Disclaimer: I did use some description from the first book to describe the Dursley's and their house. (And other characters that I do not own.)

"Funny Business"

It had been almost 8 years since Jane Black gave her godson to the Dursleys, but it looked as if nothing had changed on Privet Drive. The houses still looked identical to each other and hardly any of the neighbors had moved. On the inside Number 4 Privet Drive looked exactly the same as it always did when Jane came by with her goddaughter, Avalon. It was like how historic sites never changed in appearances. The living room where Jane and Petunia came to some sort of strange custody agreement looked exactly the same. The only signs that time had even passed were the pictures on the mantel. (Jane was always slightly fascinated that the photos didn't move.) There were lots of photographs of a round pink blonde young boy growing larger and rounder throughout the years. If Jane didn't know any better it would appear as if there had not been another boy living in the house.

And yet Harry Potter sat sheepishly on the couch that Jane had sat in all those years ago. Looking at him wearing that expression almost made Jane sigh in exasperation. But she tried to keep her composure. He had the messy jet black hair, thin face, glasses, and knobby knees that were staple traits for all Potter boys. He looked exactly like his father when he was that age. And his current expression did not help Jane wipe the memory of the face of a 9 year old James Potter. The James in her memory had just gotten a then 9 year old Jane Potter in trouble by convincing her to help him test the limits of their combined "accidental" magic and resulting in the two of them exploding the broom shed. Which just so happened to also be the place he had convinced her to use their magic to try and break into so that they could have a go on the adult brooms without supervision.

There was a slight difference, however, between her godson and his father. And that was a lightning shaped scar barely hidden under his messy bangs, and his eyes. Not only were the eyes a bright green like his mother's, But they currently held a glimpse of a slightly guilty look that James would never have been caught dead wearing if he could help it.

Next to Harry sat his sister, an 8 year old Avalon Potter. She looked nothing like her brother, while he was the spitting image of their father, she was the spitting image of her mother. She had beautiful dark red hair that was half pulled back and held by a perfect velvet grey bow and pale smooth skin. Unlike her mother's green eyes, she had her father's hazel ones that glistened with mischief. At the moment she was trying to keep herself from laughing at her Uncle Vernon who was turning purple with anger and spluttering through his senseless and incomprehensible rant.

Jane Black was supposed to be at the Ministry of Magic but had gotten a floo call from Remus Lupin saying that the Dursleys had called on the phone because something had happened with Harry at the muggle (non magical) primary school he and Avalon were attending with their cousin Dudley.

That was one of the arrangements Petunia Dursley and Jane made. They had both agreed that the children's mother, Lily, would want them to attend a muggle school prior to attending Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry when they were 11 years old. Jane would drop off Avalon at the Dursley's to be taken to school in the morning and would pick her up later in the afternoon at 5 O'clock sharp 5 days a week. Harry, of course, would stay living with the Dursleys. Another arrangement was that whenever Harry (or Avalon when she was there) let off some sort of accidental magic, Jane would be alerted to come fix anything that needed to be set back to their proper state. She was sure that this last arrangement was the reason why she was here early. They were both now 9 and 8 years old and understood that some of the strange things ("funny business" as the Dursleys like to call it) that happened was their magic coming in. This time Jane had brought with her Mary Macdonald because Mary had experience with muggle schools. Jane on the other hand, had no clue.

"—those no good little brats. Now the whole world knows how absurd they are. This could ruin everything, my job, our lives—" Vernon Dursley was yelling.

"Oh just shut it!" Mary yelled impatiently and waved her wand to silence him.

Vernon brought his hand to his throat as if he was choking. Petunia shrieked and rushed to her husband's side. Which was a bit dramatic in Jane's opinion.

"Mary!" Jane scolded. She waved her own wand to undo the silencing charm. Her friend just shrugged like it was nothing.

"I want you all out this instant!" Vernon Dursley roared.

Jane sort of wished she kept the charm on him. She pointed her wand at him half-threateningly at him. Mary gave Jane an immature I-told-you-so look.

"Oh don't make me regret undoing that spell Dursley." Jane said sternly. "She's right, give it a rest you aren't helping. Why don't you go back to your drools or whatever they are."

"Drills," Mary corrected cheekily.

"Yes. Whatever. Those." Jane said waving her wand hand carelessly.

"Why you—" Jane cut Mr. Dursley off with a mocking twitch of her wand in his direction. Petunia took that as her cue and pushed him past a spying Dudley in the hallway and back to his car so he could head back to work. It was only about 2 pm after all. Petunia then marched back to the living room sending her sweet innocent Dudley up the stairs to play with his toys. He threw a fit about it until his mother promised to take him to pick out a new toy over the weekend.

When Petunia returned she stood behind the couch facing the two adult witches. Now that it was quieter the three women then noticed that the crystals on the chandelier twinkled together as if they were giggling. Jane looked down at her goddaughter who had now somehow managed to mask any outward evidence of laughter.

"Avalon." Jane reprimanded. "That's enough."

"What," Avalon said innocently while batting her eyelashes. "I haven't even done anything."

"Your magic." Jane specified pointing at the lights. "Or would you like me to send you to wait in Harry's room."

"What? it's accidental magic. It's not like I can help it if I wanted to." She said. Nonetheless the lights stopped twinkling.

"We've had enough m-magic for today!" Petunia shrilled.

"You should send her there anyway," Harry muttered at the same time.

"Alright. Alright." Jane waved her hands to quiet everyone. "That's enough. Will someone please explain to me what happened today."

