AN- Hey everyone! I'm sorry this took so long, but the combination of school work and writers block can be a terrible foe. Thank you to everyone who reviewed on the last chapter and I hope that I responded to every one of you! The next couple chapters- when Eric and Lily aren't yet Hogwarts-are going to be a bit skipy. One moment he might be two, then in the next section he will be three. This is because I don't feel like writing every single year in his childhood. But don't worry I'll properly label them so you know what's going on. Now this chapter isn't as long as the last one, but it's pretty close. I'm going to start asking a question at the end of every chapter to see how you guys feel about things that are going on in the story, please leave review and answer them.

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Disclaimer- I don't own the Harry Potter series and never will, all rights for that wonderful story belong to JK Rowling.

Eric Daniel Evans was 19 when he met Savanah Wilkins. She had been visiting London when they literally bumped into each other on the pier. They dated for about six months, and they fell more and more in love every day. He proposed to her at the very spot in which they had met, well close to it, and they were married within three months. The young couple been living happily for two years when the war started. Every man was enlisting, and Eric Daniel Evans and his older brother were no exception.

Both left their wives behind.

Only one returned.

21. This number kept ringing throughout my mind, causing panic to swell in my small one year old head.

The Uncle I had been named after died a war hero at only 21. Now my adorable twin sister was going to surfer the same fate. I didn't know what to do. I didn't know how to save her, every solution I tried to think up was worse than the last.

I couldn't stop the prophecy from happening, or stop Voldemort from rising in power. I mean maybe I could kill Peter Pettigrew, but that sounded way too morbid.

Wait. Pettigrew was only secret keeper because Lily and James trusted him. So if I stopped them from trusting him than maybe, just maybe, I could save my little sister.

My second birthday seemed to come much faster than the last. Aunt Savanah left after about three months of spoiling me and ignoring my sisters. After that, nothing really happened. Life went on as normal, and before I knew it Lily and I were two.

Now I have heard adults refer to this period as 'The terrible twos' but I never really realized what they meant till I was living with, and was, a two year old.

It started as a normal day. Petunia was at a playdate and Mum had left us gated in the living room while she did some laundry. Lily and I were playing with some letter blocks- I liked making words out of them to remind myself I wasn't really two- when Lily suddenly stood up.

I look up at her curiously. "W'at doing?" I asked, scolding my terrible speech silently.

She shushed me loudly and waddled over to the baby gate that lead to the kitchen. She pulled at the plastic contraption, trying her best to get her chubby hands to be nibble like Mum's, I watched her pull at it for a few minutes before I finally got up to help the girl out. It took me about thirty seconds to figure out the latch and open the cage.

Lily gave me a little giggle, which made me smile at her cuteness, before toddling towards the table. I stood at the door frame for a few moments, before going in after my troublesome twin. She stood on her very tiptoes to peer up at whatever was on the table, I copied her action and gazed at what I stopped playing with my toys for. There sitting on the table was a couple of unopened finger paints. My eyes widened as Lily reached onto the table and grabbed the green one in her chubby hand.

Now I would like to say that I was mature and stopped her from making a mess. I would like to say that I did not grab any of the paints and instead got Mum. But then that would make me more of a liar than I already am.

Lily led the way as we tottered back into our confined area, making sure to close the gate behind us of course. The little ginger plopped herself down the hard wood floor and started to pry open the white lid. I sat myself next to her and started as the same task. It took us a little while, but eventually we managed to get the stupid things off.

About twenty minutes later the sound of the door opening makes us both freeze in out spots. We both at each other in that cheesy moment that I call the "Oh shit!" moment. We both looked down at our beautiful paintings and tried to rack our two year old minds for what we could do to get out of this.

But it was too late. Dad had paused to take off his shoes and jacket, but know he was walking straight towards us. He walked through the other white gate that blocked Lily and I from the hallway and started to smile down at us.

Then he noticed the paint.

