Chapter One: This must be the default chapter one ;)

IMPORTANT A/N: I have changed and edited this story twice, you'll just have to deal. Prologue

Midori Monile' had been living in the States for about four years after her parents had split. She stayed at The Salem Institute, a school of witchcraft and wizardry in New York, for the school year, and lived with her mother in South Carolina, or Georgia, maybe D.C., and sometimes California, during summer break. Her mother moved around a lot because she had worked as an agent for the Ministry of Magic.

Before, Midori had been living in India where she had grown up most of her life. Her father still lives there with his new wife and stepson. But now she and her mother have moved to England. Midori's mother found a job as an Auror witch was desperately needed. But do you know where they exactly moved in England? Of course not! Well they moved to number five Privet Drive, right across the street from the famous Harry Potter. Who would a' guessed? Fate or Fortune? Well… Neither.

Chapter One: Harry's Next Door You Idiot!

Midori Monile' woke up that morning from the sound of her alarm clock. " Ten o' clock already?! Damn I'm late!" She cried as she looked at the clock. She quickly dressed into her favourite running outfit. She tied her long curly black hair into a ponytail, and clattered down the stairs with her Walkman in hand.

She was wondering if her mother had come back already from the interview with Midori's headmaster at her new school, when she heard a clattering of dishes coming from the kitchen. She figured it was her mom so she called,

"Hey Mom! I'm going to go pump so-…" She cut off her sentence as she walked into the kitchen. There sitting at the table was a very thin woman with a long neck and disturbing blonde hair, that looked as is it were in the shape of a fairly large bird. Sitting next to her was a plump nasty looking boy. They both were drinking tea in her mother's fine china. They peered at her over the tops of their teacups. She noticed that the boy's gaze seemed to linger a little too long. Midori's mother started to speak,

"Hon, I would like you to meet Mrs. Petunia Dursley and her son Dudley." The woman nodded her head in greeting as the boy continued to stare at her. It was starting to make her uncomfortable. And she felt like getting out of the kitchen and on to the streets. "We are their new neighbours. They live right across the street at number four." Midori's mother continued while giving her a stern look knowing exactly what her daughter was thinking.

"Uh…Nice to meet you" Midori said to the two as she sat down to eat the muffin her mother placed in front of her. Midori decided that she might as well be nice if she was going to have to sit through breakfast with the two. So much for my morning run. She thought as she tried to start a polite conversation by asking them about the neighbourhood, and what it was like. The woman answered all her questions stiffly as if she was insulted in some very unobvious way. Okaaay…What's her problem? Midori thought. Midori's mother asked quite suddenly,

"You two live here alone?" She had directed the question at the boy who hadn't yet said a word. He answered shyly,

"Well…Uh…Uh...Father lives with us..." Building up confidence he added

"And so does our cousin." Dudley said 'cousin' with the utmost dislike that it surprised Midori. She looked over at Mrs. Dursley and noticed that she was looking at her son with an expression of disgust. Mrs. Dursley leaned over and whispered viscously into her son's ear, "Never mention that boy to anyone. EVER again. You hear? We don't want anyone to know about him!" Mrs. Dursley hadn't noticed that though she was whispering, Midori and her mother had heard quite clearly what she had said. Mrs. Monile' looked utterly shocked at Petunia. Midori looked more curious than shocked. She spoke on impulse,

"Oh? Why does he live with you? Your cousin I mean, and what's his name?" Mrs. Dursley looked at her sharply.

"Harry's parent died in a car crash. And we are his only relatives."

"Harry? Is that his name? Is his last name Dursley then?" Midori asked sipping a glass of juice slowly.

"No." And thank God. Mrs. Dursley whispered, thinking no one could hear. "It's Potter, Harry Potter." As Mrs. Dursley said this Midori's glass slipped from her hand and crashed to the floor, showering pieces everywhere. Mrs. Monile` gasped, then apologized to Mrs. Dursley and Dudley who were looking at them with curious expressions. Midori was dragged into the living room, and settled onto the couch. She sat up and practically screamed with excitement,

"Did you hear her mom? Did you? Harry Potter…HARRY POTTER lives right across the street! Mom this is amazing!"

"Yes, Honey I know already. And could you please be quiet? We don't want them hearing you." Her mother answered nervously.

"Mom? You knew about this?" Mrs. Monile` nodded cautiously, prepared for the next outburst,

" You knew and you didn't even tell me? Mom! How could you? You're supposed to be the one who tells me everything! You KNEW all along didn't you?!"

