Oh I AM SO SORRY!

Truly, though. I have no words to describe the terrible thing that I have done to you all.

To cut a long story short, this is my stepdad's laptop, and he won't let me use it much at all.

Thanks to Daizychains123, Gurl5678 (x2! And I'm sorry. This chapter is for you.), HT188, MysteriousMindBlockedHeart, sarahmichellegellarfan1, and Charlyxx.

So, beginning of plot arch number something. What about… Number Quibbly. I quite like the sound of that. But fluff, weird stuff and a surprise appearance from one of my favourite un-developed minor characters!

Oh, and Dumbledore. So REVIEW!

"I guess this is growing up." Dammit by Blink-182

Chapter 36: Crystal Clear Recollection

It was quite a surprise for all the occupants of Grimmauld Place when Professor Dumbledore turned up early on a Sunday morning, just after Mrs Weasley had finished clearing up the breakfast things.

"Thank you Molly." He said breezily, as he was passed a steaming mug of hot chocolate. "Even in summer, this drink always warms me right up."

Mrs Weasley nodded resignedly, knowing what he was about to ask her. "Before you speak with her Albus, I must warn you-"

"Remus has already filled me in." Dumbledore nodded, his eyes diminished in colour somewhat. "But I'm afraid I need to hear it from her herself Molly. I won't push her."

BANG!

The table shook with the ferocity of the boom, and Mrs Weasley gritted her teeth, ready to yell up to the twins about their latest misdeed. "BOYS, DOWN HERE AT ONCE!"

With two identical cracks, the freckled faces of the Weasley twins appeared in front of their mother in the Grimmauld Place kitchen, both smirking mischievously.

"Yes Mum?" They asked, before the twin on the left nudged the one on the right and turned to Professor Dumbledore.

"Hello Professor Dumbledore." The left twin acknowledged, not dropping his smirk.

"Hello George, Fred." Professor Dumbledore smiled at them, scratching his nose in an off-hand manner. "I must say, if most students hadn't already had their share of gore then I would ask you two to become fountains yourselves."

Both of their noses were gushing fantastic amounts of blood; that was gradually dripping down them on a steady track to the floor. They took one good look at one another before deciding that trying to fix them in front of their mother would be a very bad idea.

"WHAT HAVE YOU TWO BEEN DOING?" She yelled at them, and sure enough some more shrieking joined her yells.

"FILTH, SHAME DISHONOUR UPON MY FAMILY'S HOUSE AND NAME! SHAME OF MY SISTER'S OFFSPRING, MUDBLOODS, BLOOD-TRAITORS, HALF-BREEDS!"

"Ah, you see-" One of the twins began, waiting until someone had thrown the curtains back over Walpurga Black's painting.

"We were a little-" The other continued, leaning against the work surface in an almost bored fashion.

"Bored." They finished together, and Dumbledore's eyes twinkled knowingly, catching the boys' eyes and sending them a wink.

Before Mrs Weasley could summon her well used 'Yelling-At-The-Twins-Voice', Dumbledore smacked his lips with a convincing exulterated sigh. "That was lovely Molly." He cut in. "But I am afraid my business will not wait."

The twin on the right, the one who was leaning against the work surface looked up at this. "Professor-" He began, but Dumbledore cut him off with a shake of his head.

"I assure you Mr Weasley, anything that Miss Malfoy does not wish to disclose will not be of any issue."

Of course, Dumbledore knew that this wasn't Fred's issue but neither of them pushed it.

Mrs Weasley turned away from the twins with a sigh, waving her wand at them and muttering 'Episkey.' "Fred, George, could you go and tell Selene that Professor Dumbledore wishes to speak with her, please?"

"Okay." George responded, tugging Fred out of the room. "Come on mate, you look like someone's enchanted your own personal cloud to rain on you all day."

Fred rolled his eyes. "Yeah, yeah, I'm a gloomy sod. Get over it. Anyway, lets hurry up or it'll be Monday before Dumbledore's gone."

