The meeting.


Ursula's home impressed Dumbledore. It was both luxurious and yet spartanly efficient at the same time, unlike other monstrosities like the Malfoy manor that was designed to show the world how rich the sickening family was. This was was purely for living in, not lording it over on others.

It had taken Dumbledore days to set up this meeting, thanks to mailed letters and Fawkes. Dumbledore had learnt his lessons by not making direct contact with Ursula, but the attacks on himself, Lily and the frankly mysterious attack on Voldemort had made him see how vicious the young woman was. Concerned with his own personal safety and the safety of his own Order, Dumbledore had decided to give in to his own personal common sense.

Ursula had agreed for the meeting to take place, and it had surprised Dumbledore she was being so reasonable. Pressing the intercom button as was instructed, Dumbledore said, " Ursula Potter, its Albus Dumbledore and your parents. May we come in?"

It was possible that Ursula would and could cancel it at the last minute, and Dumbledore hoped she was in a reasonable mood. She was, or so it seemed. The gate clicked open and they were inside. Passing through the gardens of the manor, James looked around at the ornamental fountain and the trees and plants, it was all so carefully cared for that he saw that Ursula was very caring about nature.

The door was open with a note saying TAKE YOUR SHOES OFF. I DON'T WANT TO HAVE TO CLEAR UP YOUR MESSES. PS. CLOSE THE DOOR.

After taking off their shoes, they followed the directions into the living room of the house where Ursula was sitting down with a laptop on her lap. Behind Ursula was a massive black curtain, and there was a high table with a glass terraneum standing on it, filled with sand or soil. Dumbledore put that aside when Ursula looked up, and regarded them cooly. That two of them had been beaten up by her wasn't noted on her expressionless face.

" Did you do as I instructed?" She asked, sitting up and looking at their feet. She nodded in satisfaction. " Did you close the front door?"

Lily nodded, " Yes, we did." She was nervous, the last time she had seen her daughter she had been beaten up. The fact wasn't registered on Ursula's face. " Let's get down to business. Why are you here?"

Dumbledore was as apprehensive as Lily was, but he hid it better. " We want you to return to the magical world, for your own safety so then we could protect you from the Death eaters. Lord Voldemort may've been beaten, but he won't be stopped for long. He will come after you."

" He's already sent death eaters to my home," Ursula replied, nodding in agreement, though it was the only time the pair of them would agree on something. " But I dealt with them. That's the second party of death eaters he's sent. The first time was to kill me, then I retaliated, then he sent the second group."

Dumbledore frowned. Severus had not told him about this.

" One thing puzzles me though," Ursula said breaking through Dumbledore's thoughts. " Why did you have Sam Granger spy on me when you could have arranged a meeting similar to this one in the first place? If you had then maybe all the incidents would not have occurred, or do you think spying on someone and making assumptions is a wise move?"

Dumbledore had been waiting for that particular question. Now he thought about it he could see the number of holes in the plan, but it was too late to change the past.

" You were left in the muggle world, Ursula. We, that is to say, I took the decision because I didn't want you to be a burden to your parents. After Voldemort attacked your family, I assumed Darren was the child attacked, and not you. I didn't make assumptions." Dumbledore knew he was lying there. Prior to Ursula discovering the existence of magical kind, he had thought that the girl would be easy to capture and a transplanted magical core could be implemented. But Ursula's violent attacks had called into question many things, the most important was how she found them so easily.

" But you were wrong, weren't you?" Ursula said, and Dumbledore shivered at the coldness of her voice. " Why didn't you wait for proof before making such a rash decision?"

Dumbledore sighed, " The war with Voldemort almost destroyed the magical world, Ursula. We were desperate for a beacon of hope, and Darren was that beacon until recently. When we realised our mistake-"

" You decided to spy on me, without once trying to contact me. Then, when I started to assault your kind, you decided to try out the diplomatic angle because you've realised I am a threat. I may not be magical, but don't you dare underestimate me." No one in the room missed the threat in Ursula's voice. She looked down at the laptop for a moment, considering.

" What do you wish to talk about?" she asked.

Dumbledore paused, considering the question. From what he'd heard and seen of the girl, she was violent, incredibly cunning, and she was somehow able to break inside the wards of Hogwarts, and Potter manor, and Voldemort's base. How she was able to even find them was a question, but Dumbledore knew he was walking on thin ice, they all were. He would have to move carefully and think carefully about his arguments.

" We want you to return with us to the magical world, for training against Voldemort, we can even find you a suitable magical core transplant in order to make you into a witch." Dumbledore added as an offer, suitably convinced the girl would jump at the chance. Her next words brought that myth crashing down. " What makes you think I even want to be like you?" She asked, looking straight into his face, fixing his eyes with her cold stare. Dumbledore shivered, wondering how any child could look like that, it was like she didn't even have a soul.

