Alannah knocked on the door of her sister-in-law's house.

Vernon opened the door. "Who are you?" He asked, rudely.

"My name is Alannah Black, and I've come for my nephew, Harry." She said politely, while wanting to snap his blubbery neck.

Vernon looked etastic. "Please, come in."

Alannah knocked on the door to Harry's room. "May I come in?" She asked, loudly.

"Yes!" She heard.

Alannah opened the door, and had to steady herself. "Wow you look like Prongs." She breathed.

"Sorry, but, who are you?" Harry asked, curiously.

"I'm your Aunt Alannah. I understand that can be a mouthful, but you can call me Aunt Lannah, Annah, or Twitchy. I don't really care. I'm your father's younger twin. Your mother and I were the best of friends, as well." She explained.

Harry was trying to take this in. He had an Aunt, who seemed nice? No way. Too good to be true.

"I'm here to take you away. You never have to return."

Alannah waved her wand and all of his bags were packed.

"Aunt Lannah, where are we going?" He asked.

"You'll see." She smirked.

They went downstairs, and Alannah told Harru to wait outside.

"I know how you've treated my Nephew all these years." She started. "Tarantallegra"

Alannah laughed as started dancing uncontrollably. She then followed behind Harry, and out the door.

"Take my arm." She said. Harry shrugged, and took her arm.

He then felt this twisting feeling in his stomach, and wanted to throw up. Then he noticed they were in front of an old Victorian style house.

"Where are we?" Harry asked.

"Home. I hope you like it." Alannah said.

Harry's large grin was answer enough for her. She lead him inside. She opened the last door on the first floor. "And finally, your room. I hope you like it. I didn't know what your favorite colors were..." She trailed off, nervously.

"It's perfect." He said.

He caught sight of the picture on the nightstand. It was a picture of his parents, his Aunt, and two other men. They were laughing and smiling.

"That's my favorite picture of us. We took that in our seventh year at Hogwarts. We had no classes that day, and we were goofing around. Per usual." Alannah said, giggling.

November 7th 1977

"Come on Pete! Take it! Take the picture!" Alannah yelled at Peter.

"Alright, alright. Don't get your knickers in a twist, Annah."

She laughed. "Oi! Prongs! Lilypad! Quit flirting, and get your arses over here, and take a picture with us!"

They flushed in embarassment, and hurried over. "Shut up Twitchy." James growled at his sister.

Then they all started laughing, and Peter took that moment to take a picture.

Then James smirked, and looked at Alannah. "Prongs? Jamie? I know that look. Stop. Prongs!" Alannah laughed as he tickled her. James threw her over his shoulder. "James! Put me down! Padfoot! Help!"

"No can do, love." Sirius laughed.

"Moony?!" She shouted, despretely, as James carried ber towards the black lake.

"No can do, Twitch." Remus smirked.

Then James threw her in the black lake.

When she surfaced they all started laughing. They all ventured back into the castle, laughing, not knowing of the dangers to come.

"I'll have to tell you about how I decided to live all the way out here. It involves a bet, and your parents." Alannah smirked.

Harry beamed at the thought of learning more about his parents.

Maybe, things are starting to look up for me. He sighed. Just maybe.

[Hello. I just wanted to thank those who left very kind comments, that actually motivated me to make another chapter. Thank you very much, and I hope you enjoy my story.]