Author notes; This is my first (published) fanfic so be kind. It's not the best I've ever written perhaps one of the worse, but I figure, hey why not publish it? Maybe some one will like my horrible writing and review D It will get better, and more detailed I promise. Please don't flame me, but also don't be scared to give an honest opinion/suggestions. Also remember that this story is in the view point of a small child, who is around 9-10, so things have to be simply written and explained to her slightly sugar coated. Thank you.
-Nikki.

It was the worse thing Harry could have done. It was the worst case scenario. He didn't want to do it, honest. Why would he?

This was the woman, the same woman that had raised him, had hated him… Had loathed everything about him because of who he was and what he represented.

It wasn't like he rejoiced in doing this but he had to… It had to be done.

"But I don't want to go!" The ever-so-stubborn Miss. Lily Potter declared angrily, as her and her father drove away from their house. "I don't want to stay with that woman."

"I know flower, I know…." Harry said soothingly putting a hand over her own, while his other stayed on the steering wheel firmly. "But it's the only choice we have."

"Why can't I stay with nana and grandpa?" Lily complained flicking her red hair over her shoulders.

"Because Lily," Harry started patiently. "Nana and grandpa's is too obvious… We need you to be somewhere safer."

"I'm not scared of some stupid death eater," Harry's little daughter boldly said a determined glint in her eyes causing Harry to smile.

"I know you're not flower, but I am. I'm scared what he will do to you if he finds you. Al and James are safe at Hogwarts because there are lots of people including Neville who I trust very much, to look over them. But you… It's safer if you stay with Aunt Petunia. Besides it's not like you don't know anyone, Dudley will be popping in every now and again with his children, Ellie, Andrew and Alexander, you remember them don't you?"

Judging by the way Lily's nose turned up in disgust, she did.

"What about you and mummy, what if Jugson gets you too?"

"Mummy and daddy are older and more experienced, and can look after themselves, besides mummy and daddy will be hiding in a special place with a special charm to help them…"

Harry and Ginny were going to hide out at small run down cottage in Wales, under the protection of the Fidelius Charm with Ron as their secret keeper. Though Harry trusted Ron with all his heart, he was scared that somehow the secret would be revealed of their whereabouts to Jugson (a nasty death eater who had somehow escaped Azkaban and was now threatening Harry's family's life and had the skills and the people behind him to do it) would turn up and kill them all.

Harry couldn't risk having his children living with him.

That is why it was safer for only he and Ginny to occupy the cottage, Harry would have been more comfortable with Ginny living with Neville or Luna (where his boys were going to be staying over holidays if Jugson hadn't been caught by then) but she had been insistent in staying with Harry to the end.

Only Harry could have picked a stubborn wife.

"Does aunt Petunia know I'm staying with her?" Lily asked, as she looked out of the window as they drove past hills after hills.

"Er… No," Harry admitted. "I thought that if I just turned up she wouldn't be able to refuse me, the neighbors would gossip you see."

"And what if she does?" Lily said her brown eyes shining bright in hope. "What if she doesn't want me to be there?"

"She will want you to be there," Harry said firmly.

"But what if she doesn't? Dad? DAD?"

"I'll just remind her of a certain promise she made to Dumbledore."

Lily scowled at her father, he was always so mysterious making past references and such. What were her parents thinking anyway, sending her to live with this woman? The same woman who had been horrible to her father all his life?

It had been Lily's mother's idea, her own mother! Her dad had been hesitant to agree, but finally resigned to the idea agreeing that no one would expect Lily to be there.

It wasn't fair! Petunia Dursley was an old woman by now, well maybe not so old, but still older. She would probably be crabby and grumpy and not willing to talk to Lily at all. She'd probably hate Lily because she was magical, and be horrible to her.

If Lily had to sleep in a cupboard under the stairs, there'd be some serious hell to play.

"Nearly there," Harry commented as they entered a street.

"I can hardly wait," Lily said sarcastically rolling her eyes and putting her head against the window.

Harry chuckled. "Is that sarcasm I detect, flower?"

"Maybe…"

"The street hasn't changed," Harry remarked in slight surprise. "I swear everything is the same, even the kids look the same…"

The houses were the same, dull boring with nice clean cut lawns, neat gardens and a cute mail box. The kids that were walking down the streets were kids that Harry recognized, there were the 'gang' that were obviously the cool bullying ones and there were the loser kids that wore faded old clothes, had glasses and were just plain different. There were the kids that sucked up to old people and did jobs for them such as cut their lawns for money and/or treats. Yes everything was exactly the same.

Hell even the neighbors were the same, there were three women standing in front of a house no doubt gossiping over some scandalous event that may have happened recently in the small dull inhabitants of Privet Drive.

Yes… Everything was exactly the same as Harry had left it. In fact he was feeling more then a little uncomfortable, as they continued to slowly drive up the street, it was feeling more and more like he had used a time turner and had gone back in time. Nothing, nothing at all had changed. NOTHING!

Finally they arrived at their destination, Four Privet Drive. The house looked exactly as he had remembered it. The garden had all the same plants, the lawn was cut it the same way, there was no sign of age or rusting on the house everything was… perfect. It made Harry feel slightly ill.

"Is this it?" Lily asked in disbelief. "This is where you grew up?"

"Yeah," Harry said noting the surprise in his daughter's voice. "Why? What did you expect?"

Lily shrugged and said, "I dunno," when in fact she knew exactly what she had been expecting.

She had been expecting a huge ugly house, that was rusting and horrible, and aging. She had been expecting ugly statues of gargoyles in the garden, and weeds and vines growing up the house. She had been expecting to see a dungeon so huge that one would be able to see it even from afar. She'd been expecting to see discarded weapons and torture tools on the lawn of unruly grass, she'd been expecting something scary, something horrible… Something she could hate instantly.

But this was none of those things. The house looked a lot like her dolls house back at home, it was perfect in every detail.

Then again, all of the houses in the streets were. It was like they were trying to be perfect, like they were leading a life of charade hiding behind a mask of perfection.

Lily could already see she wasn't going to fit in.

Harry looked at his daughter a unreadable expression on his face. "May as well go in eh? Come on, I can already see aunt Petunia looking out of the windows, she must be dying to know who it is. Let's not keep her waiting any longer, shall we?"

Lily nodded a little unsure and if she was honest to herself- a little afraid of what would be happening next.