The Twin Potters and the Philosopher's stone

A.N.: I don't own Harry Potter, J.K. Rowling does.

Full Summary: What would have changed in Harry's live if he had a twin sister, who also survived the killing curse? Would it have been easier? Or not? Might sound cliché but give it a chance.

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Rated: T

Genre: Adventure/ Drama

Pairing: Almost all cannon

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Chapter 1:

The Twins that Lived

For eleven years the wizardry world lived in a war, filled with tension, grief and lost. People tried to live their lives the best they could, trying to keep the light of hope on. They tried, but it was difficult. It was difficult to leave your family at home, not knowing if when you get back they'll be there, if they'll be alive. Not knowing if you'll get back, now knowing if you'll even arrive in your destination. He-who-must-not-be-named and his followers were cruel. They don't think twice before killing others, they, sometimes, even just kill 'for the fun of it'. That's part of their philosophy, get what you want no matter what. And just to make it all worst, You-Know-Who was getting so powerful that it was a terrifying adventure to just go out in the street.

Even at the Hogwarts castle, the place known as safest to be at that time was filled apprehensiveness and dread. Dread for your live and your beloved ones. That's why Professor Minerva McGnagall was surprised to hear a knock on her headquarters' door, late at night, at Halloween. She put her robes on in record speed and ran out to answer the door. There she found her fellow colleague, Hogwarts Keeper of the Keys, Rubeus Hagrid looking at her with teary eyes.

"What's the matter, Hagrid?" She asked worried.

"The Potters…You-Know-Who… Gone" Hagrid said in a hurried breath. Minerva stopped him.

"Hagrid! Hagrid!" She waved her hand in frustration "What's wrong? Spill it out already" She exclaimed, mentally wondering who was killed by the bloody snake this time. Hagrid took a deep breath and finally let out.

"You-Know-Who went after the Potters" He started, pausing for one second as Minerva let out a gasp. She had always liked Lily and James… didn't they just had twins?! "And… Lily and James, t-they're dead"

"Oh no!" Minerva put her hands on her lips trying not to cry. How many talented, innocent people would still have to die until this war was over?

"There's more" Hagrid said "He tried to kill little Harry and Jackie…"

"What?!" Minerva cried "They're just babies"

"That's the thing, Professor" Hagrid told her "He couldn't kill them. He tried but he couldn't. They survived and on top of all, You-Know-Who is gone… possibly because of them"

"Oh my!" Minerva was totally shocked. "But… how… Does Albus know of this? What will happen to the twins? Aren't Sirius Black and Remus Lupin their godfathers? Do they know of this? Oh my God! They'll be devastated!"

"Woah! Calm down." Hagrid held out his hands in aggravation "He probably knows, I mean, he knows everything, right? He actually has just left the castle… Said he'd go to a kind of muggle street. Private Drive. And well, I don't know what will happen to the babies, or if Sirius Black and Remus Lupin know. It's all a mess here actually. Even the students are waking up with all of this commotion. We'll need to calm them down…" Hagrid found himself babbling but Minerva stopped hearing after 'Private Drive' She was too worried on what would happen to Harry and Jackie Potter…

He left the castle?! What is he doing in a muggle street? He should be looking for a place to little Harry and Jackie to live! Sirius, Remus and Peter will most likely want to raise them. But Lupin's condition and Black's family fame will be a issue…Humm… but they don't have any family left, so they'd go to their godfathers…Unless… no! It wouldn't be possible. Harry and Jackie Potter can't go to live with muggles. Especially muggles like Lily's sister…I have to make sure this won't happen.

Minerva, still lost in her thoughts, walked over her fireplace and in an almost zumbi-like motion murmured the words "Diagon Alley" as she stepped into the green flames. A second later she found herself inside 'The Leaky Cauldron', one of the most popular pups in the wizardry community. The owner, Tom, was behind the main counter setting up things for when it would open.

"Cheers, Professor McGonagall" Tom smiled. It wasn't everyday a guy would see his former Professor appearing in their restaurant's fireplace in an casual green robes looking strangely out of place at 5 a.m. Minerva, simply, nodded at him. She knew what he was thinking, but she didn't have time for that. She closed her eyes and with a 'pop' she was now standing in a muggle street Privet Drive in Little Whinging.

