Authors note: yes I know that the last chapter was a little mediocre but it was the only way that I could get it to come out even remotely sane. You don't know how many variations I had going there for a while, any who I hope that you enjoy this chapter. Hey, if you enjoy it enough why don't you review and tell me what you think. If you hate it well then that really sucks but review and tell me how to make it better. Nothing mean please (Truthful Inquisitor - do you hear me?) but a nice criticism would be welcome. Well this Authors Note is quite long don't you think. One more thing and then you can enjoy the story. Dianne: thank you for your kind help and occasional criticisms. Your ideas have really helped me in where I want this story to go. Everybody Else you should go read Dianne's story: Harry Potter and the Fifth House, its on this site to and much better than my story here. Happy Travels Ya'll!

KIRA

One Good Day - Part One

The alarm woke up Julia the exact same time that it had been waking her up for the past week.

At three thirty in the morning Julia would hear the buzz of her alarm. Thirty minutes to get ready and go to work.

Yes she still worked at the McCoy's Bakery. Even though she had been told that she no longer needed to work there. It gave Julia a sense of pride to earn her own money and not to be dependent on the vault at Gringotts that she shared with Harry. Now when she bought something she felt good about getting it. She felt responsible for her self; she could now buy something with out feeling guilty. Is this the right thing to get? Is it absolutely necessary? She even paid rent to Mrs. Figg, for that was where she lived now.

She had made arrangements with every body that she would live at Mrs. Figgs house until the end of summer at least, earlier if the Order felt that Harry and her should go into hiding.

The only thing that could improve her time since that terrible night would be if she could mend things between Harry and her. They hadn't spoken but once since she had asked him to leave the room. When she had talked to him later that night, well early the next morning actually, they had gotten into a huge fight. It had been possibly one of the worst fights she had ever gotten into with Harry. Both of them had said things that shouldn't have been said, that they hadn't meant. Julia was sure of that. But she didn't know what to do to make things better. She didn't know that she wanted to.

Other than her disagreement with Harry things couldnt be better. Julia didn't know of a time previous when she could have said that she was actually enjoying her summer. She hadn't even slightly enjoyed a summer vacation since before she had found out about her magical side.

Now every day she felt better and better. She was free from the oppressive atmosphere of Privet Drive. She had a regular schedule now, something she hadn't had, well ever. She usually started the day by waking up at three thirty and then she would get ready for work as quietly as possible to avoid waking up Ms. Figg. Once she got to the bakery she had a cup of coffee while starting the morning necessities that were required of a bakery. When she got off work at twelve she had the rest of the day to herself. She could do anything that she liked. She had never had that freedom not even at school, which was a lot less oppressive than the Dursley's. Sometimes she would go to the library and find a good book and an even better corner. More often than not though Julia would go towards the park.

The park was one of the few places that Julia could go without fear of the Dursley's showing up. She couldnt remember the last time that she had seen her uncle leave the house on foot, he was never one to take care of himself in the ways of exercise. Dudley wouldn't be near the park until the evening. That was when he met his cronies usually. She had made the mistake of being in the park after nightfall only once and she didn't plan on making that mistake again.

At three forty five Julia started her short walk towards the bakery still lost in thought. She was still amazed at how her problem with diabetes was now known to at least a few select people. Snape had told her that Dumbledore, Harry, and Ms. Figg were the only ones with knowledge of her condition, well excepting Snape that is, he knew. She had even been given literature detailing the history of diabetes in the wizarding world.

From what she had learned, diabetes had started as a muggle disease but had somehow surpassed all of the magical defenses of witches and wizards. No one in the wizarding or muggle world for that matter had figured out why the disease affected some people and not others. Why one person would get it and not any one else in their family. It was still a mystery. But the thing that fascinated Julia the most wasn't the fact that diabetes affected both muggles and magic folk. What fascinated her most was what muggles thought people with diabetes were in the middle ages. They thought that they were vampires.

It really shouldn't surprise me very much but it does. Julia thought as she reached the bakery. It was still dark. Good Bonny isn't here yet. Bonny was Dr. McCoy's wife. Julia always preferred arriving before Bonny, that way she could have her first cup of coffee in peace. She always liked time to think before speaking to people in the morning.

Julia pulled out the key from her back pocket and unlocked the door. She stepped inside quickly. Once in she went to the back to start some coffee. Once she had poured her first cup of the day and put the croissants in the oven Julia found her favorite table in the corner of the bakery and thought about what she had to do about her diabetes. She had a choice. She could either deal with it as she had been for the last year or she could use the wizarding approach. Both avenues seemed the same for Julia, both had their problems.

