This idea popped in my head and wouldn't leave me alone, when I should have been doing other things. So of course I decided that I just had to write this and ignore more important things. therefore expect updates to be irregular.

Big fan of Harry Potter and the world that Rowling created but it's also a bit (understandably) simplistic. this is my attempt at showing the world she created in a more gritty way, while also exploring subjects that Rowling didn't touch on, and expanding the wizarding world in general; a bit of lightness, teenage drama, and fluff added to the blender and let's see what comes out.

There will be quite a divergence from canon(it's after all AU, with a time/dimension traveller, and a girl-who-lived) many OC's, and elements where I try to let my fantasy run wild. In my view is the wizarding world bigger than the small village Rowling made it seem sometimes. It will still be Harry centric.

perhaps as a final warning I should say that the story will progress slowly. They won't solve all their problems by lunchtime and celebrate the rest of the story.

Prologue

Lord Black returns to the political scene and demands trial for grandson.

Yesterday on Wednesday the 3th of July during the normal weekly meeting of the Wizengamot there was great surprise. After an absence of more than ten years Lord Arcturus Black returned to the political scene of wizarding Britain by taking up his rightful seat amongst his peers on the benches of that most esteemed body, the Wizengamot.

Lord black's presence turned a session that had promised to be most uneventful, into anything but. This reporter along with all the lords and ladies present were obviously stunned by the entrance of one of wizarding Britain's most esteemed members. However Lord Black was quickly welcomed back by his peers as if he had never left their side. Among others, Supreme Mugwump Albus Dumbledore spoke some kind words about how good it was to see Lord Black in good health and the Black family seat no longer vacant after all this time, and that surely with Lord Black's presence once more among them wizarding Britain's future looked all the brighter.

But despite the kind words of greeting the question on everyone's mind must have been the same: Why had Lord Black decided to return after all this time? The answer to this question didn't stay unanswered for long. After some procedural announcements Lord Black was given the floor for his maiden speech after his absence. The anger of Lord Black was felt by everyone from the get go. And this reporter can't blame his lordship for not having his emotions completely under control. I would even go as far as to compliment his lordship for his restraint on the subversion of justice that has befallen his last surviving grandson.

Lord Arcturus Black had taken a leave of absence after a series of tragedies befell his family in short order: The death of his father, Sirius Black. The death of his sister and brother-in-law, lady Dorea Potter and Lord Charles Potter, the grandparents of our very own Girl-who-lived. The death of his only son, Orion Black. The disappearance of one of his grandsons, whose fate still remains unknown, Regulus Black. The deaths of his nephew and his wife, James and Lily Potter. And the revelation that his other grandson was a supporter of he-who-must-not-be-named, convicted of betraying James and Lily potter to the Dark Lord and killing thirteen muggles as well as a youth friend, Peter Pettigrew, in the process of his arrest. Or so we all thought.

Lord Black showed everyone that while less distinguished members of our community had had their moment in front of the courts, a chance to defend themselves from the accusations brought against them, justly or unjustly, his grandson Sirius Black was never given this opportunity. Former director of magical law enforcement, Bartemius Crouch, a political rival of Lord Black, denied the scion of house Black his lawful rights.(see page 4 for more information on Bartemius Crouch tenure as director of magical law enforcement and political life.) Lord Black also shared his belief that his grandson was innocent of the crimes he was accused off and that it had in fact been the other way around that Peter Pettigrew was guilty of the crimes that his grandson was accused off.

Understandable outrage was felt by the other members. Lord Nott voiced his outrage most elegantly. He himself had been accused of the most heinous crimes, all because, to his everlasting shame, he had been unable to withstand the imperious curse of the Dark Lord. His day in court however had proven his innocence.(see page 7 for more information on the imperious curse and it's use during the last war.)

A motion was quickly introduced to give Sirius Black his day in court, a decade too late, and get to the bottom of this grievous error of justice. The motion found widespread support among the lords and ladies of the Wizengamot, although some opponents were very vocal in their rejection of this call for justice and pointed to the confession of Black during his arrest as enough reason for his lifelong incarceration. This reporter is of the opinion that proper procedures should be followed and this rejection of Black's chance in court has the stink of a cover-up. After all, if he is guilty then a trial will show that and he will be right back in his cell in Azkaban prison. Lady Bones was of the same opinion and promised in her double role, as director of magical law enforcement as well as the head of house Bones, to get to the bottom of this affair and see justice be done.

