Havilar was deposited roughly on a stone floor in what was clearly a very dinghy kitchen. A man was sitting at the table and he quickly stood up and pointed his stick, wand, she corrected herself, at her. She held up her hands in a gesture of peace then handed the man the note Dumbledore had given her. He read the note quickly, then put away his wand and looked at her. "sorry about that" he said, "one can never bee too careful." She looked at him flatly, raising an eyebrow. "and you are?" she said. "oh, where are my manners, Sirius Black, owner of this humble abode and your host, sorry for my bad manners" he apologized again. "no problem", said Havilar, "I'm used to people reacting badly to me, my people are not well trusted where I'm from."

Back at Hogwarts, Umbridge had finally been allowed into Dumbledore's office, and she wasn't happy when she got there. There was no half breed creature, just Dumbledore and his damn twinkling eyes. "where is it, Dumbledore?" she screeched, "where's the creature". "my dear madam Umbridge, what creature are you talking about?" he asked calmly, "unless you mean Fawkes." He gestured at the phoenix sleeping contentedly an his perch. Umbridge's eye twitched but she couldn't find any trace of the creature reported to her. She left the office but before she did she turned to Dumbledore. "I'll find it, Dumbledore" she said.

Hermione looked at Harry. "what else was the Tiefling carrying?" she asked. Harry thought for a moment, remembering all to we'll the dagger and the green fire. " she was holding a dagger, with the blade pointing backwards, and when I pulled my wand it became coated in green fire, she also had a large book strapped to her waist." He said. Hermione went pale. She flipped through the book until she found the page she was looking for. "Warlocks," she read aloud, "are beings who have made a pact with a more powerful, usually infernal, being. The carry a pact blade and a grimoire with them at all times. The pact blade focuses the warlock's power and can be used to cast a variety of deadly spells." She looked at Harry and Ron. "a warlock, that's what you saw, a tiefling warlock."

Havilar sat across from the man called Sirius Black, he was looking at her with interest now that he had read Dumbledore's letter. She leaned back into her chair and drew her pact blade from a holster on her left forearm. She held it up to inspect it for any damage caused by the portal. It was still in pristine condition, the black metal gleaming even in the low light of the grimy kitchen. Sirius watched her with interest. "what is that?" He asked. Havilar looked at him, "it is my pact blade, it signifies my pact with Belial and channels my power, much like your wand does for you. It is my most prized possession, given to me by Belial himself when I made my pact." Sirius nodded, he liked this devil-girl. He gestured for her to follow him. Havilar followed him up the stairs, noticing the heads of some strange goblin-like creature mounted on the walls, and the curtains covering a portrait in the entryway, and even the, in her opinion, ugly, coat rack by the door. Sirius led her up a couple flights of stairs and stopped in front of a door. "this is one of the nicer bedrooms in this house," he said, "you can sleep here. I know you must be tired".

Havilar entered the room, it was less dirty than the rest of what she'd seen of the house, though not exactly clean either. She closed the door behind her and heard Sirius descending the stairs again. She immediately drew her pact blade and started chanting under her breath. Powerful wards, designed to keep people out, were slowly raised around the room, there was a pop as many vermin were forcibly ejected from the room. She purposefully hadn't raised her normal lethal wards, it would be bad form to kill her host after all.

Later that night, Havilar watched people, Order members she realized, file into the house. She had used magic to cloak herself in shadows so as to not be seen. Due to that, she was surprised when a white, translucent phoera stopped in front of her, it opened its beak and a message came out. "Come down to the kitchen" said Dumbledore's voice. Having delivered its message, the bird vanished. She descended the stairs and paused at the door, she could hear Dumbledore talking to the Order, telling them not to panic. She opened the door and stepped into the room.