HI Everybody!

I love all the Harry Potter stories. After reading all stories of all types, I got this idea of having two leading pairings into one story. So I thought of having Twins, one girl and one boy. I simply love Sirius Black and had to have him as one of my main characters. So I decided to make the Marauders youngsters who belong to Herissa's (the name of Harry's female counterpart) timeline and study with them. The Twins will not be related to Potters. And there will be some rude, some evil, some bullying and some manipulating characters, who will be bashed as the story goes on.

Finally this is the story I came up with. Please enjoy and tell me how it is.

I am really really sorry for those who had already read my story and liked it. Initially I thought of writing a slash and a straight pairing with Harry*Sirius. But however much I like to read such stories, I am unable to write one. So I have decided to change Harry into a girl. This won't change the plot much, just some scenes will be shown in different angle. Those who were interested in reading such pairing, I am really sorry. I won't object if you leave this story now. If at all anyone writes a story with my previous intentions, please do let me know and I will be your avid follower. Thank you for your support till now. I will try my best to reply back to all reviews, something I have started only recently. Thank you

Disclaimer:

I do not own Twilight or any of its characters. This is a fan-fiction that is created using the already present characters created by her and some added by me. I don't want nor need nor own any benefits from this story other than some wonderful reviews and some relaxing laughs.

Richard and Marie Primell were celebrating Halloween very happily. There was a box full of bakery goods, chocolates and other delicacies beside the door; ready to be given out to the little pranksters that would knock on their doors saying 'Trick or Treat'. Their two twins, Herissa and Alex, each gave out a happy squeal whenever they saw a kid at the door. The Primells were having a happy night indeed.

Richard and Marie were a wizard and a witch, magical. They were both from magical families of long descent and were known as purebloods. But they never let it get to their heads. They loved people both magical and non-magical, who were called muggles, alike. That is why, when there was news circulating about a Dark Lord creating havoc in the name of pureblood supremacy, they had comfortably shifted into a muggle society. There, Marie gave birth to a pair of Twins, a girl named Herissa and a boy named Alex.

Maybe it would change when they grew up, but Herissa and Alex looked alike in all their features except the eyes. Alex's eyes were a soft hazel while that of Herissa's were piercing bright green. You would have to look very closely and know them well enough to spot any other minuscule difference. But they were different in their behaviour. Alex was an active kid, who would pull down anything he could reach since the day he started crawling, just for the fun of it. He was an early walker and always struggled to be put down so he could explore around. One moment a caterpillar would hold his attention, only to be pulled away towards a car going by on the road. Alex would cry out in demand for whatever he wanted and could not reach. Herissa, on the other hand, was a passive kid. She was an early babbler, who would happily just sit down and look out of the window or just watch her brother play. She did not cry as much, and would babble a lot at anyone paying attention to her.

Together they were an adorable pair. Both of them supplemented each other. When one would cry, the other would just sit by and pat the other. Either would wait for feeding calmly while the other was being fed. Left alone and they would just play with each other; never once were they caught fighting over anything.

The twins had a unique ability, which none, not even their parents, knew. They could mentally communicate with each other. Being young, right now it would only be a picture or a feeling, but it was fluent and effective. Since they were used to it since birth, they automatically developed a synchrony with each other.

That Halloween night, a dark lord, named Voldemort, was on a prowl for some fresh muggles to torture along with his followers, who named themselves Death Eaters. Voldemort wanted to show the wizarding world that muggles were helpless weak things only good enough to be treated as filth and slaves. So he chose a muggle colony, which incidentally was where Primells were staying. A colony where on the streets, many kids of all ages were wearing some masks and clothing and roaming from door to door enjoying themselves. With a mere nod from their master, the death eaters suddenly attacked the colony. In a few seconds, laughter transformed into screams, make-up into blood, and costumes into corpses. Enjoying the panic being raised around, Voldemort was also going to random houses and killing the residents.

