John Potter and his fellow Aurors found the two children late in the night,
tightly cradled in each other's arms, the tiny girl still crying in her
sleep. As one of them opened his mouth to speak her eyes shot open,
startlingly green and wise
"Are you Lily Black?" asked he. The answer was obvious. Not many young children could be found along the road in the middle of the night.
The girl nodded weakly, her head still resting on her brother's shoulder. They looked tremendously week there, so young. His thoughts wandered to his own children. He looked back at the bewildered girl. She was anything but weak according to Dumbledore.
"I'm John Potter," he said.
She nodded again; her straight auburn hair shook around her. John noticed that her brother was awakening, holding her ever more tightly as he opened his clever black eyes.
"I need you two to come with me. I'll explain later."
Both children stood, the bigger still hugging his tiny sister to him. It was hard to believe them twins, he noted. John took the Portkey, tapping it with his wand to activate it, then handed it to the children. They took it and were transported to the Potter residence. John quickly bade his colleagues good night and apparated after the children.
Lily and Sirius found themselves standing with a huge mansion ahead of them. After a short while Mr. Potter appeared with a pop. He went towards the mansion, gesturing for them to follow, which they did.
Once inside quite a big room they sat down on a sofa. Mr. Potter shot the door, locking it, then fixing a stick on it, muttering strange words. He then sat down in a chair facing them.
"You two are in grave danger," he said. "There is something I need you to understand. You just found out about magic, right?"
The twins nodded.
"Not all wizards and witches are good. At this moment there is a dark one rising, by most magical population called "You Know Who". He's been killing a lot lately along with his followers. These followers killed your adoptive father today by his orders." John paused to see the tears forming in the eyes of both children. "Your quite unusual revenge got the Ministry of Magic to suspect that you are most likely on top of his list now, therefore you are here, the most safe private residence in Great Britain. I expect you to stay in these quarters, not to talk to anybody and to wait for the moment when we find out what to do with you.
"Yes, sir," said the boy quietly. John noted that he had never stopped holding his sister, and suspected that he did it as much for his own comfort as for hers. John smiled and went out.
Sirius took his sister's hand, leading her to the door in the opposite side of the room, opening it and finding a neat-looking bedroom with two beads. They clad in the two sets of pyjamas that lay on the beds and went to sleep.
Headmaster Albus Dumbledore of Hogwarts sat in the seat across from John Potter, one of the best wizards in the world.
"I suggest we let someone find what looks like the bodies of the children on a road or something, driven over by a car," said Potter. "They could then appear as my Squib niece and nephew who stayed here because their parents were killed."
"That sounds good, but you'd have to keep them. Even Hogwarts is not safe for them anymore," said the old wizard.
"I have eight children already. Two more or less wouldn't be too great a matter. If only we could change their appearances a bit."
Dumbledore nodded. He then followed Potter out of the room and into the Blacks' quarters. The twins sat beside each other, holding hands and staring into each other's eyes. They looked like they were having a silent conversation, which was most likely the truth with these two. He explained the circumstances to the children, who nodded willingly. He flicked his wand, changing their looks, making Sirius' straight black hair go messy, then deciding on not shortening his body. He handed the boy clear glasses to add to the usual Potter-look. Lily got almost the same treatment, except her now black hair was kept straight and her eyes, which they had tried to make brown, had insisted on staying, if not entirely green, then at least brown with a lot of green in them. She too got glasses. Mary and Edmund Potter were then showed out the door to be presented to their new cousins.
Lily for once did not hold Sirius' hand, but was fidgeting her black hair. She was truly disappointed that she could not go to the school, but knew Mrs. Potter would be tutoring them. She also had a feeling in the pit of her stomach that she would get there anyway. Eventually.
She then found herself in one of the many living rooms in the huge house, looking down at a middle-aged woman with curly, brown hair, and eight almost identical boys with ruffled, jet-black hair, kind dark eyes, alight with mischief behind round glasses, all quite skinny and average height for their age. The only difference between them was obviously the size.
"Boys," said Mr. Potter, or Uncle John. "One of my brothers was killed last week along with his wife. Their children luckily survived and are going to live with us for some time. This is Mary and Edmund Potter, your cousins. Both are squibs, so there'll be no Hogwarts for them in case you wanted to know."
Lily looked at Mr. Potter. She needn't even touch him to sense his nervousness. He was scared that one of his family members, other than his wife, would find out that he was lying, therefore his words sounded a little hurried. She turned to smile up at him and he returned it with a little sigh. She then grabbed Sirius' hand as the Potters came to say hi.
Next chapter will be up tomorrow or the day after. This story is sucking me in and three chapters for one day is certainly my record. Please review, perhaps with suggestions or criticism, anything to get it better. Thanks to the two who already did.
