"Harry get down here!" a man's voice yelled from down stairs. Harry sat up in bed and wiped his eyes. A tear trickled down his face. He had just had a dream about his parents, Lily and James Potter.

"Would you get down here!"? The voice screamed once again. Harry sighed and jumped out of bed. The morning was rather gray as he could remember it. A thick fog hung over the ground, and clouds were stretched throughout the sky. Harry Potter walked down to the kitchen, where he saw his aunt, uncle, and cousin. Uncle Vernon turned in his seat and glared at Harry.

"What took you so long boy?" Harry didn't answer. Uncle Vernon stood up and walked toward him.

"Now you listen to me boy…" Uncle Vernon growled. Harry turned and his wand was in his hand.

"No you listen to me!" Harry pointed his wand at the very large man, and whispered some sort of spell. Vernon Dursley flew backward and landed in his seat.

"I have enough on my mind without you yelling at me," Harry continued, serving himself some bacon from the fryer, "I know your secret and I have every intention of telling whoever will listen." Dudley Dursley started to choke on his boiled potatoes, and looked at his father. None of them said a word. Now something everyone has to realize about the Dursleys was that they hated magic. Any sort of magic totally freaked them out. Harry also knew why. His aunt Petunia was a squib. People that were born from a magical family, but not magical at all. It was rather amusing to Harry, for he knew that his aunt was jealous.

"No!" Uncle Vernon hollered, slamming his fist into the wall. Two or three picture fell off the cabinet and he bent down to pick them up. Harry grinned and walked out of the room.

"I am going to Riley's house tomorrow," Harry yelled back at them. Suddenly the doorbell rang. Harry ran over to the door and pulled it open. Standing there was his uncle. Snape walked in and headed toward the kitchen.

"Um, professor…" Harry started to say as Snape disappeared from his sight. What is he doing here, Harry thought walking over to the kitchen. He peeked inside and saw Uncle Vernon and Snape staring at each other. They both wore frowns, and their hands were clenched into fists. Aunt Petunia was staring wide-eyed, and Dudley was squinting at Snape.

"Who are you?" Uncle Vernon choked out. Snape took a step forward, and Vernon stood up. Now they were both exchanging looks at each other, and then looking over at Harry. He shrugged and they turned back to each other.

"Severus Snape," Snape replied, never taking his eyes off Uncle Vernon, "Harry's uncle." A loud crash meant that Aunt Petunia had dropped a dish, which was now spread out on the floor broken to pieces.

"Reparo," Snape said, his wand in hand. All the pieces of glass sucked together. The plate looked brand new. Aunt Petunia picked it up off the floor and walked toward the men.

"You're Delilah's old husband," she said, looking shocked, "Riley's father. What do you want?" Snape snapped his head toward Harry.

"I'm here to pick up Harry," he told the Dursleys, "Riley says that he is coming over to our home, then they are going over to the Weasley's house." Harry heard footsteps from behind him. When he turned he gasped. Draco Malfoy was standing in the hallway.

"Come on Malfoy, and don't do that will you!" Harry yelled. Malfoy came out smirking.

"What is he doing here?" Uncle Vernon asked, actually looking quite frightened now.

"This is Draco Malfoy, my daughter's boyfriend. He will be coming as well. Harry go get your stuff." Snape was still staring at a now purple-faced Dursley. Uncle Vernon was filled with rage as he observed Malfoy.

"I don't want him in my house! Both of you get out!" Aunt Petunia suddenly screamed. Malfoy backed away. Harry turned and ran up the steps to go get his stuff. He could hear Malfoy's shoes clonking against the wooden steps, following him.

"Your uncle is scary!" Draco said, looking around the room. He smirked and walked over to the window. Owls were flying toward the window that Malfoy had just opened. He fell back as they flew in, almost running right into his face. Two of the owls Harry recognized, but the third one was a mystery to him. He guessed it was from Sirius so he decided to read it later. The first letter was from Hermione.

Harry,

It is at last almost our last year at Hogwarts! I can't wait! I have heard that seventh years get to do some wicked things! I'm at Ron's house right now. He is sitting right next to me laughing. I have absolutely no clue why. Why do I have to love the guys that have no self-control? Even I can't answer that. So when are you, Riley, and Draco coming? We have to know! Wait, Ron is dying to talk to you. Here he is…

Hey Harry! How have you been pal? Seventh is going to be great! The only horrible thing about it is that there is only one more year of Quidditch! It is the best sport ever created, Harry! We have to make pro! Absolutely have too Harry! Hermione is telling me not to get my hopes up. She can be and absolute pain at times. Now she is yelling at me, I swear if I could get through a day without her yelling or telling me to pay more attention, I would be amazed! Well see ya soon! Bye

Hermione and Ron

Harry smiled, and set that letter aside. Then he grabbed the next letter out of the other owl's talons. The next one was rather enjoyable.