She was sure that Lily Potter's sister lived on that street, she just wasn't sure on which house. She sighed, it was only 5 in the morning, most muggles would only start waking up in about an hour and it didn't look as if Harry Potter and Jackie Potter were there. It's going to be a long day She thought and in an blink of an eye a tabby cat was standing on her place, in front of the house number four, where Petunia, Vernon and Dudley Dursley were snoring loudly, not knowing that the cat in front of their house was watching the street's every move.

The day passed, and it took Minerva much patience to get through it. She spent the whole day hearing the stupid muggles telling to 'shoo', while she gave them her best stern look, she watched the owls fly around like crazy, doubtless spreading the news that the Dark Lord was gone, she heard shooting stars speeding like crazy and asked herself how could people be so careless. She tried to not to burst out of annoyance every time she heard in the muggles news how everyone was wondering why there were so many owls in the sky that day, or contemplating this amazing shooting stars that were covering the skies of all England. And worst, she had to work out all of her patience as she watched the muggles on house number four. She isn't prejudiced against muggles, but that couple was so incredibly dense that it hurt her to even think of how that kid would grow up. She didn't even want to think about, in fact her day was so stressful that she didn't have the strength to think about it.

It was only late that night that something truly interesting happened. When Albus Dumbledore materialized himself with a 'pop' in front of the house number four on private drive that Minerva left a bit of hope. The headmaster of Hogwarts stared at her and chucked

"Fancy seeing you here, Professor McGonagall" He told her and taking this as a cue, Minerva transformed back to her human form. She started at him

"How did you know?" She asked and he laughed again

"I've never seen a cat sit so stiffly, my dearest professor" He told her

"You'd be stiffly too, if had to sit on a brick all day" Minerva huffed angrily

"What? All day?" Albus said "When you could've been celebrating. I must have passed through a dozen parties on my way here."

"And take part on this careless feast?" Minerva rolled her eyes "No, thank you. I know it has been eleven hard years and we have a lot of reason to celebrate, but couldn't they have been more careful. Muggles aren't that stupid, they've noticed things, It's all over their news. Shooting stars and flack of owls. I'd like to see how lovely that'd be. The day that You-Know-Who has finally gone, the day muggles discover about magic" She then stopped for a moment and asked "I suppose he really has gone, right, Dumbledore?"

Albus smiled "It certainly seems so. We have a lot to be thankful for. Would you care for a Lemon Drop?"

"A what?"

"Lemon Drop, a muggle sweet I'm really found of…" He explained "Grabbed some on my way here"

"Er… No, Thank you." Minerva said coldly knowing that he was trying to avoid the real question "As I was saying, we still have to be careful even thought You-Know-Who…"

"I think that a sensible person like yourself, my dear professor, should call him by his name. Voldemort" Albus said as Minerva flinched. "Being afraid of the name only increases the fear itself" Minerva stared at him. He was for sure trying to distract her

"Very well, then. Even thought V-Voldemort has gone, we should still be careful…" She started "What brings me to another question…" She looked at him "There has been rumors that he went after the Potters…" She paused to only receive a nod as an answer "And that Lily and James Potter are d-dead" She couldn't help but tears fall down her cheeks as another nod reached her.

"Lily and James, Oh Albus… I can't believe it" She cried. Albus patted her back, trying to console her "I know… I know…" Her voice failed her a little as she continued "It's not all… they're also saying that he went after the Potters twins, Harry and Jacqueline, but that… for some reason, he couldn't kill them. They're the reason he's gone…" She stopped and received yet another nod "It's true?"

"Yes"

"After all things, he has done, all people he has killed. Two babies stopped him? How?" Minerva inquired

"That's what we've all been wondering" Albus admitted "We can only guess…We may never know"

With those simple words, silence filled the space between them. Minerva took a handkerchief out her robe's pocket and placed it under her eyes drying the tears, as Albus took a strange watch from his pocket and examined it. It had twelve hands but no numbers; instead, little planets were moving aroundthe edge. But it must have made sense to Albus, because he declared then

"Hagrid's late" He said "I suppose he was the one who told you I'd be here anyway"

"Yes" Minerva said "And now, May I ask you what you're doing here?"

