Title: The Boys Who Lived

Author: Shara Lunison

Beta: Batsutousai

Rating for this Chapter: K+

Pairings: Harry/Henry (OMC)

Warnings: SLASH, Eventual twincest!

Summary: The Potter twins are attacked by Voldemort and somehow defeat him. Now the Dark Lord has returned and they have to choose between light and dark. SLASH, Twincest, rated M for later chapters.

Disclaim Her: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.

NEW A/N (11/19/09): For new readers—this story will cover several years before Voldemort actually returns. I have changed the summary to match what is happening in the current chapters that I am writing. Also, I will tell you now that this is a rough draft—I am writing as I get ideas and I will hopefully go back to edit this when it is completely finished. I am also a PLOT DRIVEN writer, which means my characterization is often very weak. Please forgive me, as this is something I do better with fixing during revision. Thanks! ~Shara

Chapter One: The Boys Who Lived

"Step aside you silly girl!" Lord Voldemort brandished his wand at the Potter matriarch as he moved further into the nursery.

"No! Not my sons! Take me!" Lily stood protectively in front of the crib where Harry and Henry were laying.

"So be it," Voldemort muttered. "Avada Kedavra!" A flash of green light lit the room, ending the whimpering and screaming of the mudblood now lying dead on the floor.

The dark lord moved next to the crib, sneering at the two boys lying side-by-side inside. They peered up at him with identical green eyes, not a single trace of fear on either face. Voldemort frowned at them. Fear was how he ruled his followers. Fear allowed him to grip the world in an iron fist. These children truly must die, before they could grow into their powers and become a threat to him.

He raised his wand, summoning all of his strength. The tip glowed green for a moment and he shouted, "Avada Kedavra!" The boys looked startled for a single moment, and then the curse was rebounded from their faces, striking back at the dark lord and reducing him to mist within seconds. The force of the explosion rocked the house and what was left of the structure collapsed in on itself, miraculously missing the crib in the nursery.

When Sirius Black arrived moments later, he screamed in pain and rage at the broken building, charging his way inside to see if his friends, his family, were still alive. He encountered James' body just inside the front door, no wand in sight. Fearing the worst, he crashed his way up the stairs, ripping up his right leg twice when the steps fell out from beneath him. Finally he reached the nursery and Lily's body lying prone on the floor. But a crying was coming from the crib and he hurried over, hoping against hope that his godsons were still alive.

There in the bottom of the crib were those two perfect faces. Lily's eyes and James' messy black hair. On opposite cheeks two raw and red lightning bolt shaped scars stood out on the pale skin. Sirius sobbed, wondering what had happened to them as he scooped them up and carried them out of the rubble of the house. Outside he found the Hogwarts gamekeeper, Hagrid, waiting for him and looking at the house in shock and horror.

"Sirius? Wha' happened?" Hagrid cried, reaching out and plucking one of the twins from his arms.

Sirius handed him the other twin, Henry he thought, and moved out into the street with murder on his mind. "Take my bike and take them to Dumbledore. The Potters are dead. They'll need someone to take care of them now their parents are gone."

"Lily and James? Dead?" Hagrid was distracted as he looked at the orphaned babies in his arms, great wet tears plopping down onto Harry as they dripped from his beard. A pop sounded in the street ahead and he realized that Sirius had disapparated. "But what about Sirius?" he asked the twins, "He's your godfather, it ought ter be him what takes care of you from now on."

Sighing, Hagrid gently placed the boys in the side car of Sirius' motorbike and climbed aboard the broad machine. He had just turned the engine and was preparing to fly back to Hogwarts when an owl fluttered down from the sky with a note clutched fiercely in her beak.

"What's this now?" the half giant muttered to himself. He opened the note and read:


It is of the utmost importance that you bring the twins to Number Four, Privet Drive in Surrey. I fear a great calamity has occurred this night. I will meet you there in a few hours time. Even with Sirius' bike, it will take quite some time to get there.

I bid you well!

Albus Dumbledore

Headmaster, Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Wiping the tears from his beard, Hagrid stuffed the note into one of the many pockets in his moleskin coat and pointed the bike south. No one noticed when the bike took to the air to disappear into the heavy clouds blanketing the sky that Halloween night.

Minerva McGonagall twitched her tail impatiently as she adjusted her position on the cold and hard brick wall that had been her perch all evening. Albus had told her to meet him there, something to do with the fate of the Potter boys and "their only living relatives". If the Dursleys were the twins' only living relatives, then she was determined that she would make a bid for the boys herself! After a full evening of watching them, she had come to the conclusion that they were the worst sort of people to be raising children. Just the way they treated their own one-year-old son was sickening! The idea of Harry and Henry Potter being spoiled to the point of rottenness was a horrible thought. She didn't think she could look Lily in the eye on the other side if she let it happen.

A flicker of light down the way caught her eyes and she peered sideways around the hydrangea bush to see a second flicker wing its way out of a lamppost and disappear somewhere near the ground further up the road. All of the lights on the road followed this strange behavior until Privet Drive was cloaked in darkness so deep only her feline senses could pierce it. The source of this strangeness approached, his long white hair and beard tucked neatly into the belt holding his sky blue robes snug around his waist.

The elderly man spotted her almost immediately, drat him! "Ah, Minerva. Would you care for a lemon drop?" He held out a candy that smelled strongly of lemon and sugar. It was no wonder the man was so loopy.

Mentally flexing her muscles, she transformed herself back into the pinch-faced severe woman the Headmaster had been expecting to meet. "Albus," she greeted him stiffly, "How did you know it was me?"

"My dear Minerva, an ordinary cat would never have sat quite so stiffly on that wall. I imagine you have been here for quite some time. I apologize for my tardiness; there were some matters to clean up at the Ministry." Albus busied himself with trying to unstick two lemon drops as he spoke. When they finally broke apart with a soft crunching noise, he offered one to her again.

Turning up her nose, Minerva focused on the dark windows of Number Four. "Albus, what on earth have you brought me here for? You can't seriously be considering leaving the Potter twins here, of all places?"

"Not considering, my dear, it is already done. Hagrid is bringing them here now." He sucked contemplatively on his sweet. "What they need now is protection only magic can bring them. It was James and Lily's wish that the twins be left with Sirius or Peter first, and Petunia's family only as a last resort. Unfortunately, Sirius is now in Azkaban, Peter is dead, and much as it pains me the Ministry will not allow Remus to have custody of the children."

"Sirius in Azkaban? Peter dead?" Minerva gasped, outraged. "What on earth happened?"

"He went into a rampage, killed Peter and fifteen muggles in the middle of the street just over an hour ago. By the time I got there, he had already been detained and sent to the prison without a trial. There were so many witnesses, I had no chance of getting him a fair hearing." Albus was frowning sorrowfully.

In the distance, a low roaring sound could be heard.

"Ah! Here comes Hagrid now!" The old man sounded suddenly jovial as the twins were brought to the last place they were wanted.

Minerva frowned up at the bike worriedly. It was not what she or Lily would have wanted, but at least it was a place where the boys would be well cared for. As Hagrid landed, all she could do was watch helplessly as the boys were placed snuggled against one another in a large basket on the doorstep, a thick parchment letter placed between their tiny hands.

"Albus, are you sure?" she tried one last time.

He sighed heavily, suddenly looking his years. "No, my dear, I am not. But there is little else I can do. It was Lily's wish, after all."

The three wizards took one last glance at the basket, Albus returned light to the street, and they tearfully returned back to the world they had come from, leaving Harry and Henry to face the shocked face of Petunia Dursley in the morning.