Harry and my dearest Draco,

Hello boys! I have missed you both terribly. Ever since Draco and my dad left to have some male bonding time I have been so lonely. My mother is absolutely lovely, but it takes a lot out of you to stay in the same room with her for over an hour. I did visit America with Beverly over the summer. You remember her, we met at the Muggle School last year? Well her sister is so nice and her sister's baby is so darling. His named is Damon and he is so adorable. Hermione has already assured me that I will have more boys so I must think of more boy names. Draco, how do you feel about the name Kyle? Oh well I have found another name! You will learn to love it dear! And Harry how have you been? I haven't talked to you all summer. Well that doesn't matter because we will be seeing each other within days. My father has agreed to let me cut his hair! Isn't that wonderful. Maybe I can get him to dye his hair as well. Wouldn't he be a great blond, or maybe a red head? Well I can't wait to see you two and Ron and Hermione! Bye, love ya lots.

Riley Evans

"Kyle? Bryan? My boys will be called Draco Jr. and Terence! Boys names for goodness sake!" Draco screamed, so that the adults down stairs could probably hear him clearly. Harry blinked.

"You won't win Malfoy," Harry insisted, a smile immerging on his face. Malfoy sat down and sighed.

"I know and it is absolutely terrible!" Harry laughed as he got his chest and picked up Hedwig's cage. Both boys walked down the stairs, and closed their eyes when they heard yelling.

"No! I will not let him go!" Uncle Vernon was yelling at Snape.

"He has to! You fool! Harry is coming with me, and I will take him out of your care," Snape was replying, sounding amazingly calm. There was silence, and then Aunt Petunia spoke her mind.

"He must stay here, you don't have any idea what will happen to us…"

"I do know! Your curse will not be broken even if he stays here. You are not to hurt anyone. The Malfoy's are broken…" Snape was saying.

"I don't matter! That wizard put a curse on my family, and me and it is my duty to obey what ever they wish. If we don't we will surly be killed! This is not a matter of discussion." Uncle Vernon was sounding angrier by the minute. Snape ran out and took the boys by their wrists. Uncle Vernon ran out and tried to grab Harry's arm to pull him back, but they were already out the door. Suddenly Harry was flying. Not flying like birds fly in the sky, searching for food, but the way that you fly when you are holding on to a portkey. Buzzing filled Harry's ears, and the wind blew his hair back away from his face. Harry thought he was about to burst. Fortunately it stopped. The buzzing left and the wind had settled. Harry was afraid to open his eyes, worrying about what he would see. His eyes crept open and there standing before him was Riley. He screamed, and he suddenly realized that Malfoy has screamed as well. Riley put her hands on her hips and tapped her toe, looking extremely annoyed.

"Nice to see you too," she said, her eyebrows furrowing. Then she looked past them and at her father.

"Ready for your haircut dad?" she asked. Harry smiled and looked back at his teacher. Snape's eyes became wide and he stepped back slowly shaking his head. Riley pulled out a pair of scissors and nodded her head. Snape knew that he would have to let her do it.

"Now dad do you prefer a buzz cut, wavy, curly, red, brown, or yellow?" Riley grinned pulling out a can of hair dye. Harry and Draco heard him gasp. Both of them couldn't help laughing.

"Now doesn't that look much better?" Riley asked Snape when she was done. Riley handed him a hand-held mirror. Snape looked like he was about to cry when he saw his image in the mirror. He gulped, and opened his mouth to speak.

"It is…different," he exclaimed, looking over at the boys for help. Neither of them were much help anyway. They were holding back laughter. Riley had cut his hair in a choppy kind of look, and the front was standing straight up. The hair color they had decided on was brown. Snape had refused every other color.

"Oh I am so glad you love it dad!" Riley leaned over and kissed him on the cheek, "I'm going to go upstairs and clean up my room before I give Harry and Draco the tour of our house." When she was gone Snape stood straight up.

"This is a disaster! Look at my hair!" Snape yelled. Harry looked down at the floor, still holding back laughter.

"Will I get an A in your class if I say it doesn't look that bad?" Harry asked, chuckling. Snape glared at him, and then Malfoy started to laugh as well.

"You two are absolutely no help!" Snape threw his arms up and stomped out of the room. They both stopped, and glanced over at each other. But just looking at each other made them burst out in laughter. Once they had stopped laughing Riley came down and told them to follow her. She waved them over and they ran up the long wooden staircases, getting tired. Riley seemed used to the extreme workout it was going up the stairs without stopping to breathe or rest. When they finally came to the end, Harry saw a long hallway with many doors, leading into huge luxurious rooms. Of course Harry didn't know that, he only knew there were too many doors for him to count. He would find out if they were as magnificent as he had imagined in just a couple minutes. Malfoy and him walked by, mouths open, and examined the several paintings hanging from the walls. Pictures of cats, quidditch, Riley, and a lot of her sister Aileen. It was obviously not Snape's old house.

"You're right, this isn't my father's old house," Riley agreed, reading Harry's rather complicated mind, "He moved in since I found out. My mother agreed to it. Oh by the way you must meet my sister Aileen." Draco coughed, and smiled secretly. Harry didn't know what was going on, and to let everyone know the truth, he didn't. Riley's family (even though he was part of it), Riley's relationship, Riley's world, and Riley's powers were too confusing and chaotic to think about.