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Note: First in the re-writes! Thank you for hanging in there! I know I'm a pain, but this has been a long time coming! Also, sorry for being a day late, life gets in the way some times… :(

"James! James! It's time!" Lily screamed from her spot on the bed where she'd been for the last three months.

"I'll call Poppy!" James yelled back from the living room. He ran to the fireplace and grabbed a handful of glittering powder and threw it into his fireplace. "Poppy! She's in labor!" he shouted into the green flames that appeared. Not long after, a kindly looking woman stepped out of the flames into the Potter's living room.

"You haven't been letting her rest, Mr. Potter! She's early!" tutted the nurse.

"I most certainly have!" he defended as he pointed to the cot he'd been sleeping in before calling for her.

"Then your children will be more like you than we thought." She moaned as she rushed past him and down the hall.

James Potter was pacing frantically in the living room as he listened to his wife's screams from the end of the hall. He tried only once to join them in the room and was greeted with a pillow in the face, and shouts at him to get out. After his unsuccessful visit he decided he needed a friendly face to wait this out with him. Repeating the process in his fireplace he called for his friend Sirius.

"They won't let you in?" Sirius asked as he climbed out of the fireplace and patted the soot and ash off his clothes.

"No. Poppy seems to think I've been keeping her from her rest and Lily threw a pillow at me!" he groaned.

"Hasn't lost her steam, I see. James, just think, when this is all over you'll have two new reasons to have a pillow thrown at your head!" Sirius laughed. Just then they heard a new cry from the bedroom that signaled the birth of the first of the Potter twins.

Evangeline Lily Potter and Harry James Potter were just the blessing on the Potter's and their friends that they needed in this time of fear and death. Little did they know all their happiness would soon come crashing down and lives would be changed forever.

It was a clear night on Privet Drive, no one and nothing in sight, except a stray cat staring intently down the street. All the residents had long been asleep when a loud crack sounded at the corner. The cat's tail twitched for the first time in hours, acknowledging the newly present man at the corner. She watched as the man pulled what appeared to be a lighter out of his magnificently colored robe and began to flick it. One by one as he did so the lights on the street went out leaving them in total darkness as he strode down the street towards the door marked number 4. The cat joined him in stride waiting to change until he spoke to her directly.

"Fancy seeing you here, Professor McGonagall." He chuckled at the tabby cat, but it was gone. Where moments before walked a cat, stood a tall woman dressed in robes much like his own and a hat sitting smartly on her head.

"Are the rumors true, Professor Dumbledore? Has You-Know-Who really disappeared?" she asked, concern written all over her face. Because if the rumors he had disappeared were true, then the ones about how couldn't be too far off. She shuddered to think such terrible thoughts. But after being met with silence on the matter she pressed on. "They're saying Lily and James are dead." Dumbledore nodded his head in response. "They say he tried to kill their son, Harry. But-he couldn't. They say that is why he is gone." Her questioning received only another nod in return. Her thoughts turned to the Potter's other child, Evangeline. Nothing had been said about her all day, the rumors only discussing Harry. "How did he survive? And is his sister alive?" she begged of her fellow wizard.

"We can only guess. But she is fine, Voldemort wasn't there to harm Evangeline." He said, pulling a watch out to check the time. "Hagrid's late. I suppose he told you I'd be here?" he said, looking to the sky.

"He did. Now I don't suppose you'll tell me what we're doing here of all places?" she asked giving the street a look of disgust.

"I've come to bring the twins to their only living relatives, their aunt and uncle who live here." He said pointing to number 4.

"You can't! I've watched them all day! They couldn't be less like us! And their son! Spoiled beyond belief! The Potter twins living here!" she had to hope Dumbledore was taking a break from his normal character and having her on.

"It's the best for them. I've written them a letter so they can explain things when the twins are old enough." He stated firmly, giving McGonagall a stern look.

"A letter?" she muttered in disbelief. "They'll be famous! Harry alone will be a legend! Every child will know their names! Can't there be anyone else?"

"Exactly! They will both be better off growing up away from all that. They have only each other left, we need to give them time to come into their own before they join our world." He explained.

"Yes, you are right. But how are they getting here, Professor?" she eyed him as if expecting the twins to be hidden on his person.

"I don't have them Minerva. Hagrid is bringing them."

"You think that wise?" she questioned nervously.

"You know I would trust him with my life," said Dumbledore.

Just as he said that they heard a low rumble, much like the sound of a motorcycle, coming from the sky behind them. They turned and watched a motorcycle fly down from the sky. It landed with a bit of a bump, and a man larger than the bike itself climbed off holding two small bundles to his chest.

"Hagrid! Where did you get that motorcycle?" asked Dumbledore, delighted to see the twins and their large barer.

"Borrowed it, Professor Dumbledore, sir, young Sirius was glad to help. I've got them here, sir." Hagrid carefully handed Harry to Dumbledore and Evangeline to McGonagall.

"There were no problems, I trust?" asked the aging wizard.

"No, sir. The house was nearly destroyed, but I got them out alright. He fell asleep over Bristol, but she only just fell asleep." The two wizards looked over the blankets to the baby boys head and a small gasp escaped McGonagall's lips.

"Is that where-?" she asked placing her hand to her mouth.

"Yes, he'll have the scar forever." He said replacing the blankets to their former cocoon.

Hagrid watched as the wizards placed the babies on the porch and Dumbledore placed a letter among the sheets wrapping Harry. The three strangers stood back and muttered well wishes and goodbyes as they disappeared into the darkness. The last to leave was Professor Dumbledore who replaced the lights before disappearing with another loud crack. The two bundles slept peacefully next to each other until the next morning when the scream of the woman who would raise them, and make their lives miserable for the next eleven years, woke them.