"Talk Talk"= conversations

'Talk Talk'= thoughts

Talk talk= letters

Talk talk= spells

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Chapter one: The beginning

Seven years had passed since the day the greatest light wizard of all, Albus Dumbledore had placed three small children on the doorsteps from their aunt's house. The three could remember the day clearly, the day their lives almost ended because of a madman.

Seven years had passed, seven miserable years. Their relatives, the Dursleys weren't very pleased when that day, 1 November 1981, she opened the door and she saw the basket with the children of the sister she hadn't seen in ages and pretended she didn't have. She found a letter with them and when she read it out loud to her husband, the magic which was inside the letter itself activated itself. The letter said

Dear Petunia,

I have some unpleasant news for you. Last night a dark wizard called Lord Voldemort came to your sister's house and killed your sister and her husband, leaving their children orphans. I wish you to take care of them. You will allow them in your house or else you won't like the consequences of your actions. You will get some allowances to take care of three extra mouths, but I want them not to be spoiled. They need to be humble, make them learn their places. When they are eleven, they will be invited to Hogwarts, I need humble obedient children, not rebels. Do you understand, Petunia! I want obedient children, do whatever you want with them, except for killing them and sending them away. I have put wards around your house to protect them and you from any Wizarding attacks.

Remember this Petunia, remember.

Albus Dumbledore

Petunia Dursley and her husband Vernon Dursley could feel the magic surrounding their house, so powerful was the magic that even they, muggles, could feel it. They put the triplets into the spare bedroom upstairs, which was not even finished yet, the walls were still empty, there was no bed, nothing to take care of them, but they needed to wait until the money came to buy some stuff and then they would see.

James Potter had been awake the whole time and he had heard everything Petunia had said, everything what the letter had said and he was furious, how could the man, who was once a mentor to him, do this to him and his wife? He was not better than Voldemort, no he was worse than Voldemort and he would not do anything that would please Albus Dumbledore ever again.

In the short time he had been in his son's mind, he had seen two other doors. When he opened them, he saw he was inside his daughter's mind. It seemed like his children had a connection with each other, he was happy, he could use that to make sure that every single one of his children knew about the love he and Lily had for them. He would teach them things, make them hid things for them and then when they were ready, they would go to their mother, be together once more.

That was seven years ago and James Potter felt like he had failed his children. It was true to taught them stuff the Dursleys never taught them. He was the one who comforted them when they were ill, when they had a nightmare, when they didn't feel loved. He was the one who told them the truth of what had truly happened that night, instead of the lies the Dursleys had told them about a car crash. He was the one who told them about magic, teaching about small stuff, teaching them about Hogwarts, the lessons there, the professors, the pranks he had done with his friends. Stories about good times on Hogwarts, but also bad times. He didn't want his children to make the same mistakes he made when he was on Hogwarts, he didn't want them to become bullies, like he and the rest of the Marauders were to the Slytherins and to Snape. He told them about their mother, how they met, how their relationship was on school and how they ultimately fell in love with each other.

But that didn't make him feel any better when he had to watch how his children were abused by the Dursleys. He had to watch how in the beginning Petunia didn't take care of their needs, leaving their diapers on until the last moment, until the smell became too much. He had to watch how his children suffered of those diapers, he had to hear them cry from the pain. He had to watch how his children almost didn't receive any food, how they were always last on the Dursleys' mind. He had to watch how his children were given rags as clothes, how they were bullied by their cousin, how to grew up miserable. How they had to do almost all the work in the house, doing cooking and cleaning and everything else in the house and the garden. He had to watch how his children were punished when they couldn't finish their list of chores, a list of chores with which even 5 adults would have difficulty to get finished in a day and they had to do it in a few hours. He had to watch how his son was punished the most, how he always protected his sisters from the most punishments. He had to watch how his son was put into the cupboard under the stairs as punishment, how that thing that called himself Vernon Dursley, whipped him, used his belt on him when he showed signs of magic. He had to watch how his son protected his sisters by claiming on the magic in the house was done by him, not them.

Of course, he always comforted his children after all those things. He always said how much he and their mother loved them, how happy she would be when they would go to find her. How they had to hang on until the right moment was there, then they would go to see her. They needed to wait until their magic was strong enough.

