Full Summary

Harry had a twin, one that everyone believes to be dead, or vanished, along with Lord Voldemort.

All young Harry knows is that he keeps getting visions of a green-eyed, brown haired girl, about his age, that is always sitting on a rock near a lake with a old, green-eyed woman with her hair in a bun and an odd green dress. He doesn't know who or where they are, but he doesn't dare to ask the Dursleys. He can't ask questions with them, or else he'll be Punished.

All young Aella knows is that she keeps seeing a skinny boy with green eyes and black hair in a dark room, playing with broken toys, in her dreams. Sometimes a ugly woman or a fat boy or a fat man comes in. When it is the fat man, the skinny boy is hurt very badly by the fat man. Aella doesn't know why, but she doesn't tell her Grammy about the boy. Grammy will probably be very sad, like she was when Aella's Daddies died.

Prologue

"JAMES BLOODY POTTER!" Lily screamed from inside the hospital room at St. Mungo's. "If you tell me to relax one more time..." she let the threat hang. Remus winced as he paced outside of the room. Poor Prongs. Lily had a nasty temper when it got the best of her. There was another cry of pain, then a smaller cry. Remus sighed in relief, thinking that it was over now. How wrong he was. Lily screamed once more, and Sirius paled.

"Holy shit." He whispered. "There's gonna be more than one little Prongs or Lily-love." Remus nodded distractedly. Another minute passed, then two, then ten, all filed with Lily's screams. Finally, after another twelve minutes, there was silence, except for another small cry, the cry of a newborn. Almost an hour later, when Sirius, Remus, and the rest of the Potter's friends, were allowed in, they poked their heads in the room to see two babies sleeping, nestled into Lily's sides.

"This is Harry James, he's older by twelve minutes," she whispered, pointing at the baby on her left. "And this is Tasia Lily. Can you believe it, they were born on two different days!" James was sitting next to his wife, petting his new daughters head. Their friends smiled at the obvious love and joy that the Potters had in their eyes.

The Sequel of the Prologue, but Still Before the Main Story Takes Place

There were screams; Mummy was standing in front of her brother and herself. Tasia was confused. Why wasn't Daddy coming to put them to sleep and Singing? What was the man doing here? Mummy suddenly went to sleep very quickly, after a burst of light. Tasia felt happy that her Mummy was able to sleep, because she had been looking icky for a bit, and had uneaten her food a lot in the morning. Tasia smiled at the man, but he ignored her, instead looking at Harry. He did the sleepy light to Harry, too, but it didn't work. Tasia looked at Harry, who had started crying. He had a cut on his head. Everything seemed to stop, and suddenly everything went boom, like Mummy did when Daddy did something silly. Tasia felt herself flying, but it wasn't like when Daddy took her in the air an the broom, it hurt more, and there was a lot of light, like the fire. She started crying when the ground came down with a bump. The baby cried harder when she couldn't see Harry near her, only the house, and it was broken. A door opened somewhere, and a woman and man came out of a house.

"Jeanne, is that a baby?" the man asked.

"Yes, what will we do with it?"

The Sequel of the Sequel of the Prologue, but Still Before the Main Story Takes Place, although the Main Story isn't quite so far into the Future

"We'll take that little girl, with the brown hair and green eyes." Mark McGonagall and his partner, Timmy Suther (or, in their minds, McGonagall), decided. The owner of the orphanage smiled at them.

"All right, but I warn you, she's a bit odd." The couple frowned at the elderly matron.

"What do you mean by that?" Timmy asked.

"Well, one of my younger girls swears that the baby's toys were floating everywhere, and the girl was laughing." The matron frowned a bit. "But my girl must have been overworked or tired, I mean, that couldn't possibly have happened." Mark and Timmy, being wizards themselves, exchanged amused glances. It seems that they were adopting a little witch.

"Yes, that must have been it." Mark said. "Well, we still think that she's the perfect match for us. Does she have a name?"

The matron smiled again, and passed them papers. "Just sign these, and no she doesn't have a name. You can name her anything, just put it under 'name'." The men conferred for a few minutes, then returned to the woman. In another hour, the men and their new baby were standing in front of their house.

"Welcome home, Aella Selene McGonagall." Mark said, opening the door.