With the muggle approach she at least had the option of surgery to try and cure her diabetes. Islet transplantation that was what it was called; the procedure that she had been planning to get five days before. Unfortunately the procedure had been postponed because the doctor in charge of it had gotten sick. That had seemed like a disaster at first but now Julia was glad for the delay. Now she could think of the other avenue.

The magical avenue was one that held some promise, not as much as the surgery of the muggle way but it still held some promise. With the magical avenue she would be taking a potion once a day to replenish her islet cell count, therefore ensuring some regulation from her body of her blood sugar level. She would also have to take a different potion during each meal that she had. It would help replenish the insulin that her body could no longer make. While this wasn't as permanent as the operation it would still be a better option than what she had been doing. Living by chance, she had been guessing when she needed her insulin or sugar by mere feeling. If she felt dizzy or light headed she would eat something with sugar; if she felt woozy she would take her insulin. It wasn't fool proof by a long shot but at the time it had been the only thing she had. While at Hogwarts her blood sugar monitor wouldn't work because it was surrounded by too much magical energy but while at privet drive it worked fine. The down side to going to a magical school I guess.

Just as she was finishing her first cup of coffee Bonny McCoy entered the bakery.

Bonny was by no means an ugly woman, nor could she be called exactly pretty. She had this homey charm much the same as Mrs. Weasley. It was kind but you knew she meant business. She would be sweet one minute but if you messed up in any way you would be sure to hear her opinion on the matter. She pushed you only if she knew you could do better. That's why Julia liked her so much.

"Julia dear, you're in awfully early. Tell me have you been given any news on the new date of your surgery? I need to know so that I can find someone to fill in for you for the week that you'll be gone" Bonny always started out that way. Tell Julia she was early and then ask a business question. It was a breath of fresh air not to have to engage in so much small talk with her like she did with so many other people.

" I'm in as early as I always have been and as early as I always will. And no, I haven't been contacted about the new date. Sorry. I'm not quite sure if i'm going to get it, to be honest with you."

Bonny turned from the display counter where she was putting up the muffins that Julia had already baked. Her face was filled with surprise. " Why, julia? Why? Are you having doubts? If its cold feet I could have Fisher talk to you if you want." Dr. Fisher McCoy being Bonny's husband.

Julia didn't know how to answer for a moment but then tried the closest thing to the truth. " Well, umm, my aunt and uncle found out about the procedure and they don't really think that it's a good idea. I wouldn't hesitate about having it done with out there approval normally but this time i'm worried. I mean this is only an experimental trial for goodness sakes. What happens if the procedure goes wrong?"

Bonny looked at Julia before answering. "Dear, you wont get any where in life with out taking risks. But if you feel like this is too much of a risk to take you just tell Fisher and I, and we'll tell the doctor. Remember this is your choice, but do try to think of the results of your actions."

That was why Julia liked Bonny so much. She understood and was able to offer some well needed advice when she thought that it could help.

"Thank you Bonny, I think that I might need to talk to your husband after work then, if that's okay?"

Julia didn't know if she was a fool or just doing the smart thing but she didn't think that getting an experimental treatment was something that she should try just now. There were to many things going on right now. She just couldnt risk it.

" Sure dear that would be no problem, you know he is coming in later on this morning why don't you just talk to him then. It can be your break."

Julia looked up. Dr. McCoy never came in unless it was either an emergency or a special occasion. She wondered which one it would be today.

The day dragged on with Julia and Bonny greeting customers and pulling things out of the oven. At around eight o'clock Dr. McCoy came in. it was the twenty-fifth anniversary of his and Bonny's marriage. Julia congratulated them before speaking to Dr. Fisher alone. She spoke to him briefly about her change of heart. He seemed disappointed that she wasn't going through with the surgery but he told her he understood.

The day was still going remarkably well. She hadn't thought about the Dursley's or her fears for her brother, or well anything. Unless you counted her thoughts on her condition, but to her that didn't count.

Then around twelve when the bakery was closing someone came to visit her that could ruin her almost perfect day.

Authors Note: (again many of them).

Dun, dun, dun... Who came to visit? I guess that you'll just have to keep reading to find out now wont you?

On a completely different note, I would like to say sorry. I actually meant this chapter to be a little more expansive but it just got a little to long for comfort. So the next chapter will be titled one good day Part Two. That way I don't overload any one, that includes myself!

On another completely different note, (i'm getting a lot of those aren't I?) there is such a procedure as Islet Transplantation; basically it is what its name says. It transplants islets from a donor pancreas to the diabetic. From what I have heard after a year the patient hardly has to use insulin. They do have to take immunosuppressive drugs though. I was originally going to have Julia go through the procedure but I thought that mayhaps she had been through enough. Well for now anyways!