Harry didn't know exactly what he was supposed to do now. His vision of what this 'meeting' would be like stopped… actually around five minutes after he apperated here. He was now relying on pure instinct. This is, for anyone who also went with his or her gut feeling, not always the correct or best way to handle things; but in some cases, like these, it seems to be the best plan of action.

His not-all-that-trusty-gut-instinct was telling him to give her the letter that Dumbledor had written for her. That would be the only thing left to do that would be obvious give her HER letter, then it was improvisation all the way.

Any possible way to make this anymore uncomfortable would be to have someone do an unforgivable curse on you and even then…

As Susannah, although she said she needed to be called Miss. Simon to clients, read over the letter her eyes became less cloudy. They became a green that could be easily recognized as his own, however, once she had studied the note the trails of tears that she wouldn't allow herself to shed and a personality that was cold, faithless, and hard melted away to show what was probably her true self, her REAL personality. Even thought there was no swelling music, no close-up shots of each others faces, and definitely no crying… in that instant there was something there in her eyes that wasn't in there when he looked into them before. Then the moment was gone. However, he knew that she was still inside that shell, she had put up walls around herself for whether it was protection from herself or something else he didn't know.

She walked into the living room… what was it supposed to be now though, an office? Was it a transition room? No! It was a lobby! If you counted the house as a work building, which he got the air it was. It was empty, un-lived in. although there still was a home-y feel in it… nevertheless, the feeling was one of a model home that you present to the public, to persuade to move-in to. It might have been a home once, but the occupants were now ghosts inside it. They did not live anymore inside there and never would again.

The 'lobby' was where she sat in the couch and gestured for him to do the same. "So," she said, her voice hallow, "I suppose I'll be leaving for England."

He hadn't anticipated her to take it so lightly and without denial. Hope seemed lost in this house. It was rather like the Dursley home. And Harry knew that she knew he was unnerved by it.

"If you want t. I can't force you."

"No." she got up abruptly and surveyed him with his own emerald green eyes. "I will go, but conditions need to be met. My family is to come along with me... and my friends."

Harry knew that what she was asking wouldn't be permitted by a ministry official. Good thing he wasn't one then.

"Without them I don't go with you." Miss. Simon said in fear that he would refuse.

"It'll be hell for the ministr-"

"You mean the Ministry of Magic? You guys are in government?" Harry had heard that exact phrase before, however, this voice had a teasing god-natured way about it. It was still inhumanly and eerily hollow.

"Yeah."

"So?"



Harry looked at her, his eyes squinting in a 'I'm confused' way. "So what?"

"Can they come?"

Harry nodded.

"Well you'll have to stay the night at least. DAVID! Get the extra blankets! We're going to have this visitor sleep here for the night!"

"You do this for all of the strangers who knock on your door and seem batty to the normal eye?"

She laughed, it was a nearly full laugh, "No, only the ones who have letters that know everything about everything that has been happening in my life for the last seven years. Even if you were a weird guy who stalked me, that kind of dedication would have to be rewarded!" with a kind smile she took the blankets from the little boy, David, and made a bed.

"We'll talk more in the morning." she said. "Goodnight... oh wait what's your name?"

"Harry Potter." It was unbelievably refreshing how her eyes didn't travel directly to his forehead or that she didn't immediately scream about one thing or another that she had read about him in the paper. She just nodded and turned off the lights.

As she reached the stairs she turned back and called, "My names Suze." giving him the unspoken code of what he could call her.

As Harry lay drifting in that place between asleep and actual sleep he knew tomorrow would be...interesting to say the least.