So another insomnia update, this one is introducing the second main character for this fic and setting up their dynamic with Harry. Also if Harry seems a bit scatter brained to you, well good that was what I was shooting for because he's been awake for far too long and just isn't thinking as straight as he'd like to be. Anyway some answers to potential questions are at the end of the chapter so take a glance at that, enjoy!

The 24 hour diner Harry found himself in was one of those places meant for insomniatic office workers, and caffeine addled university students desperately cramming for finals. So thankfully the tea was decent, the sandwiches fresh, and the middle age waitress would occasionally smile fondly at the single father cradling his daughter in one arm while jotting notes down into a pad with the other.

The last thing he needed was weak drinks, greasy food, and scowling workers, why Ron always preferred those joints after a day of Auror training was really beyond him.

Ugh, his mind was wandering and he still had so much to do and plan for, glancing down at the list he'd been feverishly writing out he racked his memory for anything he'd forgotten. Assuming everything wasn't completely different here aside from the Potters having a daughter rather than a son he had a basic outline to run with.

Ok, it was November second, tomorrow was the day that Sirius rather foolishly got himself framed by the rat, so he had a bit of leeway to play with there. Day after that the LeStranges attacked the Longbottoms which was definitely on his list of things to prevent, hopefully he could score Neville a real childhood with that one.

Albus wouldn't bother sealing the Potters will until the end of the month at the next Wizengamot meeting, so if Harry could do a hereditary test at Gringott's he could wrest the Potter fortune away from everyone else and keep it safe for Violet until she came of age.

Speaking of which he needed to establish their identities in both the magical and mundane world, which would rather sadly be incredibly easy in 1981. With the war having torn so many families apart the records at the Ministry for Magic were a complete mess so greasing a few palms would make acquiring proper identification incredibly easy.

The mundane world even more so, they still mostly relied on physical documentation at this point in time and most computers were primitive to say the least so faking birth certificates and residency papers should be a snap.

That is if he could even figure out how the computers worked in this period of time, he was fairly certain graphic user interfaces weren't a thing until the early 90's if he remembered what Dennis had told him clearly.

Glancing down at the sleeping child in his arm he raised a brow while quietly muttering, "Hell is MS-DOS even a thing yet? Ugh I was so not prepared to be tossed into the 80's..."

Ok, first thing is first, he needed someone to take care of Violet for the time being so he could go make sure Sirius didn't go and get framed by the rat. That...was a really tall order who could he possibly turn to who would hear him out long enough for him to convince them of the truth of his situation, who also distrusted Dumbledore and Riddle enough to keep the Girl-Who-Lived thing under wraps?

The answer hit Harry a second later and he found himself feeling rather stupid for not considering it beforehand, sighing he signaled down the waitress and threw her a winning smile as she stopped before him.

"Excuse me miss, do you happen to have a phone directory?"

In a modestly sized home in a rather affluent neighborhood in a suburb of London a young woman was roused from her impromptu nap by the doorbell ringing. Groaning she sat up from the couch and began rotating her head trying to get the kinks out of her neck while glancing at the clock, she paused and glared at said timepiece while letting out a low growl.

"Ok, who the bloody hell comes calling at seven in the morning? Ugh, that's it, someone is going to die." Standing up shakily she made sure not to spill the half empty bottle of wine from the night before that was still sitting next to the couch, and quickly gathered the scattered paperwork she'd been working on.

Working on multiple degrees for her muggle university at the same time as she was gaining her potions mastery may have sounded like a brilliant idea at the time, but she was beginning to think her older sister had been right about biting off more than she could chew. Still-

*Ding-Dong!*

Her eye twitched, right, the doorbell, seriously if that asshole woke up Nymphadora before she was well and ready to take care of that wrecking ball of energy the cruciatus was going to be the least of their problems. Glancing down at her tank top and sweats she decided it was good enough and prowled towards the front door and slapped the locks open and quickly swung the door as she glared at...

Well damn.

Giving the rather gorgeous man a once over she felt most of her ire melt away, even after she saw the brat held in his arms, raising a single brow she gave him an imperious stare while eventually drawling out a greeting.

"Can I help you?"

The man looked a bit gobsmacked as he gave her a once over, which upon reflecting on the likely state of her hair at the moment she found somewhat understandable.

Eventually he managed to respond, even if he sounded oddly suspicious, "Umm... Andromeda Tonks?"

She scoffed at that, "That's my older sister, she's working the night shift so I'm watching her welp. I'm Bellatrix Black, what can I do for you?"

