hero was my mother. It was her magic that protected us from the killing curse."

"Oh…I guess so," murmured Draco, "So, where is your brother?"

"Getting our books with my uncle while my aunt and cousin are getting our potion supplies," replied Iris.

"And may I ask who is your aunt and uncle?" asked Draco.

Iris smirked, "Lord Alexander Potter and Lady Petunia Potter. My cousin, her name is Azalea."

-Flourish and Blotts-

"Right, let me see the booklist again," said Alex. A young boy with messy black hair and green eyes gave his uncle his list of books. Alex scanned over the parchment, "Let me handle it while you get some extra books for your sister and cousin. I believe Iris requested something about Quidditch and Azalea wanted something about history…it take it you'll be looking at the potion section?"

Harry smirked, "You know me too well uncle, but yes, you're right. I know where to find Iris and Azalea's books. When you are done, I should be at the potion section as I will be looking for a book for my godfather."

"Of course, child," said Alex before walking over at the cash register.

It took about a few minutes to find the books for his twin and cousin before heading over to the potion section. When he found the book his godfather wanted, he was looking around at the prank section. He knew the only way for his sister to read anything about potions is if it's about pranking. His sister and her godfather would have some sort of a prank war every year before school starts. And every year, they always beg him to partake in the fun, but he always decline to escape from the chaos.

Within a few seconds, he found the right prank book and grabbed it. But as he was about to turn, he bumped into someone and both fell onto the floor. Harry rubbed his head a bit before seeing a young blond girl with blue eyes doing the same thing.

Quickly, Harry got up and picked up the blond girl from the floor before gathering her books before his. "Sorry, are you alright?" he asked after handing her books.

"Yes, thank you. My name is Daphne Greengrass, what's yours?"

"Harry Potter at your service my lady."

Daphne smiled, softly, "It's quite an honor to meet one of the Twins-Who-Lived. Are you here with your family as well?"

"That's right. My sister was given the task to get our robes while my aunt and cousin are getting our supplies," replied Harry. "My job is getting our books with my uncle. We will be getting our wands together."

"I'm with my mum and little sister, but my dad couldn't come since he was busy in his work," said Daphne before biting her lip, "Um…I don't want to sound like a fan or anything, but is it true that you are a Master duelist already?"

"No, not really," said Harry. He glared over at the children section, "If you are referring to those lousy excuse books about my sister and I; don't believe them. They are all false statements which my uncle sued them and had them send to prison for a short period of time. The money they got from selling them was supposed to be sent to our vaults, but Iris and I thought it would be best to hand the money to those second hand supplies stores and the hospital since they need it the most."

"Oh! How noble of you. I guess you'll be sorted into Gryffindor then," said Daphne.

Harry laughed, "Na, it's the right thing to do Daphne. No, the one that is going to be sorted into Gryffindor or what my godfather says – the house for the reckless – is my twin. I lost countless of times when she did a reckless Quidditch stunts or when she goes to the forest without telling Uncle Alex or Aunt Petunia."

Daphne smirked, "Is that so? Then what house do you think you'll be sorted into?"

"…Slytherin as I am quite cunning," replied Harry. "And you, my lady?"

"Slytherin as well," replied Daphne before hearing her name being called. "I guess I'll be seeing you at the train then. See you later, Harry."

Harry waved before spotting his uncle and walked over to him. Both walked out of the bookstore and headed to the wand shop where they meet the rest of their family.

Petunia was wearing her favorite summer dress with her yellow robe while Azalea was wearing a simple blue V-shirt with star designs on it with a mini black skirt. Iris was wearing was a red shirt with a griffin on it and dark blue shorts.

"About time you got here," said Azalea, playing with her long red hair.

"So impatient, dear cousin," said Harry before opening the door that lead to Ollivanders: Makers of Fine Wands since 382 B.C. He took a slight bow, "After you."

Azalea and Iris giggled before they entered the wand shop. The three children looked around to see thousands of narrow boxes plied neatly right up to the ceiling.

"Good afternoon, young ones."

The three children jumped before looking over to the right to see an old man holding onto a ladder. His wide, pale eyes shine like moons through the gloom of the shop.

