The twins that lived

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A man appeared on the corner a cat had been watching, appeared so suddenly and you'd have thought he'd just popped out of ground. The cat's tail twitched and it's eyes narrowed. Nothing like this man had ever been seen on Privet Drive. He was tall, and thin, and very old, judging by the silver of his hair and beard, which were both long enough to be tuck into his belt.

He was wearing long robes, a purple cloak that swept the ground, and buckled boots. His blue eyes were light, bright, and sparkling behind half-moon spectacles and his nose was very long long and crooked, as thought it had been broken at least twice. This man's name as Albus Dumbledore.

Albus Dumbledore didn't seem to realize that he had just arrived in a street where everything from his name to his boots was unwelcome. He was busy rummaging in his cloak, looking for something, But he did seem to realize he was being watched, because he looking up suddenly at the cat, which was still staring at him from the other end of the street. For some reason, the sight of the cat seemed to amused him.

He chuckled and muttered, ''I should have known." He found what he was looking for in inside pocket. It seemed to be silver cigarette lighter. He flicked it open, held it up in the air, and clickled it. The nearest street lamp went out with a little pop. He clicked it again the next lamp flickered into darkness. Twelve times he clicked the put-outer, until the only lights left on the whole street were two pinpricks in the distance, whitch were the eyes of the cat watching him.

If anyone looked out of their window now, even beat-eyed Mrs. Dursley, they wouldn't be able to see anything that was happening down the pavement. Dumbledore slipped the put-outer back inside his cloak and set off down the street toward number four, where he sat down on the wall next to the cat. He didn't look, but after a moment he spoke to it.

"Fancy seeing you here, Professor McGonagall." He turned to smile at the tabby, but it was gone. Instead he was smiling at a rather severe-looking woman who was wearing square glasses exactly the shape of the markings the cat had around it's eyes. She, too, was wearing a cloak, an emearld one. Her black hair was drawn into a tight bun. She looked distinctly ruffled. "How did you know it was me?" She asked.

"My dear Professor, I've never seen a cat sit so stiffly." You'd be stiff if you'd been sitting on a brick wall all day," Said Professor McGonagall. "All day? When you could have been celebrating? I must have passed a dozen feast and parties on my way here." Professor McGonagall sniffed angrily.

"Oh yes, everyone's selebrating all right," She said impatiently. "You'd think they'd be a bit more cearful, but no even the muggles have noticed something's going on. It was on their news." She jerked her head back at the Dursley's dark living-room window. "I heard it. Flocks of owls... shooting starts.... well, they're not completely stuped. They were bound to notice something. Shooting down stars in Kent I'll bet that was Dedalus Diggle. He never had much sense.".

"You cat't blame them," Said Dumbledore gently. "We've had precious little to celebrate for eleven years."

"I know that," Said Professor McGonagall irrtably. "But that's no reason to loss our heads. People are being downright careless, out on streets in broad daight, not even dressed in muggle clothes, swapping rumors."

She threw a sharp, sideways glance at Dumbledore here, as thought hoping he was going to tell her something, but he didn't, so she went on. "A fine thing It would be if, on the very day you-know-who seems to have disappeared at lest, the muggles found out about us all. I suppose he really has gone, Dumbledore?"

"It certainly seems so," Said Dumbledore. "We have much to be thankful for. Would you care for a lemon drop?"

"A what?"
"A lemon drop. They're a kind of muggle sweet I'm rather fond of."
"No thank you." Said Professor McGonagall coldly, as thought she didn't think this was the time for lemon drops. "As I say, even if you-know-who has gone..."
"My dear Professor, surly a sensible person like yourself can call him by his name? All this 'you-know-who' nonsense for eleven years. I have been trying to persuade people to call him by his proper name Voldemort."

Professor McGonagall flinched, but Dumbledore, who was unsticking two lemon drops, seemed not to notice. "It all gets so confusing if we keep saying 'you-know-who.' I have never seen any reason to be frightened of saying Voldemort's name."

"I know you haven't," said Professor McGonagall, sounding half exasperated, half admiring. "But you're different. Everyone knows you're the only one 'you-know- oh, all right, Voldemort, was frightened of."

"You flatter me," Said Dumbledore calmly. "Voldemort had powers I will never have."
Only because you're too... well.. noble to use them." "It's lucky it's dark. I haven't blushed so much since Madam Pomfrey told me she liked my new earmuffs."
Professor McGonagall shot a sharp look at Dumbledore and said, "The owls are nothing next to the rumors that are flying around. You know what everyone's saying? About why he's disappeared? About what finally stopped him?" It seemed that Professor McGonagall had reached the point she was most anxious to discuss, the real reason she had been waiting on a cold, hard wall all day.

For neither as a cat nor a woman had she fixted Dumbledore with such a piercing stare as she did now. It was plain that whatever "everyone" was saying, she was not going to believe it until Dumbledore told her it was true. Dumbledore however, was choosing another lemon drop and did not answer. "What they're saying," She pressed on, "that last night Volunteer turned up in Godric's Hollow. He went to find the Potter's. The rumors is that Lily and James Potter are-are-that they're daed."

