This story is now fully edited.
This was my first fanfiction, and is very close to my heart. I adore these characters, and I hope you will too. Please note that the sequel to this, The Twins Who Lived and the Chamber of Secrets, has FINALLY BEEN EDITED AND WILL BE UPDATED WITH A *NEW* CHAPTER SHORTLY.
Enjoy!
The Twins Who Lived and the Sorcerer's Stone
Chapter 1: The Girls Who Lived
Mr. and Mrs. Dursley who lived at Number Four, Privet Drive were proud to say that they were perfectly normal, thank you very much. They were the last sort of people who you'd expect to be involved in anything strange or unusual, because they just didn't hold wih such nonsense.
But then on the night of October thirty-first, something happened in the exact world they hated so much.
Vernon Dursley had noticed strange things all day: funny looking people in cloaks, fireworks, owls flying hither-pither, and a very small, squeaky man had even hugged him!
On his way to his car at the end of the day, he overheard a whispered conversation that greatly worried him between of the several cloaked people.
"…Yes, the Potter's…"
"That's what I heard…their daughters, the twins…"
"Tabitha and Matilda, yes, that's what Horace told me…"
Vernon Dursley's large, shiny forehead wrinkled. Potter was the last name of Petunia's dratted sister and her husband. And – unless he was mistaken – Tabitha and Matilda were the names of their daughters. Could that mean that whatever was going on was related to…their kind?
He shook himself, thinking that he was being silly. He was sure that the names weren't the same…and Potter wasn't a very uncommon name…perhaps Taylor and Megan were the twins' names.
Yes, that would be it. He straightened up, feeling better, and enjoyed a nice drive home, yelling at other drivers and trying not to get caught speeding.
After dinner that night – and following a very unusual news alert about owls and fireworks, Vernon decided to hesitantly approach the subject with his wife.
"Er – Petunia?"
She nodded to show she was listening.
"What were the names of the…Potter girls? Taylor and Megan, weren't they?"
Petunia stiffened as she always did when the subject of her sister came up. Her lips tight, she answered, "Tabitha and Matilda. Nasty common names, you ask me."
"Quite." Agreed Vernon, but privately he was worried. What were the possibilities of twins with the same names as their relatives linked to strange events? He tried not to think about it…
After all, he thought later that night, there was no way it could affect them, whatever it was.
"I should have known you would be here, Professor McGonagall."
The man had long, silvery hair, a beard equally as long, and was dressed in dark blue robes. He was on a street where everything from his name – which was Albus Dumbledore – to his buckled boots, was unwelcome, but the street was dark, thanks to a nifty device in his pocket.
He sat down on the brick wall outside Number 4, next to a tabby cat that had been there the whole day.
Slowly the cat changed until it was a person, and the stern-faced woman wore square spectacles that were quite similar to the markings that had been on the cat's face.
"How did you know it was me?" she asked crossly.
Albus Dumbledore's eyes glittered behind his half-moon spectacles. "My dear Professor, never in my life have I seen a cat sit that stiffly."
The woman sniffed disdainfully.
The two sat in silence for a moment, but then Minerva could take it no longer.
"Are the rumours true then, Albus?" she demanded. "Is – is he really…?"
Dumbledore nodded in response to her unfinished question. "It certainly seems that way, Minerva."
"And – and the Potters?" she asked, sniffing slightly. "Are they–?"
"I'm afraid so," said Dumbledore gravely, pulling out a handkerchief and handing it to her. "Only the girls survived."
"But how?" cried Minerva. "How could two little girls stop him?"
"That, Minerva, is something I do not know."
A few minutes later, a giant motorbike landed on the street with a crash. Both professors stood up, looking totally unalarmed, and walked over to greet the man riding the bike.
If the bike was huge, it was nothing compared to the one who rode it. He stood twice as tall as a normal man, and several times as wide. He had wild black hair and a beard to match, but his black eyes were kind and gentle.
"Professor Dumbledore sir, Professor McGonagall," said the man gruffly. He reached into his enormous jacket and pulled out first one bundle, then two. They both fit easily in his trash-can lid sized hands, and he held them carefully before passing them to Dumbledore. "They fell asleep just as we was flyin' over Bristol."
Dumbledore carried the bundles over to the doorstep of Number Four.
"Do you really think it wise, Albus?" asked Professor McGonagall nervously, following him. "I've watched these people all day, and they're the worst sort of Muggles imaginable! I saw the boy kicking his mother as they walked down the street, screaming for sweets! These girls will be famous! There won't be a child in our world who doesn't know their names!"
"Exactly," said Dumbledore, setting down the babies. "They're better off growing up away from all that." He tucked a letter into the blanket of one of the twins – Tabitha, to be exact.
The twins couldn't know what would happen the next day – being awoken by their Aunt's scream as she went to put out the milk – or in the months to follow – being poked and pinched by Dudley.
They never even imagined what would happen in the summer of their eleventh birthday…