Disclaimer: I do not own anything within the world of Harry Potter, all of it belongs to the lovely Rowling. I only own the insanity of this idea as it is portrayed here. I also have no money, and gain no money from the writing of this fiction.

The beginning concept seems like a crack-fic, but as with Frost, I intend to make it work… turning something that shouldn't work into an at least halfway decent story. Don't get me wrong, though AR and I have a few issues with certain things within the stories, we both absolutely ADORE the HP world (I'm a slytherin… she claims the same, but really she's just a ravenclaw that wants to be slytherin, the git)

Firstly to know, and quite important to the over-all events: Tom Marvollo Riddle was never born. This leads to the lack of a great war and continued random skirmishes between Dark Wizards and Aurors (without Voldemort, there were no Death Eaters, no Dark Lord, and as such dark wizards had to do their own thing without a leader. This shall become interesting, I believe).

Secondly, the entire Black Family Tree is quite complex, which is where the inspiration for this story began… I'm using that complexity to my advantage, though I'm vastly changing relationships and origins in there for the story. Initial changes to be aware of are as follows:
Sirius Black, Rodolphus Black, Andromeda Black Tonks, and Bellatrix Black ~ Siblings
Narcissa Le'Crue Mariux ~ Cousin by marriage to the Black siblings
Morvel Black and Jenelle Mariux Black ~ Father and Mother of the Black siblings
Draco Malfoy ~ bastard son of Lucius Malfoy and Narcissa Mariux
Karrel Mariux and Brinnlie Mariux ~ legitimate children of Marcissa Le'Crue Mariux and Vendar Mariux
Hermione "Coulter-Black" ~ supposed niece of Sirius Black
Harry Severus Potter ~ godson of Sirius Black

Now mind you, there will be more family tree complications, as I've only scratched the surface of it here. Enjoy if you please, and if you don't, it shall please you to leave, as I haven't a care for any flame I can't cook a s'more over.

Prologue:

Hermione looked curiously at the boy that had taken a seat in front of her. Her current caretaker was on the phone again, and not paying her any mind. She'd been in and out of fosters for most of her life, and some lasted longer than others, but she had a feeling this one would either be rid of her quickly, or never notice the weird things that scared the others away and she'd finally have a steady home. "I said hello."

"I heard you the first time." She mumbled, clutching her book tightly. The boy was looking at her expectantly, standing too-proudly with his wild hair and funny clothes. He looked like he was wearing a costume.

"Well aren't you gonna say hello back?" He asked, waving at her to do so, huge grin splitting his face. "It's the right thing to do."

"Hello." She mumbled, blushing, and ducked her head, hiding behind her bushy hair. He laughed and proceeded to plop down next to her happily. "I… I…"

"I'm Harry Potter." He was grinning happily again, she just knew it. "My godfather brought me to this park, even though it's not nearly as fun as going to play with the other… um… people… around where I live, but he promised I got to meet a special person today, so I came."

"I'm um… Hermione." She mumbled, unable to give a last name, and looked longingly down at the book in her arms. "Who are you meeting?"

"You." He wrapped an arm around her shoulders, making her stiffen, and her eyes widened. "Don't worry, you'll understand someday. I've heard about you ever since I could walk, though. Your hair is a lot bigger than I expected. You're eight like me, right? Just a few more years and we'll be in a special school together, and learning the same things. We should be best friends, just so that you'll know someone there. My godfather Sirius is an Auror, but he's gonna start teaching there soon… but from him I know some other Auror's kids, and from my mum and da I know some other kids too. You won't know anyone, so we should be best friends."

"Wh… what?" Her eyes were wide and she stared at his smiling face. "I… What?"

The boy's happy expression slowly morphed into a pout. "You… don't wanna be my friend?" He actually managed to look completely heartbroken, and had he not been babbling the most absurd things, she might have tried to comfort him. "I… I thought we'd be… b- best friends…."

"How have you heard about me all your life?" She asked instead, half-frightened and half-angry. Was he another orphan child too? Had he just recently been adopted, and have heard the tales before that of the problem girl Hermione? "And why do you think we'll both be going to the same school? How do you know my age?"

"Because Sirius is your uncle… you have to be like me." He answered, wide eyed behind his shiny glasses. "And he's always told me about you. He loves you a lot, and looks out for you, but his job is dangerous, so he hasn't been able to come and get you yet. He will though, he promised me he would. It'll be okay." The boy named Harry lurched forward again, wrapping Hermione in a big hug, his odd behavior confusing her even more. The book fell to the ground with a thud. "He's gonna bring me here once a month if you can come too, or mum will. You'll come, right?"

"I…" she squirmed out of his grasp and looked around in a panic. A crazy boy was hugging her and talking about strange things. Where was her foster mother when she needed her? Hermione's hazel eyes landed on the stupid woman, babbling away on her phone again. She'd just been accosted by another child, who supposedly had an equally crazy man that believed himself to be her uncle somewhere nearby, and the woman hadn't even noticed. Her jaw clenched, and she glared… and the phone in the woman's hand began hissing, popping, and jumped out of the grip that held it, spinning on the ground before shattering in a miniaturized, fire-work-like explosion. "Oh goodness…"

"You did that right?" Harry asked, looking at where she'd been glaring as well. "It happens when we're upset, or scared, or angry… or something like that. I don't know, really. My friend Nevil almost flew once, when he was in danger. It's okay, you just have to keep calm. If you're calm it doesn't happen as much." He babbled, petting her bushy hair. "You don't like her, do you?"

"I… I…" Hermione gasped, staring wide eyed at the destroyed phone, and then back to him. "I…"

"Sirius said this stuff probably scares you still. My da and mum were so happy when a 'happenstance' first came out around me. Meant I wasn't a Squib. You won't be either." He smiled brightly. "Just don't be scared, and be calm, and it's okay. That's what mum says at least. It scared her sister a lot when she was our age… they still don't talk, but Aunt is a Muggle, so she doesn't understand our life the way she should."

"I…" Hermione gasped again, and he wrapped her in another gentle hug. "I'm…"

"It's okay, Hermione. We're best friends now… I promise Sirius and I won't let the happenstances hop you around homes anymore… and in a few years, we'll be in school together." Harry whispered. "Now tell me about what you were reading!"

TBC