Not all children are innocent.

Not all children learn to laugh before they cry.

Not all children know trust.

Not all children can forgive.

Not all children can forget...

...and sometimes those children do more than remember.

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The wind dances in the trees as the rain drips from the leaves. While, on the doorstep of a certain house, number four privet drive, two baby's lay on the doorstep.

Both children have identical scars ontop their foreheads, freshly carved into their skin, carved not by a human, but by a curse. The female was wrapped in a soft pink blanket while the male was wrapped in a dark blue one.

The male baby crys as they had been left abandoned on a doorstep with nothing but two blankets which wrapped around them and a note. While on the other hand, the female stayed quite, staring up at the sky with a distant look in her eyes.

Suddenly, the door creaked open as a thin woman with an annoyed look spread across her features.

"What the...?" The woman murmured as she noticed two baby's looking up at her.

She observes them as she takes note of their eyes, the female had heterochromia eyes, one an emerald green eyes and the other a twinkling e/c eye. The male had the exact same shade of green for his eyes with no trace of the e/c the female held within her eye.

The woman stiffens as she remembers who else had similar emerald eyes as the two children. She glares at the two before kneeling down and grabbing the note before swiftly standing straight up again.

'Dear Petunia Dursley,

I am sure you must be confused currently, well, let me explain for you. These twins are named Y/n Potter (the female) and Harry Potter (the male), I'm sure you recognize the surname name as the one your sister took after she married James Potter. These two have no one else to take care of them, which is why I must humbly ask you to raise them.

Their parents, Lily and James have been murdered by a dark wizard also known as Lord Voldemort. They were killed by the killing curse, which is a curse that (as the name implies) swiftly kills the victim, there has been is no known on how to survive it before these two. When Voldemort attempted to cast the killing curse on these two, it didn't work. While the method on how they survived isn't currently known, we do know that it reflected off of them then hit Voldemort himself, which caused him to be vanquished.

You may treat the two however you see fit but I must ask of you not to send them to an orphanage or kill them. I do however wish they grow up weak, in need of a savior, so when they are introduced to the wizarding world, they will be... more than happy to follow my orders.

In the case you don't head my request, I will know.

Kind regards,

Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore, Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.'

The woman — Petunia Dursley as she was known — sneered at the two baby's as she squeezes the parchment, holding it tightly in her hand.

"Of course... she just had to get herself killed and left me with these... things!" Petunia hisses as before she roughly grabs the two baby's and opens the door before slamming it shut.

"Vernon!" Petunia yells as she — not so gently — sets the children down on the round wooden table.

After a few moments a man who was rather large walked down the stairs as she looked at the woman tiredly.

"What's wrong, dear?" The man asks before his eyes land on the baby's. "Who are...?"

"They were my blasted sisters." She sneers as the man glares at the children.

"Why are these... things in my house?" The man questioned sternly as the woman sighs.

"My freak of a sister went and got herself blown up and now we can't get rid of them!" she explains, clearly just as annoyed as her husband.

"Well what are we meant to do with them?! Can't we just drop them off at an orphanage?!" Vernon snaps as the woman shakes her head.

"The man who dropped them off— he'll... he'll know if we try to get rid of them! I don't need any more of those freaks showing up at my house!" The woman's shrill voice explains as the man sighs.

"Just put them in the cupboard for now! Freak like them don't deserve a room." The man demands before storming back upstairs.

The woman scoffs before turning back towards the baby, a blank look on her face before it turns into a sneer as she grabs the children.

The woman moved some items in the cupboard before settings down a small blanket as putting them children down.

she threw the blanket atop them before closing the door, glancing back at it before walking back upstairs.

"I'll need to get locks on the damn thing..."