This time, wise to threats of castration from Ginny, heavy books thrown at them from Selene and ten minute-long lectures from Hermione, they decided to actually knock on the girl's room's (a term coined and patented by Sirius) door.

"Come in!" Ginny called, not actually letting them do so as she opened the door for them. "God, what do you two want now?"

"Your unwavering loyalty." George ruffled his sister's hair before stepping into the room.

Hermione and Selene looked to be having a heated debate about what looked like types of Honeydukes sweet before the twins arrived, judging by the empty Acid Pops and Pepper Imps wrappers littering the space around where they were closeted on the floor.

"Oh, are you two okay?" Selene asked them, picking up on Fred's 'I-Have-My-Own-Personal-Rain cloud-And-I-Don't-Like-It-Anymore' mood. "What's happened?"

"Dumbledore's here to see you." Fred explained, gritting his teeth as he said it.

It was like someone had flicked a light switch – the mood changed from deliriously weird to solemn in a spilt second. "Oh, um… thanks." Selene smiled at him, feeling maybe a tad too happy than she should be. "I'd better go then. Oh, Hermione? Acid Pops are so much better."

"Excellent!" Professor Dumbledore smiled at Selene as she entered the kitchen. "Molly, I must ask you to leave us now. Thank you once again for that hot chocolate, I must have to ask you for the recipe sometime."

She didn't look happy about it, but Mrs Weasley left the kitchen muttering something about Puffskeins and their nesting habits under her breath.

As soon as the door had shut behind the Weasley matriarch, Professor Dumbledore's normally bright face grew graver and darker, as if he was inspecting a very unpleasant crime scene. "Judging by your lack of questioning, I daresay that you know why I must talk to you Miss Malfoy."

Selene nodded. "W-what would you like me to talk about?" She asked him, tripping over her words slightly.

"It isn't what I would like to talk to you about Miss Malfoy. It's what I would like you to show me." Dumbledore explained, watching Selene's face intently for any sign of pain or sadness. "I would expect that you understand the concept of Legimancy." He stated, and Selene nodded. "Good, good. I have not told anyone that I plan to search your memories like this, as I think Molly would not be best pleased." Selene cracked a little smile at this, still not speaking. "And if there are any memories you do not wish me to access, visualise shutting them behind a door."

"Okay." Selene sounded slightly more sure of herself this time, as she knew that she didn't have to admit it all again. "I-I'm ready Professor."

Professor Dumbledore closed his eyes, motioning for Selene to do the same. "I will not linger long in each memory." He stated. "From what Remus has told me, they have quite a negative impact on you."

Selene felt like someone was physically sorting through her memories, gently of course, but it was still disturbing all the same.

Glimmers of memories and thoughts flew past her, echoing as they did but not lingering long enough for Selene to be able to catch them.

Acid Pops… Nosebleeds… Ginger Hair… Are Quarter-Veela grumpier than normal Veela… The sea… Pepper… Fred… Chocolate… Magical Numbers… The Order… Is Harry okay… The Boggart… Voldemort… Her family… Fred again… George's plans… Letters…

Then the flipping through ceased, and it was if someone had picked up one single memory.

"Selene, do you know what Potter has been saying about me?" Draco whispers to me, looking around anxiously as if Harry might be right behind him.

"That you're the heir of Slytherin." I predict, and he nods to tell me that I'm correct. "Drake, calm down. We know you aren't the heir; our family descends from the Selwyns not the Slytherins. "

Draco rolls his eyes at me, shifting his position on the sofa slightly. "Yes, but it's nice to be noticed."

I shrug. I have never been noticed. Would it be nice to be noticed? I don't know.

Noticing my expression, Draco sighs at me. "Just because you're too scared to be a proper Malfoy doesn't mean it wouldn't be fun." He points out in his exasperation, but I take it the wrong way.

"You can't remember Draco, you can't remember everyone that died! You can't remember our father at his trial, you can't remember what it was like to live and love in a world of terror." I snap. "I don't want to be noticed, because then people will see me for who I am."

