YAY THE 6TH HP BOOK IS OUT! Unfortunately, it changes this story, and as much as I want to lead by the books, this story has had to change into AU.

Thanks a bunch to my beta, for proof-reading this hope you like!

Disclaimer; I own nothing; the characters, the Harry Potter idea; all that belongs to the wonderful J. K Rowling. However, the plot; recently I came across a review (I want to put it straight, I did NOT steal the authors idea) who has a plot rather similar to mine, except mine has branched out to Hogwarts, whilst theirs stays at Privet Drive.

. However, I would like you all to know the story is called Au Pair, and has an interesting plot line so check it out!

Okay, I'm going to do the review replies first, (though, sorry, not to all of them, there's too many, but thanks to all!) as recently I cam across a review that seemed to have stolen my notebook;

Anarra; Thanks for the tip about Harry, I'll work on that. Now to the bit about the notebook. You see, I keep a notebook of everything that I plan to happen, as you will see from the opening section; Lily confronting Petunia in some form or another has been written in it. Lol, I hope this chappy is to your satisfaction.

Okay, a general to the rest;

I hope you've all been enjoying it, and you will continue to do so. Thanks for your reviews. To those who are confused;

Okay, I know it's complicated, but you must bare with the story. In the last chappy basically; Dumbledore said that the Minster of Magic is going to visit the school, then decide whether to shut it down because of recent attacks. The bit where Dumbledore went to talk to the adults is to be revealed in this chappy that's about the gist.
Oh, and Ginny came back to life.

Very sorry it was a short explanation, if still confused just let me know.

And so to the story:

Lily folded up her letter and placed it into a red envelope, sealing it with a wax stamp. She smiled as she wrote the address on the front. She turned it over, and underneath the seal she wrote:

Dear darling Petty

She smiled once more before tying it carefully to an owl and watching it soar out of the window and into the distance. She pulled out her wand a tapped one of the bricks under the window. She had meaning to show that to James

The brick floated out, and inside the hole was a small box. She slowly lifted it out, and blew the dust off. She wiped her hand over the surface, watching as the carvings came into view in their full glory.

Ivy patterns crawled down the sides, and on the top was the school crest (the symbols for each house), brimmed with pure gold.

Lily lifted the latch on its front, and gasped as she opened it. Memories came flooding back to her

Look under your pillow tonight, the sorting hat whispered in her ear as she sat and trembled on the stool you may find something of surprise GRYFFINDOR

Lily did look under her pillow that night, and gasped at the box. She clicked open the latch, at that age not understanding the symbol. She read the note that was place inside

Dear reader

You are a first year, and most likely looking forward to your coming years at Hogwarts. If you have found this, it is because the sorting hat told you to, and you must thank it for that one day.

You see, I am here to give you some advice, which may or may not come In handy.
Firstly, I will write one letter each year of my life at Hogwarts, starting now I too am beginning first year

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A tear rolled down her cheek as she pushed the small box into the hole.

I don't want you here, I want you with me, she whispered, lifting the brick which she had slid out but someone's after you, and my memories are in you. Good luck, I'll come back.

A twelve year-old Lily pushed the brick quickly into place, and wiped away a tear.

Lily stared at the inside of the box. Where were they? Her memories? Her friends letters? Her letters, her thoughts, her trinkets?

The box was empty, except it's velvet silver lining.

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It reminded her of the song; Every cloud has a sliver lining. (AN; sorry, I have that song stuck in my head)

Her cloud was grey. Voldemort had grown strong, the school was going to be shut down, and they had a pile of bodies in the back of the school, waiting to be moved. She could see no lining but the hope her heart held now she had been reunited with her family.

(At Petunia's)

"Oh, look, a letter darling, for you." Vernon said, passing the red envelope to his wife, not realizing it had been dropped through a window. Petunia came through from the kitchen, removing her apron as she did. She took the letter, and gracefully slid her finger through the seal. Unknown to her, as she opened it, like a jack-in-a-box, Lily's voice was waiting to boom into the room.

"HOW DARE YOU?"

A cold, loud voice rang around the room as the envelope flew into the air, and opened itself into the shape of a mouth.

"HOW DARE YOU TAKE IN MY SON, THEN TREAT HIM WITH ALL THE RESPECT NEEDED FOR A RUG? HOW DARE YOU TAKE HIM UNDER YOUR ROOF AND WATCH AS HE STARVES? HOW DARE YOU EVER, TAKE ANYTHING AND RUIN IT IN SUCH A WAY! THE LIFE HE HAS KNOWN UP TO NOW HAS BEEN RIDDLED WITH ANGER, PAIN, DEATH AND DESTRUCTION, SO WHAT DO YOU DO? YOU SIT BACK, LET IT HAPPEN, THEN STARVE AND ENSLAVE HIM WHEN HE RETURNS HOME!"

By now, Vernon had pulled Petunia away from the letter, as she was in too much shock to move. She whimpered slightly as the howler paused here to draw a deep breath. The couple put their hands over their ears as the letter started once more.

