A/N: I promise this is a James/Lily fic! Just have to give you a little bit of interesting history first. Enjoy, R&R!

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Harry Potter. J.K. Rowling does. If your gonna sue the pants off of me you get either my paint-covered pair or my blood- stained pair (don't ask or I'll kill you, too)

Seven Years of Our Lives



Prologue: Diane Dumbledore

Diane Dumbledore, daughter of one of the greatest wizards of all time was wondering the castle as usual. Her father was locked up in his laboratory with Nicholas Flemel working on some alchemy stuff. On top of that she couldn't even find Tom-Tom Riddle, currently one of her best friends, though sometimes his rants of power and lordship scared her. He was in between his third and fourth year currently, and always stayed during the holidays like Diane. She knew he probably wouldn't get too far in power, seeing as he often overlooked several details in his plans to get back at Gryffindors. She personally didn't have a preference of Houses. Her father was Head of Gryffindor, and her best friend was in Slytherin. Of course there was Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff-well, maybe she didn't care for those too much.

She turned a corner towards the Slytherin common room. When she started in Hogwarts she would have an advantage, knowing where all the common rooms were, and she'd even know the passwords for a while. She smile to herself.

"Lion gu-"

"Diane?"

"Oh, hi! I was just looking for you."

"And I you. Though I see I have had better luck."

"Erm, yeah, I guess," Diane answered.

"So, what did you need?" they asked simultaneously. They each laughed slightly.

"You first," Diane said quickly before he could say the same thing, "I was just bored."

"Well, now I'm second," Tom corrected. "Anyroad, I could use your help. I'm looking for some stuff on my family."

"I thought you were an orphan," Diane said before she could stop herself.

"Er, yeah, but that doesn't mean I wasn't born from someone."

"Heh, yeah, so what do you want me to do?"

"Could you ask your father for me. I know that my dad was a muggle, but my mum was a witch, and your father would probably know who she was. I don't know her maiden name."

"Well, I would, he's working with Flemel in the lab right now, but." Diane trailed off in thought. "You 'live' at a muggle orphanage, right?"

"Supposed to, yeah. Why?"

"Well, they have got to have your records. After all, your mum died in a muggle hospital, correct."

"Your right, but how are we supposed to get them?" he inquired in a well-duh tone.

"Easy, just go into daddy's classroom, and in his desk he has a muggle telephone, but I need one favour from you."

"What's that," he asked.

"Voice change. I need to sound like Headmaster Dippet."

"No problem," Tom said smiling, "Vocalis Changon, Armando Dippet!"

"I didn't mean now!" Diane growled with Dippet's voice, "Hey, it worked!"

"Of course it worked, I cast it," Tom replied.

Diane shook it, "He is so full of himself," she thought to herself.

"Got something to say," Tom asked, slightly angry.

"Nope," Diane replied an octave high and almost laughed at the sound of Dippet's voice like that. They walked to the Transfiguration room and sure enough, as Diane had said in the desk there was a telephone, but it didn't have any cords.

"Doesn't it need to be hoooked up?" Tom asked.

"Not daddy's," Diane replied, hitting the "0" button for the operator. She hit a button that turned on the speaker phone. "Don't say anything," Diane whispered.

"Operator, how may I help you?" said a voice from the speaker.

"What's the name of the orphanage?" Diane mouthed.

"Er, Madame Kristina's Home for Orphaned and Abandoned Children," Tom whispered back.

"I need the number to Madame Kristina's Home for Orphaned and Abandoned Children."

"Right away, sir." They waited a few minutes before hearing a ring.

"Madame Kristina's Home for Orphaned and Abandoned Children, this is Mary Alster, how may I help you?"

Diane put on her most professional voice and said, "Miss Alster, I am Headmaster Dippet, I currently have custody of Tom Riddle, and I need to find out his mother's maiden name-for record purposes."

"Let me check his records," Mary answered, a few minutes later she came back on the phone, "Mr. Dippet, his mother's maiden name is Rastaban. Is there anything else I may do for you."

"No, madam, thank you."

Diane was about to hang up when she realized that Mary Alster was saying something, "-how is Tom?"

"He is all right, I just realized that there was a blank spot in his records and wanted to fill it in, thank you, good bye." Diane had hung up by the time Mary had said good bye. "See, that wasn't hard, Rastaban."

