Summary: One little thing can change Harry's world. What if Lily had two sisters? This is the story of Harry's life with Rose Marie Evans. Manipulative! Dumbledore and Ron/Ginny Bashing.

Pairing/s: LV/HP(maybe) RE(OC)/SS DM/Fem BZ FW/OC/GW

Warnings: Dumbledore bashing,Manipulative!Dumbledore and Ron/Ginny Bashing, fake Prophecy, Smart!Dark(notevil)!Harry, Alive!Regulus

Chapter One: The Letter

Privet Drive Four was a quiet, ordinary street with perfectly normal people. And the Dursley's were a perfectly family with perfectly normal lives and a perfectly normal home, they were of course asleep as it was late at night. However, there were two people walking the street who certainly were not of the normal kind. These two People where Albus Dumbledore and Minerva McGonagall.

"They are the worst kind of Muggles you can ever meet, Albus!" said Professor McGonagall.

"It's the best place for him," said Dumbledore firmly. "His aunt and uncle will be able to explain everything to him when he's older. I've written them a letter."

"A letter?" repeated Professor McGonagall faintly, sitting back down on the wall. "Really, Dumbledore, you think you can explain all this in a letter?"

"Now, now, Minerva, Harry will be safe with them and they are his only live relatives"

"Shouldn't you've waited until the will is read? Lily would never want her son with such people, Albus"

"My dear Minerva, you and I both know Lily and James could not get around to making a will." Albus spoke as he laid Harry gently on the doorstep, took a letter out of his cloak, tucked it inside Harry's blankets, and then came back to the other two. Professor McGonagall blinked furiously, and the twinkling light that usually shone from Dumbledore's eyes seemed to have gone out. "Well," said Dumbledore finally, "that's that. We've no business staying here. We may as well go and join the celebrations."

Dumbledore turned and walked back down the street. On the corner he stopped and took out the silver Put-Outer. He clicked it once and twelve balls of light sped back to their street lamps so that Privet Drive glowed suddenly orange and he could make out a tabby cat slinking around the corner at the other end of the street. He could just see the bundle of blankets on the step of number four.

"Good luck, Harry," he murmured. He turned on his heel and with a swish of his cloak, he was gone.

Hours later as the sun slowly rose the small bundle that was Harry Potter jumped at the screams from Mrs. Dursley as she opened the front door to put out the milk bottles and found him. She slowly picked him and placed him in one of Dudley's many highchairs then turned her attention to the letter.

Dear Mrs. Dursley,

It is with a heavy heart and with my deepest regrets that I must inform you of the deaths of your sister, Lily, and her husband, James Potter. As your sister may have informed you, the Potters were in hiding from a dark wizard known as Lord Voldemort. Voldemort entered the Potter home and killed both James and Lily by means of the killing curse. Please, take comfort in the fact that the killing curse is instantaneous; your sister will not have felt any pain before she passed. One blessing from this terrible tragedy is that Harry survived the attack, plucked from the rubble of their home. It is hard to be certain why your nephew survived, it is my belief that his mother's sacrifice protected him love is a bond that is very difficult to break, Mrs. Dursley. And that is why I have left Harry here to you, for the last Evans blood relative because in your blood is the love Lily left behind. As long as you provide young Harry with a place to call home that protection should suffice. I have also placed blocks on his magic, I only ask one thing of you and that is you do not school Harry special treatment. I also would prefer it if the exact circumstances of his parents death were not revealed to Harry. I should not be in contact with you until it is time to send Harry is letter, which will be his 'invite' to our school'

Wishing you the very best in the future

Yours sincerely

Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore

Petunia snorted. "That manipulative bastard. Well Harry your freakiness can't stay here. What would the neighbors think?" She sneered down at him. Harry started blankly at his aunt and her walked over to the cupboard under the stairs and pulled out a small mirror.

"Rose?" Petunia whispered into the mirror.

A very pretty woman with thick, dirty blonde hair much like Petunia's that fell around her shoulders and bright green almond-shaped eyes appeared in the mirror.

"Tunia? Why are you calling? Is it Harry? I couldn't find him" the women sobbed.

"Yes Rose! He is here that Dumbledore left him on the doorstep come and take him away! You know how Vernon and I feel about you and Lily's world"

There was a crack and now standing beside Mrs. Dursley was a young woman with tear stained eyes. The young women, Rose Evans turn and pulled Harry into her arms.

"The things I have heard! Thank you Tuney" Rose exclaimed.

"Yes now go before Vernon awakes" Petunia sneered at her younger sister.

And with another CRACK they were gone.

-o-

Paris, France

"Welcome to your new home Harry" Rose smiled down at Harry "I'm your Auntie Rosie." Harry smiled "Ro-sie" Rose nodded. "Look Harry I'm take care of you but I'm only 19 and fresh out of Beauxbatons so this is going to be a hard for us both"

Harry smiled and nodded