"Midori, please be quiet! I'll explain after they leave just sit here I'll be back. And just stop screaming! Okay?" Midori quieted down and her mother walked slowly out of the living room and into the kitchen. Midori could hear her mother's muffled voice explaining her behaviour to the two Dursleys. She heard the door open and close. Then it opened again and she watched as her mother walked back into the living room, and sat down on the couch next to her. Her mother finally spoke,

"Honey please don't be mad. I didn't have any time to tell you about this. I just learned all about it yesterday at the meeting I went to."

"Mom, you learned this all at a meeting with Professor Dumbledore? Why would he have to tell you? "

"Midori, oh god…Midori, I want you to listen carefully, because you are probably going to be involved in something very important and dangerous. Okay?"

"Okay then, spill." Midori said without hesitation.

"Ok, well you know when I signed up as an Auror for the Ministry?" Midori nodded. "Well I it was a double opening. They were very concerned for me and they were going to make me work with a professor from Hogwarts but they really needed somebody that was still in school. I had a much better idea and they were desperate so the Ministry actually agreed with me for once, but they said I was fully responsible for my child's safety."

"Your child's safety?" Midori asked suspiciously. Then the realization sank in.

"Me? I'm going to be an Auror?!" Mrs. Monile' just nodded.

"Midori don't and I repeat don't get to excited about this. This isn't just fun. This is very dangerous, we are dealing with The Dark Lord, Midori, The Dark Lord! And I mean come on, you can't just go screaming around like that! If the wrong people hear you, you will, be in a lot more danger then you already are."

"Uh...I know I am in a lot of danger but you've got to calm down with whole danger, and Dark Lord stuff. It sounds like your reading from a script. I just need to know about whatever it is we are supposed to be doing so please would you fill me in? And please, start with the part about Harry Potter!"

Midori was up in her room still taking in everything her mother had said. She had told her all about her meeting with Dumbledore. It turns out that when Mrs. Monile` signed up as an Auror, there was another empty place that a child was required to fill. That child is now Midori. Her job was to keep watch over Harry Potter, make sure nothing suspicious is going on. Since she was almost the same age as Harry she could probably watch over him during the summer if they got along. The Ministry was desperate and they needed to keep Harry out of danger so they hired Midori through Mrs. Monile`. Midori's mother was assigned the job of gathering information about the Death Eaters. (A very risky task.)

She and Professor Dumbledore talked about what Midori should know about Harry, and well there was a lot to talk about. Dumbledore told her all about Harry and his Godfather Sirius Black. He told her about the Philosophers stone and Harry's odd natural ability to play seeker on the Quidditch team. He told her about how he saved Ginny Weasley from the Chamber of Secrets, and the episode with Tom Riddle. Dumbledore told her everything Harry had told him in his fourth year at Hogwarts, and she got quite a shock at what Harry had gone through in only 14 years of his life. He had told her everything Harry had told him, and even more.

(POV changes to Midori's)

Okay, after Mom told me all about Harry and this new job of mine, I was starting to get really psyched. I mean me of all people I got to be the one to learn all of Harry Potter's secrets. How cool is that!? But it's only 10:30 and I want to work out this plan I have that will be a whole lot more fun then just telling Harry Potter that I know who he is.

The next morning I quickly dressed into a loose fitting t-shirt and a pair track-pants. I ran downstairs Walkman in hand and almost ran into Mom.

"Where are you going without any breakfast?" She asked sleepily.

"To the Dursleys'!" I replied. Mom gave me one of those knowing look that I barely ever understood. I ran out the kitchen door and onto the cement walk. Putting on my headphones I walked across the street and up the Dursleys' driveway. I had my plan all worked out, it was absolutely perfect. I rang the front bell and waited for the door to open. My heart started beating at the thought of Harry. It was amazing! Harry Potter actually lived here! I drifted out from my thoughts when I heard footsteps over the low sound from the music playing on my Walkman. The door opened and in front of me stood a fat red faced man. I guessed that this was Mr. Dursley from the looks of him.

I removed my headphones, and he looked at me with obvious annoyance.

"What the hell do you want?!" He growled roughly. I answered in my most polite voice ignoring his bluntness,

"Yes well hello, I'm Midori Monile` from across the street. My mother and I met your son and Mrs. Dursley yesterday and I was wondering if I could do you a favour." He eyed me suspiciously, and said,

"Oh yes, you. Dudley mentioned something about new neighbours after his appointment." He abruptly changed the subject.

