Chapter 1 - The Big Disaster

The disaster that all know will for decades, or so they think.
But the events did not happen like we all think at all.
The Potter family will be famous for the events of this night and most do not even know all the names with the event.
Here are the true events of that bloody night.

There were 4 people that lived there James Potter and Lily Evans Potter along with their twin sons Harry James Potter and Lewis James Potter. The House was in a nice and quiet neighborhood, but that night would be anything but quiet or peaceful at all.

Suddenly an explosion happens, and the Potters popped up and looked out the window to see that it was a colossal skull,
composed of what looked like emerald stars,
with a serpent protruding from its mouth like a tongue.
The Dark Mark was there high above their house for all to see.
As they watched, it rose higher and higher, blazing in a haze
of greenish smoke, etched against the black sky like a new constellation.
They ran upstairs to try to escape with the boys, but it was not possible. Lily stayed upstairs to put some protective spells in place while James ran downstairs to hold the enemy up,
and Voldemort said, "If you take Lilly and Harry and leave it is only Lewis that must die." With them pointing wands at each other.

"If I let him die, then I would not be able to leave with myself when Harry learns that I let his twin die." Said James.

"But he will be alive." Said Voldemort.

"But killing his twin will just make Harry you enemy instead." Said James.

"Are you going to leave?" Asked Voldemort.

"You know the answer." Said James.

After exchanging a few spells Voldemort smote him down.
Upstairs Lily was waiting and hearing him coming she tried again to transport out, but the spell failed again. At that very second,
he walked in and then Lilly spoke, "Don't kill him."

"You know of the fortune." Said Voldemort.

"Yes, where Lewis is supposed to be your downfall." Said Lilly.

"So, then you know why Lewis must die." Said Voldemort.

"You know why I must protect him." Said Lilly.

"You and Harry could live." Said Voldemort.

"Please leave him be." Begged Lilly.

Then a large crack sound happened and bright green light,
and she fell to the ground. Then Voldemort walked to the side of the crib and said, "The boy who is supposed to end it all.
How is this boy supposed to be powerful enough to end me.
Lewis your family dead because of you, now you are next."

Lewis was awake looking directly at Voldemort,
both with both a mad and sad look on his face.

"Do you understand what happened, you look like you understand?"
Said Voldemort, "You can't you one."

Then he felt someone trying to force his way into his mind,
he fought back but let them in.
'Why did she have to die.' He heard in his mind.

"Where are you?" Asked Voldemort.

'Are you blind?' Went the Voice in his head.

"No." Said Voldemort.

'Look down.' Said the voice and one of the babies was flicking him off.
'You murdered them.'

"I gave them a choice." Said Voldemort.

'An impossible choice.' Through Lewis.

"You are still next." Said Voldemort.

A large crack sound happened and bright green flash.
The next thang was a spirit of Voldemort was over him,
he hung around steering and thinking about what happened for two hours and eventually left.

Lewis felt a strange presence inside him, but something that got added to him, as time passed memories started opening and new abilities.

One hour after that Serius showed up at his normal check in time and found a destroyed house, dead friends, but he did find two living god sons, then he seen Lewis wake up, and Lewis started crying then he heard, 'There dead, they were murdered.'

"Keep quiet." A few minutes later someone showed up,
and he hide Lewis and tried to hide Harry but not enough time,
But it was just Hagrid.

"So, he found them last night, and he somehow did not kill them all.
I can't figure out why he was spared," said Sirius.

"Does not matter why at the minuet, but I have to get Harry and Lewis to safety with Dumbledore but where is Lewis," said Hagrid.

"Where are you taking him?" Asked Sirius.

"Not sure, I was just told to bring him to Dumbledore is all." Said Hagrid.

"Where is Dumbledore?" Asked Sirius.

He give Sirius the address, Serius apparated off with Harry and Lewis.

Then Hagrid rode off into the darkness, the house falling in on itself.

