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Assistant: Title: And Then There Was 4
        Author: Lovemesome_Darcy Lovemesome_Darcy 
        Chapter: 1/31 
        Summary: After the war, Harri Potter is no longer the lonely, haunted girl she once was. Now free of the Horcrux and with the support of potions and care, she’s finally growing into herself — physically, emotionally, and magically. Her life changes dramatically when she finds two abandoned magical babies in Diagon Alley. Without hesitation, Harri adopts the twins, Evan and Ellara, and begins her journey into unexpected motherhood.
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    The cobblestones of Diagon Alley were warm underfoot, the air humming with life as witches and wizards bustled past. It had been just under three years since the war ended, and the magical world was still slowly, stubbornly piecing itself back together.So was Harri Potter.She moved differently now — shoulders no longer braced for attack, her step heavier but more grounded. The long black braid down her back gleamed in the sunlight, save for one vivid streak of silver curling through it like a scar made of moonlight. It had appeared the morning after she survived Voldemort’s Killing Curse for the second time — stress and magic woven too tightly to ever fully unravel.But she was alive.Truly alive.With the horcrux gone, food no longer turned to ash in her mouth. Madame Pomfrey, ever the fierce mother bear in a starched apron, had given her potions to restore her appetite, and with that, Harri had finally started to fill out — not just physically, but in spirit. Her cheeks were less hollow. Her eyes still carried grief, yes, but also warmth, strength, and a trace of wonder at simply… being.She had been running errands that morning — picking up potions ingredients, a new cauldron stirrer, a box of Honeydukes dark chocolate — when she heard the crying.It came from just outside the Leaky Cauldron, where magic gave way to Muggle shadows. The sound rooted her in place — raw, distressed, young. She turned immediately, instinct overriding curiosity, wand sliding into her hand as she moved.Two baskets sat just beyond the brick archway. One rocked slightly with the force of the baby’s cries. The other was still.Harri knelt.The boy — not even a year old — had messy brown curls and round, terrified eyes. His fists pounded the blanket beneath him, his voice hoarse. In the other basket, a smaller baby — a girl — blinked up at Harri in silence, her tiny mouth trembling.A folded note lay between them.Harri opened it with a hand that was steadier than it should have been.
They started doing freakish things.
Just like the last one. We don’t want them.
Don’t come looking for us.
— The DursleysIt hit her like a Bludger to the chest.The Dursleys. She hadn’t heard that name in over a year. Last she knew, they’d sold their house and disappeared into some anonymous suburb, as if outrunning magic. Apparently not far enough.She stared down at the children — two innocent lives dumped like rubbish at the edge of the only world that might understand them.Not again.Harri lifted the boy first, murmuring softly as he clung to her, his sobs easing into hiccups. Then she gathered the girl, who made a small, contented sound and nestled her face against Harri’s shoulder.People passed, watching with curiosity and whispers. None stopped her.They wouldn’t have dared.Later that evening, back in her quiet cottage on the outskirts of Ottery St. Catchpole — the one she’d charmed herself with stubborn pride — Harri sat on the couch with the two children curled into her sides. The fire crackled gently. One of Kreacher’s many knitted elf-blankets was tucked around them.She looked down at them and breathed in deeply. The scent of baby powder and old fear clung to them, but under that — magic. Raw, budding, and untouched.“I don’t know your names but that doesn't matter. Kreacher! ""Yes Mistress?" the old elf asked" I need something more Substantial to keep these little one warm."He snapped his fingers and produce some hand knitted blankets"I'll see you at home."With that she was alone againShe looked down at the babies and thought of all she had lost during the war.This time, she would protect them.And she would not fail.'
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