Third Person POV



The streets of Godric's Hollow were completely empty. Other than the troublesome cat that would roam about the street.

Inside of one house, in particular, was the happiest family imaginable. Happy parents, happy babies.

Until the baby boy started to cry.

"James, go get the bottles, I think their hungry." Said the woman, Lily Evans Potter. The notorious, in his day, James Potter quickly did as demanded. Grabbing 2 baby bottles as his wife played with their children.

"Here," he handed her a bottle and watched as Lily fed their son. Lily looked up and cleared her throat. "Oh, Right. I'll get Helly." He stammered as he gently lifted the baby girl and fed her. She looked so much like him, dark brown hair and mischievous blue eyes. A smile hardly left the baby's face. She was so much like her father.

"Sweet Harry." Lily mumbles under her breath. Harry similar but quite different from his twin sister. He also had crazy almost black hair like his father. But instead of his fathers blue eyes, he had his mothers forest green ones. He was kind and gentle like mother.

Lily grabbed Helly and attempted to grab Harry, no avail.

"I got him," James picked up Harry as he cooed. Helly did the same shortly after, it was as if they were having their own private conversation. Lily and James noticed and and they just whole heartedly laughed.

The parents walked upstairs and put Harry and Helly next to each other. They heard the door unlock.

"Maybe it's just Sirius." James said trying to comfort his wife. "Stay here." Lily nodded and started walking around the room nervously.

As James walked hurriedly down the stairs, the door opened to reveal a hooded figure.

"Lily! It's him! Take the children and-" James tried to scream but was silenced.

"Avada Kedavra!" The hooded figure yelled. James Potter fell to the floor, laying lifelessly.

Lily got up and locked the door. She quickly walked back to her children and kneeled to their level.

"Harry, Helly, You are so loved. So loved. Children, Momma loves you. Daddy loves you. Harry be brave. Helly be strong. You are so loved." Lily said sadly. Just then the door opened and the hooded figure walked into the wand and pointed his wand at Harry.

"No please! Not Harry!" The man pointed it at Helly. "No! Not Helly! Please not the twins. Have mercy!" Lily cried. The hooded figure pointed the wand at her.

"Silly girl," the voice was cold, almost like if death had a voice. "Step aside and you will be spared!"

Lily threw herself at the hooded man. "Please! Not my children! Take me! Kill me! Kill me instead!"

"Avada Kedevra!" He yelled. Lily screamed and flew back into a wardrobe, landing in an unusual position. The man walked up to the crying children and pointed his wand at where the children were leaning their heads against each other.

The man repeated the spell once more. But instead of killing the twins, the spell reflected off them and hit the hooded man. His body vanished, and there was no trace he would have ever been there, other than his cloak that was left behind.

Harry and Helly cried, each with a strange lightning bolt scar on their forehead. Little did they know they had just defeated the darkest wizard in the world. Both parent deceased, wounds on their heads, and a story neither will know until years later.




-The Next Night in Little Whining, Surrey-




There was a cat sitting on a wall of number 4 privet drive in the dead of night. The Dursleys all sleeping, unaware of how their life was about to change majorly.

The cat showing no signs of sleepiness stared unblinkingly at the far corner of Privet Drive..A man appeared on the corner the cat had been watching. Appearing so suddenly and silently you'd have thought he had appeared out of thin air. The cats eyes narrowed and its tail twitched.

The man was tall, thin, and very old- according to the long silver hair and beard. He was wearing long robes, a purple cloak that swept the ground, and high buckled boots. His half moon glasses stood in front of his light blue eyes. This was Albus Dumbledore.

Unaware everything about him from his name to his boots were unwelcome, he was rummaging through his coat pockets. But he did realize he was being watched, he looked up suddenly to see the cat, which was still staring at him. The man chuckled and muttered, "I should have known."

He found what he was looking for in his pocket. It was small and silver and looked like a silver cigarette lighter. He opened it, held it up high in the air, and clicked it. The nearest street light went out. He clicked it 13 more times after so the whole street was pitch black. Only two little orbs of light as the cat's eyes remained. The man suddenly appeared next to the cat and sat down on the wall beside her.

"Fancy seeing you here, Professor McGonagall."

He smiled at the tabby who had turned herself into a rather savers looking woman. She was wearing square glasses, a emerald cloak, and her hair was drawn back in a right black bun.

"How did you know it was me?"

"My dear Professor, I've never seen a cat sit so stiffly." Dumbledore smiled.

"You'd be stiff to if you'd been sitting on a brick wall all day." The two professors had a long chat that involved lemon drops, celebration, and Voldemort.... I mean you know who. What am I forgetting? Oh right! And how Harry would live with his horrid aunt, uncle, and his cousin Fud-no- Dudley.

"Hagrid's bringing them."

"You think it -wise- to trust Hagrid with something as important as this?"

"I would trust Hagrid with my life," said Dumbledore.

"I'm not saying his heart isn't in the right place," said Professor McGonagall grudgingly, "but you can't pretend he's not careless. He does tend to – What was that?"

A low rumbling sound had broken the silence between them. It grew steadily louder as they looked up and down the street for any sign of headlights; it swelled to a roar as they both looked up to the sky- and a huge miter cycle fell out of the air and landed on the road in front of them.

If the motorcycle was huge, it was nothing compared to the man sitting in it. Long tangles of bushy black hair and a beard his most of his face, he had hands the size of thrash can lids, and his feet in their leather boots looked like baby Dolphins. He was carrying a bundle of blankets in each arm, with a baby in each arm.

"Hagrid," said Dumbledore, sounding relieved. "At last. And where did you get that motorcycle?"

"Borrowed it, sir. From young Sirius Black. I've got them, sir." He climbed off the bike carefully.

"No problems, were there?"

"No sir- house was almost destroyed, but I got them out all right before the Muggles started swarmin' around. They both fell asleep as we was flyin' over Bristol."

The Professors bent forward to see, just visible, on the left arm was a baby boy and on the right a baby girl, both fast asleep. Over tufts of almost black hair on each baby, they could see a strange shaped cut, like a lightning bolt.

"Is that where-?" Whispered McGonagall.

"Yes," said Dumbledore. "They'll have those scars forever."

"Couldn't you do something about it, Dumbledore?"

"Even If I could, I wouldn't. Scars can come in handy. I have one myself above my left knee that is a perfect map of the London Underground. Well-give him here, Hagrid- we'd better get this over with."

Dumbledore took Harry and turned to the Dursleys house. Hagrid said goodbye with the other baby still in his arms. He suddenly started howling like a dog.

"Shhh!" Hissed McGonagall. She gestured to Helly. “You'll wake her and and the Muggles!"

"S-s-sorry, But I c-c-can't stand it! Lily and James-dead, poor Harry off to live with muggles and Helly off to-to where exactly?" Hagrid sobbed.

"You'll take her to the Malfoys. They already told me they'd take her in, Narcissa and Lucius should be waiting. Goodbye Hagrid." Said Dumbledore as he walked up to place Harry and the note on the doorstep.

"Goodbye, sir." And with that Hagrid took off with Helly towards The Malfoy Manor.

Little did the twins know their lives would never be the same. People meeting in secret all over the country and raising their glasses, "To Harry and Helly Potter! The twins who lived!"