Beyond Privet Drive, King's Cross Station, Diagon Alley…Hogwarts… Hidden from the view of the world was a large country house nestled by apple orchards and cherry blossoms. Vines wrapped around the foundation posts of the bungalow giving it a mysterious aura. All of the French windows were draped with curtains or fabrics and as the wind blew they flew making the house look even more ghostly, the bricks of the house were either covered by moss or shattered slightly but the house was well kept and still looked quite presentable but the bright atmosphere that was there 15 years ago had clearly, slowly faded away and was replaced by a heavy sadness seeking to be hidden.

(Wow that's deep :D )

A woman at least 25 years of age sat among the orchards. Her family called her Ava for she had no friends, Evangeline Ward, of the prominent pureblood family…the once prominent pureblood family…

It was clear Ava had been working, her hands were rather dirty and her smock was in disarray. It was nearly sundown so she had sat down to rest. She sighed to herself. No one could see her bright blue eyes, hidden under her working hat, closing in depression. 'Who could ever live like this, it's pitiful.' But it wasn't she whom she pitied as she sat there untying her braids, making her hair fall carelessly on her bare shoulders.

A hushed bell could be heard around the home. Ava got up quickly; picking up her apple basket and dusting off the dirt from her bum, and ran toward the chalet swaying her basket to and fro.

"Miss Ava." A stout woman in her mid-50 greeted her as she approached the veranda.

"Hi Hattie." She said with a mile. Hattie Delft was the loyal Ward housekeeper, when their parents and her sister's husband, causing her sister to go into a depression, had died and at Dumbledore's request that they go into hiding, Hattie and her family willingly went with them and ever since stayed with them to provide help and company in their country home.

"Miss Emily is in her drawing room."

"Still?" Ava asked astonished. Hattie only nodded

"She hasn't had any nightmares yet. I haven't heard her scream yet." Hattie reported.

"That's good…She's getting better then…"

"After 15 years…she should be…" Hattie said escorting Ava in and taking the apples from her.

"You should make some apple pie Hattie, the apples are just right for it and I have a feeling it's going to be a special occasion today…maybe a visitor…." Ava said mysteriously. Hattie only smiled, she knew that like the rest of the Ward family Ava and her sister had their gifts, in Ava's case when Ava felt something Hattie never doubted her presumptions.

"I'll make some lamb chops too.." she laughed going into the kitchen.

Ava continued to the drawing room and ushered herself in. There sat a 25 year old Emily Ward, the eldest of Nathan Ward and Caroline Montague-Ward's daughters and the heir of the Ward fortune and to those who knew the secrets Dumbledore kept, she was who Lily Evans pretended and still pretends to be even now that she's gone. She was Emily Ward-Potter.

Author's Note: She was Mrs. Potter still thinking if she should be Harry's mom… And to make things clear, it is once again Dumbledore's genius that is working! Haha! Hope you like it!!! PLS REVIEW!!!! A banner would be very, very welcomed! :D