Disclaimer: I don't own anything to do with Harry Potter except this little story.

I don't know if anyone noticed, but the first line on the Order if the Phoenix was:

"The hottest day of the summer so far was drawing closer......"

That's why I put cold summer.

The wind was pretty strong that night. Harry wasn't even pushing against the ground to get his swing going, and he was moving back and forth. He made it there early like he had planned, 15 minuets to be exact. And, for 15 minuets, he wondered what Dumbledore could have wanted to talk to him about before he got back to Hogwarts.

CRACK

Harry fell of the swing backwards when Dumbledore appeared before his eyes.

"My goodness Harry, I thought you would have been immune to people apparating and disapparating around you by now!" said Dumbledore with a chuckle as Harry pulled himself up, back on the swing.

"No. I just wasn't prepared for you to apparate, literally, before my eyes"

"I bet your wondering why I called you here" Dumbledore had finally broke the five-minuet silence between them.

"It's the only thing I've been thinking about all day" he replied

"Well...I've guess you discovered by now that I'm not the best at telling you about important mattes, eh?"

"Well, The Prophecy was pretty important."

Dumbledore chuckled again. "No need to polite around me Harry. Just because I'm the headmaster doesn't mean that you can't express yourself the way that you feel about those things. I regret not telling you about that sooner."

Harry just drifted back and forth on his swing, silent.

"Ah, my old bones can't take standing for this long." The old wizard made his way over to the swing next to Harry and sat down. "First off" he began after getting his swing going up in the air, "do know who Serena White is?

"Serena?" Harry asked

"Yes, Serena, she has long dark brown hair..." Dumbledore put his hand half way down his back indicating where her hair was, and then looked up at Harry, afraid of hearing a negative answer.

"Many girls in my year have hair like that but yes, yes I do" Harry fortunately had a positive enough answer for the headmaster. "She's this quiet girl in my year at school. Always aloof from the rest of us, either reading, or staring out the window. Never have spoken with her before."

"Harry think, you know more than that, I know that for a fact"

"She and the girl who just moved in next door look remarkably alike."

"Good, enough." Dumbledore sighed. "I didn't expect you to know the rest anyway. Where in the world could she be?"

"Professor, PROFESSOR!" A voice came from across the park from the entrance. "Sorry I'm late" said the girl panting from running so fast. Un-mistakably, the girl was Serena.

"Hullo Serena, I'm sure you know Harry Potter." Dumbledore smiled.

"Professor? Is he the one you said in your letter that I could relate to?" Serena asked, looking up at Dumbledore.

"Why, yes. Harry, I'm positive you and Serena have a lot in common."

Harry and Serena stared at Dumbledore and said in unison, "We do?"

"Harry, this is Sirius' daughter."

Pleaz R&R! By the way, Serena has no idea who her father is.