Maelstrom Twins

Disclaimer: I do not own any characters except the ones I made up and some things that are in this plot. I don't own Harry Potter, its plot or its characters. I wish I did though… Me no ownie!

Pairing/s: LupinTonks, DumbledoreMinerva, RonHermione, Harry(Harrison)Ginny

Warning/s: AU, Child-neglect, child abuse (by Dursleys) extreme action, James and Lily are alive, Sirius not in Azkaban, slightly manipulative (but redeemable) Dumbledore, angst, violence, some blood and (some) humor. (Also some extreme prats who're to be totally hated throughout this entire fanfiction!)

Original A/N: Hey peoples! I'm writing yet another fic! Isn't this wonderful? I would update my Naruto fic but my computer had a saving error and totally deleted the entire second chapter, so I have to re-type that… Dangit… Anyways, this fic is a Harry had siblings who one of them was mistaken to be the Boy-Who-Lived, when it was really Harry, so enjoy. AND REVIEW!

NEW NOTE: Yes, I'm editing again. I had to fix the obviously HUGE plot holes that I've been seeing in these early chapters. Here's the new and improved prologue! WOO! =)

Prologue

?'s POV…

A Halloween night on Godric's hollow, all was silent, all was still.

A locked cottage home, current home to one Lily and James Potter and their three children, happened to be on that street.

A set of triplets, yet they all couldn't have been more different from each other, all born on July 31st.

One Harrison James Potter, or Harry as he was nicknamed, with his brilliant emerald eyes and messy black hair tufted on his tiny head, was the youngest of the three. Always a happy baby, who hardly ever cried, he often seemed like a very thoughtful baby as well. Instead of crying to be fed he'd open and close his mouth repeatedly. That was pretty impressive, for a one-year old.

Hayden Godric Potter, with his mother's red hair and his eyes a mirror of his father's hazel, was by far the loudest and most demanding of the three. Almost constantly he would cry for attention, the middle child was a right blighter of a one-year old when he wanted to be. He was also prone to screaming, very, very, very loudly.

Then there was the oldest, Harrietta Noelle Potter. She was an entire hour older than Harry, a half hour from Hayden. You'd expect her to be an almost baby stereotype, a happy baby, a bratty baby, but no she was by far strange, in both looks and personality. Her hair, a ghostly shade of white and her emerald flecked eyes clouded by grey. Not only was she deemed unfortunate enough to inherit her Father's bad vision, but also stuck with a case of half-blindness, a common birth defect found in people with albinism.

Always quiet, from the moment she was born, she hadn't made a single noise. Not a burble, a squeak, nor a gurgle, hey that rhymes. They were starting to assume that she was mute or something.

As to the matter of her name, well there's a funny story behind that, there had been a bit of a mix-up concerning her birth certificate, a magical birth certificate. Both James and Lily had engaged in a combat of the ages, deciding their daughter's names. It was actually quite funny, though she was the oldest she had gotten her name last.

Anyways, back the circumstances surrounding her name, Lily wanted to name her Harriet, while James wanted to name their daughter Henrietta. This went on for a few more than half an hour, and the nurse (recently hired might I add) wrote, 'Harrietta', combining the two names which could only be considered within her mind. But then one Sirius Black suggested the name Noelle, the parents loved it, too little too late though. Their daughter was already cursed with the name Harrietta, all thanks to that stupid noob nurse. So Noelle became her middle name instead, they didn't have as much time to change the name due to Moldy Voldy still walking 'round.

I felt a smile curl as I watched the cottage closely. I heard multiple cracks of apparation, I snickered, looks like the Dark Lord showed up to the party…

I watched with mounting anticipation as spells flew, Voldemort entered the house and James Potter dueled him fiercely. It would probably go down in history as what most pathetic excuses for wizards would call an 'epic battle'. With the sheer amount of spells flying about it was a wonder in itself that Auror Potter could find room in that house to dodge. I giggled a bit as I sensed a bludgeoning hex skimmed past Auror Potter's head, just barely.

Just the thought of the gory mess Auror Potter's head would've been, had he not dodged the spell, brought a gleeful cheer upon my face…

If there was anything that these lesser beings were good for, it was entertainment. They could fight and kill each other in the most entertaining of ways, and they constantly search for more methods to kill each other. And with them screwing like uncontrollable rabbits in heat, there would always be replacements for the dead contenders. Frankly, I think the Romans had the right idea with the Gladiators and the coliseums…

Helping them would be the 'right thing to do', but then again, this show is much more entertaining from this standpoint…

I heard the female's voice, spell after spell, until she was finally pinned down with a shattered leg and shoulder, barely a two feet from her three children's cribs; Auror Potter lay in a magically induced unconsciousness in the broken remains of the cottage stairs…

'Ah,' I thought to myself knowingly, 'I get it, Voldie wants to see the emotional wreck Auror Potter'll be when he sees his family dead… Clever…'

Then came the voice of Lilly Potter.

