Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or anything that goes with it.  I am not making any money form this just loosing sleep.  I should be sleeping right now. Ch1 The Letter Phoenix, Arizona USA

Iris was just finishing up cleaning the sunroom from her art class that afternoon.  She was an art teacher by trade but during the summer she taught art classes out of her home.  Along with her personal work she did all year round to sell at various fairs and galleries.  As far as finances go she was fairly well off.  Her parents had died in a plane crash when she was 10 so her grandparents (on her dads side) had raised her until she had left for college.  They had both passed away before her 25th birthday leaving her their house and everything in it.  Between that and the life insurance money that she got when her parents died she had a bit of a nest egg.  She had been living in her grandparent's house, now her house for the past three years.  It had three bedrooms, a front room, a kitchen, a patio, a sunroom, and a library.  All of which sat on a two-acre property.  It was great but it could also get pretty lonely.  Not that she didn't have friend but friend aren't family.  Besides that she had always thought about herself as being a bit different. 

````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````

Iris's mother was driving her to her children's singing group practice.  Iris was about 6 or 7 at the time.  They were running late so her mother thought to herself.  When we get there I'll tell her to open the door and jump out As she was thinking this Iris turned to her mother and said "Mommy a voice inside my head is telling me to open the door and jump out" Her mother looked at she and then back to the road and just said "not yet honey"

````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````

That kind of thing had happened a lot when she was young but less and less as she got older and only with family members.  She also seemed to be a natural antenna clearing or making static on TVs and radios depending on where she was in the room or if she was touching it. (A/N: Is that something a lot of people can do?  Let me know I'm not sure.)

When she was done straitening up she headed to the front room and turned on the computer.  Her mother and grandmother had been big on genealogy and had kept very detailed records with pictures and dates and other information. She had never been as absessed with it as they were and the way everyone was related to everyone else just confused her, but she still had all their work and pulled it out every now and then.  She stuck in a CD that contained the more recent generations.  She brought up her grandmothers generation and started working her way down.  Dead Dead Dead Dead Dead Dead.Dead Dead. 

Wait not dead! Who's this?  Mrs. Petunia Dursley married, one son.  Iris looked over the screen.  She's my dad's sister's kid so that would make her my cousin.  There was a picture of her, her husband, and a baby.  "I guess grandma didn't get a chance to update the photos.  That baby should be in his teens according to his birth day."

As she looked more closely at this part of the family tree she saw that she had another cousin named Lilly.  She clicked on the picture and looked over Lilly's screen.  Married to one James Potter deceit.  Cause of death: Car Crash.  One son: Harry James Potter  There was no picture of Harry or his Dad, that was odd.  If a picture existed my grandma usually had it.  Iris clicked on Harry's name and it linked her to his page.  There wasn't much there, just a note saying: Parents killed while an infant.  Put under the care of his aunt and uncle Mr. & Mrs. Dursley.  Some how it seems wrong that there were pictures missing and that that was all that was written about this, Harry.  Perhaps she could get in touch with the Dursleys and get his picture and information about what's been going on in his life.  She could at least keep the files update, that was much easier than researching Welsh tribes of the 1500's.

Iris went back to the Dursleys page and looked up their address.  4 Privet Drive  Iris used the Internet to quickly look up where this was.  "England!  I didn't know I had relatives living in England!  I knew that's where my ancestors came from but not that I had a cousin living there." 

"Hmmm.I think I have an idea." a glint came in to her eye and she began to compose a letter.

A few weeks later on Privet Drive

It was another normal Tuesday and the mail had just arrived.  Mrs. Dursley picked up the mail and was beginning to sort through it when she came across one that was a bit odd looking.  It was post marked from the United States of America and addressed to Mrs. Petunia Dursley

The USA, I don't know anyone from there, she thought to herself.  She set down the rest of the mail and opened the letter. 

Dear Petunia,

          My name is Miss Iris Longhorn.  I have recently been looking into my family history and found it lacking in some current information.  That is why I would like to ask for your assistance.  You see I have recently learned that you are my cousin.  I was quit shocked to discover I had such a close relation living so far from me.  I had known that my roots were in England but had not known that some of my family was still there.  I have found in my records that I have very little information on your nephew Harry Potter.  I know that it must have been hard on you having another child suddenly under your care like that and think you must be a most virtuous and caring person.  Accordingly I would like to do something that I believe would be to the benefit of both of us.  I know that school is currently out and having two teenage boys around the house all the time can be completely nerve wrecking.  I would like to invite Harry to stay with me during the summer.  I have no family of my own near and it would give me a chance to update my genealogy.  I hope also that this will give you some semblance of peace and quiet in your home for a few months.  I have enclosed with this letter a plane ticket and instructions in order for him to find me that the airport.  I assure you I will take good care of him while he is away.  Best wishes to you and your family.  PS: Please sent current pictures of yourself, your husband, your son and any other children you my now have for my genealogy information as well as anything you would like to add about your life.

                                                                             Sincerely,

                                                                             Iris Longhorn

 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Harry was in his room working on an assignment for school when he heard a loud thud.  He looked up from his paper at Hedwig his snowy white owl.  Then he heard Dudley yell "MOM!" shortly followed by Uncle Vernon's "Petunia Dear!" 

Harry jumped out of his seat and out to the stairs to see what had happened.  He stopped when he saw his Aunt Petunia lying on the ground unconscious with a letter in her hand.  Uncle Vernon was half kneeling beside her trying to fan her with another piece of mail.  "What happened?" asked Harry not particularly caring.

Uncle Vernon turned to him with a red face "Its none of your business what happened.  Go to your room."

Harry went back to his room and started working on his schoolwork again.  "Well that's what I get for trying to be polite," Harry said to Hedwig.  A few minutes latter Harry could hear Uncle Vernon yelling and Aunt Petunia trying to calm him.  Dudley would break in now and then to add his two cents into the matter.  This time Harry just ignored them.  As soon as he stepped out of the door they would just yell at him to get back in his room anyways.  Then Harry realized the shouting had stopped.  He heard heavy footsteps on the stairs and then his door flew open.  There stood an almost purple Uncle Vernon breathing heavily.

"Pack your things," he practically yelled.

"What?" said Harry in disbelief and confusion.

"Your heard me Pack Your Things.  Your going to America" With that his uncle threw something in the room and slammed the door.  Hedwig gave hoots of alarm but Harry just stared. 

"America?", he finally said.  What's going on.

 Authors Note So what do you think do far good, bad, neither, both.  I have a general plot in mind but if you want to make subjections about what you would like to happen I will see if I can fit them in somewhere.  Please REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW.  The more reviews I get the faster I'll write.  Well I had better wrap this up I have a test tomorrow *looks at the clock* or should I say today and I haven't studied at all.  It's a good thing I'm a night person.  Night good Day bad.

PS: I have worked a little on the grammar I hope it's a little better now.