Hello ALL! This is my first AU Fanfic ever, so please, welcome it with open arms and warms hugs hehe :3 I am in no way trying to plagiarize! Please do not call the cops on me X/
This is just an idea I got when writing some poetry. I don't know how active in this story I'll be, but I will try and stick with it!
Also, I'll be using dialogues from the actual books, and will try sticking to Harry's adventures mostly! The only things I will be changing myself will be the friends (though ron and Herimoe are gonna be Bffs hah) as well as relationships and how some events go.
And before every fic of course, I must always declare that I in no way came up with a world such as thee.
All rights belong to J.K. Rowling, the true ruler of fantasy XD
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On the 31st of July in 1980, Lily and James Potter welcomed two twin girls into their family. Their names were Lyla Jamison Potter and Arabella Lillian Potter. From the moment they were born, one could easily tell they were a unique set, mostly due to the fact that the two looked nothing alike. While Lyla had her mother's startling red hair and fair skin, Arabella had inherited her father's messy black mop of hair and somewhat tanned complexion. The only two things the two girls did share between one another was their set of identical green eyes, and similar facial features such as their curved noses and the impish smile they had Inherited from their father.
Though it was a dark time indeed to start a family, the Potters managed, always looking to the bright side of things. James always invited his friends over, to which Sirius Black and Remus Lupin, two of his best friends from school would always oblige, happy to see their friend in such high spirits. Together, the three would watch the two girls zoom around Potter Manor on their new toy broomsticks, laughing to one another that the girls would one day go and play Quidditch for England in their adult lives. Lily would merely roll her eyes and mutter under her breath, as she deemed Quidditch a dangerous sport, to which James would reply with a devilish smile and wink.
The happiness did not last, however, and on an especially dark Halloween night, Lily and James Potter were found dead in their destroyed home, their two daughters alive on some miraculous miracle and no sign of the evil that had tarnished the Potters home and family.
The evil was none other than Lord Voldemort himself, who had come to the Potters' residents under the influence of a prophecy, where he had learned of a child who would have the power to defeat him. The parents were nothing if not easy to get rid of, the father plain stupid while the mother just foolish. With two spouts of blinding green light, they dropped lifelessly upon the ground, their eyes gazing far into nothing. Lord Voldemort then turned his wand to the twins, who were awake in their shared crib, large orbs of green studying the dark hooded man with curiosity. A quick flick of his wand, a flash of green light. Lastly, a shriek of pain and terror. Lord Voldemort was no more.
When a motorbike roar came into hearing distance, the house was almost completely gone, frames rigidly standing and not a living soul (aside from the twins) was to be seen. A large, bulky man made his way through the rubble, dropping down and sobbing at the lifeless bodies that would forever haunt his dreams of two brave people who had earned a fate worse than anyone could deserve. He soon made his way up to where the nursery had once stood, hearing faint sobs and small gasps. Two babies sat awake in an almost deteriorated crib, their eyes visibly red, faces pink with frustration. The large man couldn't help but let another sob rack his body, to which he bent over and scooped the two up, each fitting neatly and comfortably into his two palms. That's when he noticed something, something so faint it was a shock he caught sight of it. Two thin, identical, lightning-shaped scars, like a thin slice upon their delicate flesh.
The large man made his way back through the falling house and quickly placed the two young girls in the pockets of his jacket, making sure they were safe and secure. He was still crying, silvery tears dripping down his cheeks silently. He kept on muttering in a gruff voice "so sad…can' believe it…Lily an' James gone…"
The man revved the engine of his motorbike and began rumbling down the streets of Godric's Hollow, quickly pulling up off the ground and soaring high above the clouds before he drew attention to himself. As he flew over Bristol on his magical motorbike, he kept glancing down at the two twins who sat in his pockets. He noticed Lyla's eyes closing and opening slowly, something that made him laugh, a feeling he hadn't been able to muster for quite some time. Arabella was already fast asleep, her thick head of black hair moving as the breeze blew through.Soon, the bike began a very steep descent until its wheels slapping hardly upon the neat gravel of Privet Drive. The whole street was dark, except the faint illumination that was in front of Number Four, where two robed figures stood waiting.
"Hagrid," said a man with long white hair and twinkling blue eyes, a tone of relief noticeable in his voice. "At last. And where did you get that motorcycle?"
"Borrowed it, Professor Dumbledore sir," said the giant man as he gingerly climbed off the bike. "Young Sirius Black lent it to me. I've got them, sir."
"No problems were there?""No sir, — I got them out all right before the Muggles started swarmin' around. They fell asleep as we were flyin' over Bristol."
The long-haired man, Dumbledore, bent down to see the two girls swaddled in Hagrid's arms, as did the witch standing beside them. Under the twins' tufts of soft hair, the lightning shaped scars could be seen, which made the witch gasp and cover her mouth.
"Is that where —?" she whispered in a hoarse tone.
"Yes," said Dumbledore sadly. "They'll have those scars forever."
"Can't you do something about them, Dumbledore?"
The man gave her a small smile, one that was laced with sadness and something else the woman couldn't quite place.
"Even if I could, I wouldn't. Scars can come in handy. I have one myself above my left knee that is a perfect map of the London underground. Well — give them here, Hagrid — we'd better get this over with."
Dumbledore had to coax the big man to give him the girls, to which once done, turned to Number Four.
"Could I — could I say goodbye to them, sir?" asked Hagrid. He bent his great head over the two babies and gave them both a kiss, ones that must have been scratchy and whiskey. And suddenly, as if possessed by the urge to wake all of Privet Drive, he let out a howl that sounded like a wounded animal.
"Shhh!" hissed the woman, her lips tight and eyes scanning the dark windows. "You'll wake the Muggles!"
"S-s-sorry," the big man sobbed, his shoulders shaking and tears streaming down his rugged face. From deep down in his many pockets, he took out a rather large spotted handkerchief, burying his face into it. "I c-c-can't stand it — Lily an' James dead — an' poor little Arabella and Lyla off ter live with Muggles —"
"Yes, yes, it's all very sad, but get a grip on yourself Hagrid, or we'll be found out," the witch whispered quickly, patting the giant man gently on the arm timidly, watching Dumbledore make his way to the doorstep of Number Four.
When he reached his destination, he tenderly placed the two girls on the steps, tucking a letter in each of their blankets, then making his way back to where the two others stood. They all stood there for a good few minutes, their eyes fixated on the two bundles. Hagrid's shoulders shook, the woman beside him blinking her eyes fiercely.
"Well," said Dumbledore after a while, "that's that. We have no business staying here. We may as well go and join the celebrations."
"Yeah," muttered Hagrid, eyes swollen. "I'll be takin' Sirius his bike back. G'night Professor McGonagall — Professor Dumbledore, sir."
As Hagrid vanished into the clouds above, Dumbledore turned to the witch, his eyes twinkling once again.
"I shall see you soon, I expect, Professor McGonagall."
The woman only replied with her nose being harshly blown.
Dumbledore walked away from Number Four, only turning in time to see a tabby cat slink off into the bushes, it's tail held high and its eyes glinting brightly. He smiled and turned his gaze to where the two bundles rested, visibly being able to see one small hand protruding from the cloth.
"Good luck, you two," he murmured, and with a quick turn of his heel, he was gone, leaving Privet Drive alone and dark, as it had been before any of the robed figures had made themselves known.