Chapter 2 – The Rescue

A man appeared on the corner the cat had been watching, appeared so suddenly and silently you would have thought he had just popped out of the ground. The cat's tail twitched, and its eyes narrowed. Nothing like this man had ever been seen on Privet Drive. He was tall, thin, and old, judging by the silver of his hair and beard, which were both long enough to tuck into his belt. He was wearing long robes, a purple cloak that swept the ground, and high-heeled, buckled boots.

His blue eyes were light, bright, and sparkling behind half-moon spectacles and his nose was very long and crooked, as though it had been broken at least twice.

This man's name was Albus Dumbledore. Albus Dumbledore did not seem to realize that he had just arrived in a street where everything from his name to his boots was unwelcome. He was busy rummaging in his cloak, looking for something.

But he did seem to realize he was being watched, because he looked up suddenly at the cat, which was still staring at him from the other end of the street.

For some reason, the sight of the cat seemed to amuse him.
He chuckled and muttered, "I should have known."

He found what he was looking for in his inside pocket. It seemed to be a silver cigarette lighter. He flicked it open, held it up in the air, and clicked it. The nearest streetlamp went out with a little pop. He clicked it again - the next lamp flickered into darkness. Twelve times he clicked the Put-Outer, until the only lights left on the whole street were two tiny pinpricks in the distance, which were the eyes of the cat watching him. If anyone looked out of their window now, even beady-eyed Mrs. Dursley, they would not be able to see anything that was happening down on the pavement.

Dumbledore slipped the Put-Outer back inside his cloak and set off down the street toward number four, where he sat down on the wall next to the cat. He did not look at it, but after a moment he spoke to it.

"Fancy seeing you here, Professor McGonagall." He turned to smile at the tabby, but it had gone.

Instead, he was smiling at a rather severe-looking woman who was wearing square glasses exactly the shape of the markings the cat had had around its eyes. She, too, was wearing a cloak, an emerald one. Her black hair was drawn into a tight bun. She looked distinctly ruffled.

"How did you know it was me?" she asked.

"My dear Professor, I 've never seen a cat sit so stiffly."

"You'd be stiff if you'd been sitting on a brick wall all day,"
said Professor McGonagall.

"All day? When you could have been celebrating? I must
have passed a dozen feasts and parties on my way here." Professor McGonagall sniffed angrily.

"Oh yes, everyone's celebrating, all right," she said impatiently.

"You'd think they'd be a bit more careful, but no - even the Muggles have noticed something's going on. It was on their news." She jerked her head back at the Dursleys' dark living-room window.
"I heard it. Flocks of owls... shooting stars... Well, they are not completely stupid. They were bound to notice something.
Shooting stars down in Kent - I will bet that was Dedalus Diggle. He never had much sense."

"You can't blame them," said Dumbledore gently.

"We've had precious little to celebrate for eleven years."

"I know that," said Professor McGonagall irritably.

"But that's no reason to lose our heads. People are being downright careless, out on the streets in broad daylight,

not even dressed in Muggle clothes, swapping rumors."

She threw a sharp, sideways glance at Dumbledore here,
as though hoping he was going to tell her something, but he did not,
so she went on. "A fine thing it would be if, on the very day You-Know-Who seems to have disappeared at last, the Muggles found out about us all. I suppose he really has gone, Dumbledore?"

"It certainly seems so," said Dumbledore. "We have much to be thankful for. Would you care for a lemon drop?"

"A what?"

"A lemon drop. They're a kind of Muggle sweet I'm rather fond of."

"No, thank you," said Professor McGonagall coldly,
as though she did not think this was the moment for lemon drops.
"As I say, even if You-Know-Who has gone -"

"My dear Professor, surely a sensible person like yourself can call him by his name. All this 'You- Know-Who' nonsense - for eleven years I have been trying to persuade people to call him by his proper name: Voldemort." Professor McGonagall flinched, but Dumbledore, who was unsticking two lemon drops, seemed not to notice. "It all gets so confusing if we keep saying 'You-Know-Who.' I have never seen any reason to be frightened of saying Voldemort's name.