If he had to mention one positive of the Dursleys he had to say that they helped his children with their magic, because of all the things they did to them, their magic grew stronger and stronger trying to stop all the pains and get them moving on. Their magic was stronger than his magic when he was in Hogwarts, he made them practice their magic. He taught them the incantations and the wand movements, he made them practice them without a wand, and he was surprised when he saw that his children could perform wandless magic, but he was so glad for it.

The Ministry could not sense wandless magic, neither could Albus Dumbledore. James had seen the wards and they were useless. They only stopped owls and it made it harder for wizards to see/ found the house, but if there was a powerful enough wizard, he could see the house perfectly and walked inside the wards without any problems. The wards Dumbledore had placed were Bloodwards, protecting loved ones, but because of the fact there wasn't any love between the Dursleys and his children, the bloodwards were useless, they would get torn down with one small spell. He was happy his children had a weapon to defend themselves if they were attacked by a wizard.

He made his children practice their magic everyday and he saw how their magic core grew and grew everyday stronger and stronger. He knew it would be almost time to get them home, he had thought he had to wait until they would receive the letter to Hogwarts to get them together with their mother, but now with the way their magic was now, it would be sooner, far sooner than he had ever hoped.

His children were amazing. They could feel their father and his moods and when he was sad or depressed when they were punished, they always went to give him a hug, telling him it wasn't his fault. It was their fault and His fault. They would be sorry. It made him feel a little better than before. He knew he had to be strong for his children, he was the adult, but sometimes it was different. Sometimes it felt like his children were the adults, protecting him, comforting him after it become too hard.

His children were growing up. They were small because of the malnourishment of the Dursleys and their bodies weren't as strong as they should be if they had been fed properly, but in his eyes his children were perfect like they were. He would loved if they were different, but he loved his children and they were perfect to him.

Harry, his oldest child looked like a mini version of himself, except for the lovely emerald eyes he had inherited from his mother. He knew his child had problems, but when he would met Lily he hoped his physical problems would be solved. He was intelligent and his favourite subjects were Potions and DADA.

Hermione his second child looked like also like a mini version of himself, a girl version of him. Her hair was dark black, but if the sun shone on it, there was a reddish glow coming from her hair. Her hazel eyes were full of life and intelligence, he knew she had inherited the brains of her mother. Her favourite subjects were Potions and Transfiguration.

Ginny, his third child was like a mini version of Lily, his beautiful wife. Her long red hair, the exact same colour as Lily, she had only not inherited the emerald green eyes from her mother, but the hazel eyes from him. Another perfect mix of him and Lily. Her favourite subjects were DADA and Charms.

He had taught them about the subjects on Hogwarts and he noticed his children were so different, but at the same time so the same. Harry loved to be outside, he hated to be locked into the house, he was the happiest when he could be working inside the garden, happily watering the garden and taking care of the plants and flowers in it. He had his own vegetable patch, he had made it after he had gotten permission from Petunia when he said it would spare them money to get every time vegetables from the store who weren't fresh and could hurt their precious son, their son was obese but they couldn't see that. His son was too good for him, trying to give him healthy food as much as he could. He loved that place and when he was anxious, he always went there to calm down.

James was happy, it would be good practice for Herbology later, his son also loved cooking, a chore he shared with Hermione. Together they could create the most beautiful dishes, it would be good practice for Potions later. Potions and cooking could be seen as the same thing, they both dealt with putting in the right ingredients to create a good product. Ginny could not cook, she almost burnt everything she touched when she was cooking, so she was not allowed in the kitchen at all. She did mostly the cleaning in the house, such as vacuuming and the laundry. His youngest child was intelligent, but she loved to use that for pulling pranks, then actually studying. So much like him in his younger days. She loved to think about different charms and spells and how she could them in a duel, she was really a prankster in her heart. His other children also loved pulling pranks, but Ginny was the prankster queen. She had also promised James she would be continuing the Marauders with her as the leader, the others would also be part of it, but Ginny would become the official leader, like James had been when he was on Hogwarts.

His middle child was not the type to spent time outside, it wasn't like she was never outside, but she rather spent the time reading a good book then playing outside. She was then also having a difficult time on school in the beginning, where she was being bullied for being smart, but like always that ended quickly when Harry, like the overprotectice big brother he always has been, quickly sorted out the bullies whom were bully his little sister.

