The Potter Twins and the Introduction

I do not own any of the original Harry Potter characters. This is my first oneshot so please no harsh judgment because this is not one of my strong points. Also I had to alter some things so Harry and Juliet were born in 1998. It's just what works at the moment. Enjoy!

Juliet Lily Potter's POV November 2002

I sat on the cold basement floor at the Harlow's house. You would imagine living in a house full of blood-sucking, heartless, creatures would be traumatizing for a four-year-old girl. Well, let me confirm that thought with something added to it. The four-year-old is freezing her small butt off and alone other than a boy who is a year older that will barely speak. I'm Juliet Potter, born July 31st 1998. My parents were killed when I was one and I have never met any of my siblings (if they are alive or if I have any). The boy got up and put his jacket around me. It could have been a blanket for someone my size. I smiled a bit. "Thank you," I said my voice barely audible. I was sick, cold, hungry, and tired. I was used to hunger though. I was bone thin and only weighed a few pounds. I had long, orange hair and beautiful, bright, green eyes. I looked just like my mother. I put my head on the boy's shoulder and he stroked my hair. I smiled at the thought of my father doing that when I was little. He whispered, "I'm Chase." "Juliet," I replied. He smiled and chuckled. We would later become very, very close friends….

Juliet Lily Potter's POV November 2006

As usual I sat in the basement with Chase. I had deep scars and cuts. Every single day I was beaten. I'm always sleeping with Chase to guard me. He hasn't left my side for almost four years now. He was like the brother that I never had around. He rubbed my bruised arm and I felt better. He smiled at me. "I hope they don't find something else to "punish" you for. That's be the third time today," He whispered. "POTTER GIRL!" We heard from upstairs. I got up on my unsteady legs and weakly walked to the door. Zelda Harlow towered over me. She hissed, "You were told not to speak. I can hear you two talking." I looked at her nervously. In seconds I was being dragged off for my fourth beating that day. I hated it, how they collected the blood in jars, how the other children cheered as I was whipped. It was cruel, but I could do nothing about it.

Chase Carson's POV Same Date

I got up as the door shut and tried to get out as they drug her off. She was too weak to be treated like this. I was helplessly struggling to get the door to fall. It was solid oak, no use. I sighed and tried not to listen. I heard the screams of pain for almost two minutes, then silence. No cheering, no hisses of excitement, no nothing. It was a cold dead silence that told me something was terribly wrong. I heard the door open and they threw a limp figure down. It was Juliet 's body there. I picked her up and held her close to me. She woke and put her head on my chest. Normally she would say something like "Calm down" or "It's alright", but she was silent and rubbed my arm.

Juliet's POV

I looked up at Chase wishing I could say something; tell him what happened or something. He shook his head and at that moment we both figured out what was wrong. I was now mute. I hugged him tightly. "I will never leave you," he whispered, "I promise." I nodded and climbed out of his arms weakly crawling to where we had a stash of extra sheets and comforters. There was a small window which I threw the rope through. I climbed up and helped Chase up. He hugged me tightly as we both ran off across the street. We knocked on the door and a man, about six foot tall, answered. Chase had left me and ran to his real home. I fainted into his arms. I later woke up and found out the man was a famed biologist, John Smith. I hope this is a permanent solution, for my own sake…