Now, Where Should We Begin? (Weasley Twins)

Chapter 1 - Where It All Started

      "Years ago this story began in a far off land that we call the Muggle World." A voice whispered as the story quickly continued.

Walking quickly into a damp room covered in a black robe, an older grey haired women peered around a corner in a haste trying to avoid the snarls of rampaging beasts following closely behind her. In a hurry she sprint across the barren ruins as quietly as she could possibly carry herself as she heard the enraged howl of her master in the distance. As the wind crashed against her face and the rain thundered, she clutched a small bundle in her hands, giving a brief glance down at the almost 2 year old baby she had just rescued.

The child's mother, not long ago, fought through the most shattering birth one could think of. Birthing a sweet baby girl into a world where she chose to not be was both beautiful and cruel. For one, the women created a fragile life, on the other hand, she didn't want the child and Voldemort was set on killing the life she had housed for 9 long months.

The reason being he knew one day she would rise to know her capabilities, and would grow to become a powerful young women who could with help, defeat him. Only causing more shadow to gloom over the future Voldemort claimed to see for himself.

The mother had given full custody to the father due to her daughter having magical abilities, which terrified the women immensely. The elderly women looked down at the baby who was bundled in a fluffy winter coat and a little hat, bouncing the baby tenderly .

The elderly women holding the baby only feared what would've happened to her granddaughter if she hadn't been warned by a friend down the street that Voldemort and his kill squad were on their way to her home.

Running from the commotion, the elder heard screams of agony behind her, soon after she heard the howl of a werewolf, as she imagined its teeth sinking into her dear friends necks.

After a long bit of running the mysterious women came across a river flowing quite peacefully despite the storm brewing above her and the bundle she held in her arms.

Dropping to her knees she raked her hands across the dirt ridden bank, scratching up her hand on the rocks resting beneath her. The baby began to wail in hopes for warmth as the women roughly shushed her, in hopes that the raging beasts not so far behind didn't hear.

After searching for what felt like ages she finally found the small black pearl that she deliberately placed a month ago when they first started to plan her and the child's escape. She grabbed it and snapped the small shiny ball into two, filling her hands with a greyish purple powder inside. Gasping in relief she spent no time before she through the dust on the ground as she cried out 'abandoned shack' while purple flames covered her and the baby.

With a slight tumble the women appeared in a beaten up shack that had a group of hooded figures huddled in a nearby corner. One of the black cloaked figure's with a pointy top sauntered up to her with his hands held out, where she then shakily set the baby into his hands. Loud cracks sounded outside as spells smacked across the front of the shed since the taunting group of death eaters slowly began to destroy the small shack the women and child had just arrived in. The other four figure's rushed to mutter a gentle sounding spell as a blue hue made its way around the shack, covering it entirely.

The cloaked figure with the pointy top quickly made his way to the far end of the shack where he then rest the baby in a basket. Making sure the child was settled the figure ripped off his hoods to reveal his shaggy dark brown hair. A small smile grazed his slightly freckled face while his hazel eyes shimmered at the sight of the baby in front of him. With his bushy eye brows risen slightly as his hand caressed his handsome scruff, the man smiled to the girl.