Disclaimer: J K Rowling. I am not she. I rest my case.

Once upon a time, in a small village, in a small house, there was a small family named the Potters. But the Potters weren't just any ordinary family. Oh no, you see, they were wizards, and powerful and famous wizards at that. And this power they withheld made them one of the most revered Wizarding Families of the century. After all, it wasn't everyday you found descendents of Godric Gryffindor out in the face of public.

And these facts also had made the Potters one of the top people on the hit list of Voldermort, Albus Dumbledore being one of the other few main targets. But he isn't the main focus of this story, that's another tale for another time.

So, because of the fact they were wanted, well, butchered by Voldermort's followers, they did what any sane wizarding family would do. No, they did not run around in endless panic, I said wizarding family, but enlisted the help of Albus Dumbledore to help them complete the Fidiulus Charm. Dumbledore himself offered to be their secret keeper, but James Potter, the matriarch of this family had insisted, that, no, Sirius Black, his best friend would be the one who would hold the key to their lives.

But Sirius Black had gone home after the Charm had been completed, and thought long and hard. He knew that the whole of the Wizarding World knew that he was James Potter's brother by everything but blood. So, logically he would be the one everyone would run after for the Potters' hideout. So why not choose someone whom no one would suspect?

Happy with his decision, he apparated back to the small gatekeeper's house the Potters' were occupying and laid down his theory. James and Lily stared, they protested, Lily cried, James yelled. But in the end, they both sat down and agreed that it was for the best, and they agreed that they would have a change in Secret Keepers.

They all scratched their heads, smacked their palms to their foreheads, made annoyed sounds, until a rat under Lily's chair had her screaming and climbing on said chair.

James and Sirius looked at the rat, then looked at each other, looked at the rat, looked at each other, and then, simultaneously, smiled. Ignoring Lily's promise of bloody murder if they didn't stop grinning like fools and help her, they shook hands in glee. They had just been reminded of the perfect Secret Keeper, someone no one would ever think of.

The next day, a nervous Peter Pettigrew arrived at the house, wondering why on Earth he had been called to the supposedly hidden house. After greeting Lily with a kiss on cheek, and a friendly pat on the back from James and Sirius, they all settled down on the makeshift living room.

After they all settled down comfortably, the plan was discussed with Peter, who was so delighted with this change; they decided to perform the spell at that very instant.

So, after all this had been done, it brings us to this present day, two weeks after Peter's guardianship over them had been activated. And, today, was The Junior Potters' first ever Halloween.

As per what had not been mentioned up till now, the Potters' pride and joy were their two beautiful children. A set of non-identical twins, born on 31st July 1980, they brought the sunshine into their parents' hearts.

Harry James Potter and Julia Crystal Potter, the boy with a dark messy coif, and the girl with her mother's fiery hair, each had a part of their parents with them. Harry was a quiet boy, dark green eyes blinking intelligently at anyone who talked to him, and maintained an air of seriousness at all times, whether he was studying plants or his mother's smiling green eyes. Never demanding, he was often overlooked by his parents, because the lack of sounds from him made it easy to think he was not there.

As well as the fact that Julia was always overpowering him with her wails. With large brown eyes, and a humongous mouth, a more demanding child could not be seen anywhere else, but she had both her parents' hearts, and stole all of their attention away from Harry. But that was alright, since no one else had decided to talk to him, Remus and Sirius had maintained a soft spot for this boy.

Back to present day, Lily Potter nee Evans, happily hummed as she was baking cookies for her children and husband. She hoped that Julia would like them; it was rare that she liked anything, being a very fussy child. She had no reason to worry about Harry; he accepted anything that was given to him.

She relaxed as a pair of arms sneaked around her waist and pulled her close. James Potter lovingly kissed his wife on the cheek. As they were both about to speak, an alarm went off over head.

Suspended with shock, neither moved until Julia's cry was heard. Both adult faces paled as they realized what was happening. But Peter? How could he? This was the thing they were trying to avoid when they chose him!

Urging Lily to run for the children, James ran to the front door with his wand out. The door was blasted open a minute later, and from behind the smoke, emerged a tall, thin cloaked figure. As the hood lowered, Lord Voldermort's smirking head appeared.

Squashing down a wave of fear, James Potter bravely stepped forward. Voldermort merely raised an eyebrow at him before making a broad sweeping gesture. James flew across the room, knocked his head against the furniture, and as a trickle of blood ran down his forehead, he lost consciousness.

Voldermort continued up the stairs, and was faced with the second obstacle. A determined Lily Potter stood at the stairs, eyes blazing as her heart hardened. This thing would not hesitate to kill her; she needed to stand her ground. Letting out a scream of rage, she leapt at Voldermort, only to be stunned half-leap.

Voldermort let out a snort of amusement. If this was what had become of the 'renowned' House of Gryffindor, it would be even easier than he thought, to take over the Wizarding World. Creaking up the stairs, he pushed open the nursery door, eyes immediately searching out the cot at the corner. An evil smile graced his face.

Stealthily making his way towards the cot, he paused a moment to survey the children. Harry was sitting up, solemnly gazing at him with a somber expression, as though he knew what was coming. Julia, on the other hand, was going into hysterics at the sight of the red-eyed man, and let out a high pitched wail before attaching herself to Harry's arm, seeking comfort.

Voldermort smirked. So much for the Prophecy child. Turning his wand on the boy first, he spoke the words to the Killing Curse, as though he did it everyday of his life. And the last thing he saw was a pair of bright, glowing green eyes, before he was engulfed in a ball of pure fire. And as the world's evilest Lord fell, so did the Potters' roof. One small board hit Julia on the shoulder, piercing her shoulder, and forming a scar the shape of a slim snake. Enraged, she screeched again.

Three hours later, the whole of the Order came rushing into the nursery, eyes frantically searching for the children. Lily Potter, alive, sobbed as she moved the debris. Peter had been found and sentenced to the Kiss, and he took the news as well as any madman would; they dragged him off as he stood laughing on the streets.

"The girl's been found! So has the boy!"

James and Lily both rushed to where the other Order members were standing, and both grabbed Harry, the nearest one first. Dumbledore, calculating the situation, had his eyes rove from the mark on Julia's shoulder to Harry's forehead. He made a spilt-second decision. Gently carrying Julia, he lifted her into the air.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, may I present to you, the Girl-who-lived!"

The whole assembly burst into applause.

Lily and James, overcome with happiness and pride, dropped Harry into the nearest pair of arms and rushed to hold their now-famous daughter. After all, they did play a part in her birth.

Remus Lupin looked down with sadness at the bundle dropped into his arms. Sirius Black also looked over his shoulder, smiling with pain.

"That's it then. We're all Harry has. What little attention James and Lily paid to Harry is now gone. Poor kid."

And both the godfathers tightened their hold on the special baby boy, and he gently closed his eyes, smiling slightly as he drifted off to sleep, lulling off at the sound of his uncles' voices.

There was much the world didn't know. And they would find out, thirteen years later that they had crowned the wrong person the title, and when they did, the Wizarding World would regret the pain and suffering they had made Harry James Potter go through.