The Boy and Girl Who Lived

Chapter one


Alrighty then, I am going to try again. Like I said befrore, I am going back and redoing the beginning stories. Sorry to all of those who liked them, but I was going over them and I was like, what the hell was I thinking? Now, I have gone back and have added tons more detail and what not, so hopefully I will get even more likes and reviews. Things like that. So without further adu, the new and improved Fire and Ice Year 1: Rewritten!

This is just the prologue

And I am taking some of the parts from the movie, that I do not make any profit from. Just letting you all know before everyone hounds on me.


It was horrible, what happened to Lily and James Potter that Halloween night. Lily and James risked their own lives to save their son, Harry, and their daughter, Haylee.

The Dark Lord, Voldemort, snuck into the house at Godric's Hollow and murdered the two parents, but he could not kill Harry or Haylee. It was there that Voldemort vanished without a trace. It was quite a mystery; however, no witch or wizard cared at the moment.

All across the world, wizards and witches were celebrating the defeat of the Dark Lord. All accept two.

It was dark out and the stars were twinkling bright in the sky above Privet Drive. There was on one out at the time for there was no need. Who would want to be out at one in the morning?

From the dense fog that coated the trees, out stepped an old man. This was not just any old man. This man was named Albus Dumbledore. His long, white beard was tied and his half moon spectacles were perched on the bridge of his nose. Reaching into the pocket of his robes, Albus Dumbledore pulled out a funny looking object. It looked like a cigarette lighter, but no fire came out of it when the button was pushed. The light from the nearest street lamp whizzed and flew into the tiny contraption. He continued this process three times before the meow of a cat caught his attention. The cat stood on the sidewalk in a very stiff like manor. Its grey and black fur shone in the moonlight.

"I should have known you would be here," Albus Dumbledore spoke to the fancy feline. "Professor McGonagall."

Right before his eyes, the cat got onto its four legs and transfigured into an older woman in deep, green robes and glasses similar to his own.

"Good evening, Professor Dumbledore," she began walking with him. "Are the rumors true, Albus?"

"I'm afraid they are," he answered. "The good and the bad."

"And the twins?"

"Hagrid is bringing them," he explained.

"Do you think it is wise to trust Hagrid with something as important as this?" McGonagall wondered.

"I would trust Hagrid with my life." Albus replied with a smile.

A loud roaring came from overhead. It sounded like a train approaching, light and all, but it was no train. It was a motorcycle with an extremely large man riding on it. How the bike kept that man up in the air could be anyone's guess.

"Professor Dumbledore," the large, beastly man disembarked from the vehicle. "Professor McGonagall."

"No problems then, Hagrid?" Albus asked him.

"So, sir," Hagrid said. "They fell asleep just as we passed over Bristle. Try not to wake them," Hagrid handed Albus the large blanket.

The three of them stared at the two infants underneath the cloth. Harry had jet black hair that barely covered the scar on his forehead that looked like a bolt of lightning. His twin sister, Haylee, also had black hair like his own and a scar, although, Haylee's scar was on the right side of her neck. They were both sound asleep not knowing what was going on.

"Albus, do you think this is safe?" McGonagall asked. "Leaving them with theses people. They are the worst sort of Muggles imaginable."

"They are the only family these two have left," Albus said.

"They will be famous. There won't be a child in our world that doesn't know their names."

"Exactly," he said. "They are far better off being away from all of that. Until they are ready," he gently placed them on the stoop in front of the door. Hagrid let out a loud sniffle from behind. "There there, Hagrid, it's not really goodbye," Hagrid gave a nod. Albus put a letter on the blanket. "Good luck, Harry and Haylee Potter."


What do you think? Better?