"I.,,am a cat lover," Harry said simply. "What else do you like?" asked Rita Skeeter. "I like…" Harry thought, "I love to run." His eyes began to glisten with the ghosts of his past. "Are you alright?" Rita asked anxiously, "Harry, are you crying? What's wrong?"

"I'm sorry," Harry mumbled, "It's just…I'm thinking about cats again."

"It's okay," Rita said, patting the boy on the shoulder, "I like cats too."

The door suddenly burst open.

"Marian?"

"Robert?"

"Rita?"

"You!"

"Marian," Robert cried, "What on Earth art thou doing here? What hath thou done to thine hair? It's…blonde!"

"Marian?" Harry asked flabbergastedly, "I thought you were Rita Skeeter, reporter forr the Daily Profit!"

The man ∑ho had burst in, had dirty blonde hair. Practically brown. And his face was scruffy and covered in a beard, but it wasn't as long as Dumbledore's beard. Dumbledore hid things in his beard; this man could not, unless he used an Undetectable Extention Charm, which he could, not, because he was not a wizard, incidentally, the broom cupboard that harry and ritamarion were sitting in had been extended with an undetectable extention charm so it was alot bigger than the average broom cupboard because it was not an averagees brom cupboard. There were brooms in it, but filch used them to clean and they were not flying brooms.

"I hath searched up and down for thee, Marian my love. sWe must make hastel bc the Sheriff shall soon be pursuing us with utmost urgency. Come, my love. We must away."

Robert held his hand out to the blonde woman, but harry pulled her back down before she could walk out of the extendable cypboard. "Hang on, Rita, what's all this about?"

"Harry," she sighed dramaticly, "I have been harbouring a secret. I am not Rita Sketer, reporter for the Daily Profit. I am an inexplicable time traveler. I think."

"Indeed, Marian, where are we?" Robert asked curiously, "For I thought that this was the Sheriff's castle, but it seems rather more strange and wondrous than that dank hole in nottinham."

"Excuse me, Robert," marian interjeceed, but that "darnk hole is where I used to live. With my father. And then I moved, and then we lived there again."

"I thought you still lived there," Robert dsaid.

"no, I live here now."