It seemed to take a moment for Dad to process what he what he was seeing. However when he did process it he looked angry.

He took a deep breath and I braced myself for the yelling to start. But then he laughed. He laughed so hard that he had to brace himself on the doorframe to stay standing.

"John?" Mom's voice called out from where she was standing in the laundry room. "Is that you?"

Dad didn't even attempt to try and speak, instead he just leaned against the doorframe and let himself slide to the floor. Lily started to giggle beside me and before I knew it we were both laughing as hard as Dad was.

Footsteps carried into the living room and Mom appeared next to where Dad was sitting. Her gasped and completely shocked expression just made Dad, and by extension us, laugh harder.

"Oh my God." Mom whispered, bringing her hand to her mouth. "What happened?"

Dad just shrugged as his laughing finally died down to a reasonable level.

Mom sent him a horrified look. "How can you be laughing right now? Do you know how long this is going to take to clean up?"

Dad took a deep breath and pushed himself off of the floor. "I'm sorry love. It's just that I was thinking in the car about how Lily and Eric are so good and how there just going such easy kids. Then I walk in and here they are, painting pictures of aliens on the floor."

Hey these are bears!

Mom glared at him and pointed menacingly. "Then this is your fault, and you have to give them a bath."

Dad just smiled. "Okay love."

I loved baths, I loved everything about them. Well actually I only really like the bubbles.

I cupped my hands and scooped up a big bunch of bubble and blew them at Lily. She giggled and in response splashed water at me.

Dad laughed at our antics before wiping the last bit of red paint off of Lily's face with a cloth. "Okay, let's get you dressed."

I frowned at him. I didn't want to get out!

As if reading my mind he picked Lily out the water first and proceed to dry her with a towel and get her dressed in a clean purple dress.

He turned back to me. "Okay Eric time to get out."

I shook my head and crossed my arms. "No!"

Dad sighed patiently. "Come on Eric you have to get out or you'll turn into a prune."

"Na'ha." Liar.

"Ya'ha." Dad mocked back. "You'll get all wrinkly like Nana."

I looked at him suspiciously. Rationally I knew he was lying to get me out of the bath, but for some reason the thought still terrified me. I didn't want to get wrinkles!

I stared at him for moment, and stayed silent, but raised my arms making it clear I was complying.

Dad smirked triumphantly and lifted me out of the ceramic tub, drying me off quickly. Lily was already siting of the closed toilet waiting for us to be done, so Dad placed me on the counter to get me dressed.

I let him stuff a shirt and a tiny pair of jeans on me before I realized that there was a mirror behind me. I turned slowly and, for the first time in this life, saw my reflection.

Everything I had whished for had come true. I was pretty much a male version of Lily. My hair was dark red and my eyes were just slightly darker emeralds. It was hard to tell with my baby cheeks, but it seemed as if I had high cheek bones.

Only one thing bothered me. I had never noticed before how long my hair was getting and I didn't really like it.

I turned quickly to dad and in the best words I could I said. "I need a 'aircut."

Age three

The midsummer heat fell over me in wave of wonderful sunshine. I've always loved the heat and walking to the park I really got to bask in it. Mum was holding my left hand tight as if I would disappear if she let go. It was a reasonable fear, given I was known to run off when her back was turned. Usually I would be complaining and pulling at her vice like grip. But today Lily was clasping my other hand and the fear of my twin vanishing forever was enough to make me compliant.

Petunia was holding Mum's other hand and rattling on and on about how wonderful Cinderella was. Her sky blue dress was bouncing as she walked and her doll shoes shined with freshness. Mum nodded as needed and smile when Petunia said something that was supposed to funny. She too was wearing a sundress. It was made of beautiful purple silk and complemented her tan sandals perfectly. Lily skipped next to me, never going ahead or breaking the bond of held hands. She was dressed in shorts and a t-shirt, with a little hat blocking the sun from her easy to burn face. I was dressed in the same type of outfit, but different colors. A visor cap with the logo of some football team block the sun as well.