That night was also celebrated night in the magical world of wizards and witches. Most of the public was on holiday, and the selected few still working, were also enjoying the festive mood. Same was the case with aurors on duty, who were similar to police amongst muggles. Maybe that was why there was delay in receiving the news. As the mini party was going on in the other room, John Dawlish, a recent auror recruit, came into the auror office to pick up something. As soon as he arrived, he was alerted to the two owls fluttering around. He came immediately into action when he read that there is an attack going on a nearby muggle colony. He immediately rushed to the staff present and gave them the news. In a minute, about a dozen aurors vanished with a crack.

As soon as they arrived at the said location, they immediately fell into action. Few of them could match the death eaters in combat, and they were easily out numbered. Still they fought. Suddenly, all the wizards froze in place when a big blast came from one of the houses.

Just earlier with Voldemort…

Voldemort suddenly felt the presence of magical wards around a house. He saw two owls fluttering away from it. Smirking, he realised that there were wizards in this colony who must have asked for help. He easily dismantled the wards and blasted the door open. Immediately, a red stunning curse flew at him, which he swatted aside with a simple shield. Curses and hexes came continuously from inside, but his shield held. Entering the house presented him with two adults and presumably their kids, who were being shielded by them. Shield still held stable, he asked out carelessly,

"So, are you on my side or the other?"

The man spat out, "We would never side with a monster like you. Get out of my house."

"My! Such a bad temper! You should choose your words carefully. Those words will be responsible for the death of you wife and kids too. But first, you will have to be punished."

Before the man could react, Voldemort said Avada Kedavra. The kids, who were huddled behind their mother, saw a green jet of light strike their father in the chest and he just fell down, not moving anymore. They heard their mother let out a big scream at this and were frightened. Then another jet, this time a purple light hit the mother, and she fell down before them, screaming and twitching in pain. Their eyes watered as they tried to pat their mother out of pain, but to no avail. Laughing, the bad man, stopped and released another green light, and their mother fell limp before them with her eyes wide open. The kids were truly scared now.

Voldemort sighed at the easy kill. As he was about to leave, he saw the two panicked and crying babies patting their mother, one of which was glaring at him. 'No one looks into my eyes like that and lives' he thought and decided to do away with the kids too. He thought that this would be a perfect kill for his final horcrux. He recited a long incantation, put an intricately designed dagger beside him, and waved his wand into specific runic symbols into the air to prepare his soul to be split and be absorbed into the dagger. Then he pointed his wand at the one glaring, the one with hazel eyes. Suddenly, the green eyed one looked up in panic. As soon the curse left his wand, the second kid jumped into the path of the strike and fell down. Voldemort's eyebrows twitched in annoyance, 'ooh what a great sibling love', and lift his wand at the hazel eyed one again. The said kid's hazel eyes were looking down in concentration at the sibling; who was MOVING? More like, the kid was struggling to hold still with arms held tightly around as if trying to hold something very volatile. Voldemort panicked.

"No, No. This curse is undefeatable. How is this baby still moving?"

Panicked, he once again started to spell out the curse, when suddenly, the hazel eyed one bent down and held the other kid's hands. Both of them looked up in anger into the eyes of the bad man standing there. Like a spell cast, the hazel eyed kid screamed and in one swift motion, they disconnected their hands from each other's. Swiftly the hazel eyed kid spread them towards the man. Voldemort saw his own killing curse, being thrown back at him. Before he could react, the curse hit him with a huge blast of power which blew apart the house. His body fell down as a corpse, as his mutilated soul escaped. But since he had already prepared the necessary barriers, his soul split into two and one part escaped. The other part searched for the nearest piece to imbibe itself into. Since the dagger was thrown away with the blast, it searched for the next nearest piece. The two kids were the only ones nearby. So the soul went and attached itself to the nearest one. When the aurors reached them, they found the twins lying beside each other holding hands. Both were unconscious and one of them had a lightning bolt shaped scar on the forehead.