Disclaimer : No, I do not own Harry Potter. This is just a fanfiction.

Warning- Contains slash (boyxboy). It also contains incest and narcissism (well, depends on how you see it.)

"Hello"-speech

'Hello'-personal thoughts

'Hello'-mental conversations

A/N I would like to thank my reviewers. You guys are great! You guys give me the motivation to write and I really appreciate that.

And to answer a few questions, some of you asked if I would be writing more about their childhood and the answer is yes. I need to write about how they grow up as jumping straight to when they go to Hogwarts would make the story seem too fast paced. But don't worry; you can be sure that their childhoods would not be boring. Harry Potter never does 'boring' after all.

And as for how long this fic will be….Well to tell you the truth, I don't really know. But we'll see won't we?

And as for character emotions, well I suppose you can say that it's especially hard to write about infants who show deep emotions. I suppose that while they're infants, their characters won't be as complex as when they grow up. Can you imagine having an emotional baby brooding away while he recalls his past memories? I certainly can but that would not portray much humor, huh? I'll let you guys in on a little secret, I have a certain dislike for angst and I suppose most of you can see that from the way I write. A little angst is fine but just not too much. I prefer writing light hearted stories but don't worry; I'll try my best to make this look as realistic as possible. So cheer me on people.

Let's go on shall we?

It had taken Lily and James almost three months to complete the nursery. They had chosen this room specifically for their sons as it was one of the rooms in the manor that was almost always sunny and warm all year long. The sunlight, Lily insisted, would be good for their sons as they would need all the warmth that they could get.

And so, the nursery had taken up most of their free time during the past few months. They had taken every inch of the nursery into consideration. From the color of the walls to the size of the baby cot, they wanted everything to be perfect for their little ones.

As first time parents usually are, they were anxious about the arrival of their twin sons. Imagining themselves as parents was downright frightening. Would they qualify as parents? Could they give their children enough love and attention? These questions would repeatedly run through their minds as the arrival of their twin sons grew closer and closer with each passing day.

But the moment they first laid eyes on their twin sons, they instantly understood that no matter how challenging it was to become a parent, they would do everything in their power to make sure that their sons would grow up happy and safe. And no matter what, they would always be there to support their sons in whatever decisions they made. It was the duty of a parent after all, to believe in your own child and to put your trust in them.

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Lily had spent most of her free time in the nursery. When there weren't any meetings at the Order or missions from the Ministry, you would find her sitting at the side of a large baby cot as she watched over her twin sons.

Lily found them awfully intelligent for newly born infants. They hardly ever cried and the only times that they did were when they were hungry. Even house elves and loud noises did not scare them as they would have scared other infants their age.

When she sang to them or read them bedtime stories, they would stare up at her with rare understanding in their sea green eyes. Sometimes she suspected that they could even understand her one-sided conversations with them. She would talk to them sometimes, telling them about the war and how she was worried for her friends and their families.

Taking her fears to James would only worry him, she knew but with them she could pour out her heart and soul and the most they could do was stare up at her with their innocent green eyes as she rambled away. And at times they would gurgle and demand to be picked up when she was feeling down. It was like they could understand her worries and fears.

They were like angels sent down to comfort her in these dark times. She wouldn't know what to do if she ever lost them.

The incident of their near kidnapping had taught her that they would never be safe as long as Voldemort and his followers were still at large. No one was safe from the Dark Lord. The best they could do was pray and hope that they would be one of the fortunate ones to escape unscathed in this war.

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A small cry from Harlan broke her train of thought. Reaching down into the cot, she picked him up and rocked him slowly in her arms. "Tippy," called out Lily as she moved to sit down. She placed Harlan on her lap and looked into wide sea green eyes that practically shouted 'Feed me! I'm hungry!'

Tippy, a houself, appeared moments later with a small 'pop'. "Mistress is calling Tippy?" asked the eager houself. The elf was dressed in a white pillowcase that had the Potter crest sewn on the front. Tippy was a young elf that had been dubbed as bouncy and eager to please the moment Lily had met her. The perfectly clean and spotless Potter Manor was proof of that.