Danie(
"Are you Lily Black?" asked he. The answer was obvious. Not many young children could be found along the road in the middle of the night.
The girl nodded weakly, her head still resting on her brother's shoulder. They looked tremendously week there, so young. His thoughts wandered to his own children. He looked back at the bewildered girl. She was anything but weak according to Dumbledore.
"I'm John Potter," he said.
She nodded again; her straight auburn hair shook around her. John noticed that her brother was awakening, holding her ever more tightly as he opened his clever black eyes.
"I need you two to come with me. I'll explain later."
Both children stood, the bigger still hugging his tiny sister to him. It was hard to believe them twins, he noted. John took the Portkey, tapping it with his wand to activate it, then handed it to the children. They took it and were transported to the Potter residence. John quickly bade his colleagues good night and apparated after the children.
Lily and Sirius found themselves standing with a huge mansion ahead of them. After a short while Mr. Potter appeared with a pop. He went towards the mansion, gesturing for them to follow, which they did.
Once inside quite a big room they sat down on a sofa. Mr. Potter shot the door, locking it, then fixing a stick on it, muttering strange words. He then sat down in a chair facing them.
"You two are in grave danger," he said. "There is something I need you to understand. You just found out about magic, right?"
The twins nodded.
"Not all wizards and witches are good. At this moment there is a dark one rising, by most magical population called "You Know Who". He's been killing a lot lately along with his followers. These followers killed your adoptive father today by his orders." John paused to see the tears forming in the eyes of both children. "Your quite unusual revenge got the Ministry of Magic to suspect that you are most likely on top of his list now, therefore you are here, the most safe private residence in Great Britain. I expect you to stay in these quarters, not to talk to anybody and to wait for the moment when we find out what to do with you.
"Yes, sir," said the boy quietly. John noted that he had never stopped holding his sister, and suspected that he did it as much for his own comfort as for hers. John smiled and went out.
Sirius took his sister's hand, leading her to the door in the opposite side of the room, opening it and finding a neat-looking bedroom with two beads. They clad in the two sets of pyjamas that lay on the beds and went to sleep.
Headmaster Albus Dumbledore of Hogwarts sat in the seat across from John Potter, one of the best wizards in the world.
"I suggest we let someone find what looks like the bodies of the children on a road or something, driven over by a car," said Potter. "They could then appear as my Squib niece and nephew who stayed here because their parents were killed."
"That sounds good, but you'd have to keep them. Even Hogwarts is not safe for them anymore," said the old wizard.
"I have eight children already. Two more or less wouldn't be too great a matter. If only we could change their appearances a bit."
Dumbledore nodded. He then followed Potter out of the room and into the Blacks' quarters. The twins sat beside each other, holding hands and staring into each other's eyes. They looked like they were having a silent conversation, which was most likely the truth with these two. He explained the circumstances to the children, who nodded willingly. He flicked his wand, changing their looks, making Sirius' straight black hair go messy, then deciding on not shortening his body. He handed the boy clear glasses to add to the usual Potter-look. Lily got almost the same treatment, except her now black hair was kept straight and her eyes, which they had tried to make brown, had insisted on staying, if not entirely green, then at least brown with a lot of green in them. She too got glasses. Mary and Edmund Potter were then showed out the door to be presented to their new cousins.
Lily for once did not hold Sirius' hand, but was fidgeting her black hair. She was truly disappointed that she could not go to the school, but knew Mrs. Potter would be tutoring them. She also had a feeling in the pit of her stomach that she would get there anyway. Eventually.
She then found herself in one of the many living rooms in the huge house, looking down at a middle-aged woman with curly, brown hair, and eight almost identical boys with ruffled, jet-black hair, kind dark eyes, alight with mischief behind round glasses, all quite skinny and average height for their age. The only difference between them was obviously the size.
"Boys," said Mr. Potter, or Uncle John. "One of my brothers was killed last week along with his wife. Their children luckily survived and are going to live with us for some time. This is Mary and Edmund Potter, your cousins. Both are squibs, so there'll be no Hogwarts for them in case you wanted to know."
Lily looked at Mr. Potter. She needn't even touch him to sense his nervousness. He was scared that one of his family members, other than his wife, would find out that he was lying, therefore his words sounded a little hurried. She turned to smile up at him and he returned it with a little sigh. She then grabbed Sirius' hand as the Potters came to say hi.
Next chapter will be up tomorrow or the day after. This story is sucking me in and three chapters for one day is certainly my record. Please review, perhaps with suggestions or criticism, anything to get it better. Thanks to the two who already did.
Danie(