Dumbledore reached out and patted her on the shoulder. I know . . . I know . . ." He said heavily. Professor McGonagall's voice termbled as she went on. "What's not all they're saying he tried to kill the Potter's son and daughter, Harry and Rose. But he couldn't kill the twins.

No one knows why, but they're saying when he couldn't kill Harry and Rose Potter. Voldemort's power somehow broke and that's why he's gone." Dumbledore nodded glumly. "It's - it's true?" Faltered Professor McGonagall. "After all he's done . . . all the people he's killed . . . he couldn't kill a little boy and gilrl? It's just astounding . . . of all the things to stop him . . . but how on earth did Harry and Rose survive?"

"We can only guess," Said Dumbledore. We may never know." Dumbledore took out a golden watch from his pocket and examining it, It was very old watch. It had twelve hands but no numbers; instead, little planets were moving around the edge. It must have made sense to Dumbledore, though, because he put it back in his pocket and said, "Hagrid's late. I suppose it was he who told you I'd be here, by the way?"

"Yes," Said Professor McGonagall, jumping to her feet and pointing at number four. "Dumbledore you can't. I've been watching them all day. You couldn't find two people who are less like us. Harry Harry Potter coming to live here?" "It's the best place for him," Said Dumbledore firmly. "What about Rose? Where are you putting her?"

"She will be living with her godfather Remus Lupin. I think till they go to Hogwarts they shouldn't separated from one another."

"Every child in our world will know their names!" "Exactly," Said Dumbledore, looking very seriously over the top of his half-moon glasses.

"It would be enough it to turn any boy's or girl's head. Famous before her and him can walk or talk! Famous for something they won't even remember! Can't you see how much better off they'll be, growing up away from all that until he ready to take it? I will tell Remus to keep Rose from the wizarding world as well."

"Yes, yes you are right, of course. But how is the boy and girl getting here, Dumbledore?" She eyed his cloak suddenly as thought he might be hiding Harry and Rose underneath it. "Hagrid's bringing them." ''You think it wise to trust Hagrid with something like this?" Said Professor McGonagall worried.

"I trust Hagrid with my life," Said Dumbeldore. "I'm not saying his heart isn't in the right place," Said Professor McGonagall grudgingly, "What is that?" A low rumbling sound had broken the silence around them. It grew steadily louder as they looked up and down the street for some sign of a headlight; it swelled to a roar as they both looked up at the sky and a huge motorcycle fell out of the air and landed on the road in front of them. If the motorcycle was huge, it was nothing to the man sitting astride it.

He was almost twice as tall as a normal man and at least five times as wide. He looked simblely too big to be allowed, and so wild long tangles of bushy black hair and dritely beard hide most of his face, he had hands the size of trash can lids, and his feet in their leather boots were like baby dolphins.

In his vast, muscular arms he was holding a bundle of blankets. "Hagrid," Said Dumbeldore, sounding relieved. "At last. No problems, were there?"
"No sir, the house was almost destroyed, but I got them out all right before the muggles started swarmin' around. They fell asleep as we was flying over Bristol." Said Hagrid.

Dumbeldore and Professor McGonagall bent forward over the bundles of blankets. Inside, just visible, a baby boy and girl, fast asleep. Under a tuft of jet-black hair over his forehead they could see a curiously shaped cut, like a bolt of lightning.

"Is that where?" Whispered Professor McGonagall. "Yes," Said Dumbeldore. "He'll have that scar forever."
"Couldn't you do something about it, Dumbledore?"
"Even if I could I wouldn't. Scares can come in handy. I have one myself above my left knee." "Well give him here, Hagrid. We'd better get this over with."

Dumbeldore took Harry in his arms and turned towards the Durlsey's house. Hagrid started to teared up. "There - there Hagrid, after all it's not really goodbye." Said Dumbledore and he gently put Harry by the front door with a letter on top. Dumbledore took Rose and with Professor McGonagall, and Hagrid left.

Dumbledore disappeared. He was now in front of a old looking cottage. Dumbledore knocked on the door. A man with light brown hair and hazle eyes opened the door. He didn't look so good. "Remus can I come in? I know you are grieving James and Lily's death, but I need you to look after Little Rose here."
Dumbledore nodded towards Rose in his arms.

Remus looked scared. He never looked after Rose or Harry for long. He then nodded to Dumbledore. James and Lily would want him to look after Rose. With that Dumbledore told Remus the things he needed to know and bid him a goodbye. Remus then looked down at little Rose, who was still sleeping and gave a small smile. He would do his best and he won't let anything happen to Rose. He took her to the room he had set up for her and Harry and put her inside and went to try and rest. He would get her looked over by a healer in the morning.

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Enjoy guys! I'll try to update soon. I changed it so even though they are baby's, that Harry protected his sister from Voldemort. This made it so Rose didn't get part of Voldemort's soul or a scars.