A perfectly normal family, thank you very much. Nothing out of the ordinary here, thanks. Two sentences to describe the Dursley family perfectly. At least until one night.
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A man in a pointed hat, and a purple robe, standing under one street light, well after everyone was asleep. He had half moon glasses, and a long white beard, to match his long white hair. Here on Private Drive, that's what you'd call "out of the ordinary". However, where this strange man came from, this style was very common.
He took what seemed to be a cigarette lighter out of his pocket, and turned out all the street lamps with a click of his little trinket. He looked through his half moon glasses at a cat, sitting oddly stiff.
"Fancy seeing you here... Professor McGonagall," the old man spoke.
Out of no where, the little cat started walking, but she grew, and grew, until she formed into a human. She wore nearly the same thing as the strange man, only she wore emerald robes, not purple, and her glasses were rectangular. The last difference was she was very, very eager, while the man was very, very still.
"The owls, the rumors, is it all true, Albus?" she asked, with such interest in her voice.
"I am afraid so, Professor. Both the good, and the bad."
Out of no where, there was a little light in the distance. Some may have mistaken this for a star, slowly falling to Earth. Most would laugh or pass out when they found out: it was a motorcycle. All would freak when they found that the one riding it was a giant, around the size of two men. He came off the motorcycle and walked up to the two other figures on Private Drive.
"I expect everything went well, Hagrid?" the older man asked.
"Yup. Er lil tikes fell asleep, half way t'rough the ride," the giant answered. He gave none other than two little infants to the figures. They all walked to one of the doorsteps.
"You think it wise, to leave them, with these people?" the older woman asked the older man. "These people are the worst muggles imaginable! They really are-"
"The only family, they have left," the older man cut off the Professor before she could finish.
They both laid the little babies down on the doorstep. A girl, and a boy, both with peculiar scars on their foreheads.
The older man left a letter on the boy's blanket, stood back, and uttered the words,
"Good luck, Harry and Emilia Potter."
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The Potter Twins and the Philosopher's Stone
Fanfiction"No matter where we go, at least we'll be together." "Right. Together." "Always?" "Until the very end." ******* Harry Potter. The boy who lived. Defeated he-who-must-not-be-named. What if there was one more? Emilia Potter. The GIRL who lived. Defea...
