Hi! you may remember me from the oneshot that I posted a while ago!

I'm FierySerpents and I'm back! I have an apology to make to any readers. School, as most of you know is one of the most abysmal and inescapable things to ever grace the planet, and as such I for most of the year have been subjected to it, keeping me away from FFN and all other hobbies.

Nonetheless, I'm back with another fanfiction which will hopefully be a lot longer, I've got some very good plans for this one, and if they go to schedule, you as well as I should be very pleased with the results.

Without spoiling anything, The story involves two distinct OCs (though one appears far later) and takes place at the time of the Order of the Phoenix.

If there are any canonical errors, send me a message or review and I'll rectify it as soon as I can. I really hope that you guys will enjoy this one, and I'll put a lot of work into it for you

Disclaimer: I really own nothing except the characters and places which you don't recognise instantly. As to what I'd do if I owned the Harry Potter franchise, not much except marry Harry to someone else (No Ginny hate, I think she's an amazing character but not the right one for Harry)

On to the story!

Not for the first time in the last fifteen years, nor for the last, the house that stood at Number 4 Privet Drive would again play host to events that encompassed both the natural and the supernatural. Though Privet Drive was an unassuming Muggle street in an unassuming Muggle neighbourhood, It is a general rule of thumb that one must always expect the unexpected.

It was a despicably hot day. The denizens of Privet Drive and indeed the whole of Surrey sought nothing but to recline in their houses under their air conditioners and wait for the unusual weather spell to pass. Even the meteorological bureau could not explain the levels of heat which had recently moved to England. The hot, windy air surrounding the small street was rent apart violently by a commotion that seemed to originate from inside Number 4, shocking many in the street and rousing them from their slumbers. To the inhabitants of the residence however, it wasn't truly a surprise but something to be laughed at. "Boy! for the last time! fetch those infernal letters!". Just as peace had set upon the house on an early Friday morning, it was just as suddenly shattered by the deranged screaming of Vernon Dursley, whose face was a magnificent shade of yellow that morning. To the boy in question, one Harry James Potter, today was just another day to add to the collection of intolerance and hatred that had plagued him since he was placed under the dubious 'care" of his relatives. Sighing, Harry began the slow walk down the hallway to retrieve the mail so that he could go back to thinking in peace.

The past year, Harry had been placed through some of his most tortuous trials yet. Being entered by Barty Crouch Jr into the Tri-Wizard Tournament had taken a toll on him, yet launched him to a physical high. Harry possessed a far greater stamina than he had at the start of the year, and his body rippled with newer muscle mass. He would however have traded it back to the semi-normal life he had at the end of his third year in a heartbeat. The reason Harry was holed up in his room instead of living with Sirius was a terrible one. After all, he had hoped to be reunited with Sirius at the end of the last year, but that hope too had been cruelly ripped away from him. Though again, he mused, it wasn't really Dumbledore's fault, the man was simply looking out for him, and if such choices had to be made, he would be willing to make them if it meant assuring the safety of others.

Harry had been forced to partake in a ritual which led to the resurrection of Lord Voldemort, after watching a fellow champion die before his very eyes. It was of these events he was reflecting on, due to the endless nightmares he suffered every evening at the hands of his mortal foe. Sighing again, he bent down to pick up the letters, mumbling about his friends and meddlesome Headmasters. Scoffing, he dropped the letters to his uncle and went back to his room once he had been sent off. Looking out his window, he saw a persistent ripple of hot, almost smoky air across the street, but dismissed it as part of the scorching heatwave that had hit Surrey that summer. Feeling that it was something abnormal, he checked again. The smudge had moved further down the street, reaffirming his belief of it as a mirage. With nothing else better to do, he fed Hedwig some owl treats, fell onto his mattress and under the hot summer sun quickly fell asleep.

(Holly POV) A/N: Not going to happen much however I believe that it's important to develop character.

Fifteen Years. Not fifteen days, not fifteen hours, not even fifteen flipping months! The old coot had kept her in stasis for fifteen years!

Holly had many secrets, she understood, and she knew it was vital to both her safety and the safety of those around her that she be placed under hold. However this did not excuse the fact that instead of the agreed seven months, Albus Dumbledore had forgotten her for fifteen bloody years! Finally, when he had retrieved her, he didn't even give her a full apology. Instead, she seethed, the man had twinkled at her, with her father trilling noisily in the background.

"Off to Harry Potter you must go" He had said, "The members of the Order of the Phoenix"- another trill -"Have been sent to retrieve him and bring him to headquarters for his safety. Unfortunately, some of his friends have become rather jealous of the attention directed towards him and will not be keeping him company. Your assignment if you will here, though I hope you do not think of it as such, is to befriend Harry and get to know him." I nodded silently, thoughts whizzing through my head. 'At least it's a guy' I thought sarcastically, and with a salute to the two in the room, I disappeared toward Surrey amid a blaze of fiery embers. Laughing softly as a result of his insatiable legilimency Albus Dumbledore turned toward the figure next to him, eyes twinkling and a small smile on his face. "You know, I think the two of them are going to be the closest of companions." The figure trilled yet again, charging the air with warmth and joy. "She's messed up her transport again. She'll be circling that street for hours!"

At 11:30 PM that same night, much to her complete horror, Holly found herself unceremoniously dumped atop a bed in a modest bedroom. Of course, she would have been fine with this, regardless of the fact she had messed up her transport, had she not landed directly on top of a sleeping sixteen year old boy. He shot up to stare at her, wand in hand, and sparkling orange eyes met dazzling emerald green.

"Ouch!"

End Chapter!

Right, So I've got some questions and statements for all those who really are Sirius (got 'em) about reading on.

1) I'm going through my final year at school currently, so I can hope for the best when it comes to upload schedule, though every 4-5 days sounds like what it will be. Granted most chapters I'll write will be longer than this

2) If you want to give me some feedback, hit me up with a review (it's optional and could make my day!)

3) If you've come to a conclusion about Holly's family then I applaud you mightily for your excellent deductive skills :)

Onto the questions I have for you.

- Was the schedule that I stated earlier acceptable or should I space earlier or later

- Did you like the introduction?

- What are the attitudes that you would like Ron, Hermione and Ginny to take toward both Harry and Holly. I'm leaning toward more canon compliant in that they stay good friends with Harry, though I left it open-ended so that I can close or further open the relationship as need rises.