AN- So if you're a new reader, welcome, if you're an old one, welcome to a slightly different Bidding Time! So I wrote this several years ago, and honestly, completely forgot about it. And as many of you might know, it had really large copyright infringements originally, so bad that I cringe to even think that I ever thought it was right. Anyways, I've deleted the first five chapters I believe to fix that. I had two choices, either delete the whole thing, or delete the first couple chapters and risk it being a little confusing. But since I'm a little sentimental for my first ever fanfiction (it's so crazy, isn't it?) I decided I'd tweak it a little bit, but obviously I don't plan on coming back to this story at all as it's quite old, and well, not exactly my style anymore (or writing level).

Anyways, as far as story goes, this follows Holly Potter (female Harry) in her fifth year and on. Hope you enjoy (and try not to judge me for my 14 year old idiocies, I swear I've improved over the years)!

Chapter I- Looking Back

Holly twirled her quill between her fingers as she looked down at the parchment. It'd been exactly four years and one day since she'd received her first Hogwarts letter with the sparkling green ink. Yesterday had been her fifteenth birthday. So much had happened in those four years and one day. Her life had been somewhat simple back then. Okay, so she lived with horrible people who called her a freak on a daily basis, but at least she didn't have a crazed evil wizard trying to kill her. But no. Voldemort was back. After first year she had thought that it would have been her most exciting year at Hogwarts School for Witchcraft and Wizardry. How she was wrong. So very wrong.

First year had been boring compared to second year. And second year had been boring compared to third year. And nothing compared to her fourth year. Cedric had died. Right before her very eyes. Just like that. Two words and he was gone. Of course, that wasn't the worst thing that had happened in the graveyard. Oh no, definitely not the worst. Holly watched while strapped to Tom Riddle Sr.'s grave as Lord Voldemort rose again.

Holly shivered just thinking of the old graveyard. She was supposed to be writing to Sirius at the moment, but couldn't find the words to write. What would she say? "Dear Sirius, I want you to know that I'm blaming myself for everything and I'm a right mess." Yeah, that would go over well. She bit her lip in concentration and rolled her eyes up at the ceiling.

She was lost. Completely and utterly lost. Her thoughts were scrambled, her mind working at a mile a minute only to get nowhere. She sighed and rested her cheek against her desk. She couldn't help but be angry at Dumbledore. Here she was stuck in this hell hole, while Hermione and the Weasleys got to stay at Grimmauld Place all together. She'd already sent a letter to Dumbledore asking - no pleading that she go and live with Sirius. After all, the Ministry had finally decided to give Sirius a fair trial in a few days which she had to attend, so if Sirius got off innocent – which he would – then she could go live with him straight away. She knew there was little chance that Dumbledore would agree, but she would try. She just needed somewhere other than the Dursleys to go. Anywhere.

She sighed and dipped her quill in her ink bottle.

Dear Sirius,

I'm fine. I know that sounds pathetic, but I will be fine. Eventually. I know I shouldn't blame myself for what happened to Cedric, but I can't help it. It keeps repeating itself in my head, taunting me or something. But anyways, I sent a letter to Dumbledore asking if he'd allow me to move in with you when you're proven innocent – yes, Sirius, youwhenyou're proven innocent – but I haven't gotten his owl yet, so I'll let you know soon. Someone named Tonks is supposed to be coming to get me tomorrow for the trial Friday, and then I'll be able to stay for the rest of the summer, whether it's permanent or not.

Well enough about me. How are you? Is Buckbeak doing okay? Well I guess I'll be seeing you tomorrow anyways so I'll see you then.

Love your favorite Goddaughter,

Holly

Holly quickly re-read the letter, smiled and set it aside to wait for Hedwig to return and deliver it for her. She put away her quill and fell back onto her bed. She quickly fell into a restless sleep filled with screams, green flashes and a dark graveyard.

She was woken only an hour later by a tapping at her window. She wiped at her eyes and staggered to the window, roughly pulling it open.

'Hi sweetie,' she said as Hedwig flew through her window and onto her desk. 'Is that from Dumbledore?' Hedwig hooted. 'Thanks, girl. Here I've got a letter for Sirius, okay?' She untied the first letter from the snowy owls leg and quickly tied Sirius's on the same leg. She petted the owl's head and shooed her out the window.

She sat back down on her bed and unrolled the letter.

Dear Holly,

I have considered your proposition, and sadly I have to agree with you. The Dursleys are, as you said, horrible people and I would greatly appreciate if you accepted my apology for sticking you with those people for so long. I did have my reasons, but I am happy to say I have come up with an alternative. So, if/when Mr Black is made innocent by the Ministry, you may move in with him. But under only one condition: You must move into Potter Manor, your parents' home,notGrimmauld Place. Although I'm sure you will have no problem with this, I tell you so anyways. I expect to see you tomorrow for the trial Friday with all your belongings.

Sincerely,

Albus P. W. B. Dumbledore

Holly stared at the letter in shock. She squealed in excitement and bounced up from her bed. She rushed down the stairs and barged into the sitting room where all the Dursleys sat in silence.