The memory goes as fast as it comes, replaced just as quickly by another.

"Are you okay?" Fred asks me, – Selene mentally face-palmed herself, why did Dumbledore need to see this? – Coming to sit down next to me. I can feel my heart rate rising rapidly and I just pray that he can't see the shock on my face.

Do I fancy him? I fancy him. Oh lord holy Agrippa what the Rowena should I do? Does he like me too? Or are my feelings one-sided.

I have to reply. "I'm fine." I manage, and my voice is just as level as before. God, his hair looks so… so… no, I refuse to think these things about a boy that has only just apologized to me about being a git.

"Percy looks starved of entertainment." Fred states, holding out his hand to me without even looking at me. "Dance with me, geek of Ravenclaw?"

"Who told you about that?" I ask him suspiciously, risking a little glance at Hermione, who simply grins at me.

"George." Fred admits, as I let him pull me to my feet. "So, geek of Ravenclaw, what do you say?"

I catch a glimpse of something in my eye, but I'm too busy being shy and confused ( and ever so slightly pleased) to care. "I guess, prankster in-chief."

The two bodies lie side by side. I can feel silent tears pouring down my face, as I know that no one else knows that I am here, the girl that might as well have killed them is breathing the same air as the people that loved them.

"Fabian and Gideon Prewett were heroes to the end." A man with long white, almost silvery hair says. He must be Albus Dumbledore. The man my father inexplicably hates. If only he knew. "They were loyal Gryffindors, courageous even when staring death in the face."

Did Fabian Prewett know that death for him would come in the form of a helpless three year-old girl who talked like a seven year-old and the life experience that most people would never get in a lifetime? I doubt it. Did Gideon Prewett know that he would be tortured for three hours in front of that self-same girl before he was finally allowed to rest in peace? Again, I doubt it.

The pain I feel just cannot be expressed in words. It could well be just physical pain from being cramped in a bush, curled up tight among the leaves and thorns. But it has to be the guilt of watching on from afar, being alone. Dumbledore continues with his speech, but I can't listen. I block my ears, anything to avoid hearing it. I don't deserve to.

Selene gasped, regaining her breath with difficulty as Professor Dumbledore regarded her with curiously misty eyes. "W-what was that last memory?" She asked him carefully, letting her eyes adjust to the bright lights.

"You wouldn't remember that Miss Malfoy." Dumbledore explained, pouring hot chocolate from his wand into an empty mug and handing it to the shivering girl opposite him. "Drink this. It's not as good as Molly's but it'll help."

"Why wouldn't I remember that memory?' Selene asked him, ignoring the steaming mug that was burning her hands. "Why?"

Dumbledore sighed, standing up and beginning to pace backwards and forwards along the length of the kitchen. "Miss Malfoy, you have an amazingly clear memory from your birth onwards. Not quite clear enough to be classed photographic, but remarkable all the same. Some of these memories are only accessible through Legimancy. I cut off the memory there because I wasn't sure what you would want."

"Why wouldn't I want to see that memory? And even if I repressed it, it couldn't be that bad." Selene insisted, more to reassure herself than anyone else.

"I'm afraid I don't know Miss Malfoy." Dumbledore admitted, stopping his pacing and allowing himself a small smile in her favour. "But I think this is quite enough. What I have seen, even if you personally did not see it at the time, is quite illuminating. Thank you for your time."

"What did you see?" Selene asked him, just as he opened the kitchen door to leave.

Professor Dumbledore just gave her a sad little smile, before turning and walking away, leaving Selene clutching a boiling-hot mug of hot chocolate and pulling her fingers off the mug to see them bright red.

"So, what did Dumbledore want?" Ron asked eagerly that night, sitting on the edge of Hermione's bed.

Selene wanted to tell them all about the Legimancy and her memories and that last one that was so new and apparently repressed, but something held her back. Did she want everyone knowing?

So she shrugged. "Just wanted to make sure that you guys weren't telling Harry anything more than you should, me included. Professor Dumbledore seems to think that I'm trustworthy, apparently."

