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Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or anything related to it. I do own Marigold, Rose, Dorian, the Kingdom and anything else not in the Harry Potter books.

AN: Okay…this story kind of popped in my head one day, and I decided to write it. It's a bit unconventional, but I don't think anything in the books is really wrong, so I'm not going to classify this as an AU. Of course, it's fan fiction, so that kind of already declares it as an AU.

To those of you who read "Swirling Colours", I will update soon on that. Never worry. And this story is very different from "Swirling Colours", so do not feel you have to read this to understand that, or reversed. Though if you want to read "Swirling Colours", I won't stop you.

Umm…this will be H/H. And there will be a lot of Sirius and Snape. I can't think of anything else…so I think I'll let you read the story.

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Chapter 1: A mysterious Visitor

As far as Harry was concerned, the summer was going fairly well. He had had minimal dreams about the Third Task, the Dursleys were pretty much ignoring him and though Dudley was still on his diet, Uncle Vernon finally decided that the rest of the family didn't have to eat the 'infernal rabbit food', which meant even Harry had received normal portions this summer.

Harry spent the most time in his room, studying. Though he didn't want to be considered a 'Hermione', there wasn't much else to do. He still had his normal chores, but after he finished them, he had time by himself to read, study or do whatnot. But the interesting event that summer happened as Harry was dusting a vase in the living room.

Harry *did* have to do chores, and therefore found himself on the weekend before his fifteenth birthday dusting. Dusting was a chore he didn't mid so much. Of course it was annoying, but it let him have time alone to think. And Dudley wasn't allowed near Harry, for Dudley had a dust-allergy. Or that's at least what Aunt Petunia said to get Dudley out of having to do any work at camp, school or at a friend's.

But let me return to the story. Harry had just finished dusting a valuable vase that supposedly came from Egypt, though the £ 2,90 price tag from the junk market on the corner dictated otherwise. It was around two in the afternoon and Aunt Petunia was in the kitchen making tea, which Harry certainly wouldn't receive.

It was a perfect normal afternoon, when the doorbell rang. Now, it was two in the afternoon, which meant that most respectable people were at work, or at home. People just didn't go calling on their neighbours at two in the afternoon. It was considered rude, especially if there was a child in the house, like Dudley, who needed his afternoon nap.

"Get the door boy!" Petunia finally called through the kitchen as the person rang the doorbell about three times loud in concession. "And tell them we're not interested." Harry nodded, setting the duster down. He had to admit he was a bit curious at who would be calling on the Dursleys at this hour. The few friends they had knew better, solicitors came usually around four for tea and Harry doubted that anyone else would call on the Dursleys without a very good reason. The sign that read 'No Trespassing' in bright red paint, the fence, albeit small, surrounding the property and other hints were a bit too obvious.

So, it is to say that when Harry opened the door, he was a bit perplexed at who it could be. And he had a reason to be. Perplexed, that is. A woman, probably the same age of his aunt, but who looked infinitely younger was at the door. She had long golden hair, a heart shaped face and bright blue eyes. She was tall and thin, dressed muggley, though it seemed as the clothes didn't quite fit her. And she radiated something.

Harry stared at her, before he remembered where he was. "Er, excuse me, is there something you wanted?"

The woman almost jumped, her eyes widening as she saw him. "Oh, yes. Is there a Mrs Petunia Dursley at this residence?" She scanned the house. "I haven't been here in a while and am afraid I have the wrong house. And who might you be?" Her gaze focused on Harry, her blue eyes surprised. "Because I could swear-"

"My name is Harry Potter and Mrs Dursley is my Aunt. If you are selling something by the way, I am to tell you we're not interested." Her eyed the woman suspiciously. She wasn't dressed like someone selling something, more like a middle-class woman who just happened to stop by.

"Harry? Your mother wouldn't be named Lily, would she?" The woman's eyes opened wide. "Why I must-" She stepped around Harry into the house. "P