"Well." Petunia said straightening up and walking around to the side of the couch to get closer and glare at her nephew. "I received a phone call from their headmistress telling me that Harry had climbed the school building and was on the roof during lunch!"

"I did not!" Harry started to insist but Jane held up her hand signifying to him to stop. He slumped against the couch.

"Harry," Jane said in a tone that clearly meant business. "Were you on the roof at all during lunch or not?"

"Yes." The 9 year old boy sighed. Before rushing to try and defend himself. "But I didn't mean to be!"

"Alright. So why were you on the roof? And how did you get up there if you didn't climb the building m?" Jane questioned.

"Well," Harry started to explain for what felt like the millionth time that day. (He has tried to explain to his Aunt and uncle during the entirety of the ride home from school but Uncle Vernon would not hear any of it if it had to do with magic.) He cast a sideways glance at his Aunt Petunia. He knew that she was not going to like what he had to say next. "During lunch break, Dudley and his friends decided to play this game they like to play. Er...they call it "Harry hunting—"

"WHAT!" Mary exclaimed outraged.

"My Diddykins would never!" Petunia protested.

Jane started to regret bringing Mary along. She was making this far louder than it needed to be. Which Jane found absurd because back in school Mary was the quieter one out of the two of them. Once Jane had gotten Petunia and Mary to quiet down again, she gestured for Harry to continue.

"Right. Well. They were chasing me and I thought I could hide from them behind the trash cans by the cafeteria so I tried to jump behind them and the next thing I knew I was on the roof!" He said, raising his arms to emphasize his surprise.

"Alright then. Now Avalon. What do you know?" Jane turned her attention to the girl in question so that she could get the full story.

"Oh. I didn't see anything," Avalon said with a shrug of her shoulders. "We have our lunch break at different times. My class had Break a little before Harry and Dudley's. We usually start coming in and they start going out. Aunt Petunia just pulled me out of school with Harry and Dudley."

"Then why are you still here?" Harry muttered quietly. He thought no one could hear him but Jane (being closest aside from Avalon) could. Although, she didn't say anything because she sort of agreed with him and she knew by now that she had to pick her battles.

"My Duddy's would never hurt anyone," cried Petunia again.

"We'll talk about that later, Petunia." Jane said before directing her attention back to Harry. "Harry, when you jumped did it sort of feel like you were just kicking off to fly a broom?"

"Yeah!" Harry exclaimed excitedly.

"Well, that certainly sounds like magic, my dear. It looks like you flew." Jane said.

"Really!" Harry said excitedly. "I thought you couldn't fly without a broom?"

"Well accidental magic has a mind of its own I guess. I think Your mother said that she flew once with accidental magic." Jane said.

"Really!" Both the children on the couch shouted together.

"I believe so, but you might have to ask your Aunt Petunia." Jane smirked slightly.

The children looked excitedly at their Aunt Petunia completely unaware of how uncomfortable she had gotten with all the talk of magic. Even though they both knew that Petunia hated questions about their parents. Typically they kept any questions that they had about their mom and dad to themselves until they could ask their Aunt Jane later. Petunia had steadily gotten greener and her lips were more pursed than ever. She had sunken herself down to an armchair to keep herself steady. She cast a glare in Jane's direction.

"Yes." Petunia said thinly. She surprised them all when she willingly offered more information. "Flew off of a swing set and landed quite gently. It was right after that when that boy came and told us she was a-, well, a witch."

Petunia spat out the word boy in distaste. And to be honest it took all of Jane's willpower not to make a face as well when she thought of who that boy might be.

"What boy?" Harry asked curiously. "Was it our dad?"

Definitely not. Jane thought, shuddering in her mind. "This was before Hogwarts. Your parents didn't meet until they got there, remember?"

"Oh right," Harry said. He was about to press for more information on this boy, but Jane steered the conversation back to its point of origin.

"Well since all you did was fly a little," Jane started again. "And since your school already came up with a reasonable explanation, I don't think there's anything we can do, right?"

She looked at Mary for confirmation.

"Yeah," Mary said. "No one was harmed or anything in any way. Nothing was broken or damaged. Children climb to the roof all the time. Even without magic."

"But I'm still in trouble with school, aren't I?" Harry said. "It's not even my fault! I didn't mean to."

"I know Harry, but we can't go around changing the memory of muggles everytime they see magic if it can be explained with their own muggle logic." Jane said, "it's alright. You've already been taken out of school for the rest of the day all you need to do is write an apology letter to the headmistress and give it to her on monday."

Harry grumbled to himself. Avalon snickered at him until Jane cast a glare at her to stop.

"I think it would be a good idea for Harry to come with me for the weekend," Jane said, turning to look at Petunia. "Don't you think? I'm sure Uncle Moony would be happy to help with that letter."

Petunia nodded curtly and Harry's face brightened again at the idea.

"Alright then Harry why don't you go gather up whatever you need for the weekend. Avalon go get your things. Mary will help both of you." Jane said.

AN: Suprise chapter! I know I just posted one yesterday. But I also managed to finish this one way earlier last night too. And I was going to post it later in the day at my more reasonable hour but... I couldn't sleep. So here you go.

Harry is still currently at the Dursley's because I do want to keep as much canon plot in as possible and unfortunately some important things happen there.

Also any events that would not change simply because Sirius has a family will stay the same. Because yes butterfly affect but the butterfly doesn't touch everything. (Also don't get mad at me I have not forgotten about Sirius)