"Thanks, Diane, want to come to the library with me, see if we can find some family tree?"

"Sure, why not?"

"Thanks, Diane, really."

"Your welcome, it's better than wondering the castle anyroad." "sorda" Diane added to herself.

"Let's start by maybe finding out what House she was in. Usually they have a little bit about a person in these books about everyone in a certain House."

"I'm thinking probably Slytherin," Diane said, pulling out a huge volume when they got into the library.

"No right Slytherin would go off and marry a muggle!" Tom said angrily. "I'm thinking Gryffindor," he said, pulling out another large volume.

"They searched the pages for a little while before Tom exclaimed, "Found her!"

Tom read aloud, "RASTABAN, RHEANNE-Gryffindor. Kicked out of Hogwarts before graduation. Tried to kill Head of Slytherin House. Married a muggle, died of cancer in muggle hospital."

"She sounds lovely," Diane commented.

"Erm, yeah," Tom said, getting up to find another book on her. Diane put up the two books and pulled out another entitled, Long Family Lines of Gryffindor.

"Hope she's not in that," Tom commented, pulling out "Old Pureblood Family Lines"

"Before my mum died, she said that her entire family was pureblood, except me, of course."

"Oh," Diane answered, sure that once again he would have better luck than herself like before.

She looked through the volume and was surprised to find something. She read the passage aloud to Tom.

"RASTABAN-Gryffindors since 1010. Rastabans are known for not holding up Gryffindor values well, and seeking power often. Many of them were Prefects that abused their powers and five of them were kicked out of Hogwarts. Two have claimed to have the ability to speak Parseltongue. The last Rastaban alive was Rheanne Rastaban. The first Rastaban in Gryffindor was Rintarren, son of Ristamen Rastaban and Sylvia Slytherin."

"So, I'm heir to Slytherin," Tom pondered.

"That would be accurate," Diane said back.

Tom rushed out of the library. "Tom, where are you going?" Diane asked but received no answer. She put away the books and ran after Tom. He was too quick and she didn't know where he went.

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Diane didn't see Tom for another three days, but when he did he seemed slightly happy. "Gotten your letter yet?" he asked.

That seemed like an odd question to Diane. "Erm, no, why?"

"I was just helping your father write out the supplies list about ten minutes ago and he said that he was heading to the owlry."

"Oh, maybe they haven't left yet or something, want to flying?" Diane asked, eager to change the subject.

"Sure, I'll get my broom, meet you on the Quidditch Pitch."

"Ace," Diane answered, practically running to get her own. They flew a while and watched all the owls take off in various directions- disappointedly Diane realize that none of them flew towards her. Unfortunately Tom realized, also.

"None of them are coming here," he commented.

"Erm, well, maybe my daddy's personally delivering mine," Diane said hopefully.

"Maybe," Tom said. They went back to the castle an hour later, and bid each other farewell. Diane went to find her father. "Hey, daddy, why do you look so stressed?"

"Diane, there's something I have to tell you," he said sadly.

"What," Diane said, afraid of his next words.

"You, you haven't shown signs of powers. You're-you're a squib, I'm sorry."

"I hate the magical world, I'm going to go live as a muggle for the rest of my life!" Diane yelled through tears.

"I've looked into that, I know some muggles that will be happy to take you for as long as you need. We can always owl, and you are always welcome," Albus Dumbledore said warmly.

Diane ran off to cry, and left a few days later, returning to Hogwarts only twice.

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About nine years after Diane was discovered a squib and very few owls, Albus got a letter from Diane.

Dear Father,

I am getting married to Craig Evans on December 3rd. We are having a muggle wedding, and if you come-dress like a muggle, act like a muggle. Please don't owl, Craig doesn't exactly know about you and wizards yet.

Love,

Diane

Albus longed to be closer to his daughter, and tried to be as muggle-like as possible, but she rarely even talked to him anymore. He developed a love for muggles because of his daughter, though he rarely saw her. Eventually they completely lost touch.



A/N: I know it's short, but the chapters will get longer, I promise! Hope you liked, Chapter 1 should be up soon, as in real soon, I'm trying to post them at the same time. R&R!