Summary – An original concept of the overused plot! Au, Harry and Sirius are able to be a family due to a Stranger who just wants friends.
Disclaimer – I do not own anything of the Harry Potter series.
Dream a dream of Happiness
Part 1 of 5
Summer time in Little Winning, Surrey, was like any other summer. People watered their lawns and washed their nice looking cars. Kids played out side either at the play park or strolled around with their friends looking for some sort of mischief to get into.
Dudley Dursley and his friends were currently doing the second pass time of Summer. The group of boys strolled along, looking for a house to destroy when they came upon a moving truck and a red minni van of which had just pulled up into the drive way of Number 13. They saw two adults and one kid get out of the van.
"Wow, how lovely!" the woman said.
"I told you it was nice, dear," the man said to his wife.
"I think it's normal," the kid said. She was tall and had deep red hair.
Dudley and the boys kept walking up the street, they wanted to get a good look at the new family on the block. No doubt, Dudley thought, that his mother had already known about this family moving in. All the same, he at least wanted to see what was going on.
"How so you mean, normal? Dear?" the woman asked.
"It looks like all the other houses on the stupid block," the girl replied.
"It does at that, maybe a few plastic flamingo's will help," the man said.
As Dudley got closer, he could hear them speaking more clearly and he knew that the family wasn't from around these parts. They had no accent whatsoever, which made them sound the same to him. The movers started to move stuff into the house while the mother sent her daughter to explore the neighborhood.
"Hey! You live around here?" the girl said when she turned to see Dudley and the other boys. They now saw that she liked pirates, she wore jeans and a shirt that said "Wanted: Jack Sparrow" with the picture of Jack Sparrow in between the words. Her hair was in a pony tail and she had a nice smile for them.
"Yeah," Dudley replied.
"I live at number 4," he said.
"Ah, I see, well – I gotta go and take a walk. Maybe I'll see ya'll later," she said, and with that she crossed the street and went in the general direction of the play park. All the while singing a song about rum and fifteen men on a dead mans chest.
"She's hot," one of the boys said.
"No she isn't," Dudley just rolled his eyes.
Harry Potter was glad to finally escape the Dursley house. He had been cleaning all day and he was damned tired of it. He wished he had done something to actually deserve it, however, just being himself and existing seemed to be the excuse his Aunt and Uncle used in order to punish him.
Harry pushed his hair back and slumped his shoulders; from behind he heard footsteps. His hand slipped to his back pocket to grip his wand. But the friendly voice from behind surprised him (though he still had the feeling of death eater).
"Hi! I'm looking for the play park, do you know where it is?" the voice asked.
"Er – yeah," he shrugged.
"Great…could you give me directions? Or are you going there? Maybe we could walk together," the girl said. She had a wide smile and something about her had Harry in a trusting mood all of a sudden. But he tried to keep his barriers up.
"I am going there, I guess you could walk with me," he shrugged again.
"Great, I'm Keziah Lords, but you can call me Kizzy," she said.
"Harry, I'm Harry Potter," the boy replied.
"Nice to meet you Harry, where do you live?" she asked.
"You first," Harry said.
"I live at Number 13 Privet Drive," she easily supplied. Harry now doubted that she was a death eater.
"Number 4," he had to say.
"You live with that boy….the – er—"
"The fat one? Yeah, he's Dudley Dursley," Harry said.
"Ah, he was rather interested when we drove up. I saw him and his friends looking when we got here. Is he your cousin or step brother? I can't see any family resemblance, though don't take that the wrong way," Kizzy said.
"Oh, don't worry about it," Harry had to laugh, "You got it right the first time," he said.
"Ah, I see. So where are you visiting from?" Kizzy asked.
"Er – Scotland," Harry replied.
"Coolness, I'm visiting from the States. My parents are going to live here though," she said,
"Oh? Why?" now Harry was curious. They continued to walk down the street while they talked.
"I'm apprenticed, it's rather hard to get apprenticed these days," she sighed.
"What are you studying?" Harry asked.
"Oh the normal…Transfiguration…"
Harry cut her off.
"Wait, are you telling me you're a witch?" he asked.
"Well, yeah, and you have got to be a wizard. I must admit, I saw your wand from behind and decided to talk to you. I don't have many friends and those I have I can't talk to about school. All they know is that I am home schooled and have a tutor," Kizzy shrugged.
"Wow, what school do you go too?" he asked.
"I don't got to any school. I'm from America, it's different there," she replied with a small giggled.
"How so?" Harry asked.
"Well, we're taught by our parents first and then we get apprenticed. I do know people who come here to England to get apprenticed," Kizzy replied.
"I see, is that good?"
"I suppose so. I have a teacher who majors in one subject but can help me in all of it. How about your school system?" Kizzy asked.
"Well, we go to a boarding school, I go to Hogwarts. We have different teachers," Harry said.
"Ah, I see, that sounds rather inviting to be honest," Kizzy said.
"What is your favorite subject?" Harry suddenly asked.
"I like Charms the best, but I am total crap at potions," Kizzy laughed.
"Yeah, I know someone like that,"
They entered the play park and made way for the swings. Kizzy was glad she had found someone who she could talk to about school. Harry was a small kid but he was rather interesting. She did know, however, that he did not like to be noticed and that he was slightly jumpy.