"I know you haven 't, said Professor McGonagall, sounding half exasperated, half admiring. "But you're different. Everyone knows you're the only one You-Know- oh, all right, Voldemort,
was frightened of."

"You flatter me," said Dumbledore calmly. "Voldemort had powers I will never have."

"Only because you're too - well - noble to use them."

"It's lucky it's dark. I haven't blushed so much since Madam Pomphrey told me she liked my new earmuffs."

Professor McGonagall shot a sharp look at Dumbledore and said, "The owls are nothing next to the rumors that are flying around. You know what everyone is saying? About why he has disappeared?
About what finally stopped him?"

It seemed that Professor McGonagall had reached the point she was most anxious to discuss, the real reason she had been waiting on a cold, hard wall all day, for neither as a cat nor as a woman had she fixed Dumbledore with such a piercing stare as she did now. It was plain that whatever "everyone" was saying, she was not going to believe it until Dumbledore told her it was true. Dumbledore, however, was choosing another lemon drop and did not answer.

"What they're saying," she pressed on, "is that last night Voldemort turned up in Godric's Hollow.

He went to find the Potters. The rumor is that Lily and James Potter are - are - that they're - dead. "

Dumbledore bowed his head. Professor McGonagall gasped.

"Lily and James... I cannot believe it... I didn't want to believe it... Oh, Albus..."

Dumbledore reached out and patted her on the shoulder.

"I know... I know..." he said heavily.

Professor McGonagall's voice trembled as she went on.

"That's not all. They are saying he tried to kill the Potter's son Harry. But – he could not. He could not kill Harry. No one knows why, or how, but they are saying that when he could not kill Harry, Voldemort's power somehow broke - and that is why he is gone. Dumbledore nodded glumly.

"It's - it's true?" faltered Professor McGonagall.

"After all he's done... all the people he's killed... he couldn't kill a little boy? It's just astounding... of all the things to stop him... but how in the name of heaven did they Harry survive?"

"We can only guess," said Dumbledore. "We may never know."

Professor McGonagall pulled out a lace handkerchief and dabbed at her eyes beneath her spectacles. Dumbledore gave a great sniff as he took a golden watch from his pocket and examined it. It was a very odd watch.

It had twelve hands but no numbers; instead, little planets were moving around the edge. It must have made sense to Dumbledore, though, because he put it back in his pocket and said, "Hagrid's late. I suppose it was he who told you I'd be here, by the way?"

"Yes," said Professor McGonagall. "And I don't suppose you're going to tell me why you're here, of all places?"

"I've come to bring Harry to his aunt and uncle. They're the only family he has left now."

"You don't mean - you can't mean the people who live here?" Cried Professor McGonagall, jumping to her feet and pointing at number four.

"Dumbledore - you can't. I've been watching them all day.
You could not find two people who are less like us. And they have got this son - I saw him kicking his mother all the way up the street,
screaming for sweets. Harry Potter come and live here!"

"It's the best place for him," said Dumbledore firmly.

"His aunt and uncle will be able to explain everything to him when he's older. I've written them a letter."

"A letter?" repeated Professor McGonagall faintly, sitting back down on the wall. "Really, Dumbledore, you think you can explain all this in a letter? These people will never understand him! He'll be famous – a legend - I wouldn't be surprised if today was known as Harry Potter day in the future - there will be books written about Harry - every child in our world will know his name!"

"Exactly," said Dumbledore, looking very seriously over the top of his half-moon glasses. "It would be enough to turn any boy's head. Famous before he can walk and talk!

Famous for something he won't even remember!

Can you see how much better off he'll be, growing up away from all that until he's ready to take it?"

Professor McGonagall opened her mouth, changed her mind, swallowed, and then said, "Yes - yes, you're right, of course. But how is the boy getting here, Dumbledore?"

She eyed his cloak suddenly as though she thought he might be hiding Harry underneath it.

"Hagrid's bringing him."

"You think it - wise - to trust Hagrid with someone as
important as this?"