The neighborhood playground was a small one. It had two swings, a jungle gym, and two slides. The ground was covered in a hard layer of asphalt, which, in my opinion, looked very dangerous if you were to fall on it. The playground it's self was situated on the top of a hill away from the rest of the houses. There was only one house that was visible from the hill and it was only a chimney.

On most days the small playground was pretty much deserted, but today was both a weekend and a beautiful day, and on beautiful days people tend to run to the outside.

As we approached the park, Lily looked at me and smiled her approval. My ginger twin didn't talk much, she preferred to watch and listen, so I had to learn her sign language. I mean it's not like she couldn't talk. She just didn't want to. It wasn't that bad, usually I just translated her body language to Mum or Dad and talked for her.

Petunia released Mom's hand the moment her foot hit the asphalt and took off towards the slides. Lily looked at me and gestured to the swings in a way that told me she wanted t0 go play. But I hesitated. There were kids at the swings and other kids made me weary. Lily and I didn't really go on playdates because all of Mom's friends had children Petunia's age. Plus Lily and I had each other to play with, we didn't need anyone else.

There were three other kids. One was older, a little younger than Petunia but still older than us. The other two were about Lily and I's age, one maybe a year younger. The older one seemed to be lost in her own world, but the other two seemed to be fighting over the left over swing. This meant that they were probably mean and I wasn't in the mood for mean.

Lily tugged on my arm again bringing my attention away from the other kids. She was no longer looking at the swings, instead her attention was focused behind us. I turned to see a strangely dressed brunette woman walking towards us.

Her hair was down covering the top of her bright pink tang-top. She wore overalls that were cut in to shorts and had brown boots up to her knees. Something seemed off about the woman, beside her clothes. She seemed out of place, like she was unconfutable and wished she was somewhere else.

I had a weird feeling in my gut and I took it as a warning sign. I didn't like this woman and I most certainly didn't like that she was headed right towards us.

My hand tightened on Lily's as she tapped on Mom's shoulder. Mom turned and her face lit up in recognition.

"'Martha!" She laughed, turning around and, by extension, us. "I didn't think I'd see you again."

Martha smiled back at my excited mom. "Well I'm glad you did."

"Of course, of course. Me as well." Mum leaned forward and gave Martha a one armed hug. "What have you been up too? How's your son? James was his name right?" Mom fired off with barely a breath not giving the other woman a chance to answer.

James. That name set warning bells off in my head.

Martha laughed. "James is wonderful, but he is quite the handful. Always getting up to mischief."

Mischief. James. This sent my head spinning. But it couldn't be, there are plenty of people named James. Right?

My hand tightened on Lily's making her look at me curiously. She knew I didn't like strangers, neither did she, but I was usually calmer about it.

"The twins are the same way." Mum continued, completely unware of my inner struggles. "Just the other day Eric dragged all the blankets in the house to the living room and draped them over chairs he stole from the kitchen."

It was a brilliant fort before the Mumster attacked and tore it down.

Martha laughed. "I'm so glad I ran into you, Rose." She said placing her hand on Mum's arm.

"Me too Martha."

"No. You don't understand." Martha shock her head. "I owe you so much."

Mom looked at the brunette strangely. "What do you mean?"

"If you hadn't said that thing about siblings I wouldn't have never tried to have another kid, especially at my age and after it took so long to get James."

Oh no. I don't like where this is going.

"And If I never had tried to have another kid I would have never had my second son. Joseph Morgan Potter."

There it was. Potter. The name I had been dreading since Mum said James. My hand turned into a death grip around Lily's.

"Oh that's wonderful." Mom exclaimed happily. "But you shouldn't be thanking me. If you thank anyone it should be the twins, I don't think I would have said what I said if I only had one child or even two."

"It's not like the butterfly effect is real or anything."

I was such an idiot.

Question- What do you guys think about James having a little brother? Love it? Hate It?

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