"Why are you jumpy?" Kizzy asked.
"One word: Voldemort," Harry replied.
"Oh, the Dude who wants to kill everyone and take over England? I've heard about him and his stupid followers, talk about idiocy at its finest," Kizzy muttered.
"What do you mean by that?" Harry asked. He looked around for Death Eaters who might pop out at that comment.
"Well, don't you think it's rather odd that he's only going for England and not the world?" she asked.
"Er – no,"
"Well, it is, and I should know because I am a writer," Kizzy replied.
"How do you know that?"
"It's easy, he's not ambitious enough. Well, not liked Sadam is, that Dude is worst than Voldemort, he may be a muggle, but he's damn good at torture," Kizzy replied.
"That sounds…bad," Harry muttered.
"I'm sure that if Sadam wasn't a muggle we'd have an even bigger problem on our hands. Anyway, how are you dealing with it all? I mean, it has got to be hard to be the Boy-Who-Lived and all that crap," Kizzy said.
"Yeah it's…wait a second…how did you?"
"How did I know? I'm a writer, I've done some research. Not much, but I at least know what is going on," she shrugged.
"Ah,"
"Sorry about Black though, I don't think he killed your parents. From everything I've read (despite that which was written in the Prophet, but I hate that paper) he sounded like a good guy. It seems to me that it goes against his character to turn his friends over to someone he hated, a lot. With a passion, actually," Kizzy said.
"He does hate Voldemort with a passion, and he didn't kill my parents. It was Wormtail,"
"The Dude who died?"
"Yeah,"
"So, what do you mean by that?" Kizzy asked. Harry started the swing going and Kizzy followed. It was getting to be late evening but neither were wanting to go home.
"Wormtail is alive," Harry said.
"That completely sucks," Kizzy said.
"No doubt about that. We lost him too, so we can't get Sirius' name cleared," Harry said.
"I get it now. From what I know and from what you have just told me. Not to mention to make a long story short, I shall surmise that it was actually Wormtail who betrayed you and your parents to Voldemort and not your Godfather. That is actually a good plot for a book, don't you think?" Kizzy asked.
"I don't want anyone to write a book about me," Harry muttered.
"Neither would I, anyway, do you want to have dinner at my house? You look thinner than you did in all those photographs in the papers,"
"What do you mean by that? Photographs?" Harry asked.
"Oh, there was this whole big article about you in the Columbine Tymes – that's the United States version of the Daily Prophet – there were at least five pages to it," Kizzy replied.
"Wow," Harry couldn't believe it.
"Yeah, it was cool. I saved it in my memory book. My kids are one day going to look at that and they'll even think its cool. Let's go eat, my Dad is making burgers tonight," she said.
"Mom! Dad! I'm home and I brought a friend with me!" Kizzy said. Mrs. Lords came out of the kitchen of which she had just finished unpacking.
"Kizzy, who is your friend?" Mrs. Lords asked.
"This is Harry, he lives at Number 4," Kizzy replied.
"How wonderful! Come in, Sunny is just getting done with the barbeque," Mrs. Lords said. Kizzy showed Harry into the kitchen were Mrs. Lords was setting another place at the table.
"And guess what else, Mom? Harry here is a wizard, isn't that cool?"
"Really? I am so glad! Oh Harry, I hope you and Kizzy become good friends. I'm telling you, this girl needs someone to get her heads out of the clouds!" Mrs. Lords joked. Harry gave her a smile.
"I hope so too, I don't have many friends either and none of them live near enough to have any fun with," he said.
"Maybe tomorrow we could do something," Kizzy said.
"I can help you get settled in, I don't have anything better to do," Harry shrugged.
"That would be a great help, we're planning on painting the front room tomorrow," that was the entrance of Mr. Sunny Lords.
"Sunny, this is Harry, he lives just down the street," Mrs. Lords said.
"How do you do, Harry?" Mr. Lords asked.
"I am fine, and you?" Harry asked politely.
"Very fine, well, lets all dig in. What is your poison of choice Harry? Coke, diet Coke or Pepsi?" Mr. Lords asked.
"Pepsi, please," Harry said. Mr. Lords got the two liter out and poured a cup for Harry and his daughter.
"Only Mom and Dad drink Coke. Pepsi is sweeter," Kizzy said.
"Indeed," Harry had to agree.
Harry didn't want to go home, he had fun with the Lords Family. After dinner they got out Muggle Monopoly and taught Harry how to play. They played the game for hours till Mrs. Lords won and it was time for Harry to go home. He gave them his farewells before he left and now he walked under the star light and street lamps.
Number 4 was lit up even though it was only nine o'clock. Dudley was probably trying to stay up later, which usually happened all the time. Harry silently entered the house. Dudley was watching the telly but every other light was off. Harry sneaked up to his bedroom.
Once in his bedroom he sent off a letter to Ron and Hermione. Then he sent one to Dumbledore asking him about the Lords Family and to see if they were followers of Voldemort. Harry decided that it would be best if he be on the safe side of everything.
A/N – Okay, I hope that Kizzy isn't a Mary Sue. To help you all out with any doubts she will not fall in love with Harry or anyone else. She is just there to get the plot going. This will be a relatively short fic. But I shall update soon.
Ta, Midnight Island