"TO THINK, YOU SPOIL YOUR SON, LET HIM GROW INTO A WHALE, THEN WATCH YOUR NEFEW - MY SON - BECOME A STICK! I'M JUST THANKFUL HE HAS FRIENDS, UNLIKE YOU AND YOUR FAMILY! DO YOU KNOW YOUR SON? DO YOU KNOW WHAT HE DOES?"

The letter paused again, daring them to answer.

"NO, OF COURSE NOT, BECAUSE YOU'RE TOO BUSY IGNORING EVERYONE, AND ANYONE WHO YOU KNOW! YOU, ALL OF YOUR FAMILY CAN'T BELIEVE I EVER SHARED THE SAME NAME! I HOPE YOU AND YOUR FAMILY CAN NOW SQUALLER IN YOUR MISSARY, AND I HOPE THE PAIN AND ANGUISH YOU REALEASED ON MY SON NOW COMES UPON YOU!"

The voice died out, and Vernon tried to swat the letter away.

The red howler hovered a moment, then let out a scream. The windows shattered, and a bright light shot from it, hitting Petunia. She grunted, as her long, pointed nose turned into a fat, short, stubby one. Her long thin body stretched out, as she became wider than an air balloon. She looked rather like a female version of her own son. She blinked. Then she screamed. Then she fainted, Vernon catching her and placing her on the couch.

"POTTER!" He yelled, even though he knew he couldn't hear him, and probably had nothing to do with it.

Once Petunia had been taken to hospital, it turned out she was in a coma. The spells wore off after a day, all she had to do was open her eyes. Dudley and Vernon spent hours at her bedside, playing her favourite music and making sure she got special attention, insisting they weren't taking care of her.

However, this had all been planned for, and as Petunia soon realized, Lily had a few lessons to teach her.

(At Hogwarts)

Later that night, once again the gang were once again found around Ginny's bed in the hospital wing. Stretched over Ginny's legs were many pieces of parchment, the marauders map and various other books, items and all the wands.

Everyone was in silent that. Harry pulled one of the open books towards him to check over the spell once more.

"It is half moon tonight, so we can brew the potion." Lily muttered, before yawning. She glanced at her watch, then back at the books. After a moment she checked her watch again, to make sure she had seen correctly.

"What is your time limit?" She asked the students. Harry shrugged, as he too yawned. Lily's gaze switched to Hermione, who's eyes were flickering open and closed again every few seconds, trying to stay awake.

Ron had fallen asleep in his chair, snoring gently. Ginny? She was too busy scanning the page of a book to listen. Lily sighed before turning to Molly, who was fussing over Ron. Remus? He too was reading one of the many books. She was hanging onto the end of a rope that was slowly creeping away. She turned to her husband, who sat hand in hand with her.

"What, you expect me to know?" He asked, raising an eyebrow. The rope slipped from her clutches again, and Lily only just managed to catch hold once more. Last hope.

Sirius?

Sirius was being bored. And a bored Sirius can be relied on for nothing but shear uselessness. Yep, as she thought. He was changing from dog to human, to amuse a half-awake Hermione.

She let go of the rope, falling into darkness. Even if the twins hadn't left a little while ago to pick up supplies from their shop, they too would have been useless. As if rule-breakers would know what rule they were breaking and why.

So Lily simply followed as the rest and picked up a book. However, as her mind started to go mushy, she decided it was time to get everyone to leave.

"Look," she started "I think the plans ready now, you lot should go and sleep." Hermione nodded, and slowly rose from her chair. She nudged Ron awake, then tapped Harry on the shoulder.

"You coming or what?" She asked groggily, wanting a bed. However, to her surprise, she found Harry engulfed in a book, for some reason or another.

She shook him.

"What?" He muttered.

"Are you coming? You know, bed, sleep?" Ron repeated, coming up behind him.

"Oh, yeah, in a bit," he said, letting the others leave.

"Harry you really should go to bed," Remus said to him.

"Un huh" Harry said, agreeing without listening.

"Harry," Lily said sternly. Harry finally looked up from his book.

"You really should go up to bed,"

"I couldn't sleep," he muttered, turning back to the book in his hands.

"Harry," James repeated, just as Lily had. Harry looked up again.

It's half past eleven, way past the limit, I'm sure. Bed, sleep, now,"

Harry didn't reply, but did rise from his seat.

"Right," he grumbled, yawning again. He trudged out of the hospital wing, his book still in his hand.

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(A/N Very sorry guys, the chapter does continues, I just wanted to make something clear here; I'm going on a few days with the Dursleys. Therefore, when I do write the bit about the major prank, the bit about the Dursleys will just be taking place, right? Got that? Good, I can continue. If not, don't worry, I'm sure no one else did either. Also, at the end of the chappy, I'll explain how it all happens)

Night and day did not exist for Petunia, laying there, for hours on end, in a coma. Yep, she knew it. She knew why too. That- that - red thing! And then- the magic. Petunia mentally shuddered at the word. If only there was something to do.

"Petunia!" a voice screeched. The blackness Petunia could see swirled. She was no longer laying down. She was no longer in a coma. A dream, Petunia repeated to herself as she looked around, Yes, a dream.

