When the twins and Alison finally came home from the hospital, Dudley was ecstatic. He'd been home alone for far too long, thirteen days to be exact. Alison and the twins had had to be kept in for observation, just in case.
Dudley took the twins to their bedroom, while Al followed closely behind with their bags. When they got to the nursery, Alison stopped and gasped at how beautiful Dudley had made the room. The two cribs were polished mahogany, which matched the dressers. There was a changing table in the exact centre of the far wall, under the window, half on the blue side, and half on the pink side. The blankets were neatly tucked into the mattresses with an arrangement of toys both in the cribs and on top of the dressers.
After they put the twins down for their nap, Dudley walked back to the master bedroom. Alison followed quietly. As soon as she shut the door behind them, he turned around and she started kissing him passionately. It quite possibly could've led further if Lincoln hadn't started crying. Al sighed when that woke Sagan up as well. She retraced her steps back to the nursery where she promptly picked up Sagan, trying to calm her down, while Dudley did the same with Lincoln. Walking to the kitchen, she smirked at Dudley while mouthing "Good luck." She grabbed a bottle of formula and started bouncing Sagan up and down gently while feeding her. Once again, Dudley repeated with Lincoln.
Six years later, the first sign came.
"Sagan, honey, have you seen mummy's keys?" Sagan thought hard, trying to picture where she'd seen the keys last. Alison was watching her daughter's facial expression go from enjoyment (because she was playing with her toys at the time), to concentration, to surprise, as the keys suddenly appeared in her tiny, six-year old hand. Alison's face mirrored her daughters. Of course, neither of them knew what had happened, so they kept it a secret, not wanting to alarm anyone.
These things started happening on a regular basis. Even Dudley started noticing, although, he who should've realised what was happening, didn't.
They usually happened when the twins were either angry, or scared, but they could happen at other times as well. It became such a regular occurrence that nobody took notice anymore, until it was all explained.
It was the day of the twin's birthday. Their 11th to be exact. This was just the 'family' party. They'd had one with all their friends a few days earlier. This was a birthday they'd never forget, for two reasons. One, they had a visitor who looked to be over 100 years old yet was still as energetic as ever and, two, because of what said person had said to them.
"Mr and Mrs Dursley, Lincoln, Sagan. How very nice to meet you all. If I may have a word with you all? I'm sorry to impose on what looks like to be a fantastic party. I suggest you take a seat.
"My name is Minerva McGonagall, and I am the Headmistress of Hogwarts."
At this point Dudley let out a small "Oh".
"Yes, Mr Dursley, I thought you'd remember..."
Alison spoke up for the first time since Minerva arrived, "Dudley, what's going on?"
"Harry," was the only thing he managed to get out.
"Harry, as in your cousin Harry Potter?" Dudley merely nodded towards Professor McGonagall as a response.
She took this as an invitation to keep going. "You see, Mrs Dursley, Harry is a wizard. And I, for that matter, am a witch. I am here to explain to you that, both of your children seem to be magical as well. I would like to invite them to attend Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Assuming that they come, the school term commences on September first." At this point, she pulled two yellowish envelopes from under her cloak. One was addressed to a Miss S. Dursley, the other to a Mr L. Dursley. The twins took their respective envelopes and quickly slit them open. They were very fascinated.