"Please, not my children, not them…"

I resisted the urge to laugh, pathetic woman. Did she really think that ol' Moldy Shorts would take such a request? Hah, the old tosser would sooner 'crucio' them, than spare them. It was truly a ditch-pathetic attempt really…

OOOOO

Roughly twenty minutes later I stared at a burning house with barely concealed glee.

Never knew that history was so much fun to watch…

I waved my hand, calling upon my magic as it came to me obediently. I stood as a shadow over the three children through an open window.

I looked down at them, my cattish pupils glinting like they always do, babies are so cute, so innocent…

It makes ruining their lives all the more entertaining.

I felt the incantation complete itself, and heard faint footsteps of two people approaching the half-collapsed room. I immediately left my perch and stood out in the street with my own notice-me-not charm safely concealing my presence.

I watched the children found and carried away.

By one Remus Lupin, and Sirius Black.

'Haven't heard those names in a while,' I thought to myself.

I called the leftover magic that seemed to surround the Potter safe house, and absorbed it greedily.

I smirked, these wizards won't know what hit them.

So with that I disapparated, with a resounding 'crack' ringing into the night…

OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

At Hogwarts…

It took a while, but eventually the Potters had made their way to Hogwarts School for Witchcraft and Wizardry after being checked over and released from St. Mungos. Dumbledore would make a determination.

I watched them, the Headmaster especially, for any sign that he knew of my presence.

No one knows I'm here.

I had long surpassed that old fool years ago anyhow, not one of these flyspeck witches and wizards within this room can beat me, not a one.

Things are almost too easy! I watched the Headmaster cast multiple spells on the three one year old infants. And the middle child had begun to glow gold.

I resisted the urge to cackle, again. (I should really get that fixed… Then again the last therapist was beheaded for insulting my greatness… Heh, heh…)

"Your son was the one whom vanquished Voldemort." The Headmaster stated, "he was the child of prophecy."

I let a slow smile crease my features, as I cast my charms all around the room, which was already thick with the magical residue from the Headmaster's previously cast spells.

Working on a subconscious level is often difficult and most attempts to do magic on that level often results in the targets' and the user's mental deterioration. Lucky me I can do this just fine…

I ignored the rest of the conversation as I had already heard the phrase I had wanted to hear.

"Hayden Godric Potter is the Boy-Who-Lived."

Words, words that sealed this world's fate.

'Heralding a new age,' I thought, 'You herald a new age, little ones,' I took another look at their toddler faces as Lily Potter held them.

I transformed into one of my, ahem, acquired animal forms, and slipped behind to furniture. I found a mousehole in which to slip through.

I took one last look at the people in the room, and felt the animal version of a sneer cross my furry snout.

I nodded my head in mock respect.

'Thank you Headmaster, wizards of the so-called light, you bunch of hypocrites, I could've never done this without you.'

So I turned and darted into the inky blackness of Hogwarts' walls.

When I reached the outside I saw the heralding dawn.

'A new dawn, a new age, a new leader,' I darted forward, switching forms instantly into my shadow coyote form. To herald the coming age of chaos and darkness that I will spread.

'An Age of Darkness and Chaos.' I thought once again with a joyful smile, 'I've got some work to do.' Then I felt my familiar cruel smile adorn my features, I shifted back into my human form, and disapparated.

Towards my destiny, of heralding this worlds' destruction.

OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

?'s POV…

I stood and watched the other figure dissapparate, judging by his expression, I am too late to stop him.

Regret weighs heavily upon me, not just for my recent failing, but all of them.

I pushed down the welling grief as I realized that I would not be able to prevent many atrocities from taking place as I had hoped.

What's the damn point of a second chance when you fail anyways?

Why?

I have to fix the damage he has caused, but I will need patience…

As I watched the occupants of the Headmaster's Office speak, through a window of course, I couldn't help but feel a sort of deep melancholy in my chest.

So many deaths, so much screaming, the pain and suffering I've inflicted on people.

What's worse I enjoyed it.

I shook my head in effort to focus on the matter at hand, I must concentrate! I must concentrate on the matter at hand…

There will be time for melancholy later, I immediately ran off Hogwarts grounds and disapparated.

I landed in a muggle town or city, somewhere in an alley.

It was raining, and thunder roared overhead.

I saw him!

I broke into a full on sprint, my black cloak blowing in the harsh wind.

He ran, then disapparated again.

I turned-!

Suddenly I was on the ground, reeling in searing hot pain as my blood pooled beneath me.

"Someone call 911!" I could hear fuzzy voices in the background.

"What happened to him?"

"I saw! He was struck by lightn-"

Then I lost consciousness, and I knew no more…

A/N: Hello! Yes! Finally! I re-wrote that piece of crap I called a prologue! Thank you for all of your patience! Don't worry I'm half done with the latest chapter! It'll be out before you know it! Sorry I took so long! My Mom's getting the floors redone and she disconnected the internet from the house or something like that, so I have to use another computer that isn't at my house instead! Which is more difficult since I rarely leave the house! Okay, enough of my endless rambles, please REVIEW! Tell me what you think and here is a poll/vote thingie…

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