The man's eyes widened perceptibly before he sighed and shook his head muttering, "Younger and a Black..." Closing his eyes he sighed again before plastering on a wide smile, "Well, you're a Black, so have you ever read a journal detailing the World Walking ritual?"

Every single alarm in Bellatrix's head went off at once as she pulled her walnut wand from its holster and aimed it directly in the man's face, at the very least he looked properly startled so that was something at least.

"What the fuck do you want and who the fuck are you!?"

The man licked suddenly dry lips before quickly spitting out, "I just want to talk for a couple minutes! Please! I'm Harry Potter and...well I'm her, Harriet Potter from another world."

That...was a very effective way to derail Bellatrix's train of thought, "What? I..." Suddenly her sleep addled brain clicked a few things into place, this bloke obviously wasn't here on her father's orders to drag her back to that world. The fact he knew how to use a doorbell made it fairly likely he was not a Pure-Blood, and she had in fact read about the World Walker ritual and...

Cautiously lowering her wand she glanced at the baby cradled in his arms and recognition suddenly hit her, "That is cousin Jamie's little girl, isn't it? I heard he and his wife were killed on Samhain.. I..."

Pinching the bridge of her nose she turned around while shaking her head, "I need coffee, sit down in the living room, do not touch my homework, and do not spill my wine. Has the kid eaten today?"

Harry followed her in a bit bewildered as he quietly closed the door behind him while he continued into the house proper, "Err, no, I don't have anything on me to make a bottle up or the like at the moment."

Bellatrix paused mid step, gave him a 'Are you an idiot?' look, and tapped her wand against a candlestick transfiguring it into a bottle. Harry blushed slightly as the woman rolled her eyes and snatched the bottle up while continuing to the kitchen.

"I'll heat her up some milk, sit down and keep quiet, if you wake up my niece I'm going to kill you slowly and painfully."

Harry truthfully didn't doubt that and so he sat on the couch uncomfortably for several minutes as Violet began squirming about, he just hoped the child remained silent for the time being. Eventually Bellatrix entered the room, placed a tray of steaming mugs on the table, and snatched the girl from his arms while taking a seat beside him.

Offering up the bottle Violet began sucking on it and let out a sound of contentment, eventually Bellatrix's lilac gaze met Harry's emerald as she stated, "Ok, now talk, and this better be good."

Harry shifted about a bit, pinched the bridge of his nose, and eventually let out a resigned sigh, "Ok, first question, you're not the oldest Black sister, and you aren't married to Rodolphus LeStrange, are you?"

Bellatrix looked like someone had just told her they ate her puppy, "LeStrange? Sweet merciless Morrigan no! First off I hated the bastard for what he tried to do to Andi, and besides which, he's dead."

Harry nodded slowly at that, "So in this world Andi was the one who they tried to force to marry him, meaning she is the eldest yes?"

She rolled her eyes, "Yes I'm the middle child."

"Huh...wonder how that worked out...how did Lestrange die?"

Bellatrix shrugged, "He tried to rape Andi."

Harry winced, "Is Andromeda perhaps...a bit on the creatively sadistic side in this world?"

Bellatrix only grinned in return, he shuddered a bit trying not to think about how painful that man's last days must have been, not that he hadn't deserved it. Death Eater scum and all that.

"Well...at least some things stayed the same..."

There was a pregnant pause in the conversation before Harry finally picked up one of the mugs, added some milk, and began sipping his coffee before nodding slowly to himself.

"Ok," he began, "My story goes like this, once upon a time a meddling old man was giving a job interview to a washed up lush in a dingy bar rather than his school for some unknown reason. The job was for the Divination teaching position at Hogwarts, and the washed up lush just happened to have a vision giving the meddling old man a prophecy that would solve his Dark Lord problem..."

Harry sometimes can't help his Gryffindor boldness from rearing its somewhat suicidal head now and then, luckily for him he was dealing with a Black.

As for Bellatrix, why she lives in the muggle world with Andromeda will be explained next chapter, and I'm fairly certain we'll be introduced to Sirius.

Also I figured cutting the chapter here will save us all from having to recap all of Harry's misadventures.

EDIT: Oh yeah the phone directory scene was something that always amused me about Harry's "hidden" family. All it would take to hunt him down is finding out their last name looking them up in the phone book and all of Dumbledore's protections would be for nothing. I kinda figured that was how Sirius found him in the beginning of PoA, likely the only Pure-Blood to ever think about it and he was half insane at the time, fun stuff.

Anyway, hope you enjoyed, please review!