" Don't you want to be like us, a family?" James asked confused, wondering how any daughter of his could live without being a witch. James didn't take it into account, but Ursula had lived without magic for the best part of her life, and she had adapted muggle technology to work with magic and around magic. She was more than happy to live without it, but James, being a pureblooded wizard, was unable to grasp such a concept.

What Ursula said next in reply made James wish there was a hole for him to hide in, an unusal concept for a Gryffindor. " I've never had a family, not since you dumped me just because I couldn't wave a stupid stick in the air." Her voice was so cold it could give the artic a freeze. Suddenly she picked up a black box, and the curtain Dumbledore had found questionable drew back. Lily gasped and James's eyes almost popped out. Sitting, bound in a set of chains, was a Death Eater, but not one Dumbledore recognised. His face was slashed and there were massive bruises on his face. His eyes were wide with fear, and when he saw Dumbledore, he made pleading sounds, and he looked beggingly at the old man. Before the elderly wizard could do anything or say anything, Ursula's voice froze them all. " Allow me to introduce you to a friend of mine." She said, walking over to the terraneum, and picked up a pair of strong looking tongs. She opened the lid, and hovered the tongs over a mound of dirt. Lily wondered what she was doing, then she saw the mound move. Suddenly something repulsive leapt out of the mound, something with pincers.

It looked like a hideous cross between a wood louse and a scorpion. Roughly 30 centimetres in length, from pincers to tail, it appeared to be a mollusck, but not one Lily recognised from her younger years of reading about natural sciences. It was made up of overlapping dorsal plates of horny armour. Slitted red eyes, narrow and malevolent were hidden out of sight of the skull of the creature, whilst a pair of vicious looking pincers protuded from the maw. An angry noise, somewhere between a snarl and a hissing squeal emitted from the creature. Lily turned away, repulsed by the thing. James and Dumbledore were no different.

Ursula, on the other hand, was holding the tongs between the pincers, and she was holding them back with tremendous strength. Finally tired of the game of hold the pincers back, she let go keeping a hand on the tongs. " What do you think? I've seen them kill dozens of animals, in their natural habitat. Including humans." She added, seemingly as an afterthought.

Lily wondered how such a tiny thing could kill an animal, let alone a human, but mosquitos spread diseases, and rats had a powerful bit. Spiders were poisonous. Could the pincers be poisonous in some way.

Ursula's tongs flashed forward, gripping the creatures mid section, making it squeal in pain and rage. Holding it with a strong hand, Ursula reached for another, far small pair of tongs and a bowl. Using the tongs the same delicate way a dentist would remove a tooth, Ursula carried out a procedure that was more repulsive. Lily watched as her daughter used the tongs to pry back one of the armour plates, and she pulled something disgusting out of the terraneum, and when it came level with Lily's vision, the older woman realised with disgust it was a younger version of the creature. But what did Ursula want with it?

Dropping it into the bowl, Ursula used the tongs to keep the disgusting creature from slithering up the sides of the bowl and escape. " These...eels, as they are called, their young enter through the ears, and wrap themselves around the cerebral cortex." Looking up at her disgusted - Dumbledore and her parents - and frightened - the Death Eater - Ursula grinned, and her eyes glinted evily. " This has the effect of rendering the victim susceptible to suggestion." Her voice grew darker as she illustrated what happened next, using her tongs to make concentric circles, growing bigger with each turn. " Later as they...grow...follows madness," looking solemnly at the Death eater, who now beads of sweat dripping from his forehead, she added. " And death."

Ursula walked over to the Death eater, who struggled to get away, giving Dumbledore the moment to snap out of his stupor. " Ursula, don't!"

" Why shouldn't I? This thing tried to break into my home, he's the only one left. It doesn't matter to me if Voldemort kills him, but I will make him suffer first." Everyone shivered at the dark wrath in her voice. Picking up the eel in the bowl and holding it infront of the death eater, who struggled violently to get free. " No," Ursula chided, " you had your chance to answer my questions, but you didn't. Instead you tried to kill me. I'm not like them, I'm not forgiving." She sneered the word out. Using her free hand, Ursula gripped the Death eater, and dropped the eel into the ear.

Lily grabbed James in a fierce hug, and closed her eyes, trying to keep out the muffled screams of pain coming from the unfortunate man, but she knew that the Death eater deserved it deep down. Finally, the screaming ended, and Ursula took off the gag. " That's better," she said, her tone almost...caring. " Now, you will do as I tell you..."

sorry its taken so long for me to update, but I've been working on other stories.