Petunia Dursley shrieked and Daphne fell out of her chair in surprise. Uncle Vernon jumped in his seat, but calmed himself enough to glare at Holly.

'Your wish has been made!' Holly hollered. 'I'm moving out! Okay, well it's not for sure but -'

'What did you say girl?' Uncle Vernon interrupted.

'My Godfather has a trial Friday which means that if he gets off, I'll be moving in with him into my parents old home,' she sped through the explanation almost hopping on the balls of her feet.

'So you'll be gone?' Her Aunt Petunia asked in disbelief.

Holly only nodded.

'Well we'll be leaving tomorrow morning for Muriel's, so we most likely won't be here to see you off,' Uncle Vernon said in an oddly cheerful voice.

'That's fine.'

Then, her Uncle Vernon did the oddest thing he could have ever done. He rose from his seat and reached out his beefy hand. Holly stared at it for a second before tentatively extending her own hand and shaking the man's who'd tortured her for so many years.

'I won't say I'll miss you, girl, but I wish you luck,' Holly stared at him as if he'd gone crazy. She swiftly nodded, not trusting herself to speak.

Next Aunt Petunia nodded, obviously still disgusted by Holly. Holly returned her nod.

But Daphne was probably the most shocking of all. She stepped forward and pulled Holly into a tight hug. A hug! Daphne Dursley, the devil in high heels, was hugging Holly!

'Er…' Holly began but was interrupted by Daphne's sob.

'Oh, I'll miss you Holly. I know I've been horrible to you, but I didn't know what else to do! I'm so jealous of you, I guess,' Daphne stepped back and looked at Holly with red-rimmed eyes. 'I've always been jealous of you. Even before you discovered you were a witch. That's why I turned everyone against you. Because you were prettier, smarter and nicer than me. So,' Daphne wiped at her eyes. 'I wish you the best of luck. Good bye, Holly.'

'Er – thanks?' Holly said not quite sure what was happening. 'Well I ought to go to bed. Um – thanks, I guess – for letting me stay at your house, I mean. I appreciate it.' With that she turned on her heal and bolted up the stairs, getting away before someone could scream "got'cha!" in her confused face.

The next morning she woke around eight o'clock. She quickly checked that she had everything she needed in her trunk and tugged it down the stairs to wait for Tonks. Holly wasn't quite sure what to do now that it was her last day at the Dursleys. She walked slowly down the hall and stopped before the large full-length mirror.

She'd definitely changed since her first year. Her long black hair now reached her mid-back in her usual messy locks. Now though her bright emerald eyes didn't hide behind glasses, for in her third year she'd bought contacts. She had always hated her glasses, so Hermione and Ron had agreed to pick her up some special eye drops in Hogsmeade – which she'd not been able to go to - that acted as contacts, but for all prescriptions. Of course, her lightning bolt scar still sat on her forehead haunting her of memories no fifteen year old should have. Though she did at the moment look thin from the weeks of starvation, she had filled out a bit from puberty and Quidditch. She no longer looked nerdy and odd; she looked like a normal girl.

She sighed as she continued through the rooms of the place she called her own personal hell. Suddenly the door bell chimed and Holly jumped. She raced to the front door and pulled it open to reveal a witch with short bubble gum pink hair and a heart shaped face. Her long maroon robes flared and rippled in the wind, giving her a very magical look.

'Hi I'm Holly,' she said to the woman.

'Wotcher, Holly! I'm Nymphadora Tonks. But you'll call me Tonks if you know what's best for ya. So ya all ready to go?'

'All set,' Holly said with a smile.

'Perfect we'll be taking a Portkey straight to Grimmauld Place. So if you're all ready to go we'll just attach your trunk to this Portkey here,' Tonks took a keychain out of her pocket and attached it to Holly's trunk, tapping the chain with her wand and muttering the activation the trunk disappeared. 'Then if you can just grab this Portkey we'll be off,' Tonks held up a shiny golden goblet and Holly quickly grabbed it. She felt the usual tug of her nasal and was off. Suddenly she found herself tumbling on the dark wood flooring of 12 Grimmauld Place.

Before Holly could even take in her surroundings, she was enveloped in a tight bear hug. She choked from lack of breath.

'Can't – Can't… breathe,' she choked out.

'Oh!' she recognized her godfather's voice. 'Sorry there,' he placed both of his hands on either of her shoulders as she looked up into Sirius's grey eyes. 'How are you?'

Holly giggled. 'I'm fine Uncle Sirius, really.' He cocked one of his eyebrows in question.

'Uncle Sirius? You make me sound so old.'

'Well I think it sounds just right,' she said as she tapped his nose. 'Anyways, you don't need me to make you sound old.' She ducked under his arm as he made to grab her, and squealed as she bolted from the room.

'I'll get you back for that, Potter! Mark my words!' Sirius yelled as he chased her up the stairs.

'Come on old man! You can run faster than that!' she yelled back as she turned onto the second floor and ran into the first room she saw. She slammed the door behind her and turned to see two red-haired boys looking at her confused.

