Disclaimer: J.K Rowling owns everything except the Grandparents, but hey, maybe even they belong to her too. Just to be safe.

PROLOGUE

It was a late summer's evening and all the inhabitants of Private Drive had retreated to the warmth of their houses. If one would walk down the street they would find each window in each house glowing from either a fire or lamp lit within. This year it was not a hot and humid summer as it had been years before, but a damp and cold summer filled with smog, icy winds and the desire to stay within one's home and read a good book.

The summer had been quite eventful for the street of Private Drive and the most unusual thing the inhabitants had noticed was a white owl every once in a while leaving from a specific house and flying off into the distance, to return anywhere from the next day to a full week later. There were no children out playing, for there were few children on Private Drive at all. The street was mostly made up of couple's which did not want children, or the random elderly couple whose children had already grown up and moved out. There was one house on Private Drive that had not one but two children, or more appropriately, teenagers. One whom each couple on Private Drive admired his parents for, and another who turned eyebrows up for his constant messy jet black hair.

Harry Potter sat in the living room of Number Four, Private Drive staring mindlessly at the fire as it burned the wooden log slowly. Each ember sputtered and burst as it fell off the log, and Harry felt as if with each fallen ember, a piece of his consciousness was falling too. He brought his hand to his face and rubbed his eyes vigorously in effort to keep him awake. His eyes flickered to the clock which read 11:44 PM. Ha…16 minutes until I'm 16, Harry thought with slight amusement. Harry's mind wandered to the previous school year…What am I going to do now that Sirius is gone…am I going to be stuck at Private Drive until 7th year? Harry though annoyed. There goes the only real family I ever imagined…His eyes flickered once more to the clock. 5 more minutes. Harry pulled the blanket that he was wrapped inside tighter and repositioned himself on the couch. It was 5 minutes until his 16th birthdays and still no letters or gifts. Maybe they have forgotten this year…maybe I'm just too much of a problem now. Harry thought, feeling slightly sadder than he had been before, which was surprising since he had felt pretty low to begin with.

Harry started to wish someone was around, even his bickering Aunt Petunia would be an improvement, rather than Harry spending the minutes before his 16th birthday huddled alone in front of the fire. His Aunt, Uncle and Cousin were away on vacation and would be returning the next morning. He had went downstairs to the living room because his room felt quite lonely now that Hedwig had been gone for the past 3 days. Maybe she's off getting my birthday presents…Harry thought hopefully. But she's usually here by now. Harry looked at the clock. One Minute. Harry's insides did a funny sort of jolt. He felt somewhat excited about turning 16. It was the only good excitement he had felt in quite a while.

Cookoo, cookoo. It was exactly mightnight and Harry James Potter was officially 16 years old. He looked around as if to expect people to jump out and yell "surprise!" but once again, there was nobody there. Nothing but the crackling of the fire and faint and distant howl of a dog, and the unmistakable sound of two people falling out of the chimney. Harry bolted upright and held his want tight in his fist as he watched two wizards covered in ashes stand upright. They were hidden under black clocks, and Harry felt uneasy not knowing who these intruders were.

"Who are you?" Harry asked in a sort of panicked but forceful tone. The two intruders turned around not having noticed Harry. The first to look at Harry was a man of about fifty with grayish brown hair, striking green eyes which Harry felt looked quite familiar. He looked at Harry with an expression almost unreadable and inappropriate for the situation as Harry saw it. The man looked at Harry with a loving and excited look on his face as he nudged the other figure next to him. The other figure turned around and looked at Harry in the same way. This time it was a woman of about the same age with flaming red hair with a few streaks of grey. Her eyes were bright blue and she took a step towards Harry with her hands towards his face. Harry surprised and confused took a step backwards falling onto the couch with a plop.

"Who-wh-who are you two?" Harry stammered nervously. Ignoring him, the woman turned to the man next to her.

"Oh George, look," The woman started, then pointed to his eyes. "He had Lily's eyes."

"Yes, I see the boy does." Said the other man with a warm smile on his face.
Harry tried once again to find out who the two people were.

"Excuse me, but who are you guys?" Harry asked once more with more demand.

The woman turned from the man to Harry and placed a hand on his shoulder.

"Dear," the woman said in a motherly tone. "We're your Grandparents."

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Ok so what do you guys think? It's kinda a longshot but I think its a cool idea. this is suppost to be like what book 6 would start off as, FYI. So yeah. If I get enough reviews I'll continue with the story so be sure to read and give me a real good review ;).