"Yes, could you get Harlan his milk bottle? He seems to be hungry," said Lily as she smiled kindly at the elf. She always had had a soft spot for houselves. Ever since she had learned of their existence in the Potter Manor, she had been trying her best to make sure that they were treated with kindness and respect. No living creature should be treated as something no better than dirt after all.

"Right away Mistress! Tippy is getting young Master Harlan's milk bottle," said Tippy as she popped out of the nursery. She appeared back in the nursery moments later with another 'pop' and eagerly handed over the milk bottle in her hands to Lily. "Thank you, Tippy," said Lily to the elf who simply beamed at the compliment.

When Tippy was dismissed, she left for the kitchens to brag to the other houselves. It was after all a common practice among the houselves in the Potter Manor. The status of a houself is determined by how the houself is regarded by his or her master. If they are regarded with favour, they had a higher status compared to the other houselves but if they are regarded with scorn however, they are regarded as eyesores to the other houselves.

The Potter houselves had always been happy to serve their masters as most of the past Lords and Ladies had been kind to them. Ever since the time of the founders their forebears had served the Potters and up till the current generation, none of the houselves have ever regretted working for them.

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Harlan happily latched onto the milk bottle the moment it was given to him. 'I'm hungry! You can't blame me,' thought Harlan as he proceeded to empty the bottle of its contents.

Ryle watched with amusement from the cot as his mother frowned at Harlan for 'suckling like a piglet' as she so bluntly put it. A warm and fuzzy feeling formed in his chest as he continued watching the scene. Who would have thought that he would get to see his mother alive and healthy after being an orphan for so long?

And this time around he would have parents and a godfather to spoil him rotten as he grew up. He was glad that he had taken the risk and cast the spell that transported him here. Meeting his mate was an added bonus as well. Who would have thought that an alternate version of himself was his mate?

Being a baby it seemed had many benefits. When all you had to do was eat, sleep and eat again all day, you had lots of time to think. And think he did.

He thought about the future and the war between the Light and Voldemort. He wouldn't call Voldemort Dark as the Dark side after all, was not evil. Mindless slaughter and murder had abosolutely nothing to go with being Dark, it just made you cruel.

Long ago, even before the time of Merlin, the wizarding world had been divided into both Light and Dark. Both had a leader and an equal amount of wizards and magical creatures in their communities. Both sides had lived in harmony with one another until a group of Dark wizards had destroyed the peace between the two sides by attacking the Light in an effort to prove that they were the superior beings.

The animosity between Light and Dark had started from there and throughout the ages countless battles and wars had been fought by both sides with neither one willing to back down. Their misconceptions about the other had led to many deaths and pointless fighting.

The Light which had classified all Dark beings as evil had caused all Dark wizards and creatures to be discriminated and the Dark which had thought themselves superior to the Light had resulted with the appearance of many 'Dark Lords' that have continuously tried to 'prove' their superiority by indulging themselves in mindless murder. Grindelwald and Voldemort were one of the few 'Dark Lords' who had made their mark in history because of the misconception that Dark magic was stronger than Light magic.

Dark magic was never and will never be stronger than Light magic. They are equal in power and the only difference between to two is that Dark wizards tend to be better at preserving the records of their magic in comparison to the Light wizards. It is a pity that the oldest forms of Light magic have faded from the knowledge of Light wizards in the current generation. True Light magic would have made the 'Dark Lords' think twice before messing with the Light. Not that dark magic wasn't powerful; it all depends on the wizard who uses the magic after all.

That had basically been a brief summary on the history of the Light side and the Dark side. Ryle had come across an ancient scroll that recorded the magical community's history during his travels. Finding the scroll had not been easy but that of course, was another story for another day.

But back to his musings, being a baby gave him lots of time to think of what to do with the future. He had jokingly suggested to his mate awhile ago that they should lie low and pretend to be ordinary and clueless babies. They had both been only half serious at the time knowing that with the war going on; they could not possibly be neutral when their parents were in danger of getting killed by Voldemort and his followers.

