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Chapter 1: Unforeseen

James and Lily rushed into their ruined house. The ceiling was caved in, the windows shattered, the door smashed. They knew Peter had betrayed them, as they had only seen him last week. Did he willingly give up their hideout, the only place they were safe? Did he come last week, thinking it would be the last time he would see them? How could he? How could Peter betray them?

By now James and Lily had reached the nursery. The snitch covered wallpaper singed and burned; the mobile above the cracked and broken crib was ruined and, like almost everything else in the room, engulfed in flames, which James quickly put out with Auguamenti. Huddled in the corner of this awful room, a horrifying sight was two boys, barely over one. One was being cradled by the other, while bawling, and the other's face was white and terrified as images kept playing over and over in his mind, the pictures flitting across his eyes.

"My poor babies!" cried Lily as she rushed to the boys, tears openly streaming down her face. She picked up the one being held by his brother and buried her face in his cheek, his still chubby hands gripping her shirt, hoping for comfort, seeking warmth.

"How could we just leave them here; they were supposed to be safe – the Fidelius Cham-" and then she froze. James, who had slid down the wall next to his youngest son jumped up. "I'M GOING TO KILL HIM THAT SON OF A-"

But his younger son, his face still white gave a small whimper at the loud noise and covered his ears. James immediately sat down and began rubbing his hand in soothing circles on his son's back, all the while murmuring comfortingly, "It's okay, Harry. Don't worry, he won't hurt you here, the next time we'll use Sirius instead of-" then he exclaimed "Sirius!" and quickly stood up. His son, Harry, had fallen off his lap. James quickly scooped him up and said, "Lily, we need to talk to Dumbledore. Now."

She looked confused. "I know that we need a new Secret Keeper, but so soon? I mean-"

"No, Lils," James almost shouted. "Dumbledore and Remus will think Sirius betrayed us, remember? We didn't tell anyone we switched! The Ministry needs to know to arrest Peter, not Sirius!"

"But it's too soon for anyone to know!" Lily protested.

"Dumbledore put wards that would tell him instantly if out house was attacked or the Fidelus Charm breached, remember?"

Lily gasped. "Quickly, try the Floo-" But James had already stepped into the fire, shouted, "Hogwarts, Headmaster's Office!" and nothing happened. James stepped out again and said, "Let's get to the neighbor's, then apparate." James and Lily ran as fast as they could with a child in each of their arms. As soon as they got out of their destroyed home's wards, they spun on their heels, and, with a loud crack, the Potters' were gone.

"I shall inform the Minister immediately." Dumbledore said in a grave tone. His usually twinkling eyes were serious and he held himself, unlike usual, without an air of confidence but with a cloud of anxiety and confusion.

"He needs to know NOW! If he doesn't know, he might sentence Sirius to the Dementor's Kiss upon capture, and I can't let that happen, I can't, I can't…." James trailed off as he pictured himself holding his best friend, Sirius' eyes wide and unseeing, his body still, his blank face, his self a mirror of what he used to be, what he should be, and his soul gone forever…. Lost.

"The Minister just Flooed back," Dumbledore said. "And he assured me Sirius will be released."

"Good." James said with a relieved sigh. "Then everything's okay, right?"

Dumbledore shook his head sadly. "I'm afraid not, James." He stated softly. "There is still one more matter to discuss, and a crucial one at that." James looked curious, yet scared, what could be so important now? His family is alright, Sirius is free, and the Ministry's looking for Peter. Nothing's wrong. Nothing. Right…?

Lily, who was busy cooing at her little boys, did not see the horrified expression that crossed over her husband's face as he realized what Dumbledore was talking about.

"The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches…" James whispered

"…Born to those that have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies…" Dumbledore repeated solemnly. Lily looked up confused.

James gulped and said softly, "… And the Dark Lord will mark him as his equal, but he will have power the Dark Lord knows not."

Lily gasped, horrified. "…And either must die at the hand of the other for neither can live while the other survives…" she murmured, her eyes calculating, taking short breaths.

"…The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord will be born as the seventh month dies…." They all finished together, their eyes never leaving each other's faces, the silence only broken by baby gurgles.

"Oh, Albus, what does this mean?" Lily wailed finally, breaking the silence. "Why will my sons go through life fearing for theirs? Why-"

"Not your sons, Lily." Albus Dumbledore replied. "Not them."

"What?" asked James confused. "I thought the whole point of us saying the prophecy was because it was about my sons. Are you saying they're notin the prophecy?"

"I didn't say that." Dumbledore said.

"So they are?" Lily whimpered, clutching her sons tightly, as though as soon as she lets go they will face the Dark Lord Voldemort.

"Sadly Lily, that is not the case." Dumbledore said with a sigh.

The baffle parent exchanged confused looks. "What do you mean?" James asked cautiously.

Dumbledore sighed. "The prophecy says, 'The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord…' not the ones."

Lily and James froze. "Are you saying that only one of our sons will be a hero, and the other is destined to live in the shadows?"

"No, I'm saying one of your sons IS a hero. The prophecy child has vanquished Voldemort tonight, though not permanently."

"But who?" Lily asked, unable to hide her excitement. She gladly handed her sons over, while James looked on proudly.

Five minutes had past while Dumbledore was testing the youngest Potters' when he finally had an answer.

"You understand what is going to happen to the Chosen One, right?" Dumbledore inquired. "He must be treated right, fairly, and treated equal with his twin. He will go under large amounts of training so he can save the Wizarding World; you understand that, don't you?"

"Yes, yes, now tell us!" James demanded eagerly.

"The Boy-Who-Lived is none other than… Harry's older brother, Aaron."

These two twins were unaware that for ten more years, one would be pampered while the other tossed to the side like a used Kleenex, poked and pinched by his brother. Unaware that all across the country glasses were raised as people said in hushed voices; "To Aaron Potter, The Boy-Who-Lived!"