Lily Potter clutched the cradle that contained her two children inside as the sounds of dueling commenced downstairs. Her eyes were screwed shut as she muttered her prayers and hopes that her sleeping babies would live to see the next dawn. As she heard the thud beneath them she prayed she would hear James's triumphant yell. The only sound was the carefully placed footsteps coming up the stairs. Lily peared at her two children, their Amethyst and Emerald eyes gazing back at her. She murmured an apology and then cut her palm with a ceremonial blade from the goblins at Gringotts. Blood dripped upon the chalked runes upon the ground that surrounded the cradle.

Lily stood to face the imminent threat that faced her family, she placed herself so the Dark Lord would not see the activated protective runes. The cloaked figure then raised his wand at her and commanded she move aside. She refused.

She shrieked as the killing curse hit her. Her arms were clasped together in a final silent prayer as she fell dead to the floor. Voldemort regarded the two children entangled together in their cradle, wand at the ready. Over a year had passed since Severus had informed him of the prophecy spouted by the Trelawny woman in the Hog's head.

Two twins born, last of July,

Together the strongest,

With goodness at heart,

Ever judging eyes,

None shall lie before them.

Hearts filled with twilight,

Shall destroy the Dark Lord.

The Dark Lord peered at them, two innocent children. He did not wish to kill them. He must not be brought down before he reached his goal and saw his cause fulfilled. He trusted his followers as they were loyal, but no true Slytherin was blind to their friends flaws like a Gryffindor. If he were to die, his cause would die with him. Severus had spoken of how for the prophecy to be halted he would have to kill at least one. Their sparkling eyes locked with his glowing red eyes. He cast a simple spell to assess their magical auras. Most children began to develop them at their age, beginning to perform their first accidental magic. The power flowed from them, strong for their age. Separately they were nothing but average, the boy perhaps a little stronger, but coating their own individual auras was a second second wave was immensely powerful, made through an ancient ritual of blood magic, magical sphaeram, only able to be cast on blood twins. As long as they were separate they could not defeat him, there was no need to kill them. Lord Voldemort plucked up the curious little girl from her brother's grasp. Bellatrix had always wanted a little girl.

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Dumbledore coughed as he glided through the ashes he had created, glamouring the building to look damaged and decrepit. The cries of a small child could be heard through the open nursery door. He walked through to see Harry sobbing. Harry did not gaze at his mother's body lying upon the ground but instead at the spot beside him within the crib.

'Amyy,' Harry cried, 'Ammyy,' with his head twisting about him as he searched for his twin sister.

Dumbledore smirked as he gazed upon the upset child, his plan had succeeded, though he had to glamour the house to seem more destroyed. He turned as he felt a presence behind him, Snape. Snape gazed around the ravaged room, his usual scowl being replaced with a slight flicker of emotion before a smirk took its place.

'My Lord?' Snape asked cautiously. 'Where is the other child?'

'It seems that Mr. Potter has succeeded in vanquishing the Dark Lord, at least temporary. Though it does seem in order to save the wizarding world, he had to sacrifice his sibling. You can feel his magical aura has weakened since the last time the Potters visited the Order with them.' Dumbledore chatted as he picked the distressed child and began to rock him slowly.

'My Lord, you seem to have forgotten, only you here have the ability to feel an aura without magical aid.' Snape said with a raised eyebrow.

'Ah yes, details, details,' As Dumbledore spoke, he waved his hand as if brushing away the idea of details.

'Dumbledore.' Mad-Eye Moody grunted as he lumbered up the crumbling stairs.

A group of auroras rushed through the open door, another man rushing to take the now screaming child away from Dumbledore as he seemed unconcerned with quietening Harry.

'Harry here defeated the Dark Lord tonight, seemingly sacrificing his sister.' Dumbledore hurriedly explained as the auroras gazed at him in a confused manner.

'How exactly did you know to come here tonight Dumbledore?' Mad-Eye Moody questioned him.

'The Potters asked me to ward an early warning system for if they were attacked by someone, I only wished that I got here sooner to confront the Dark Lord instead of having to leave it to young Harry here.' Dumbledore spoke, the picture of a kind grandfatherly figure.

'The Potters had two children?' The man rocking a slumbering Harry asked, shocked.

'Yes, yes, not common knowledge, there was a prophecy about twins you know.. not something you want known during war.' Dumbledore mumbled in an agreeable tone. 'Let it not be known that a child has perished this night, we should not taint this happy night with such unhappy thoughts.'

The auroras nodded slowly and silently as they filed after the disappearing Dumbledore, their minds more occupied with what the Dark Lord perishing meant. Mad-Eye went out last, shaking his head as he gazed around the room. His right eye seeing a destroyed room with a charred and holy roof while his magical left eye saw a room whose only mark was the dead body lying in front of the cradle.

'A child deserves to be remembered in death, whether or not they died on a day to be mourned or a day to be celebrated.'