Yay! A new Harry Potter fanfic!

Only, I never got around to finishing the first one. It only has two chapters, but my defense is that all my favorite characters were dead...thanks to our beloved J K Rowling...

I don't own Harry Potter. That honor goes to JKR!

Well, here goes!

October 31, 1981.

James Potter held his wife tightly. A cool breeze made it's way in through the banging open and shut windows. James turned to Lily, wiping the tear from her face.

"Go," he whispered, pointing to the door of the nursery. "Hide there until it's safe to come out."

"But James-"

"Lily, take Harry and go! It's him! Go! Run! I'll hold him off …"

Lily Potter wanted to protest, but she knew it would be useless. She picked up her son, who was sleeping in her lap, and walked towards the room. She looked back at her husband, wiping tears.

This may be the last time I see him, She thought, frowning. She turned back to the door, turning the handle and entering. When inside, she put her son in his crib, and turned back for the door. The moment she closed the door, a loud bang roared through the house.

Voldemort was there.

Lily pressed her ear to the door, letting the tears flow as she heard the two men yell.

"Where is he?"

The cold voice echoed through the halls, chilling Lily.

"Who are you referring to?" James kept his cool, even though he knew it would probably cost him his life.

"You know who," the same cold voice growled. "Your son. Tell me where he is, and I just might spare you."

"Harry? Lily took him out on a walk. Neither are here." While the lie was clear, James refused to let himself be afraid. His voice was clear and certain, even if what had said wasn't.

"You've played me for a fool too long. I know he is here in the house. Since you won't cooperate, I will just have to be rid of you."

Lily shut her eyes tightly. She cried harder as she heard the words, barely a whisper.

Avada Kedavra.

Hearing the sound of stomping, Lily ran to her son.

"Harry," she whispered, kissing his forehead. The door burst open, allowing Voldemort to enter. Lily turned around, tears flooding her eyes. He laughed loudly.

"The boy," he whispered, drawing out his wand. Lily stood in front of Harry defensively.

"Not Harry, not Harry, please not Harry!"

"Stand aside you silly girl … stand aside now." Unlike her husband, Lily was afraid beyond belief, and she let Voldemort know it.

"Not Harry, please no, take me, kill me instead…" Lily pulled her hands out in a begging formation. Voldemort laughed once more.

"Not Harry! Please … have mercy … have mercy… " Lily mumbled as the wand pointed at her began to glow. She shut her eyes once more, as she waited for the words to be spoken, and her death to come.

Avada Kedavra.

In the crib an infant, named by his parents as Harry, stood, with the bars to his crib being used as support. He looked down at his mother, who was lying down. Was she taking a nap? A man pushed her aside as he walked closer to Harry. Harry looked up at him in confusion. Who was this man, pointing a stick at him? Hearing the man mutter something, he saw a glow come from the stick and shoot at him. Immediately, he felt a searing hot pain on his forehead, then watched as the green glow return to the man.

Voldemort was gone.

He had tried to kill Harry. Had he succeeded, the entire Potter family would cease to exist.

Or so those who knew the Potters thought.

In the room on the floor below, a little girl slept soundly, unaware of the situation that had occurred.

Nellie Potter was that girl.

Her existence was known to no one but her mother and father. When born as a twin to Harry, she was extremely sick. As a result, her parents told no one about her, and no one knew about her.

As dawn brought light to the household, A large man walked inside, his name, Hagrid. Walking into Harry's nursery, he scooped up the child and carried him out. A second man, much smaller than the first, looked at Hagrid with pleading eyes.

"Hagrid, I am his godfather. Let me take him with me. Please," he begged, looking at the sleeping infant.

Hagrid frowned. "No, Sirius. I cannot let that happen. I am strictly on Dumbledore's orders to take him to his aunt and uncle."

"But, those vermin? They are horrible! Besides, they're muggles. How can they properly take care of him?"

"I don't know, but I do know that I should listen to Dumbledore."

Sirius sighed, defeated. "Fine," he mumbled. "Then take my motorbike. I have no use for it any more."

Hagrid complied with Sirius' wish, leaving the house and riding on the bike. Sirius walked down to the main hall, sitting on his knees before his friend.

"I'd never thought I would see you like this, James," he whispered, looking at the lifeless body of the man who once was his best friend. The one who had been there through his ups and downs. A tear formed in his eyes.

"I don't know the last time I cried, James." At that moment the entrance door creaked open. Sirius jumped up, looking at the man who had just walked in.

"Snivellus?" The man who this was addressed to glared at Sirius.

"Do not call me that," the man pulled out a wand and pointed it towards Sirius' neck, "again."

Sirius took a step back. "Fine then, Snape. What are you doing here?" Snape walked past him.

"Same as you," he called back. "Seeing a friend."

Snape walked into the nursery, and felt his heart break as he saw Lily Potter dead on the floor. He fell to his knees, bursting into tears as he hugged the lifeless body. He sat like that for what seemed like hours.

"This is all my fault," he muttered, stroking Lily's cheek. "I'm sorry, Lily."

Slowly putting her down, he walked down the steps of the house. He looked around, and, seeing that Sirius was gone, he decided to look around the other rooms. He walked past the kitchen, and, seeing a door nearby, he took it. Opening the door he saw something he did not expect to see.

Something living.

A little girl lay on a small mattress, surrounded by bottles and prescriptions. But one thing was different.

Close to the girl's hand was a photo, as if she had been holding it before falling asleep. Snape took the photo, and looked at the two infants displayed.

One girl, one boy.

Turning over the card, he saw a caption written down.

Harry and Nellie.

So? How was it?

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If you liked it, great! There's more to come!

If you didn't, well, this chapter will be different from the rest. This one is kinda like a preview, so the basis is understood.

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