The Potter Twins and the Philosopher's stone (1) (ON HOLD)

The Potter Twins That Lived (Preface)

31 October 1981

James and Lily Potter, quietly in there cozy home in Godric's Hallow.

The babies Harry and Haylee were both giggling and smiling happily with their father James. Lily, who was busy preparing the baby's bath, looked at them with her bright eyes.

As she knew that it could all be taken away at any moment, she try's to make everything last for as long as possible. Any moment, her precious little angles could have a horrid future, the prophecy.

Quickly brushing such thoughts away, She noticed James smiled contently at the sight of there children. Hoping it was all fake.

James and Lily watched her children carefully, taking in every aspect of them. Hoping to remember them if any bad stuff happens. They both inherited  jet black hair, from their father, but they both had the same bright, that Lily had given them.

Many people thought Harry and Haylee were the same gender, considering how amazingly similar they looked. Still smiling to her picture perfect life, Lily walked to her husband's side, kneeled down by him and kissed him.

"They're perfect, aren't they?" She whispered. "They are, my love" James replied, leaning over to kiss his wife's cheek. "Come on now, it's time they went to sleep."
"Aw, but Lily, we're having so much fun," James whined, looking up at Lily with pleading eyes.

"There's always tomorrow, sweetheart." She replied. "And I'm sure that Harry and Haylee won't mind waiting until then," Lily continued, picking a yawning Haylee up from the ground. James followed her lead and took tired Harry in his arms. He followed Lily upstairs to the nursery, to see Haylee already there glittering gold and red cot.

The twins were always super close, from the moment they were old enough to interact with other. So close in fact, they sleep in the same cot. They slept better beside each other, so Lily and James made a wider cot for them.

James carefully placed Harry in the cot beside his sister and smiled at the sight of them yawning widely.

"Nighty night my darlings" Lily whispered, staring at the two sets of bright green eyes. "Goodnight, my little prince and princess." James then said, giving both of his children a kiss upon the forehead. "See you guy tomorrow."

Clack, creek...
With the wards up around their house, only a select few were allowed inside the house.
And of course, James knew exactly who it was. Who else could it have been?
"Has to be be Padfoot, but I can't be sure" He said, before bounding back down the stairs to possibly greet one of his best friend.  An amused Lily followed slowly and stopped at the foot of the stairs. 

At that moment, neither knew that James would never see there little ones ever again. James reached the door and peered out cautiously the window, only to see a dark, cloaked figure walking - almost gliding, towards the front door.