Of course the school wasn't very happy with him when he was seen fighting with other student on the campus of the school. He had received detention for that and a letter was sent to the Dursleys, it was safe to say they weren't very pleased with that. That night he had received the worst beating he had ever received from Vernon, his arm was broken with a couple of ribs. His sisters had been crying when they had seen how injured he was, James had been furious when he saw all his son injuries, he quickly told him what he had to do with his magic to heal him. He knew he would probably not be enough, he had been right, at that age, only five years old his own magic wasn't as strong, but James had been surprised when his son's magic was getting some extra help from his daughters. It seemed like their connection ran deeper than he had thought at first. Those three would be a force to watch out for, when they would go to Hogwarts.

That was the beginning, their magic grew stronger and stronger after that and now only two years after that incident and many, many beatings later, James found it was time to finally met their mother. He hoped she wouldn't faint or something like that, that would be really funny to watch.

It was early in the morning on his children's eighth birthday, the day they would escape from their own personal Hell. James woke up his children up, telling them it was time, time to finally met their mother again. He knew it could not leave his children any longer there, his son was now getting beaten almost every week and his resolve was breaking. The resolve to love again, he knew they needed time to get used to the lovely attention Lily would spoil them with and now they would have some time with her until they were off to Hogwarts.

His children woke up silently and as silent as they could be, they dressed themselves in their rages they had gotten from their relatives. Vernon had locked the door from the outside, but they had found out that with their combined magic they could do a lot. Carefully they reached their magical cores and they directed it to the locks, causing them to unlock themselves, cushioning the floor, so that the locks falling on the ground wouldn't make a sound, waking up the other people in the house.

The triplets walked out of their room, taking with them only their spare belongings. They had their baby blankets, Harry had an emerald green one with HJP, Hermione had a dark blue one with HLP on it and Ginny had a light blue one with GLP on it. They also take with them some broken toys they had received from their relatives, some drawings and some photo's from themselves they had made. The trio put their bags around their shoulders and so they walked downstairs, Harry in the middle his arms around his two sisters, Hermione on his left and Ginny on his right. They walked carefully on the stairs and without any doubt in their mind they walked out of the house.

James had been planning this day for a long day and it was only recently he had found out one of his house elves had saved and was working for Lily now. He made Harry call the old elf, the elf already knowing of the plan, otherwise she would have woken up the whole neighbourhood with her squeal, she was so happy that her Master and Mistress children had survived. She took the triplets by the hand and she took them with her to the place where her Mistress had spent the last seven years, a small cottage close by Godric Hollow, but was between Godric Hollow and the next village.

The elf, called Happy, took them right to the front door and then popped away. She wanted it to be a surprise for her Mistress. The three children rang the doorbell, waiting for their mother to open the door. After a moment they heard the most musical voice calling to them, "I am coming, I am coming, wait there a second."

The trio held their breath, this would be the moment, the moment they had been waiting on for the last seven years. Even Harry was excited, most of the time he wasn't because of the Dursleys treatment he had lost almost all of his positive looks on the world, few things could make him excited or happy.

The door opened and there was she, their mother in all her glory. Her red hair, still the same as James remembered, her emerald eyes still full of life, but with in the depths of them a haunted look, a terrible loss. She looked down and the trio saw her eyes widen, her mouth opening from shock.

"Hello mum, we are home." Said Harry, Hermione and Ginny at the same time.

A.N Hello, here is the first official chapter of Three are better than one. Like I said in the summary this will be part of a series. I haven't thought about how long the series will be, but this first part will be pre-Hogwarts. I think it won't be a very long one, maybe 20 chapters or else. The next one will be covering Hogwarts, I think of cutting those seven years in different parts and maybe I will do a story after Hogwarts, I am still thinking about it. I will let you guys now. I was ask by 9.99 to make this story and after reading the things he wanted to do, I decided I could write this story and that I was interested. Some of the things he wanted I have changed, didn't fit in the story, but most of the things he wanted into the story I will put into the story. Many things have changed and this is absolutely nothing like the canon, so ignore everything you know about the canon, most of it will change in this story. If you don't like that, this story is probably not a good read for you. I don't know when I will update again, I think maybe Sunday, maybe longer. I wrote this on my free day and now school is getting busy and I have to spent time to learn for my exams. Hope that you will understand that.

I wish everyone a nice day and I hope you will sent review to tell me what you think about the story.

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