A tall, silver haired man with moon shaped spectacles walked quickly down the street of Privet Drive with a black robe fluttering behind him, glancing around furtively to see if anyone had noticed him. In his arms were two small bundles.
The man glanced around again a walked up to the door of Number 4 Privet Drive. Arriving at the door, he placed the bundles on the door mat and tucked a note into one of the bundles. Without so much as a backward glance he walked swiftly to the end of Privet Drive, turned on the spot, and vanished with a small crack.
Back at the door of Number 4, one of the bundles moved as the baby shifted in his sleep, drawing closer to his sister. His hand reflexively closed around the note. He had raven hair along with his sister. They both had emerald green eyes as well. Their names were Harry and Lucy Potter.
Petunia Dursley was a scrawny woman with a horse like neck and a haughty expression. She was constantly gossiping about her neighbors and wondering if they had found out anything bad about her. This morning she opened the door to get the paper as usual when she noticed the two bundles at her feet. She almost let out a scream that she only held back because the neighbors would come investigating. Quickly rushing past, she grabbed the paper and came back, scooped down, and none to gently picked them up. She hurried into the house and slammed the door shut.
"Is something the matter Petunia dear?" called Vernon Dursley.
Vernon was a beach ball on legs. He had a handlebar moustache, short hair, and small beady eyes. His fat bottom spilled over the chair he was currently sitting in.
"Vernon come here please. I found something on our porch that I need to discuss with you." Petunia called.
Vernon laboriously got out of his chair and waddled into the living room. The living room was perfectly ordinary, with a couch, a chair, and a fireplace. Around the room were pictures of Vernon, Petunia, and a large baby named Dudley. "What is it Petunia?" he asked. He looked at Petunia and saw the two bundles next to her, "WHAT IS THAT?!" he bellowed.
At the sound of his bellowing, Lucy awoke and started crying. "Vernon, please, let me explain." Petunia pleaded as she clamped her hand over Lucy's mouth. Harry struggled as he saw his sister's mouth being shut but he was constrained by the blanket around him.
"Fine, but be quick about it." Vernon huffed.
Immediately Petunia started rapidly speaking, "When I went out to get the paper just now, these were laying on the porch. I brought these in because I don't want the neighbors investigating why we left two babies on the porch. There is a note that was on them and I want you to read it, please, so we can discuss it."
"Very well," Vernon growled, "Let's see the note."
As he read, Vernon's face grew progressively paler, until it was a white as a ghost. He looked up a Petunia and asked in a weak, disbelieving voice, "Magic is real?" Petunia nodded and Vernon promptly fainted.
A two year 11 month 29 day 23 hour 59 minute old Harry lay wracked with pain that he didn't know where it was coming from, twitching and convulsing on the bed he and his sister shared. Lucy laid next to him, trying to comfort him in the best way an almost three year old can. She hugged him and lay next to him. Suddenly a blood red aura burst from Harry's body quickly engulfing Lucy and expanding onward. Lucy felt something in her body shift, like a dam had burst. Pain wracked her body but she noticed that Harry was no longer twitching and convulsing. Abruptly the door to their cupboard was wrenched open and a tall, silver-haired man stepped in. He was wearing a most elaborate robe. It had several colors on it in dizzying patterns. She watched as he walked up to them and mumbled something raising a stick at them. Immediately a blood red light streaked out from the stick and hit them full on and she slumped into unconsciousness.
Albus to-many-names Dumbledore watched in satisfaction as the bindings set themselves once again on Harry's and Lucy's core. He smiled and obliviated them of the incident. He left with a question but in high spirits none the less.
Harry was in pain. That in itself wasn't unusual. The Dursleys hated him and his sister and punished them severely whenever they could, but Harry always took the beating for his sister. He could stand the pain, but he couldn't stand for his sister to be in pain. The unusual part about this pain what that the Dursleys didn't inflict it on him this time. That and he knew he wasn't sick so he had no idea where the pain came from. It was one minute until midnight of July 30th when he turned 7 years old. His sister turned 7 years old, 3 minutes after midnight. Harry's actual birth was at 11:5959pm but he just considered it midnight because it was at the instant that one day turned into the next. And that it was just easier.
His sister, Lucy, was sitting at the head of their bed with his head in her lap, running her fingers through his hair soothingly, murmuring nothings into his ear. A shudder ran through him as the pain spiked. He looked at Lucy and saw the tear tracks on her face. He reached his hand and cupped her face, wiping away the tears with the pad of his thumb. "It'll be okay Lucy... This will pass soon and I get better… I will always protect you Lucy… I love you… I will never willingly leave you Lucy, know that… I am always here for you…"
The clock flipped to 12:00. A second before, Harry tensed, his body arching off of the bed, every muscle in his body contracting, trying to lessen the blinding pain that was blasting through his body.
Lucy saw a blood red aura burst out of Harry. Lucy watched in horrified fascination as the aura rushed at her. She wanted to scream as unimaginable pain burst through her body as the aura engulfed her. She collapsed on top of Harry barley conscious, her head over Harry's heart. She felt like some dam had collapsed and this energy coursed through her body, filling her from head to toe.
A tall silver-haired man wearing magenta robes rushed into the cupboard. "Second time!" he mumbled exasperatedly, "How do they keep breaking the bindings on them?! I have never had someone break a binding once, let alone twice!" He sighed, pulled out a stick, and a burst of light came out and struck the twins. He chuckled darkly as the bindings settled for the third time on the twins. Then Albus Dumbledore walked out of the cupboard.