'Hi!' she squealed as she rushed over and hugged the twins, each now wearing matching grins.

'What do we have here George?'

'Looks like Miss Potter to me.'

'I don't know.'

'Only one way to find out.' Together the twins leaped at her tickling her like mad as she gasp for breath through streams of laughter.

'Say it!' one of the twins screamed.

'No!' she gasped through peals of more laughter.

'Say it!'

'Okay, okay! Mercy! Mercy!' she screamed laughing still. Both boys grinned down at her and leapt off and held out a hand each. She grabbed their hands and pulled herself up. Just then Sirius burst through the door.

'Aha! Found you!' Holly squealed and threw the two boys in front of her for protection.

But of course she could never trust those two to help her while in need, no they just had to make things difficult. So George quickly turned around throwing Holly over his shoulder and marching out of the room. Holly shrieked in surprise as he hopped down the stairs dangerously.

'George!' she screamed. 'Let me down! George!'

'Chill out Holly, I'm only escorting you to the kitchen,' he replied with grace as he hopped the last step.

'Escorting! This is what you call escorting! Merlin, I can only imagine how your girlfriend feels!'

'Ah, but you see I don't have a girlfriend, so how would I know?' Holly huffed as she let George carry her into the kitchen. Finally, George bounded into the kitchen and plopped Holly down into a chair startling Mrs Weasley who had been stirring a pot at the stove.

'Holly! Oh dear you're so thin! But still growing I see.' This was one of the things Holly loved about Molly Weasley; she was always so worried about everyone. Though most children would take this for granted Holly, who'd lived with no mother, loved it. 'Here, dear, I'll make you some lunch and the twins and Sirius can fill you up on what's been happening here.' Holly smiled at the kind woman, said her thanks and turned to the twins with one eyebrow raised.

'So?' she prodded.

Right then the twins went into a lengthy explanation about the Order of the Phoenix and how they'd been the group of wizards and witches that fought against Voldemort in the first war while Holly sat and ate her sandwich and soup. Of course, Dumbledore was the leader and he was now re-instating it. Sirius went on to talk about how they were really doing everything the Ministry should be doing. Although Amelia Bones was elected Minister of Magic over the summer, she still was not taking the right procedures for the war. Yes, she had stated that Voldemort had indeed returned, but she still lacked some major military attributes. The Ministry was simply not ready for war.

'So that's why they're giving you a fair trial? Because they're actually listening to me for once?' Holly asked Sirius.

'Apparently. But let's not get our hopes up here, I have a feeling they won't be listening to us any more now.'

Holly sighed. 'Well it's better than nothing I guess. Oh, by the way, did Dumbledore tell you?'

Sirius grinned wide. 'He did actually. Once the trial's done with, we'll be heading to Potter Manor. The Weasleys will be staying with us as well as Hermione and other Order Members. It'll be almost like a safe house for anyone who needs it. Dumbledore has been putting up wards as well as the Ministry for your safety.'

Holly nodded in understanding. Then she realized something. 'Where are Ron, Hermione and Ginny? I feel like I haven't seen them in ages.'

Fred and George snorted. 'Ronniekins is probably still asleep. But I bet Gin-Gin and Hermione are up chatting in their room.'

'Got it, see you guys later then,' she smiled at the twins and hugged Sirius before grabbing her dishes and dropping them in the sink. After saying her thanks to Mrs Weasley she sprinted up the stairs to the third floor where George had told her was where Ginny, Hermione and herself would be sleeping. Once she reached the door she slowly opened it and peaked inside. Two girls sat cross legged on the twin bed that sat in between two others. She smiled as her two friends looked up at her and squealed, rushing over to her to give her a hug.

'Oh my god! Holly!' Ginny squealed as she hugged her.

'Holly! I'm so glad you're here! Ron and Ginny can sleep till four in the afternoon no problem! It's been so boring without you!' Holly smiled at her bushy haired friend who'd only last year dated a famous international Quidditch player.

The three girls quickly collected themselves on the middle bed and dived into conversation about anything and everything. Soon Ron came stumbling through the door and hugged Holly tight. Holly knew this would be an amazing summer. She just knew.

Dear readers,

So I realize these last two chapters have been quite a bit shorter than the others, but trust me they'll get back to normal in no time. I'm actually pretty pleased with this chapter. I know it's kind of corny and fluffy, but I want to show a fun more bright side of Holly. I know this sounds weird, but Harry and Holly are quite different. In my opinion Holly doesn't blame herself as much, yes she's selfless and modest and hates attention, but she can come to terms with death and tragedy a bit better then Harry can. So I hope you enjoyed reading this chapter as much as I love writing it.

Also, I'm just warning you now the story line is going to branch away from JKR's work rather noticeably in the next couple chapters. I hope you'll like them. Enjoy! Review, please!

Signed,

Ginerva M. Weasley

AN – the note above is from the original copy of the story, so I apologize for the references to deleted chapters. This might happen in later chapters, but I'm too lazy to fix them, sorry!