HI! This is Amni, I finally sucked it up and did a Harry Potter fanfic. I love the series, get super mad at the movies (seriously I nearly punched someone for 3) Luckily it got kinda better. However, I have a long standing ship with Harry and any male character angst characters like: Snape3 Malfoy (either 33), and maybe... Rabastian Lestrange. There's a phenomenal fanfiction by enchanted nightingale. It has Mpreg and lots of fun slash. So that's a warning. Let me know what you think, anything you're wondering and questioning, also! Sirius is dead, but Remus and Tonks aren't. Ron and Hermione are alive but not in the picture, they've grown apart having a baby does that.

Disclaimer: I do not own anything by the amazing JK Rowling. Except for any made up characters.

WARNINGS: This is a slash, MxM whatever you call it, if you have a problem with future smut DO NOT READ I do not clean up my language either, I am a potty mouth. If you have any problem with violence and the such this might be something you should avoid as well.

My Niece, the Troublemaker Worse Than Me

I was more than a little surprised when I opened my door one muggy November eve and saw two grim faced police officers. The one in the front was larger than the one standing behind him, mostly blocking out his partner's body, I couldn't see much more than his face and his left shoulder. "Can I help you sirs?" I ask worriedly. It wasn't everyday Muggle police came to the house, especially with all the spells and charms to keep things under wraps and I worried about whether or not something had leaked or if there had been some complaint.

"Are you Harry Potter? Cousin to a one Dudley Dursley?" The one standing slightly to the back asks. I nod yes, uncertain and wary. He looks me over skeptically. I don't blame him. I haven't grown at all since graduating five years ago. I was currently unemployed. I had grown fed up with all the politics and machinations still prevalent within the ministry and quit my job. My only family was my cousin, Dudley. Uncle Vernon had died of an aneurism and Aunt Petunia ended up drinking herself to death almost literally, she passed away of alcohol poisoning not too long after. It had hit Dudley hard and though we had a rough childhood together we had become friends after I defeated Voldermort and I comforted him through it until he met his Kathy. They fell in love and I ended up being best man, weird but true. He's been married just over two years and the couple had just given birth to a daughter nine months ago. She was a sweet little thing, curly reddish blond hair and hazel eyes which switched between amber and green.

"Yes?" I ask growing worried. "Has something happened to Dudley or Kathy?" The police officers exchange a look and the one in the front speaks up.

"Sir did you know that you were listed as Mr. and Mrs. Dursley's emergency contact?" He asks.

"What? So something did happen? What aren't you telling me?" I say urgently, holding back the need to whip out my wand and magic forth some answers. "Has something happened to them?" My voice catches, "Did something happen to the baby? What aren't you saying?" I surge forward and with a surprisingly strong grip take the man and shake him back and forth.

"Sir, I need you to calm down and take a few deep breaths." The officer in my hands says resting gentle hands on my shoulders. I take a shuddering deep breath and release him as I step back. The pair of officers exchange another look.

"Mr. Potter, your cousin and his wife were accosted a few hours ago. The couple was out for a date and ended up in an armed robbery that went wrong. I'm sorry to say your cousin died at the scene and his wife died on arrival. The hospital contacted the babysitter and we located you to inform you of the news." The second officer says quietly. I feel the blood drain out of my face and stagger back a few steps, collapsing onto the bottom of the stairs leading to the second floor of the townhouse. I stare at them blankly. Then finally say the only thing that comes to mind.

"Where's the baby? I want her here as soon as it's possible to get her comfortable and safe."

The funeral happened a few weeks later. It's a small affair, I am Dudley's only relative and Kathy, also an only child as we were, lost her parents in a car accident years ago and her maternal grandmother who had raised her passed away a year after Dudley and Kathy were married. A few friends offer their condolences and a few women offer me their numbers, saying if I ever needed help with the baby... I just stared at them until they slunk away. Grief and exhaustion do not hold back my disdain for them. Really! Propositioning a man at his cousin's funeral using his dead cousin's baby as an excuse. Glancing down at the little girl in my arms I rock her soothingly. It's been rough for both of us. She used to be such a happy baby, but somehow the morose news has wrapped around her. As I tuck her against my chest I vow silently that I'll do everything and anything for this little girl. I defeated the Dark Lord after all. I could handle one sweet little girl.