No way in hell were they going to let their parents die this time around when it was their power to save them. They knew that their magic was strong but being only infants, they could not possibly defeat a Dark Lord in their current states. There would be no 'Harry Potter' this time to stop Voldemort. So what would happen to the wizarding world if there was no 'boy-who-lived' to save them?

They knew that they needed a plan, one that would let them lie low until they had full control of their powers and one that would keep them out the spotlight. But what could they possibly do?

Thoughts such as these have occupied their minds ever since the incident of their near kidnapping. The deatheaters were getting bolder and with no one to stop their master this time, who knew what would happen to the wizarding world by the time they were ready to defeat Voldemort? Time was running out they knew, they needed a plan and they needed it soon. Rumours of Voldemort gathering an army to attack Hogwarts and the Ministry have been spreading like wildfire.

Time was running out for the wizarding world.

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"Lily," called out a voice from outside the nursery. Lily who had been reading to her twin sons in the nursery immediately stopped reading and with the flick of a wand, the book was placed back in with the other story books on the shelf.

"In here, James," called out Lily instantly recognizing the owner of the voice calling out to her from downstairs. A few moments later the door of the nursery was pushed open with a small creak to reveal James Potter, fully dressed in his auror robes.

"James, what's wrong?" asked Lily noticing the grim look on James' face. "The report on the deatheater who tried to kidnap our sons just came in," said James as he closed the nursery door behind him and conjured a chair to sit beside his wife.

"Well? What did it say?" asked Lily anxiously, she had been waiting for some news of the deatheater ever since the incident at the hospital. She knew that anything that had to do with Voldemort was definitely not good news but she simply had to know why the deatheater had been trying to kidnap her twin boys.

"Well, it seems that there have been similar cases throughout the wizarding world. Deatheaters have been sneaking into hospitals to kidnap young newborns under the Dark Lords orders," said James as he absent mindedly ran a hand through his unruly dark hair.

"But why?" asked Lily who glanced nervously at her twin sons. "What would they want with newborn infants?" she asked again.

"Under the verisatum, the deatheater who was caught admitted that the Dark Lord wanted to raise the newborns as future deatheaters," spat out James as he glared at nothing in particular.

Lily only kept silent as she looked down into the cot to see her twin sons staring up at her with their innocent green eyes. They were still so innocent, born into the world that held so much pain and cruelty. She felt a deep pang of sadness rise up in her chest as Harlan began squirming and demanded to be picked up.

She would be able to pick him up now but in the future, would she still be able to gather up her twin sons in her arms and promise them safety and protection? These promises were empty she knew, she might not be able to keep them some day. Dark times were approaching and the future looked grim. She felt almost sorry for them to be born in a time such as this. Wouldn't it have been wonderful if they had been born in times of peace? They would not have to face such cruel times if they had been.

"Will they try to kidnap our sons again?" asked Lily who had bent down to carry up Harlan into her arms. She needed to know, she needed to be prepared.

"They might," was all James said as he stared out the window. He could not possibly bear to see the look of anguish on the face of his wife. He loved her and his sons so much but he knew that there can be times when he would be powerless to stop harm from befalling them.

Lily only nodded as she rocked Harlan silently in her arms. She looked down into the cot to see Ryle staring up at her with adoring eyes. They were so young, too young in fact to face the horrors the world could hold.

To try and lighten up the mood, James said, "You know, the deatheater they caught had came down with a nasty case of rashes the size of dragon warts. The healers suspect that it is some sort of a magical virus but Mad Eye insists that it was caused by a nasty hex. They tried looking for the hex but they could find no traces of it when they ran a test. Sirius suspects that one of the aurors had 'accidentally' hexed him when he was brought in and is still looking for the 'heroic' auror."

Lily laughed at the image that popped up in her mind. That would be fun to see. It was a fitting punishment she concluded, as she knew how annoying and downright frustrating it is to even get a minor case of rashes.

"So, have they found a cure for the rashes yet?" asked Lily as she giggled slightly.

"Nope," said James as they both stared at each other in amusement before bursting out in fits of laughter.

A/N Well, I hope you guys enjoyed the chapter. I've got an exam coming up so I might not be able to update as often but don't worry, I'll try to my best to update. Please review, I do so love reviews. Until next time, bye bye.