"I would trust Hagrid with my life," said Dumbledore.

"I'm not saying his heart isn't in the right place,"
said Professor McGonagall grudgingly, "but you can't pretend he's not careless. He does tend to - what was that?"

A low rumbling sound had broken the silence around them.
It grew steadily louder as they looked up and down the street for some sign of a headlight; it swelled to a roar as they both looked up at the sky – and a huge motorcycle fell out of the air and landed on the road in front of them.

If the motorcycle was huge, it was nothing to the man sitting astride it. He was almost twice as tall as a normal man and at least five times as wide. He looked simply too big to be allowed, and so wild – long tangles of bushy black hair and beard hid most of his face, he had handed the size of trash can lids, and his feet in their leather boots.

"Hagrid," said Dumbledore, sounding relieved. "At last. And where did you get that motorcycle?"

"Borrowed it, Professor Dumbledore," said the giant, climbing off the motorcycle as he spoke. "Sirius Black lent it to me."

"No problems, were there?" Asked Albus.

"The house was almost destroyed. They was gotten out all right before the Muggles started swarming around."

Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall started looking.

"Where is he?" whispered Professor McGonagall.

"He with his god-father and there in route." Said Dumbledore.

Then Sirius appeared, but not one but two infants where there.

"Who is the spear." Asked McGonagall.

"So, they both survived." Asked Albus.

Then Lewis woke up, started right at Albus, and started crying.

Albus then took Lewis, and said, "You be fine."

Then Albus head in his mind, 'NO I want, she gone he gone,
lost them both in one night.' Through Lewis,

Hagrid took Harry, then Lewis started reaching for Hagrid they through, so Hagrid took Lewis, who started hugging Harry.

"That how I found the two." Said Sirius.

"What happened?" Asked Albus.

"Are you talking to that baby?" Asked Minerva.

"Quite Minerva." Said Albus.

'He tried to kill me.' Through Lewis.

"You want to stay with your twin." Asked Albus.

Lewis was hugging Harry, but now had his legs around him to.

'Yes, we will not be separated.' Through Lewis.

He moved Lewis hear aside, then they saw the star and lighting scar starting on his head and finishing on Harrys.

"Guessing that where the spell hit." Asked Minerva.

Lewis was looking at her, then messed with his hear.

"Yes," said Dumbledore.

"Couldn't you do something about it, Dumbledore?"

"Even if I could, I wouldn't. Scars can come in handy. Lewis got hit by the curse and Harry did not." Said Albus, Lewis give a sign saying yes.

"Could I - could I say good-bye to him, sir?" asked Hagrid.

He then shaggy head over Lewis and gave him what must have been a very scratchy, whiskery kiss, then Lewis.

'He fells funny. Can he do it again.' Asked Lewis.

Then, suddenly, Hagrid let out a howl like a wounded dog.

"Shhhh!" hissed Professor McGonagall, "you'll wake the Muggles!"

Then Hagrid heard something, 'Are we staying with you?'

"Dumbledore, why do you want to stay with me." Asked Hagrid.

"I was not the one who asked." Said Albus.

'Hagrid.' He once again heard, 'Look down.'

"Lewis." Said Hagrid.

'Are we staying here instead.' Through Lewis.

"S-s-sorry," sobbed Hagrid, taking out a large, spotted handkerchief and burying his face in it.

"But I c-c-can't stand it - Lily and James dead - and poor little Potters off to live with Muggles." Said Hagrid.

"No, they are not, there mine now." Said Sirius. "I came here because,
Hagrid said you were here, but I was made there Guardian if
something happens, So they will live with me."

"That will be good they be safe with Sirius." Said Hagrid.

'Sirius Good.' Said Through Lewis.

'We want to be with Uncle Daddy,' Through Harry.

'But Hagrid must visit.' Through Lewis. 'Uncle do you have a home?'

"I do, and Hagrid can visit." Said Sirius.

Sirius got Lewis and Harry and apparated away.