Ten Years Later:

"Meredith Louisa Dursley!" I scold angrily with her ear held tight between my fingers. "What EVER in the world possessed you?" The ten, nearly eleven year old merely glared up at me sulkily. I'd caught her playing with small balls of fire and trying to levitate a stool. Really, she didn't even have a wand yet, I didn't even want to consider what kind of mischief she'd get into with it when she did get one.

"But Uncle Harry," she pouts. Her little foot lifts and she looks like she's about to stomp it, but she catches my eye and puts it down without another word. I've learned how telegraph exactly what I was thinking with only a look these last ten years. She's also learned what they meant in our time together.

"But Uncle Harry nothing!" I snap back. "I told you if you wanted to practice magic you would only and ONLY do it under my supervision and in the privacy of out home. I understand you're excited about going to Hogwarts and that I'm now a professor there but that does not mean you get to do such serious things willy nilly!"

"Okay..." She whines prettily. Her eyes seem to grow larger and wet and I snort.

"Don't even try Merry Lou, it's not working." I say simply back and she throws a diva fit. Really, I don't get how she can be such a tomboy but still throw a fit about someone messing with her hair or nails. I never spoiled her so I don't get how she can be so huffy and act so recklessly.

"I hate when you call me that!" She wails and I have had enough.

"Meredith, I will not remind you not to take that tone with me. I am more than willing to take us home right this instant. I can order all your materials and needs via owl. We do not need to go shopping in person for them. I have had enough of your bad attitude, one more sass and I promise you we will go home and all and any privileges you have left will be forfeited. Do not push me." I say firmly. She quiets and takes the hand I offer her. Tapping the stones expertly we wait for them to open before walking into the hustle and bustle of Diagon Alley. "Do not leave my side," I warn her and she nods her eyes wide and excited. We only went to Diagon once or twice a year and she always was so excited about the visits. Shaking my head, I lead her into a shop for potion materials and supplies and begin gathering the necessary items.

Five hours, two tantrums,three threats of returning home, and several revocations of privileges later I finally plop us down in front of a small cafe outside after placing out orders. She leans against me sleepily, worn out by all the excitement, lack of sleep, and bustle. I hide a smile and pull her into my lap with a sigh. I cherish the feel of her close to me and push back the tears that well up. She's not going to let me do this much more, I think, she's going to be gone in a few years. I rock her a few times and breathe in quietly, savoring her soft and girly scent. In the past ten years I've realized many things. One, that I was gay, two I loved Meredith more than anyone else, and three I really didn't know what I was going to do without her when she was all grown up. I was half tempted to give her a stasis potion, locking her at this age. Thinking about stasis spells and potions it draws be back to a dark pair of eyes and slippery locks of a man who I thought I hated but ended up missing for several years now, my old potions master, Severus Snape. The night I'd defeated Voldermort was the same night he'd been grievously wounded. Fortunately a stasis potion had been forced on him and with a little luck he'd been transferred to St. Mungo's in time for a proper healing and had been saved. There was talk of pulling him out of it in the last two years, since he was finally nearly completely healed, but I had lost touch with the mediwitch in charge of it when he passed through a few hands. The waiter arrives carrying two plates and, sighing, I shake Meredith to make her wake up.

"Sweetheart, the food is here." I murmur to her quietly, she merely shakes her head and burrows into me closer. I give the waiter a sappy smile and ask for the food to be packed to go. I readjust her in my arms and add the shrunken food to the satchel carrying her other supplies and order slips. I pick her up princess style and apparate us home.

Three months later:

I walk Meredith down to the platform and wave at Ron and Hermione happily. "Hey!" I call out and they wave back. Their oldest daughter Rose is waving wildly at Meredith and I let go of Meredith's hand and let her charge towards her best friend. I greet both Ron and Hermione with a warm smile and hug. We've drifted apart some in the last few years. Ron has been busy with Quidditch and Hermione with her work in the Ministry. We ignore the looks and curious stares. My hype thankfully has calmed down and few knew about my niece thankfully. I'm already guessing all sorts of chaos is going to come along when it finally comes out but now a man in his early-thirties I figured I could handle it very very well, if brutally. I glance at my niece and smile at her girly antics.