She was sitting at a desk, in a white classroom, facing a rather strict looking teacher. An empty classroom, she was the only pupil. The other desks were empty. The bell rang, signalling the start of the school day. The clock on the wall read 9, as it should.

The teacher rose from her seat and announced "Now, class, I have a guest coming to teach to you today; Mrs. Lily Potter."

The door opened, and Lily walked in, her heels clicking on the floor as she walked. The other teacher left, and Lily lay down upon her own desk a brief case. She smiled warmly at Petunia, and flicked her fiery hair over her shoulder.

However, her emerald green eyes soon turned strict, and cold.

"It's a nice day, outside," she said, walking over to the windows and shutting the curtains, blocking out the light that flooded the classroom.

"You don't like the light, do you?" She said, in an expressionless voice

"You prefer hiding away, walking in someone else's shadow."

Petunia blinked. It just wasn't possible. She tried many times to object, state that Lily wasn't real, but she just couldn't. Her voice got lost somewhere between reality and here.

She looked down at herself. She suddenly found herself wearing a pleated black, knee-length skirt, shirt and red/blue striped tie. She looked back up at her teacher, Lily. She was now wearing a black skirt suit, but with no tie, tights and those annoying clicking shoes.

Click, click, and click.

"Petunia, Pay attention!" Lily called from the front of the room, whipping out her wand. Petunia gasped and shrank back in horror.

"I have some lessons to teach you! Let's start with your assignment, why I treated my nephew with so much disrespect." Lily signalled for Petunia to come up to the front of the class. Slowly, she did just that. Suddenly, other students filled the room, staring up at her and laughing, as she turned red. One sat chewing gum and talking to a friend at the other side of the classroom.

"I would like to start by stating the only known facts" Petunia had no control over herself. After saying her first line however Poof the strings controlling her disappeared. She was left to do this speech thingy all alone.

The class started talking, and Lily told them to hush, though she herself was on the verge of laughter.

"Well?" She asked Petunia who now cowered as the wand pointed at her.

"Sit back down!" Lily yelled, and Petunia found herself running back to her seat, followed by her fellow students laughter.

"I think you will find the reason of detest was because of her nephews parents; she hated the mother, she hated the son," one called. Lily smiled at him.

"Correct," she said "who can expand on this?"

"Err well, miss, it's like being prejudice; good blood, bad blood. She believed the mother's bad blood would run in his veins, and that being cruel was the only way to stamp it out of him."

Again, Lily smiled at the one who had spoken. "Correct. Now, can anyone tell me the reason for this so called 'bad blood' about you, Petunia?"

"The mother was magical scum" Petunia cried. Lily smiled.

"I have a lesson to teach. Number 1; your sister was not magical scum. Once we sort this out, we can sort out the original problem. Anyone care to help her out?" Lily asked the class. Hands shot up.

"The mother was not a magical scum. She was gifted with magical powers a rare gift in muggle families that her sister should have been proud of," the same person answered.

"James, please, let someone else have a turn." Petunia whipped her head around.

There, behind her, sat James Potter, that meddling husband of her sister's. Oh, her parents had been so happy when Lily came home at the end of the school year, with him on her arm. Every day on she spent her time with him, got a job, a flat together. Then a few months later got engaged. They moved into a nice big house, her parents had been so pleased, and dragged Petunia around there every other weekend, even though she too had a house of her own.

"Okay, so we have established this was a rare gift in a family such as hers. So why did the sister detest this?"

"Because mother and father hated me!" Petunia roared "Always going after the pretty one, the smart one!"

"Let's now study what her sister had," Lily said, ignoring Petunia.

"Her sister had loving family, good grades with an A/B average, went to a good school, got an education. She got everything she wished for, without being spoilt and had almost an entire year with her parents to herself,"

"So why be angry when her sister came home? Why spoil it for her?" One girl called from the back.

"That's what I'd like to know," Lily replied, looking pointedly at Petunia.

Petunia didn't know how to react to this, so Lily carried on.

All those years before the Lily got her letter, before Petunia thought of boys, when they were both innocent kids, Petunia had dreams. She never wanted to walk in anyone's shadows, at all. She didn't want to be a house wife, she wanted to be a vet. She spoke to Lily, telling her tales of the recoveries she would help the animals make better. One day, Petunia came home from school, flushed in the cheeks. She was fifteen, and had met Vernon. A year later they were long term girlfriend and boyfriend. Petunia lost sight of her dreams. All she ever wanted to do after that was be a house wife, a respectable housewife following behind her husband every step of life. Never again did Lily see her sister smile a real smile. Never again did Petunia give a laugh that wasn't fake. Never again did she dream.

Well, what do you think? I will carry on with the lessons in the next chapter, but it will concentrate mainly on the prank (sorry it wasn't in this chap, but this is 8 PAGES long, 4 extra pages!

Also, in two days I'm on holiday for two weeks, so I'll try and update before then.

Happy reading, as long as you review! (please, please do and leave a message!)