The Four Potter's- Drarry & Twin AU

The Birth- the Death

The time was midnight on the spot. It had just turned from 11:59:59 when a child was birthed, brought into the light. This child had dark, dark hair- almost stark black- while his eyes couldn’t be more opposite. His eyes shimmered the colour of nature, of new life and new beginnings. James and Lily let out relieved and happy sighs as the doctor nodded to them. A push and shout of pain later, their second son was born.  This boy looked exactly like Lily: his hair vibrant red- just below the likeness of a strawberry- but his eyes was a dimmer green, exactly the colour from a swamp.
“What are you naming your two boys?” The nurse asked, handing Lily the child with black hair and James the one with orange.
“Fleamont Sirius Potter,” Answered James, lovingly stroking his son’s cheek.
  “Harry James Potter,” Lily said, giving the child her finger he giggly grabbed on to.

Remus, Sirius and Peter barged into the room, completely ignoring the shouts from the doctors and nurses that ‘they weren’t allowed visitors’. Sirius rolled his eyes, scoffing at the statement and pushed through the door, followed by Peter and then Remus apologising to the staff for their rudeness- even though he pushed through the doors too. “So which child did you name Sirius then eh?” He asked, plopping down on the armchair’s arm.
“Please, please tell me you haven’t doomed the child to ridicule by naming them after a star?” Pleaded and begged Remus.
Looking offended, Sirius placed a hand to his heart, in taking a sharp breathe, “What? I’ll have you know the greatest person alive is named after a star!”
“A tad bit self-centred there Padfoot?” laughed Peter, “Seriously- hey no! Stop that- you haven’t… Have you?” Nervously asked Peter, staring at the new parents.
“For your information Wormtail, I was referring to our fur ball and absolute bundle of fun Moony here!” Sirius said, sarcasm at certain areas and crossing his arms, cheeks turning pink.
“Enough flirting: what are the boys’ names?” Peter exclaimed, jumping from the seat and bounding over to the small babies.
Lily glared at her husband, responding before he got the chance to, “He has named a child Sirius.” She simply stated: although gaining two groans and a fist flung in the air with excitement.

“Prongs, you are joking… right?” worriedly questioned Remus, leaning forward off the wall.
He rolled his eyes, “Fleamont Sirius Potter,” He gestured to the child, “And Lily named this one Harry James Potter.” He smiled widely at both names.

The mistake they made was which child was born first. On official documents, it states that Fleamont Sirius Potter was born at 12:00 July 31st and Harry James Potter was birthed at 12:03 July 31st… whereas, in reality, Harry was the first born child on July 31st 1980.

It was two weeks later Lily was discharged from the hospital. Immediately after they arrived at Godrics Hallow, the five were busy with the babies. James showed Fleamont (Montee, Sirius nicknamed and James happily agreed) the twins room for when they are old enough. At the moment it was full of toys and teddies from their friends. Lily seated Harry in a chair while cooking which Harry stared at as smoke rose from the pan. Peter laid the table, Sirius annoyed Lily while she was cooking and Remus tried his best to rein in Sirius before Lily hit him with a frying pan or a spatula.

The two were very different already at such a young age. While Montee crawled and walked after six months, Harry crawled but his speech coming on impeccably well. Remus spent most of his time with Harry while Sirius with Fleamont- but Sirius did love them both equally. More time had passed so now the kids were almost a year old plus Fleamont and Harry were inseparable. Everything one did, the other would copy. They had toys they slept with that were Deer’s and Doe’s, playing with the same toys and even learning things off each other. The two, although inseparable, were still different. Fleamont leant more towards James and was very active and bubbly. Harry leant towards Lily and Remus, being content and rather listens to pleasant silence or a calming conversation than wake up at four am and has enough energy to not stop moving until late into the night.