A figure in a long, blood-red, hooded cloak trudge along the path of Privit Drive. The figure had the hood pulled tightly over the head, but lowered it as it neared number 4. It was a female. The street-lamp towered high over her, lighting up her face. The silence was made worse by the click click click of her heels. The wind blew harshly, making her long, green hair blow out behind her in the wind.

She strode up the garden path, and knocked twice on the door. When no one answered, she checked her watch. Eight. She knocked again. Finally, a woman answered. At first she was taken aback by the visitors vivid green hair and stunning brown eyes, but quickly recovered.

'What?' She snapped.

'You put an ad in the paper looking for a maid. It said you willing to pay a certain amount. Well, I can be your maid, do twice the work you want, for half the money, if you can provide a room. I take up little space, I assure you, and will clean up after myself.'

The woman at the door pursed her lips.

'Hum. Fine, but do be quick, come in,'

Once inside, the two woman introduced themselves.

'I'm Mrs. Petunia Dursely, but you shall refer to me as 'miss' or 'mam' at all times,'

'I'm Miss. Denise Herder. Pleasure,'

Petunia led Denise into her living room, and began to discuss wage. Once settled, Petunia called down the rest of the family.

'This is my husband, Vernon Dursely and my son Dudley.' Denise shook hands with each of them in turn.

'And this,' Petunia said, frowning, 'is my nephew, Harry Potter. Better stay out of his way, he's an orphan, and his parents deaths caused him mental distress,'

Denise's eyes hovered over the sixteen-year-old boy. For a mentally ill teenager, he looked fine.

'You, boy, are sleeping in the cupboard. Go get your stuff,' Petunia snapped. Harry sighed and grabbed his few belongings. He stuffed them into the cupboard while Petunia showered their guest her room.

'I will begin work first thing tomorrow morning,' Denise said, putting her bag on her new bed once Petunia had given it new sheets.

Petunia nodded and left. It was then Denise noticed the cat flap on the door, and bars on the window.

Petunia hates cats Denise thought. Then she thought of Harry.

'Poor boy,' she muttered. She un-packed her bags and pulled out her wand. Yes, she had a wand. She stared at it for a few seconds, muttered a quick charm, the put it in her inside pocket.

Harry, in his cupboard, shivered. He felt as though something was watching him, from behind. He turned around, but there was no one there.

Denise stared into the mirror. She was just over thirty, thin and white. Ghostly white. Her green, waist length hair made it easy to spot her among the other things going on in the mirror. She was keeping an eye on Harry.

Harry lay down on his bed. He was tired, it had been a long day. And that new maid was very weird; there was just something about her. She seemed to know the house well, and only took interest on things that had been added while Harry lived there, not on where everything else was.

He heard Dudley wining in the kitchen about the lack of chocolate. Harry smirked. He knew why there wasn't any chocolate; during the day when the rest of the family was out, the school nurse had slipped in. There were barely any foods left. The maid would have trouble feeding Dudley in the morning.

But to his surprise, he was awoken early that morning by the smell of bacon. There hadn't been any bacon in the house yesterday…

He found Denise cooking in the kitchen. She had bacon, eggs, toast, sausages and chips going at the same time.

'Breakfast is on the table,' the maid said when she saw Harry.

'The miss said you eat little because of your 'mental health' problem, but I don't believe there is one not-hungry teenager in the U.K.'

Harry laughed. He actually gave a proper laugh. Denise smiled at him and he began to eat. Before the rest were even awake, all traces of Harry's massive breakfast were cleaned away. Harry rushed back into his cupboard as he heard Vernon getting dressed, as to not get the new maid in trouble; she was nice.

Denise managed to cook an adequate breakfast that morning, earning points with the family. She cooked the dishes, washed the surfaces, made the beds, hovered each room in turn, cleaned the kitchen floor, dusted and arranged many flowers, all in one morning, from seven thirty to one. She then made lunch, cleaned up, then made herself some lunch. She sat at the table alone, as the rest (excluding Harry) had gone into the back garden.

A sudden shouting could be heard, and Denise looked through the kitchen window and into the back yard. Harry was being yelled at. He hadn't done his weekend chores in the garden. Denise swore loudly, and ran outside.

'YOU DARE TO MOCK US? YOU BLAME YOUR LAZINESS ON YOUR STUPID THOUGHTS? YOU THOUGHT IT WAS THE MAIDS JOB?' Vernon roared.

'I told him to leave them,' Denise panted.

'What?'

'I told him I would do the chores. I to thought it was my job,'

Petunia pursed her lips, eyeing Denise's green hair.

'Hum,' Vernon huffed, but let Harry go back inside the house with Denise.

'Thanks,' Harry muttered.

'Sure,' Denise said, cleaning up the remains of her lunch.

'Don't have friends to meet?' Denise asked.

'Nope, no friends. Well, I do but they're at Hog-my boarding school,' Harry replied.

It was Denise's turn to purse her lips.

'You could call one,'

'The Dursely's would kill me,'

Denise looked at him oddly.

'They don't have to know, go see if you can go to one of their houses. I can drop you off,'

'How? You don't drive,'

'Ah, but you see, I haven't been totally honest yet. Go ring your friend,'

Harry ran off, and bounded back into the kitchen happily.

'The Weasly's said I could spend the rest of the day-or as long as I want-at theirs,'

'Great,' Denise said, hanging up her apron 'It'll just be a day else the 'miss' will go berserk with me,'

'So how are we going to get there?' Harry asked.

'Okay, so we start with the basics. I know you're a wizard, I'm a witch and I know your friend is a wizard. So, I had the fireplace connected to floo for the summer,'

Harry stared at her.

'Don't worry,' she said smiling 'I'm not a death eater,' Denise assured him, leading him into the living room. She handed him a pot of green floo powder. She ushered him into the fire.

'And don't tell the others,' she winked at him as he left.

Harry and Ron were ecstatic to see each other after the end of the years' events. They spent the day chatting at the Burrow, and Harry explained about the new maid.

'Hum,' Ron replied 'I suppose she's harmless. Just a witch looking for a job in a muggle community…maybe Dumbledore sent her to look after you!'

'I guess…' But that made Harry feel worse; Dumbledore couldn't trust him so much he had to send a permanent body guard. Yippee.

Denise got on with her jobs quietly, and greeted Harry with a quick dinner, then ushered him into his 'room' as the 'miss' came in.

And so the first week of the summer holidays passed without great incident. Harry regularly went over to Rons', until the floo was cut off because of another attack from Voldermort. The trio and the other Weasly's were once again forced into living in Sirius's old place. It brought back horrible memories. However, Denise to came, and helped out as the order's new maid. Dumbledore seemed to know her well, but the others did indeed treat her as the maid, and nothing more. She was there to clean, and that's what she did.

Harry frequently found himself bumping into her. It did indeed seem like she was trying to keep an eye on him…

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