He set them up in his old room, him taking his brother old room.
He put lot of pictures of Lilly and James up to.
Starts on the ceiling they liked watching.

About a month after he took them, he went in to check on them and found two black puppies curled up together sleeping. He went and laid down with them in his big black dog curled around them.

Sirius worked with them teaching them how to read, and learn normal kid thangs but also some basic magic to.

When they were six, he finished the paper work to fully adopt
them and change their names to Black and make them the hairs
of House Black. "Have arranged it for you to make new friends and spend your birthday there." Said Sirius.

"Who are they Dad?" Asked Lewis.

"A surprise." Said Sirius.

They translocated away to the borrow. Then walked to the back door.
And Sirius knocked on the door. Molly saw Sirius and said,
"Ron and Rob go answer the door, this surprise is for you two."

Ron and Rob went to the back door and open the door.
"Hi boys, these two are my boys. Think you four will make good friends."
Said Sirius. "Why don't you guys get to know each other."

"So, cutie what you name, and you mirror name?" Asked Lewis.

"Mine is Ronald, but go by Ron, this is Robert, he goes by Rob." Said Ron.

"Mine is Lewis Black, my cute mirror name is Harry." Said Lewis.
"This big guy is our Dad, Sirius Black. We are his hairs."

Then Arthur walked out. "My boys get to meet Sirius' boys." Said Arthur.

"Can we play hide and seek?" Asked Lewis.

"Sure." Said Ron.

"Ron and Rob do you want to find us first?" Asked Lewis.

"Sure." Said Ron.

Rob and Ron closed their eye and started counting. Lewis and Harry ran up the hill and went over the back and turned into their dog form,
and sat on the back side of the hill. Then Ron and Rob showed,
and the two pups following them now, they searched the whole hill.

"Where did you two come from?" Said Ron.

"Not sure where they did." Said Rob.

They headed back to the house, and Ron started, "We can't find…"

"Boys you know this is cheating, turn back now." Said Sirius.

They turned back, Lewis then said, "Sorry Ron had to once,
tattle tale." Then hugged him, "But we love you anyway."

"You animagus?" Asked Ron.

"We can shapeshift." Said Lewis.

"Can you turn into other thangs?" Asked Sirius.

"Want to see Dad?" Asked Lewis.

"Yes." Said Sirius.

Lewis then turned into a fawn, then said, "Ron mount me." He laughed,
"Get it mount me?"

"Lewis." Said Sirius.

He did, then Lewis run up the hill, Harry followed saying,
"Rob get on me." He did then followed Lewis.

"We must get them registered right?" Asked Sirius.

"Yes, when they get back, I need a full list." Said Arthur.

Then the four showed back up. "Did you like the ride?" Asked Sirius.

"Yes," Said Ron.

"What all can you turn into?" Asked Arthur.

"Anything we see a picture of." Said Lewis. "Dad why do you think we wanted that animal book, with hundreds of animals in it,
plus the internet."

"Oh," Said Sirius, "I enabled this. I am so not a good Dad."

Then Lewis and Harry hugged him, "No, you a great dad." Said Lewis.

"And don't you say that again daddy." Said Harry.

"He you dad now?" Asked Arthur.

"We always lived with him, so yes." Said Lewis. "He did not have to,
he could have chunked us in an orphanage instead."

"No, I could not have, would have let James down." Said Sirius.

"Your brother." Asked Lewis.

"Yep, I could not let him down. He asked me to protect you two if something where to happen." Said Sirius.

"Guess it is good plains where made." Said Lewis, starting to look sad.

"Why don't we do something fun, there should always be a smile here."
Said Ron, "No sad faces. Smile or I will do something."

Lewis was still a little sad, then Ron kissed him on the lips,
Lewis then smiled. Then said, "Mr. Weasley, you know you made a good kisser. Can he come over to our house, as well as his shadow for my shadow. Right Dad, they can come and visit at our house, right?"

"Don't know about the kissing I don't get kissing like that from him."
Said Arthur, "But like the hugs."

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