"I've come to bring Harry and Jacqueline to their aunt and uncle. They're the only family they have left now"

"You don't mean the people who live on that house?!" Minerva cried, her fears were true after all. "Albus, I've been watching them all day. They're horrid. You can't possibly want Harry and Jacqueline Potter to live here! Can't you see they'll be famous. Every kid will know their names. I bet there are a lot of fine wizardry families that will be delighted to raise them…"

"Can't you see, Minerva? It's the best place for them" Albus said firmly "You said so yourself. They'll be famous, so famous that they won't have peace, imagine growing up like that. Here they'll be able to be normal kids. I've explained everything in a letter and I'll ask for them to explain everything to them when they're older"

"I can see your point about the growing up part, but a letter?" Minerva looked at him incredulous "How can you expect to explain it all in a letter, Albus?"

"It's the best we can do, Minerva" Albus glanced at her with his full moon glasses "It's the only way" Minerva sighed, knowing she wouldn't win this fight. "You're right. But how are they getting here, anyway?" She asked

"Hagrid's bringing them"

"Not that I don't trust Hagrid… but are you sure it's wise to trust Hagrid with something like that… he can be careless sometimes" Minerva questioned worried, but Albus simply said

"I would trust Hagrid with my life" and that exactly moment a noise distracted them making them both look up above them on the sky and slowly they could see the sign of a headlight, when suddenly a huge flying motorcycle fell off of the sky right in front of them. And riding was someone even bigger than the motorcycle itself, Hagrid.

"Hagrid" Albus said relieved "At last. Where did you get that motorcycle?"

"Young Sirius Black lent it to me, sir" Hagrid explained as he got out of the vehicle holding two buddle of blankets

"Was there any problem?" Albus asked concerned

"No, but the house was pretty much destroyed, and they fell asleep over Bristol…" Hagrid said as the two Professor leaded over to see two figures under the blankets. One had a tuft of jet-black hair and the other a reddish hair. Both babies had a scar on their foreheads. Identical scars like a bolt of lightning.

"Is that where—?" Minerva whispered

"Yes, they'll have that scar forever" Albus said

"Isn't there anything you can do about it, Dumbledore?" Minerva asked

"Even if I could do something about it, I wouldn't. Scars can be pretty useful." Albus said "I have one myself above my left knee that is a perfect map of the London Underground. Well, give them here, Hagrid, we shall as well get over it…"

"Wait… can I say goodbye?" Hagrid asked as he gave both babies whiskery kisses, and let out a howl like a wounded dog.

"Keep it down" Minerva snapped "You'll wake the muggles"

"Sorry… C-Couldn't help it" He said as Albus took the babies in his arms and let them on the doorway alongside with a letter. The three of the stood there for a moment, until Minerva broke the uneasy silence

"I guess we should go now" She said "I hope to you two soon at the school…" The other two men nodded in agreement

"Yes, I'll be goin' too" Hagrid said "I have to return the bike" He added as he mounted on Sirius Black's flying motorcycle and took off "See you at school, Professors" And with that he disappeared in the sky.

"See you later, Albus" Minerva said one last time as she disappeared with a 'pop'. Albus Dumbledore stayed for one more minute, as he glanced up on the sky to see the moon and that reminded him that the previous night had been full moon. Hurt filled him one more time as he looked at the two young babies and whispered "Good Luck" Before disappearing.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the London, Remus Lupin was passed out on his bed, not knowing that two of his best friends were dead, one was about to be thrown in Azkaban without a trail for the murder of thirteen people, including another one of his best friends. He also couldn't even imagine that his best friends only kids, one of who was his goddaughter, were about be live in a house where they'd have to wear their spoiled cousin old clothes, share the smallest bedroom of the house, of which only has one bed, be forced to endure their cousin and his friends stupid jokes, and something getting hit by them. Little did he know that his whole world had turned upside down from one day to another and there was nothing he could do about it, no matter how hard he tried. Little did he know that all wizards in Britain were celebrating that day as they cheered "To Harry and Jacqueline Potter, The Twins that Lived"