"What kind of favour?" He mumbled to himself 'what a hideous accent' but I decided to ignore that comment.

"Well I don't mean to be rude at all but I noticed that your yard needed a fix and I was hoping that I would be of help. I hate having nothing to do and I've already finished all my unpacking with nothing left to do." This was not totally true but I couldn't think of any better explanation.

"Humph." Mr. Dursley grumbled "Well we were going to make Harry do it but if you like you can help, and I guess we can give you a small sum for payment." He huffed. This had come out better than I had hoped! I decided to play dumb on the subject of Harry and asked,

"Harry ...Sir?"

"That damn nephew of mine. He came from St. Brutis' yesterday and I thought to give him some work." I also heard him mumble 'Now that his damn godfather is away.'

I was taken aback at this comment, hoping that Mr. Black was okay. From what Mother had said Sirius Black sounded as if he was the only good family Harry would ever have. And I could already tell that the Dursley's were no good. But I thought better then to tell Mr. Dursley.

"Oh, well then Sir when should we get started?" It took quite a lot out of me to hold my excitement but somehow I managed to keep an even tone. I couldn't wait!

"Now, if you don't mind. Would you step in for a moment?" He moved away from the door and I stepped into the hallway. I noticed two heads poking out from a room down the right, I guessed that it was the kitchen. There was a woman standing behind Mr. Dursley looking at me in an odd way. And I remembered her to be Mrs. Dursley. I nodded at her and asked,

"How are you?" She just went on looking at me in that odd way of hers. Mr. Dursley walked into the 'kitchen' and the two heads disappeared. I could hear Mr. Dursley talking to somebody who I guessed had to be Harry. I heard some yelling but couldn't make out the words. I felt kind of bad, making Harry do yard work. 'He was going to do it anyway.' 'Your already thinking of him as if you know him, don't!' I was talking to myself again. I always had a bad habit of it.

I forgot that Mrs. Dursley was still in the hall with me when she turned,

"Did you say something dear?"

"Oh no sorry." I replied

"Well I'm mighty glad that you remembered us. You were all Dudley could talk about. I think he might fancy you." Fancy me! This could be bad. More the reason for them not to find out about me. Maybe I should say something…

"Umm…well Dudley seems like a nice…uh…boy."

"I'm happy to hear that." I could tell that she was trying to keep up the conversation. Mr. Dursley was practically yelling in there and I guess she didn't want me to hear 'cause she was sounding kind of nervous. I started to find something to say.

"Yeah…okay…um…well…" Mr. Dursley thankfully interrupted me. He walked in with two boys in tow. I recognized one of them as Dudley. And my heart stopped when I saw Harry, sure he wasn't what I had expected. All the girls at school had fallen head over heels over Harry, always on about how sexy and brave he was. Well I can say one thing, sexy? No way! Steve Urkel had more muscle then this kid! But still, I tried not to stare. He did actually look kind of cute in his own way. Oh dear I'm rambling again. Well back to where I was, I tried not to stare but well Harry Potter was standing there, right in front of me! I drifted from my amazement when Mr. Dursley started talking, I barely heard a word.

"Harry this is Midori." I did notice a note of disgust in his voice as he spoke. Then he turned to me and his tone warmed and he spoke to me as if I was going to be his future in-law. EEW!

"The tools are in the garage and if you need help ask Dudley he'll be outside." He turned back to Harry as I started to walked out,

"Don't give us anymore bad reputations, if I hear that you misbehaved you are going to go without food for the next two days." I winced inwardly. How could these people be so cruel? I walked out onto the Dursley's' lawn and looked behind me as Harry walked out with Dudley behind him carrying a lawn chair. Harry looked at me and he looked pretty pissed. 'Well that's his problem I was trying to protect him. Oh wait he didn't know that. Well I think I'll mess with his head a little.' (I love doing that) I noticed that Dudley was staring at me through his sunglasses. It was kind of Disgusting. No wait, make that really disgusting.

A/N: Mrs. Monile's first name is Ami, remember that! Just to bring it up, what did happen to Sirius?!

Of Dudley, Garden Work, and Liposuction...There Is Absolutely nothing wrong with having two names in one chapter!