"Ah, yes. I thought I'd be seeing you three soon. Harry and Iris Potter and of course, your cousin, Azalea Potter…Mr. Potter and Miss Potter, both of you have Lily's green eyes while the other Miss Potter has James'."

The three children looked at each other.

Ollivander began to look around, "It seems only yesterday Lily and her sister was in here herself, buying her first wand along with your father and uncle of course. Your mother's wand was ten and a quarter inches long, swishy, made of willow. Nice wand for charms."

Petunia smiled, softly; remembering her little sister was quite gifted in charms.

"Your father, on the other hand, favored a mahogany wand. Eleven inches, flexible, excellent for transfiguration. Well, I say your father favored it – it's really the wand that chooses the wizard, is that correct Lord and Lady Potter?"

Alex and Petunia nodded as they took out their own wands.

"Well, now who will be going first?" asked Ollivander.

"I'll be sir," replied Azalea.

"Right," said Ollivander, pulling out a long tape measure with silver markings out of his pocket. "Which is your wand arm?"

"I'm left-handed," replied Azalea.

"Hold out your arm, child," said Ollivander as he measured Azalea from shoulder to finger, then wrist to elbow, shoulder to floor, knee to armpit and round his head. The wandlore nodded before looking around the shelves, taking down some boxes. He opened one and handed it to Azalea, "Try this one, dear. Thirteen inches, willow and unicorn hair; light but firm; excellent for inventing new spells. Give it a wave."

Azalea took the dark brown wand with ivy carved into it and waved the wand. In that moment, the wand let out a stream of blue and silver sparks.

Ollivander clapped, happily, "Yes, well done. Well done, child. I say you'll become a great mistress charm master. Who's next?"

After Iris got her wand which was nine inches, mahogany and dragon heartstring; firm and very flexible; great with defensive and protective spells, it was Harry's turn. After the sixth wand, Harry was feeling that he will never get his wand, but Ollivander wasn't giving up. That's when he came back with a few other wands from the back.

"Seven inches, maple and phoenix feather…"

Nothing…

"No not that one. How about this one? Eight and a half inches, ebony and unicorn hair…"

Nothing again…

"Tricky customer, eh?" said Ollivander before smiling, "Not to worry, we'll find the perfect match for you…somewhere…I wonder – yes! Why not! My great-great grandfather created this one long time ago…for a very special wizard during the beginning of the wizarding world…eleven inches, elder wand and basilisk fang; quite heavy and firm; prefect for parseltongues, potions and defense against the dark arts…give it a wave."

Harry took the wand and felt a sudden warmth in his fingers. Within seconds the wand let out a stream of green and red sparks.

Ollivander clapped, happily, "Oh, bravo! And here I thought that this little one will be forever forgotten; very good indeed! Now that will be…twenty galleons total."

After paying, the Potter family left the wand store and was about to head to the Leaky Cauldron when Iris spotted several boys about her age had their noses pressed against a window with a broomstick in it.

"Look, the new Nimbus two thousand! I heard it's supposed to be the fastest broom ever!"

But Petunia noticed too, "If you are thinking about asking getting a new broom young lady, you're sadly mistaken. Besides, first years are not allowed to have a broomstick until their second year."

Iris pouted and crossed her arms while Azalea and Harry chuckled.

The Potter family apparated to Potter Manor since Potter Mansion is located in France. Alexander decided to use his cousin's former home while the children attend Hogwarts, but during summer, they will be going back to France.

The twins settle down on their twin beds and stared at the night sky.

"Just imagine Harry. In just a couple of days, we'll be going to the same school mum and dad went to…and we get to learn magic, make new friends and-and…"

"Yea, I know sis. The stories that our uncles have told us about our parents when they attended Hogwarts…I can't wait either."

Iris smiled before making a serious face, "We better watch out for the Headmaster. Uncle Raven mentioned that he was trying to find us since the day we vanished Riddle."

"I know," murmured Harry before smirking, "It's a good thing we are planning out his downfall and if Riddle ever does come back, we'll be ready to face him – and beat him once and for all."

Iris nodded, seeing the determination in her twin's eyes. Soon the two fell asleep in the same bed ever since they can remember.

-Break Line-

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