A New Beginning

△⃒⃘_ Chapter 1_△⃒⃘

"Are you sure you're going to come with me, Mione?"

"Of course, you will need someone to rein in your Savior tendencies, after all..."

"Even though, you will be at an unfamiliar environment with new parents? The people whom we will meet are not the same ones?"

Hermione bit her lips and answer, "No, I've made decision. A world without them is one without any meaning. At least, I will still have you and we can depend on each other, my brother."

"Have you two thought about it?"

Harry and Hermione looked at each other's eyes, and then said determinedly, "We will accept your offer." looking at the mysterious hooded entity- the manifestation of Death.

"Then, I will send your souls to the past, a time when it's most suitable to change all this. You two will be reborn." the entity said, "In exchange, you will relinquish the Hallows back to me. It was never meant to be mastered by any mortals, after all"

"Can I make a request?" Hermione asked and added, "Can you make us twins?"

"Oh, Mione... You know you'll always be my sister-blood related or not"

"I know, Harry. But, I wanted to make it official."

"Alright. I will send your souls to be reborn..."

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"I hope it will be interesting with two of you around in time...

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Peverell Manor, Williamsburg, Virginia - July 31st , 1926

"Congratulations, Lady Peverell it's a healthy boy and girl!" Healer Delacroix announced to her patient.

Estella Peverell nee Noir hardly heard her nor did she care about the fact that they were currently healing her after the emergency caesarean section she had undergone to deliver the babies.

No, her attention was caught by the loud cries coming from the twins as the healer took them to check them over and clean them up a bit.

It wasn't long before she was handed two of the most precious little beings in the world. Carefully she cradled her son in her right arm with the little girl in the other as she held them both close to him.

She gazed with awe and wonderment at the babies she had carried within her for nine months. It was weird to know these two were the ones that kicked her at night which made for fitful sleep.

She hadn't given much thought on how it would feel to hold them both when they were born. But the feeling of intense love and protectiveness of motherhood made her feel almost light headed.

"You're mine," she whispered to them. "I promise I'm going to take good care of both of you and love you because you are our beloved children." Her son blinked at him sleepily but the little girl was wide awake looking up at her with newborn blue eyes.

Estella looked to her daughter and remembered that before the healers had wrapped her in warm blanket, that she had the light-brown hair color from her maternal family side- the Rosiers.

Looking at her son, afterward, she knew that beneath the warm blankets that the healers wrapped his tiny body that he had soft black hair.

Estella wondered who her son would take  more after given that he is directly related to four prominent families; Picquery, Peverells, Rosiers,and Noirs which are  the maternal  and paternal family of her husband and her.  And, of those families, her own paternal family, Noir has a distant relation with the Black,  one of the scared twenty in the British soil.