Harry awoke the morning after his arrival at the Dursley's with a splitting headache. He remembered the day before and dropped back onto his bed, moaning at what his life had come to. The Dursley's had found an old letter from Ron in Harry's room when he had left the last year. It wouldn't have been so bad if Ron hadn't written what he did. He had mentioned, these are the exact words, (A/N: not really) ' You're lucky that the Dursley's are stupid enough to believe that Sirius would actually risk going to your house and trying to kill them, otherwise you'd never be able to get away with half the things that you do.' Uncle Vernon had started yelling about what a lying piece of shit he was as soon as he got into the car, and just as he was calming down he opened the front door and an owl flew straight through the hall window and it carried a short message,

Harry,

I was just with Dumbledore and we decided that you better not write any more letters to me for now. I can't risk getting caught and now that You-Know-Who is back it could be trouble. Dumbledore says to also tell you that you will not be going to Ron's this summer. You don't want him to end up a target for the Death Eaters. Sorry, I know how it feels. Hope to see you soon,

Sirius

Uncle Vernon had carefully picked up the letter and he read it. He was so mad that he made Harry do chores the rest of the day. Now that he wasn't able to write to Sirius Harry couldn't tell him how harsh the Dursleys were treating him, and Uncle Vernon knew that. Oh did he know. But there was one good thing that happened that day. Dudley got…liposuction. :o Harry thought that it was the funniest thing ever. The best part about it was that now Harry didn't have to help Dudley get through doors, and he didn't have to bring him things because he was to fat and lazy to waddle around and get them himself. The change was nice but you wouldn't believe how weird Dudley looked without all that fat swimming around him. He was still slightly plump but you couldn't say he was fat. He had gone from a size XXL to a medium! But besides his new looks Dudley couldn't stop rambling on and on about some damn Indian girl with an American accent he had just met that afternoon. Harry who had grown tired of hearing about it told him to 'stuff it' and Dudley looked at him with a dishonest look and said,

"You're just jealous that you didn't get to meet her. She wouldn't even have liked you anyway. She thinks you go to St. Brutis' and she was so shocked that good people like us have people like you living with us that she dropped her juice and her glass shattered into pieces all over the floor."

Lying there on his bed Harry though of how right Dudley was, as much as he didn't want to admit it. He was jealous. He hated the way the Dursleys told lies about him. They gave him such a bad boy reputation that he wasn't surprised that that girl was so shocked. He wasn't a Malfoy. And he just wished the Dursleys would for once stop treating him like one. He had nothing against muggles, it wasn't as if all of them were ignorant fools like his aunt and uncle. He just missed having friends and people who cared for him while he was away from school. None of his friends lived close by so he couldn't just go visit them, and that made it all the worse.

Harry was distracted from his thoughts when he heard Aunt Petunia yell for him downstairs. He got up and changed quickly then climbed down the stairs. Aunt Petunia was serving breakfast and Dudley and Uncle Vernon were at the table. Uncle Vernon looked up from the paper he was reading and looked over at Harry as he sat down. He still looked pretty mad from yesterday. He opened his mouth to say something but was interrupted by the doorbell. Saved by the bell! Harry thought. Uncle Vernon stood up and Aunt Petunia followed him down the hall. Harry and Dudley got up and leaned out so they could peer down the hall. He couldn't see anything because Uncle Vernon was blocking the door. He couldn't hear anything either. After a moment Uncle Vernon stepped aside and a girl who looked to be about Harry's age stepped into the hall. Dudley whispered madly into Harry's ear,

"That's the girl I was talking about! Her name's Midori and she moved in a few days ago."

"Oh wow, you know so much about her!" Harry proclaimed sarcastically. She looks kind of like Cho, or like Parvati. They both have the same skin colour….Midori or whatever her name has hair like Cho and Parvati's. Long and Black. But not as long and not as straight….Harry couldn't help comparing the tree girls, they looked a lot alike. He broke from concentration when Uncle Vernon started to head back to the kitchen. He quickly sat down in his seat Dudley right behind him. Uncle Vernon stepped into the kitchen and turned to Harry,

"You boy are going to help fix-up the lawn, I don't want to hear any buts about it. You are being punished for lying to us and don't think about ever trying to mislead us again."

"What?! And who is that girl? Does she have something to do with this?" It probably would have been better if he hadn't asked but he was curious. She probably came over to give Uncle Vernon ideas for punishment.

"She is going to be helping you, and you better be grateful that you don't have to do it yourself!" "Help? You mean she wants to help me?" That wasn't exactly what Harry had expected.

"Yes! Come with me boy." He snapped

"Can I watch?" Dudley asked.

