Doorstep Potter's
By: Beyond-The-Veil
Chapter One: Doorstep Nights
Harry was looking out the window of his new flat he had bought recently, exactly a week ago. He was now going to be in his seventh year, he would be Head Boy and Quidditch Captain. If Hermione was here and he told her then, she would get mad and tell him it's too much because of everything that's going on in his seventh year, including Voldemort and N.E.W.T.s.
He just stared outside. He was on the eighth floor, and was wondering what this year was going to bring him. Questions filled his head also, like was he going to destroy Voldemort this year or was he going to die instead? He wondered if he'd ever see the smiling face of Luna...He's liked her since last year when she was the only one who actually got through to him after Sirius' death. But it was better now; Sirius was back and living where he was bound to.
The Unspeakables found a way to get Sirius out. He was free of course, last year he found Peter at Privet Drive in his Animagus self. Sirius came back, but he was emotionally scarred and he couldn't talk for two or three weeks after he was taken back. Sirius told Harry it was mostly all his nightmares in one night as he stayed in the Veil. Harry was overjoyed having his godfather back.
Sitting on the balcony ledge, Harry sighed and ran his fingers through his hair, just like his father did when he saw Lily Evans around. But Harry didn't see anybody; he always did it when he was depressed or thinking too hard and gets a big head ache when he woke up the next day.
A noise came from the hallway next door over. It was old people, wizards living together, he knew they were brothers and didn't like to be disturbed. That was one thing he liked about his flat, everywhere around him it was quiet like a small mouse scurrying around a corner. Harry put his head back on the window and sighed heavily. He had so much on his mind though. He was glad no one really cared that Famous Harry Potter was living in their apartment building.
Then hearing more commotion outside his door, Harry got suspicious. The old men next door never made much sound except for the snoring he heard some of the times or their high voices on their bingo nights on Wednesdays. But today was Thursday night, which also was his birthday. He stayed with Sirius the whole day and he knew there shouldn't be voices outside.
Harry jumped out from the balcony window and turned towards the doors. He heard someone putting something on his doorstep and he thought it was just a salesperson but the person knocked and Harry heard a running of feet. Teenager muggles, Harry said to himself. Bu he couldn't help but open the door widely to see if they came back at all to see their damage take effect.
He saw nothing and was going to shut the door when he saw two small baby seats, containing two small toddlers who couldn't even fit in their seat. He saw a note and his first thought that went in his mind was: This can't be happening to me right now, it's all a dream.
But it wasn't a dream. First Harry pinched himself and he still stood there watching the children and then Harry kneeled down and looked at the baby one. It was definitely a boy. He had brown dark hair and his eyes were a small inch of green and brown together. Harry then moved to the next and smiled when he saw a red curly head little girl, who was soundly sleeping, as not like her brother. So Harry couldn't see her eyes, but he bet they were just the same as his.
Harry took the note on his door and put it in his pocket. He did the most undreamed of thing ever he thought he would do: He took the small baby seats, one in each arm and hauled them both inside. He set the babies on his bed and took out his letter from the parent(s) and read aloud.
"Dear Harry Potter,
I am hopefully wishing you would take my babies in. I can not take care of them, I know I can't because of this night I will be dead. I am sorry to say that these babies are the children of a Father who is a Death Eater, but I know he will die tonight. I am their mother; I will not tell you my identity.
I would hope so much to have my children with me and watch them grow up. But I know I have to do this to save them and my self from the Dark lord. I hope you do understand. I do not give you these children because I know you have a lot of galleons in your vault but because you are a very good person and everyone adores you, even me. I hope you take care of my children.
I also know you won't give them to an orphanage. You turned seventeen today and two months after I found after your birthday I heard you could adopt children. I hope you do that with them.
By the way when you have children under the Dark Lord you don't give them names until their four years old, I knot its stupid and just to tell you their three and four months. Their birthday is April 17th. You can give them any name you care for...I do say Lily does seem nice, don't you think? I knew your Mum very well, she was very nice to me when I was very young, and we were next door neighbors.
P.S. They love to play with magic. Don't give them your wand.
Harry didn't see another small note, one of the biggest ones.
Harry put the letter down and looked at the young kids on his own bed. He moved the twins or fraternal twins on the light blue couch. He then kissed them goodnight and after he did it, he couldn't believe it but the mother of there children were absolutely right. Then he went to sleep on his bed slowly drifting into a dream. Harry smiled as he dreamt of Luna's smiling face.