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Darkness.
That was all Danny could see in the deep expanses around him. Where was he? Why was he here? Was he dead? Or had he ever existed at all? He thought he could hear a feminine voice tinged with sadness and fear calling his name. Were they in trouble? Was the voice he thought he heard even real? He wasn't entirely sure. All he knew was that he was getting tired. His sense of self slowly faded away to nothing as he succumbed to his fatigue.
Through the vast and confusing thing that is time, Danny fell. Everything that he ever was or could be was known here. He was afraid and yet he was completely calm. The cold darkness around him was beginning to feel warm, although he did not know why. The voices that had pierced the darkness in what seemed only moments before were now gone, and he was engulfed in silence.
He opened his eyes and tilted his head as he saw a tiny sliver of light. His curiosity propelled him towards the source of light. His eyes had yet to adjust to the brightness when the light expanded around him and expelled the darkness around him, temporarily blinding him.
Once his eyes adjusted to the light he was greeted with the sight of a beautiful young woman with deep forest green eyes staring down at him. He felt a soft cloth wrapped tightly around him as she held him realized that he was very tiny compared to her as he saw one of his tiny hands. Am I a baby? Does that mean this woman is my mother? He thought to himself. A man with hazel eyes and untidy black hair was hovering behind her and holding a similarly swaddled infant who was fussing.
As the man handed the other child to the woman, she smiled down at them warmly, and the loving aura that protruded from her began to calm them both. "I think I'll name our first son Harry James Potter." she smiled. "Why don't you choose the name for our second son?"
The man rubbed his chin for a few moments before deciding. "I think his name should be Daniel James Potter. Danny for short."
Danny found himself smiling. The name his father had chosen seemed perfect to him. He snuggled closer to his mother and closed his eyes, drifting to sleep.
Two years passed that were relatively peaceful for Danny and his new family. Despite the calm, he couldn't help but push away the nagging feeling that something bad would happen soon. He was slowly remembering a few things from his past life, though it wasn't enough to get a clear image of who he used to be. The only clear thing he knew was his powers. He found comfort in this.
Danny and his brother both enjoyed being played with by their father, James. His father was using a strange stick like object that had a small light at the end. This, however, was interrupted when a crashing noise came from the front door. Danny whimpered and looked up at his father, who got up hurriedly.
His father quickly passed both him and his brother to their mother, who looked scared. "Quickly! Run far away from here! I'll hold them off as long as I can!" He went to check out what was making the noise. Danny tried to get his attention when he noticed that the strange stick had been left behind by mistake in his father's panic.
Danny looked up and could tell his mother was scared and wished that there was something he could do to help. Their mother ran to their room and hid in a corner, holding them close. Danny looked at his brother and could tell he was just as confused and frightened. His eyes widened in fear as a strange man forced his way into the room. Their mother quickly set them in the crib.
"Please! Please don't hurt them! I'll do anything!" she pleaded desperately.
The strange man smirked ruthlessly and spoke the two words that would haunt Danny for the rest of his new life. "Avada... Kedavera!" A green light shot from the tip of another stick like object and hit their mother. She fell dead instantly.
The man then turned his attention towards Danny and Harry, walking towards them with a nasty smirk. The man pointed his wand at Harry and grinned. "Avada Kedavera!" The strange light shot out once again and hit Harry spot on. Instead of the light killing Harry, it bounced off of Harry's forehead and rebounded back at the stranger. The intruder screeched in agony and fell to the ground dead. His followers looked between Harry and their master for a few moments before fleeing. Harry bore no evidence of the attack other than a scar on one side of his forehead.
Not long after the attack a man with short black hair stumbled inside and let out a sob at the sight of their fallen mother. Danny and Harry both watched him as he cradled her limp body and cried. Three other strange men followed. One of them was an old man with a white beard that went down to his waist. The second was an enormous giant of a man that would put Jack Fenton to shame in size. He had a scraggly brown beard that covered most of his face aside his two beady black eyes. The two were horrified at the sight before them as they stepped over to the crib. The third was a thin man with scraggly black hair. Danny recognized the third man. He had come over many times in the past. Though he didn't recognize the others.
The old man had a shocked expression as he looked at the scar on Harry's forehead, and then looked down at the body of the strange man who had taken the lives of their parents. Realization seemed to hit him like a freight train as he gently lifted the infants from their crib.
Both Harry and Danny were confused as the adults had begun arguing over them. Deciding on where they would go now.
"They should come with me. I'm their godfather after all." the scraggly man said angrily.
"No. I think it would be best if they were hidden with their aunt and uncle." The old man argued calmly.
"What?! Those people will never understand! They're terrible!" The scraggly man raged.
"This is final. The Dark Lord may be gone but his followers are not. They will be safer with their Muggle family." the old man said firmly.
The scraggly man looked down. "Fine. Hagrid can take my bike there."
The old man smiled. "Thank you for understanding, Sirius."
Danny and Harry were then handed off to the large man they now knew as Hagrid. Though not before Sirius bid them a sorrowful farewell. Hagrid set them both in the side cart of the bike gently as he could.
"I'll meet you there, Hagrid." the old man assured before vanishing in a flash of light.
After a long ride in the bike, the twins were carefully pulled from the bike by Hagrid and passed to the old man again. They were on a dark neighborhood road that looked as ordinary as physically possible.
"Could I- could I say good-bye to them, sir?" asked Hagrid. He bent his great, shaggy head over them and gave them what was a very scratchy, whiskery kiss each. Then, suddenly, Hagrid let out a howl like a wounded dog.
"Shh!" hissed an old woman who was behind the old man. "you'll wake the Muggles!"
"S-s-sorry," sobbed Hagrid, taking out a large, spotted handkerchief and burrying his face in it. But I c-c-can't stand it - Lily and James dead - An' poor little Harry and Danny off ter live with Muggles -"
"Yes, yes, it's all very sad, but get a grip on yourself, Hagrid, or we'll be found," the old woman whispered, patting Hagrid gingerly on the arm as the old man stepped over the low garden wall and walked to the front door. He laid the twins gently on the doorstep, took a letter out of his cloak, tucked it inside Harry's blankets, and then came back to the other two.
After a few moments, the twins were left alone. Danny whimpered and got close to his brother as he could manage. A breeze ruffled the near hedges of the driveway, which lay silent and tidy under the inky sky, the very last place you would expect astonishing things to happen. The two infants stayed bundled together quietly, having no idea what sort of future awaited them now.
Author's note: Looking over my writing over the last several chapters I wrote, I saw major flaws and have taken them down to rewrite them.
Also, note that my internet router broke as of last night, and so I will be working without internet for a while. My phone does not work well with either of my writing platforms, and so I will be solely reliant on my local library and possibly starbucks to be open for me to write. This heavily limits my writing. Once school starts up things will slow down even more, as my school has decided to block BOTH of my writing platforms as of late last year. So I can't even work on it and publish chapters in my free time. Hopefully things will improve over the next few weeks.