"Rose look look! Look what Uncle Harry got me!" Meredith squeals showing the silver and amber bracelet on her wrist. It's secretly a tracker that can't be removed except by me so I smirk slightly at Hermione when she raises an eyebrow. She keeps her mouth closed and Ron misses it.

"Hey did you see the Quidditch match the other night mate?" He asks and I have to laugh. Typical Ron, focused on the things he likes and avoiding things he hates. I nod and we talk a while, exchanging gossip and the like. The train whistle blows and I feel my eyes well up a bit. Meredith looks at me, runs over, and gives me a hard hug.

"Don't worry Uncle Harry I'll be fine, I'll see you at the school. Go get settled in and then I'll see you during the feast right?" She says with her face buried in my collar. Her grip is just as tight as mine, and I hold her close.

"I know, it's just your getting so big..." I mutter back. She laughs and steps back giving me a smile.

"But I'll always be your Merry Berry Baby right?" She says, half serious. I actually cry a little at this and hug her.

"If you ever think you won't I will revert you back to nine months of age and re-raise you." I say firmly. "Now get on that train. Do you have enough money? You have everything? I don't want to go apparating back to the house because you forgot your favorite lip gloss or some other silly thing."

"Lip gloss is never a silly thing, Uncle Harry," she says seriously. I smile and shoo her off. I stand on the platform watching her desperately as she boards with Rose, pulling the much taller girl. Both redheads disappear from sight.

"Well well well... I thought you didn't marry a redhead Potter," comes a lazy drawl. Turning I smile at Draco Malfoy and his son approaching me, I don't see his wife and with hold a sigh. Any animosity between the two of us has died, at least on my end. I didn't see the point to his rivalry and since becoming a father I learned to take the good and let the bad go.

"Hello Malfoy how have you been?" I say in a friendly tone. The other man's eyebrow merely shoots up. Guess he wasn't expecting that, I think hiding a grin.

"I saw your daughter, a pretty little girl I guess." He says his arm wrapped around his son's shoulders. "Though I have to say her hair is rather unique, so pale a red and dark a blond. Though I prefer my Scorpious' blond." He pats his son's head who blushes.

"My niece is very pretty. She takes after Kathy in that manner thankfully." He looks up at me in surprise. He probably expected me to be angry and snippy, but raising a colicky baby teaches you patience like nothing else. "Though she probably gets the blond part of her coloring, as well as her temperament, from her father." I smile at young boy in a gentle manner, "I'd watch out of that young Scorpious since you'll share a year. But other than that, I look forward to seeing you in class young man. Your father was quite adept in the Defense Against the Dark Arts and I expect you to not only to do as well but better. There'll be less distractions than when we went to school for sure, so make sure to focus your efforts and you'll go far." I glance back at Draco who's looking at me warily, "I hope you've talked him into trying for seeker next year, if he's anything like you he'll enjoy it."

"I prefer potions." The young boy interjects quietly. I smile at him.

"I'm sure you'll do well in it then. There was mention of a potions club if I remember correctly," his eyes light up and I smile, "I suggest you discus that with the professor in charge of it. Your love of potions must come from your mother, if I remember correctly she was the top one in her year wasn't she?" I say.

"I was, thank you for that Harry." I hear Astoria drawl. I look at the medical potion mistress and grin. For the past ten years we've worked together as colleagues at St. Mungos, I as a clerk, and she in the apothecary. Unsurprisingly, she and her husband have moved in on me in a pincer like fashion, somethings never change and I have to hold back laughter.

"I only know good things. There was too much bad to even wonder about thinking of it." I respond. I hear the whistle blow again and glance at Draco, "Your son might want to get a seat soon Malfoy. If he has any troubles I'll clear it up for you. No students will be hurt if I have anything to say about it." Seeing the question in his eyes I smirk, "I've never had a problem with Slytherins in these last fifteen years Draco, I'd steal your wife away if I wasn't gay." He merely snorts and I watch them bid a reserved farewell with their son. We stand there and I watch my little girl stick her body out of the window and wave wildly at me. I see her long hair flap madly in the wind and wave strongly back at her. I look to the side and see the Malfoys staring at me. Ron and Hermione had wandered away a while back leaving me and my girl some privacy in our farewells and to watch Rose and the train pull away.

"What?" I ask unsurprised.

