Summary: Harry receives a mysterious book from Lupin and it tells the intriguing tale of how his parents came to be together through the eyes of unlikely onlooker. Slightly, okay I lie, completely AU due to OOTP

A/N: This is a Lily and James fic (duh!) but I have a few alterations of my own. James is a chaser and captain of the Quidditch team, neither Lily nor James wears glasses and Wormtail appearances will be kept to a minimum, if at all. Oh the last is really big I'm Australian so I'm not to sure about the slang so please bear with me though my mum is Scottish so you may find a few little sayings but otherwise I have no idea how people sound over in Britain cos I have only been twice. Hopefully that is not too restricting so enjoy! P.S. This is my first fic so be nice and there will be a sequel that takes place in Harry's time, well if people like this one that is.

Chapter 2: Meetings a Plenty

Hi, as you know I am Aurora but call me Rory, I like that better. Enough with formalities, I only wrote that posh and prudish introduction to my journal because Queen Lily insisted (apparently its more professional) and so anyway's back to the introduction.

This is my journal containing the events of our 6th year at Hogwarts through my eyes. It is from August 1st, the day my family moved back to England. I did not include dates so it is more story like.

On with the story!

Great, just great, today we are moving back to merry old England and if that isn't enough I must spend a week with my estranged family and my mothers relatives of some kind. She won't out right tell us how we are related but refuses to shut up about them.

Ah! There you go, it's mum sister, her husband and their son. Just excellent! A week not only with my siblings but also a cousin I've never met, Great! As may have noticed I am quite sarcastic when peeved off, its called bing passive aggressive, I believe. Got to go or else we'll be late and all heel will break lose. (Though how can you be late with a port key?)

We ended up on the doorstep of an enormous mansion, castle like thing. Father rang the bell and the door was opened by a tall man with unruly black hair, very much mine I must say. He greeted us and beckoned us to follow him after embracing both my father and then my mother.

We followed the man, who was Mr Potter, to the parlour where people were assemble ready to meet us. A women who looked to be a carbon copy of my mother squealed when she saw us.

"Alex"

"Anna"

"My god you look wonderful"

"You don't look to bad yourself" An ironic comment if ever I heard one, after all it was quite obvious they were twins.

They embraced and would have continued gossiping for some time had they not been interrupted by a cute young man who looked about my age. As I was checking him out I had the most awful thought. Oh God, please do not be my cousin, please! But wait he doesn't look like either Mr Potter or Mrs Potter. Phew!

"Um...which one is which? I can't tell the difference" said the guy looking completely perplexed but thoroughly cute.

"Oh did I forget to tell you dear? Alex and I are twins" replied Mrs Potter

How can you miss that? Both have fair skin, sun bleached blonde hair, petite figures, are the exact same height and look identical. Most of all they have brilliant icy blue eyes.

"And who, may I ask, are these charming young men?" asked my mother while embracing Anna again. Mrs Potter introduced they as Sirius Black (the cute perplexed one) and Remus Lupin (another cute one I just noticed).

"A pleasure to meet you Mr and Mrs Millar" chorused Sirius and Remus with gigantic smiles on their faces.

The only one left was another boy the same age as the other two and looked like a younger version of Mr Potter. My mother rushed over and squeezed the living daylights out of him. It was then that I got shock of my life as James (My mother managed to squeal before hugging him) lifted his eyes I almost fainted. They were exactly like mine. No one has eyes like mine, not even my mother! Of course he couldn't see me because I was yet to remove my hood and cloak, but I knew he would get the same shock as me.

"It's been so long since I have seen you, James you've grown up so much" Sobbed my mother. Good god the woman is an embarrassment.

"Harold he is an exact replica of yourself, I'm sure he has the famous Potter charm" quipped my father. And I was under the impression my mother was the embarrassing one.

Mr Potter just beamed with pride at his son.

"Now we must introduce our little darlings, though they're not so little any more" My mother's voice interrupted my musings of what the Potters were like. Oh no! Introductions! Crap, crap, crap, crap, crap! I am always last damn it!

Adrian, Eb and Steve all pulled back their hoods; I could tell the family in front of me were impressed. And so they should be all three were extremely good looking. I never could understand how they could all look so alike while I looked so ...different.

They are all tall; Adrian and Steve were the exact height of 6ft with tanned skin, black hair and dad's sea green eyes. Adrian had curly hair and Steve had wavy but that was the only difference between them. Many people mistake them for twins even though they are two years apart. Ebony was a couple of inches shorter, 5ft 9inches maybe, same tanned skin and sea green eyes. I can't help but feel jealous they all look so alike, except Eb has mum's blonde hair, and I ...well I dunno about me, I'm just an oddball in the perfect family.

My father fulfilled his duty as head of the house (My parents are very conservative in their beliefs) and did the introductions. "This is Adrianus or Adrian, the eldest"

"Hey"

"Next is Ebony, our eldest Daughter"

"Hi"

"Stephen, the resident Quidditch star"

"How are ya?"

"And last but not least Aurora"

Everyone turned and looked at me expectantly, I kept my hood up and merely nodded in greeting. I knew I would get busted but what the hell, these people will just stare when they see I'm not like the others.