"Fine, just don't tell her anything about him here." Uncle Vernon said pointing a finger at Harry.

He followed him out into the hall and waited while Uncle Vernon introduced him to the girl. The oddest thing about her was that she was staring straight at Harry. As if she knew him. You are delirious! 'Oh, shut up!' I muttered to myself.

Uncle Vernon spoke to Midori kindly in a warm tone, like as if she was part of the family, I have to say that even she looked kind of disgusted at the thought. He told her where the tools were and as she headed outside. Uncle Vernon stopped me and said,

"Don't give us a bad reputation, if I hear that you misbehaved you are going to go without food for the next two days." Now Harry was pissed. This is getting old fast. The usual, just as it had been ever since before third year.

Harry walked out with Dudley behind him carrying a lawn chair. Midori turned to Harry and she caught his pissed look. She just shrugged at him as if she didn't know why he was mad. (Which he probably didn't) At least I don't have to be nice. Dudley had set his chair down on a patch of grass and had put on his sunglasses and he was staring at Midori like some kind of Peeping Tom. She looked pretty disgusted with him and turned to look a Harry and asked,

"Sooo…where should we start?" In an annoyed tone he replied,

"Wherever." He watched as she went to the garage with the same pissed look Harry had on earlier and then he followed. When he reached the garage she pushed a lawnmower towards him then grabbed some gloves and a bag of potting soil for herself.

"Get started." She called. Harry didn't know how to use a lawnmower so he demanded,

"Why do you get the easier job?" She surprised him by answering,

"I don't know how to use a lawnmower." He raised an eyebrow at her and she added,

"There are no lawns to mow in New York City stupid!" Oh yeah she's American.

"Well how was I supposed to know? And anyways I don't know how to use one either." He stated. This time it was her turn to raise an eyebrow.

"Well I only stay here during the summer."

"So?"

"So…I don't do the lawn."

"Oh? Then why are you doing it now" This girl is nosy. He didn't want to tell her that he was being punished, because then she would ask why.

"I know why…" She said before Harry could come up with an answer.

"Why, and how would you know?" He asked

"Because you're being punished." She said with a smile. Teasing him. How did she know?

"Oh yeah?" Harry said, acting like she was lying.

"Yeah," She answered confidently. "You lied to your uncle you bad, bad boy." She said teasingly.

"How did you know?" It slipped out before Harry could stop himself.

"I know more than you think I do." She said with a wink and a twinkle in her eye that for some reason reminded Harry of Dumbledore. She just skipped off leaving Harry in the garage. I guess I should try to learn to work this thing. Harry thought looking at the lawnmower sceptically. He towed the lawnmower outside onto the lawn and noticed that Midori was talking with Dudley. He stood behind a bush and listened.

"Hey Dudley, do you think you could show Harry and me how to work the lawnmower?" Dudley looked as if he didn't know how to use one either because he was kind of embarrassed when he answered,

"Um…. well I don't think I can show you how to use it but maybe Dad can."

"Uh…no thanks well figure it out." Midori answered. Then walked away. Harry didn't see her heading his way because he jumped when she cried,

"Harry, what are you doing?!" Then she asked curiously,

"Where you spying on me?"

"Um…No I was uh…trimming the bushes." Harry said before thinking. He didn't know why but he didn't want Midori to think he was as bad as the Dursleys said.

"Suuure….then were are your little shear things?"

"Huh?….Oh!" he looked at her sheepishly, then started to rub his forehead where his scar was, it was starting to become a habit that he just couldn't control.

"Oh hey, what's that?" she asked.

"What?" Harry asked turning to look behind him.

"Not behind you right there!" She said brushing the bangs off his forehead.

"Hey cool!" She cried bringing his head closer so she could see his scar better. Harry stared into her beautiful dark brown eyes, losing himself in them. Midori looked into his bright emerald eyes and she suddenly remembered what she was doing and dropped his head from her hands. (A/N: that sounded sort of weird but I couldn't think of another way to put it.) She heard Dudley growl and remembered what she was here for, and started talking again,

"Okay well then since none of us know how to use a lawnmower, then we better get started with the plants! Come on lets get to work." She skipped back to the bag of soil and gloves that she had set down earlier. Forgetting what had just happened. Harry went to the garage, grabbed a pair of gloves and a spade, and they both started to work on the garden.

A/N: Hmmm....I Guess I did change a lot. Actually I think this should be an A/T...Author's thoughts.