"Do you mean it? You'll protect Scorpious?" Malfoy demands. "There's still plenty of aggression against former Death Eaters..." He trails off and I look at him seriously.

"Draco, we might not have gotten along very well, but I do not plan to hold it against your son or any other student. If he does his work and does not cause problems he'll never have to worry about my stern voice directed at him. I will not allow anyone to be injured or hurt. I believe Hogwart's has seen plenty of bloodshed as it is." My voice turns weary and I fiddle with my coat's middle button.

"You'll contact me?" He asks, "If.. If it gets bad or anything?" I nod. We share a look and he turns and leaves with his wife holding tightly to his arm. Shaking my head I apparate to the school, already planning all sorts of plans and detentions.

…o0O0o...

I'm mid-gossip when I hear the cabin door open. I glance up from Rose's nails, completing the stroke of the nail polish brush and smile quizzically at the slender blond in the doorway. He looks at us nervously then glances at the seats across from us.

"Hi! Do you want to take a seat? We're the only ones in this compartment." I say cheerfully, my Uncle would be so proud of me. The boy smiles anxiously back.

"If you don't mind," he says quietly, "I would be glad to take the seat and keep you ladies company."

"Cool," I say, "I'm Meredith Dursley, and this my best-friend and should have been my sister by birth and blood, Rose Weasley." The quiet girl gives him a soft, friendly smile.

"Oh you're a Weasley?" He asks surprised. "I apologize... You would not want me here." We exchanged a confused look.

"Uhmm... Why is that?" I ask him not letting him get away. A quick flick of Rose's wand has the door shutting behind him and he looks at us surprised. He steps a bit further in and eyes us warily.

"I'm a Malfoy." He responds as if that answers everything.

"Oooookay?" I say. "And that matters why?" I glance as Rose who's looking over the boy more closely now. I nudge her with my toe and cock an eyebrow when she looks back at me.

"Our families hate each other," is her response. I snort unfeminine and indelicately.

"So?" I say, "My Uncle was pretty much beaten and ignored by my father and he ended up the best man my parent's wedding and they were reaaaaallly close before he and mom passed away. I highly doubt what our parents do matters much to what we do." I glance at the boy and order him, "sit down, Malfoy, Rose doesn't bite. I'm the one you should look out for. My Uncle Harry will hex you to next year if I don't get to you first if you're a prat."

"Professor Potter wouldn't do that," Rose says frowning. I roll my eyes.

"Okay, he probably wouldn't, but the lectures we'd end up getting would make you wish we'd been hexed to next year." I admit and she laughs. Uncle Harry doesn't do corporal punishment, he just lays out all the different points of stupidity that I should have realized before doing whatever I was doing and then removes all interesting things that I enjoy for a period of time.

"Your uncle is Harry Potter? The Boy Who Lived? The Golden Hero? The man who defeated the Dark Lord?" He whispers. "I didn't know he had a brother..."

"He doesn't, Uncle Harry is technically my dad's cousin, but I call him my uncle, though I should probably start calling him Professor Potter now that I'm going to school." I say dramatically. I glance at him, he's still standing.

"Malfoy, seriously... Sit down. You need to get that stick out before it becomes permanently implanted." I say snarkily and he flushes, but moves over and sits. "So..." I say as I return to painting Rose's nails, it's this pretty blue that is going to crackle and reveal gold underneath, the wonders of the Muggle world, "Are we ever going to get a first name? Or do we forever refer to you as Malfoy?"

He smiles timidly, and says a little louder than before, "Scorpious Malfoy, at your service. It's a pleasure to meet you."

"It will be until she drags you on one of her adventures," Rose mutters. I mock-glare at her.

"I wasn't the one who got us chased by dragons now did I?" I taunt back and she giggles.

"No you just got Teddy in trouble by almost revealing..." I slap a hand over her mouth and whine. My cousin of a sorts, since Uncle Remus is Uncle Harry's uncle without any blood relation... Let's just say it's complicated and ignore the weird family things.

"Rosey~ You promised never to mention that again." We hear his soft laughter and I hide a smirk, celebrating my victory. I eye his hands and go.

"Hey Scoro... You ever consider nail polish?"

...o0O0o...