"For goodness sake Aurora, remove your hood and say hello properly" chided my mother.

So I did. I could see the astonishment evident on their faces as soon as I pulled back my hood. But on Mr and Mrs Potter's faces I'm sure I saw pride as well though I have no clue as to why. They, like everyone else expected an Ebony like clone and what they got was me.

I'm short at 5ft 4inches, have fair, ivory skin, a dusting of freckles across my nose and dark chocolaty brown hair that goes to my waist in ringlets. I also have very light blue eyes; the iris is encircled with a band of grey that emphasises the blue.

I could tell James recognised my eyes to be exactly like his, I could tell he was unnerved by our likeness just like I was. If anything I knew more than I could guess. I don't know how I knew I just could tell what his feelings were.

I heard Sirius mumble something like Snow White. I understood what he was on about cos I have been compared to the muggle fairytale character many times before.

"Wow" breathed Remus, while Sirius and James were speechless and just continued to stare. What am I a zoo exhibit? Cos I sure feel like one.

I stepped forward and swept my eyes over the people before me taking as much information as possible about their personalities from their body language and personal presentation.

I decided the formal approach was best.

"Hello, it's a pleasure to meet you all, mother has told us so much about you Uncle Harold and Aunty Anastasia" I said with a small smile.

They all just looked at me as though I had grown two extras heads.

Though this was to much for Aunty Anastasia and she burst out crying and ran up and hugged me as though her life depended on it, I've never the woman before and here she is clutching me as though ...well I'm not too sure what. But I was startled to say the least.

"Well, I think that we should all freshen up before dinner, don't you Anna?" Thank god for my father, I could kiss him, I didn't know how long I could keep calm as I was lightly patting her on the back but it wasn't much help.

"Oh yes, I'll show you to your rooms, follow me" Said Mrs Potter finally releasing me, she beckoned us to follow her out the door.

I just left the room when I heard say something as he blew out sigh.

"(sigh) My god, the youngest was something"

"Your telling me" replied Remus accompanied by a chuckle from Mr Potter. I was pretty sure James was giving them both the evils for checking out his cousin.

The dinner was delicious; it was also the perfect excuse to become involved in conversation. James, Remus and Sirius were like younger versions of Ad, Steve and Eb. Quidditch and fanatics and prank masters.

Truth be told I was just as fanatical about Quidditch as my siblings, not that I would ever admit it. And I would rather eat poison first before admitting I like pranking. I used to, but then everything changed and I lost faith in the world.

So while the adults talked about whatever adults talk about the five others became friends. They talked about every imaginable subject while I just listened. I looked around at my new surroundings and studied each of these new people.

Mr Potter seemed very at ease, he's a caring and compassionate person from his actions and very attentive. Mrs Potter is bubbly, talkative and very welcoming. They made the perfect couple just like my own parents.

Both families are model families of how things should be done. But I felt out of place in my family unit, it's a weird feeling.

I turned my attention to the three boys opposite me.

Remus is the sensible one, he keeps the other two in line, and while joining in on everything he is the sole voice of reason. But there is something else there. Something that lurks in the depths of his wild amber eyes, a secret he wants to keep hidden. It's obvious James and Sirius know this secret because he is so at ease with them. I will have to check that out.

Sirius is loyal and trustworthy but rash, not thinking before he acts. It will get him into trouble someday soon. None the less he is a good person and the best kind of friend.

Lastly my cousin James, he's easier to read then the others for some reason. He's brave, loyal and trustworthy. He's extremely trusting and he trusts Sirius and Remus with no bounds. These three share a very special and tight bond that can never be broken. I have a connection with James, I can read him accurately with just a glance, tell exactly what he is thinking and feeling, even though I have only known him for a couple of short hours.

I have always been able to do this, read people's characters that is, their strengths and their weaknesses just by observing their behaviour for a couple of minutes. My ability has become more sensitive and stronger as I've got older. I

t started when my deranged great aunt wanted to teach me wizarding anthropology at the age of six. She noticed I had an intuition about people's behaviour and taught me about things I never thought about or even noticed.

It's because of this ability I have never really opened up to people. I can see their ulterior motives and deceptions, how they can hurt me. The thing that stops me the most is how I can hurt them.

As soon as I finished I excused myself and retired to my room. I continued to read a book I particularly caught up in but I couldn't help think about how things used to be.

I was the fourth member of our pranking quartet, all our family used to fear for their lives whenever we came to family functions. For a six year old I could cause a lot of sodding trouble. I was the distraction and no body suspected me; I would draw attention to myself or others.

It helped that I was the apple of everyone's, and I mean everyone's eye, Apparently 'I was a lively, carefree and stubborn spirit that could bring anyone to their knees with my killer smile and eyes that danced with happiness and warmth' according to my aunt. I heard her gossiping to the other women at a family farewell lunch before we left and to my surprise the rest of the room whole-heartedly agreed with her.

I didn't realise I changed so much until I heard the last comment 'that girl really is the embodiment of grief and sorrow'. I didn't think I was that bad but when I think about it I probably am. I have been serious and grave for the last nine years but that's what circumstances demanded of me and I rose to the challenge.

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