Hi, this fan fic is kind of a weird random one that just came into my head and seemed to write itself but I hope you enjoy it, and please review! I will appreciate criticism so I can improve. Any problems, tell me please. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I can't see any big checks so I mustn't't be J. K. Rowling after all. I was so sure I was…but I own Rosie, she is mine!

Summary: Harry is between sixth and seventh year here, but the presence of Sirius and Dumbledore will be explained. His aunt has revealed a secret that may turn Harry's world upside down…for the better? Big changes forSirius and time travel to the mardaurs' era. Summery sucks but the story is good. Its rather strange and random but you'll get a good laugh if nothing else. I don't know if this has been done before so sorry if it has.

CHAPTER ONE:

Harry Potter had a secret. It was not the fact that he was a wizard, the fact that he was in love with someone he shouldn't be in love with, or even the fact that he was sneaking out of the house at three a.m. for the fourth time that week. No, this secret even Harry wasn't aware of; Aunt Petunia had never told him. But he would know soon.

He had no idea that she was watching him as he tied up his shoes and made sure the bathroom window was definitely open. But she was. Dressed in her bedclothes, she watched every movement, and waited until he had shut the front door behind him before she alerted the Order wizards hidden in her garden to the fact that he had left.

They disappeared after him immediately, ready to protect if they had to, but he had come to no harm lately. She walked into the kitchen and quietly moved the table, careful not to wake her husband and son. Then she closed her eyes, concentrated a moment, and said, "Okay. It's safe."

The girl appeared immediately. Petunia couldn't't help her delighted gasp; for one second she was twenty again, and looking at her baby daughter for the first time. The only time. Petunia had been unconscious during the birth and when she had come to three days later James had been by the bed holding the tiny infant. Lily had been asleep in a chair with Harry in her arms. The others had not been there, all dragged away by business or personal reasons.

"Hi" the girl said lightly. "I'm guessing there was no trouble?"

Petunia shook her head. "No, sweetheart. Vernon and Dudley are asleep, and Harry went out."

Her daughter smiled. She had the classic Evans family looks; green eyes, tall and slender, but there were traces of her father too - black hair, lips that looked permanently ready to pull into a mischievous smile.

"Oh, Rosie" Petunia gasped, stepping forward. As they held each other, sixteen years apart disappeared. They went into the living room, settled on the settee, talked about everything under the moon. How long they were there Petunia did not know but when she heard footsteps and looked up, she was surprised to see her nephew standing there, still with his coat and boots on. He looked at them in surprise.

"Hi" he said awkwardly, and within thirty seconds Petunia Dursley had figured pretty much everything that was going through her nephew's mind. She may pretend not to like him but she had him pretty much figured. He was confused, surprised, anxious and fully aware that he was caught out.

"Hi" she smiled. For a moment she looked at him, wondering what she should tell him. In the end she decided the truth was better than the lies she had fed him for seventeen years, though she knew that this would only cause him pain. "This is Rosie. She's my daughter. Your cousin."

For a moment Harry froze. "Okay……"

"We've been lying to you for 17 years in case Voldermort went into your brain and found out."

"Right." He sat down.

"She's Sirius' daughter too." That caught Harry's attention. He looked up at his aunt, agog, and she explained further. "A few months after Dudley was born, I fell pregnant again, but to Sirius rather than Vernon. Vernon said he would forgive me but I was to give Rosie away and not see her or Sirius again. I did, and then Sirius went to Askaban, but I continued talking to Rosie in secret once she was old enough. I wanted to leave Vernon for Sirius - he was always my true love - but with three children to worry about I just couldn't."

Harry processed this. "Right" he nodded. He looked at Rosie. "You're Sirius daughter?" She nodded. He looked at her for a moment longer, then something clicked in his brain. "You're in Griffindor! Ginny's year! You're a witch!"

Rosie nodded. "Half-blood, like you. Both our fathers were pure-bloods in love with muggle-born witches." The words were out of her mouth before Petunia could stop her. Harry looked at her. "You're a witch?" he gasped.

Rosie looked upset as she glanced at her mother. "Oh, mum, I'm sorry" she said. "I know you said that you didn't do magic anymore but I thought they knew you were a witch!"

Petunia shook her head. "No. I kept that secret from Harry and Dudley. Vernon knew, but he forbade me to use magic or to even mention it."

"Why do you stay with him?" Harry demanded. He hated his uncle, but had never realised that Aunt Petunia was treat like this. If he had he would have made her leave years ago - they could go to Sirius, he would take them in.

"I couldn't leave now" she told him. "I married him and that's my lot in life!"

"Come live at Sirius' house" Harry suggested. "He'd let us stay for a while. You, me, Rosie and Dudley. I'll ask him now."

Petunia hesitated. She knew she should stop him but as Harry swept from the room, she felt real hope for the first time in years.