Mr. and Mrs. Dursley of number four, Privet Drive, were proud to say that they were perfectly normal, thank you very much. They were the last people you'd expect to be involved in anything strange or mysterious, because they just didn't hold with such nonsense.

Mr Dursley was the director of a firm called Grunnings, which made drills. He was a big, beefy man with hardly any neck, although he did have a very large moustache. Mrs Dursley was thin and blonde and had nearly twice the usual amount of neck, which came in very useful as she spent so much of her time craning over garden fences, spying on the neighbours. The Dursleys had a small son called Dudley and in their opinion there was no finer boy anywhere.

The Dursleys had everything they wanted, but they also had a secret, and their greatest fear was that somebody would discover it. They didn't think they could bear it if anyone found out about the Potters. Mrs Potter was Mrs Dursley's sister, but they hadn't met for several years; in fact, Mrs Dursley pretended she didn't have a sister, because her sister and her good- for-nothing husband were as unDursleyish as it was possible to be. The Dursleys shuddered to think what the neighbours would say if the Potters arrived in the street.

The Dursleys knew that the Potters had a small son, too, but they had never even seen him. And our story would have taken a very different path, had Lily Potter only given birth to a son. On a sunny afternoon of July 31st, 1980, at precisely 3:37pm, Lily gave birth to a girl. The baby was still red faced and screaming when two minutes later, the Healer's eyes widened in shock.

"Merlin, I can see another head. You'll have to start pushing again, Mrs Potter!"

Later, Lily wished she had a camera to capture her husband's expression. James looked ready to faint.

Two hours later, James and Lily both had a baby each in bundled in their arms - still reeling from the surprise. Not that they were complaining.

James held his son carefully, the precious cargo feeling foriegn in his arms.

"Well, Lily, at least we both get our way with the names," He said with a grin.

Though she was worn out, Lily's eyes shone with happiness as she looked down at her daughter. It was hard to believe that the bundle sleeping so peacefully was yelling her lungs out loud enough for the entire of St. Mungo's to hear an hour ago. The baby's head was covered with fine red fuzz.

Lily had decided Harry for a boy. Dorea was James's choice for a girl, after his great aunt.

"Dorea. My sweet little Dorea," Lily cooed. As if on cue, the baby opened her eyes and promptly started her war cry. This set off her twin brother, too. A nurse quickly ushered in the room.

"It's time for you to breast feed them, Mrs Potter," She said, helping Lily to adjust the baby.

James suddenly saw himself tending to not one, but two babies at night. If one was hungry the other had to be changed. If one started crying, the other they'd put to sleep would wake up and join in. And this was just as babies, he didn't dare imagine the two when they grew old enough to walk. He prayed they took after their sweet, sweet mother. . .

James didn't know that barely a year later, all of this would be robbed from him.

"Lily, take the twins and go! It's him! Go! Run! I'll hold him off!" He yelled, praying she would get away with the children. He would never be able to see his children say their first words or witness their first bout of accidental magic. James hoped that Lily and the children were somewhere far away from Godric's Hollow, as a flash of green light hit him square on the chest.

Petunia Dursley wasn't pleased that she had gone from one to three babies under her care overnight, to say shortly. Not that her lovely Dudders was a burden; he was the most well mannered, perfect baby in her eyes. Her niece and nephew were not. They looked — no, gawked — at her, refusing to eat their food. The first few days they refused to sleep and let others sleep.

Petunia's annoyed attempts to comfort them were futile. The twins wanted their father to come back and play with them, their mother to make the colorful lights spark. No matter how much they cried, their parents never returned. Instead, they were left with this strange woman and a boy who took delight in pinching and prodding them.