Creating the Family

Hello my readers,

Thank you for reading my first ever uploaded story! I am writing this as I go, but will attempt to update once a week hopefully more, but if I don't then I apologise. Obviously I don't own any of the Harry Potter characters even if I love using them… This is all purely for fun. Although I do own all my original characters (Gods) but I don't mind if someone wishes to use one as long as they tell me so I can read what they've written.

I also don't own any of the other stories mentioned in this fic.

Enjoy my madness!

Paradox was feeling decidedly happier already. It had been a moments work to create the correct documentation to show that Pandora Serena Wild-Black existed and had just moved to her family's original home of the UK, specifically Scotland. Paradox had always been fond of Scotland, it was such a deliciously chaotic place. And the Fae lived here! They lived to do the impossible and mess with time.

Now all she needed was a house…

It didn't take very long, after all, she'd made sure she'd have more than enough funds and as Goblins knew all about her (Even if it was to try and avoid anything to do with her) they were all too eager to please. So soon enough Pandora Black stood in the hallway of her new home, a cosy little cottage on the west coast of Scotland, with just enough space to raise two kids and have a guest room.

Now all that was missing was the kids, and whomever she roped in to help with her plans of Dark Lord destruction. Speaking of all that, she should probably work out what she wanted to do beyond getting the kids… Nah! Winging it was way more fun, and created much more delightful chaos.

"Nice place you've got yourself sister dear."

An amused voice stated from right behind Paradox as she set up the Nursery. This caused her to jump a mile.

"Death! Do you HAVE to sneak up on me?"

She whined, face set in a pout as she turned to glare at him. The glare quickly melted away though as she was swept into her brothers arms as he twirled her around the room, her shrieking loudly the whole way. Once both her feet were firmly set back on the ground she grinned up at him before commenting;

"Missed you too, brother mine."

Her grin only widened at his put upon sigh and drooping shoulders.

"Of course I missed you! The house is no fun without you around and Aunty Fate's been making off with some of my souls again! And now you're not there to prank her for it… Mum's being all philosophical again and Dad's locked himself in his workroom creating goodness knows what and all our cousins are off doing something stupid and now my own twin is off messing with the mortals!"

By the end of his rant Death was close to shouting and looked more upset than he had in a while, Paradox's smile had vanished near the beginning as well and now she simply looked sad.

"I'm sorry, I did choose a rubbish time to get bored, but there is a spare room and you can always stay here whenever you want. I'll probably need the help while raising two powerfully magical mortals at the same time."

She finished with a wry smirk as she drew Death in for a hug. He let her and visibly relaxed in her hold.

"Now!"

Paradox stated as she switched back to her bubbly, mad mood that was her default state.

"Who wants to go collect some children?"

Death simply sighed resignedly as he raised his hand. Paradox's smile turned slightly feral and she rubbed her hands together.

"Excellent! Lets start with Tom, shall we? That's going to take quite a bit of impossibility work and rule breaking on my part. More than with Harry at least! OOOH, this is going to be fun!"

And with that she whisked the two of them away to the day after Tom Riddle was born.

When they arrived, Tom was, blessedly, asleep. Paradox immediately set to work wielding her own peculiar magic. To be honest, even SHE wasn't entirely sure what she was doing. However, as far as she could work out it was similar to taking the original Tom Riddle, and making a very good almost perfect copy to leave behind. The only flaw was that the copy would eventually go insane, but as the original was going to destroy his sanity anyway if left there, she didn't see that as a problem. Once she was done extracting Tom Riddle without changing the future yet, she scooped the original into her arms and vanished back to 1980, the year of Harry's birth. It was at this point that Death saw a snag in an otherwise perfectly followed plan:

"Weren't you planning to start raising them from 1978? So that they'd be in the same year as the Weasley twins?"

"Well… Yes… Originally that's exactly what I planned, but, that would raise too many questions if Harry showed up not only with a twin but also two years too early. And they can still make friends with the Weasley twins even if they're not in the same year."

Death nodded to this with a look of dawning understanding,

"Right, you'll already be under enough scrutiny from Dumbledore for taking his precious saviour from under his nose without revealing yourself as a time traveller of sorts."

"Exactly! Now, onwards my dear Watson to Godric's Hollow!"

And with that all three of them vanished, the last thing to be heard was Deaths whine of;

"Why am I Watson?"

The collection of Harry was child's play compared to Tom's, they simply appeared the moment after Voldemorts destruction, picked Harry up from the crib and vanished back to 1980, de-aging him on the way so that by the time they got back, Harry was a day old again and asleep.

"Ok! That makes both their birthday's in this time the 31st of July and we've got over a year before I get to witness the chaos his disappearance will cause. I wonder what Severus and Sirius will do?"

"Paradox… Maybe we should have this conversation when we're both not holding a sleeping baby? They might wake up."

Paradox promptly shut up and walked over to the large turquoise double cot she'd set up in the Nursery and placed Harry gently down before turning and retrieving Tom so she could do the same before tucking a blanket round each of them, midnight blue for Harry, sea green for Tom. Then both Gods just stood there, looking down at their new charges. They made an odd family, the two twin Gods of Chaos and Death and the two dark haired babies that, without this interference, would have become the bitterest of enemies born decades apart. Only a God could have brought them together as twins.

A/N So this is the new chapter! Hope you enjoyed it and I'll try and write the next one soon.

Now, I'm conflicted over what I want to do with Severus and Sirius, I don't want to see Sirius in Azkaban or Severus bound to Dumbledore, so they'll both know the truth about Paradox, it's just how involved I want them to be in the raising of the Wild-Black twins (If at all).