As the story develops further we of the Daily Prophet will keep you as the reader of course abreast of all the latest developments.

A young boy of about eleven years old lowered the paper. He had emerald green eyes and wavy black hair that fell around his face. On the couch opposite from where he sat was a middle aged couple. The man had a pointy salt and pepper beard with hair the same colour that fell to his shoulders. The man's countenance showed strength and warned you to thread carefully.

The woman beside him was the same age as him although she had aged more gracefully. Her chestnut hair showed only the slightest hints of grey. She wore a gentle smile on her face. Where her husband was off putting she was inviting. She held one of her husband's calloused hands between her own dainty ones. She emanated a strength of her own, more subtle and less confrontational than her husband but strength nonetheless. They were Arcturus and Melania Black née Macmillan.

"It's better than the usual crap they print," The boy said.

Arcturus snorted while Melania admonished him. "Language Orion."

The boy, Orion as he was called, rolled his eyes. "I apologise grandma."

She didn't believe his sincerity for a second but she was pleased with the moniker she was given. Each of them had a role to play.

She couldn't believe it had only been two weeks. Two weeks wherein she felt more alive than in the past decade. They had been a pair of ghosts with a corporal body, wasting away until he found them in their place of voluntary exile in Spain. Harry, Harry Potter to be precise. She found it difficult to reconcile the boy he was physically with the forty eight year old man he was mentally. He had given them a purpose, hope that there was still something left to salvage. In many ways he was still a stranger and in others she understood him completely. The pain of loss of loved ones. The wish to change things. She understood those, they were constant companions in her mind as well.

"Where did Amelia put Sirius?" Harry, or Orion as he was to be called, asked.

"A safe house was all she said. She had him seen to by the departmental healer and under 24 hour guard by her most trustworthy aurors. She believes us but for now he is still a criminal that confessed to his crimes during his arrest and she will treat him as such, trial or not." Arcturus growled out before letting out a sigh. "I guess it's only fair because we don't want to hand over that rat."

That Rat, Peter Pettigrew, was currently enjoying the slightly less than comfortable hospitality of the dungeons of Castle Black. And would remain there until the official trial.

"I don't know her that well but her niece, Susan, spoke always very highly of her. I know she was competent and didn't get her place because of nepotism." Orion shrugged his shoulders. "She always seemed fair and able to think for herself. A rarity among wizarding kind in my opinion."

Melania heard the bitterness underneath the flippantness and filed it away. Harry had given them a short factual overview of his life but it was lacking in details. She didn't fault him for that. He may have known another version of her and Arcturus but he didn't know them. Trust took time to build. For now she was okay with that and instead continued with her little observations. She already found a great resemblance between him and her husband, although Orion's temper may be a bit better under control. Of one thing she was sure however, he was the heir to house Black.

While there was a storm brewing in the wizarding world none of this reached Little Whinging, Surrey, for now. In the little village everything remained perfectly normal, just as the residents liked it. They could go on with their perfectly ordinary jobs, and their perfectly ordinary hobbies in their perfectly ordinary neighbourhood. And most ordinary of them all were the Dursleys of number four, Privet Drive.

This little family of four consisted of Vernon Dursley, Petunia Dursley, their son Dudley Dursley, and their niece Rose Potter-Dursley. After the death of Rose's parents in a car crash, the Dursleys had been kind enough to take in their little orphaned niece. With emerald green eyes and rich auburn hair that fell to the small of her back in loose curls, she took very much after her mother. A mother that was dearly missed by her sister, Petunia. She had hated and loved her sister, hated the world her sister belonged to, hated the world that had stolen her sister, but she couldn't hate her little niece that was so like her sister in appearance.

Rose grew up loved by her new family. An ordinary girl in an ordinary household. She was taught how to cook and how to take care of a household by her aunt. She shared a passion for gardening with her aunt but she was always careful not to get too dirty. After all girls should be pretty not dirty. In school she was very popular amongst both boys and girls and had many friends. She could also always count on her cousin to come to her defence. The one time that a boy had dared to call her scar face, because of the distinguishable lightning shaped scar on her forehead, he had been quickly taught a lesson by her cousin Dudley and his friends. When another boy had tried to kiss her he had just as quickly been taught a lesson by Dudley and his friends.

However, this perfectly ordinary world wouldn't remain so for long. This child of prophecy would soon be called to return to her own world. But for now there remained a few more sunny summer days to enjoy, wherein everything was ordinary. A few more days before she had to say goodbye to everything she knew.