Merry's a strange, brash, and wonderful girl. Her long straight red blond locks have been tugged and braided back with a wild and random bunch of clips and ribbons in the last hour. It should look awkward but instead it's complex and bright. Very similar to the one who's wearing it I admit. Rose who is sitting next to her and quietly chatting seems to be the balance the other girl obviously needs. Her curls are a darker red, almost dark auburn and spin every which way. Much taller than the other girl she seems to have a quiet strength and intelligence. Both of them have interesting eyes. Merry's seems to dance between a warm gold and a jade like green while Rose's is a bright cornflower blue with a single darker ring of blue. Both girls are pale skinned, but while Rose is probably just an inch under my height, she's ridiculously tall, Merry is absolutely tiny! She comes up to my collarbone but I know she's a firecracker.

As we step down off the train I see Merry squeal and run at a tall dark haired man with his back to us. He turns and laughingly catches her flying form. "Uncle Harry!" She wraps her arms around his neck and seems to spider monkey climb her way up to wrap her legs around his chest. He merely chuckles and hugs her closer. He puts her down after a few moments, and scolds her briefly, but his eyes are warm and gently and he repents quickly. Rose skips over next, dragging me along which surprises me. She's much more forceful than I could have guessed and I feel a significant lack of blood in that extremity.

"Professor Potter!" She says gaily. "Meet Scoro!" I wince slightly at the use of the nickname again, however I am relieved when I see a similar expression on the older man's face, looks like I'm not the only one who thinks it's a bad nickname. He hugs her gently and neatly tucks a few curls into place out of her face.

"I've met young Scorpious already dear Rosebud. But I think he'd like his wrist back so please release it soon." I smile embarrassed at his observant eyes see how the blood has been mostly cut off. She lets go and I hide a relieved sigh. I put my arm behind my back out of reach and focus on the professor smiling kindly at me.

"Hello Professor," I smile at him timidly and his own smile widens.

"I'm sorry you've had to meet up with these two hellions Scorpious, but I would have sworn I warned you..." He trails off and merely chuckles when Merry swats him in the arm.

"Uncle Haarrrry," she whines. "Don't be so meaaaaaaaaaaan."

"Then don't put a pair of mating frogs in my underwear dear Hell Merry." I chuckle at the nickname. It's a pretty cool nickname and I have a feeling that our year mates are going to agree with that nickname.

"I didn't! That was Uncle Ron's idea!" She squeals. He snorts in disbelief and she grouses, "Well... I might have taken the 'why don't you put a frog in his bed' suggest a little too far. But it was still so cool how you got rid of them! Though I do kinda miss Figgy and Wiggy..." He laughs and gives her a hug.

"I have to work now, but you can ride the boats in with me." He says and we all nod. He steps away and touches his throat muttering a quiet spell. Suddenly his voice booms out, "First year students! Please gather close! Professor Hagrid and I will be taking you to the school via boats. All older students please assemble and await your carriages. Your prefects will be leading and organizing you! Welcome new students, and welcome back returnees to Hogwart's School of Witchcraft and Wizardry!" The students start moving forward and I can't help but smile as the girls wrap their arms through mine and drag me after his billowing figure. This was going to best time ever.

...o0O0o...

I greet smile at the new History teacher and ignore the Divinations teacher who simpers at me coyly. Urgh, I brush her off with a resolute glare. The new teacher, Nowlins was it? Nods at me in sympathy and we organize the first years quickly. I calm nerves with soft pats and murmured confidences. More than one hand reaches out and I squeeze it gently. Scorpious and Merrideth are standing next to each other and he tries to keep her from fidgeting and turning back to stare at Rose longingly. I stifle a chuckle and look at her warningly. She straightens out and faces forward with a grimace. I can hear the rest of the school settling onto the benches and take a deep breath.

"Ready?" I mutter to Nowlins who gives a slight nod, I swish my wand and with a silent charm a fan fair rings out and the large wooden doors swing open. Leading the lines in I glide serenely to the front and smile at Minerva and Neville who give me slight nods. I glance over to the Potion Masters placement and almost trip and fall on my face. Dressed simply in cleanly cut black robes is a man who looks like he hasn't aged in fifteen years, Severus Snape. We exchange a glance, his assessing, mine welcoming. Offering him a slight nod I stop at the front as another charm goes into effect and booms out, "WELCOME FIRST YEARS!" This year has just got a lot more interesting.