George snorted, and Selene lobbed her pillow at him.

Ever since the group had arrived at Grimmauld Place, whenever something weird happened (like when everyone's underwear kept disappearing) or when people wanted to find out about Fred and George's new products (when Ron found out he had to take the Unbreakable if he wanted to find out, he decided against it) or if something generally interesting or awesome happened (citing the time that Ginny had discovered that there was a book in the Black library that swore at you when you dropped it), they had a meeting in the girls' room.

Currently, Ron and Hermione were both sitting on Hermione's bed, with Ginny occupying hers by herself. George scored Selene's bed for this meeting, and Fred had decided that to let Selene sit by herself would be a crime and forced her to sit on his lap on the floor, despite the fact that there was a perfectly good chair only two metres away.

"You never know, you might be Head Girl." Hermione suggested.

"God, no." Selene insisted, shaking her head. "I got into too much trouble last year, what with dating this idiot and all."

"Oi!" Fred protested, amid general laughter. "I'm not an idiot, I got our underwear back didn't I?"

"Yeah, but that was because you were the one who was taking it mate." George added, air high-fiving Selene.

"I thought it was Kreacher." Ginny asked her brother curiously.

George shook his head, hopping up, ready to re-enact the farce. "Right, I need a volunteer. Selene, come on up my Cheesecake."

Without any protest, Selene jumped up, expertly avoiding Fred's attempts to keep her down on his lap. "Ready when you are Georgie-pie."

"Right, Ginny, you're Kreacher." George grinned at his sister's indignant huff. "I'm Fred, isn't too hard to imagine really when you think about it. And because Cheesecake here can't act to save her life, she's simply going to be herself."

Ron and Hermione were holding in laughter by now. George rushed over towards where the girls kept their clothes, picking up the first bra that he found. "Ooh, I'm 'Fred-aka-Bacon-aka-Freddie'." He simpered, and Selene collapsed into giggles. "Why, isn't this a lovely item of woman's clothing? It just can't be my darling Selene's, it's too big. She is positively flat-chested!"

"Hey." Selene frowned, reaching over to hit George but he ducked. "I am NOT flat-chested."

George ignored her pleas and continued to simper, in a horrible impersonation of Fred. "That is good though, as I don't want her to find out about my 'weird-fetish-that-doesn't-actually-exist-I'm-just-bored' and she'll kill me if she finds out. Anyway, who cares! Let me get this done so I can go and snog Selene's face off!"

"It… hurts!" Hermione gasped, almost falling off the bed.

"Glad to know that you're all having such a good time at my expense." Fred said dryly, looking from a hysterical Hermione to his girlfriend, who was wiping tears of mirth off her cheeks, then to George, who was looking very pleased with himself. "And of course you're not flat-chested love."

Selene didn't answer audibly, she was too busy giggling, but she managed to let out a squeak that might have counted as thanks if you squinted at it.

"Ginny, this is where you come in." George commanded in his normal voice, and his sister begrudgingly moved forward, getting onto her knees so she looked more like a house-elf. "Oh, Kreacher!" He said, in the sickeningly sweet high-pitched voice of before. "I need your help!"

"Okay." Ginny said in her normal voice, and George glared at her. "Oh, alright then. Okay." She repeated, in a voice that sounded more like a frog croaking than anything else.

George chuckled, but he regained his 'Fred-persona' pretty fast. "I want you to take this bra and hide it so I can fulfill my 'weird fetish-that-doesn't-actually-exist-I'm-just-bored' and pin the blame on you! That okay?"

"Okay." Ginny croaked again, and then began to writhe on the floor in laughter.

George gave her one last scathing look before turning to Selene. "Right, your turn. Just act normal." He instructed.

Fred huffed silently, crossing his arms and avoiding looking at the rest of them.

Selene walked over to the drawer that George had taken the bra out of and looked in it. "Oh wow." She said in a monotone that made George roll his eyes and Ron crack up again. "My bra's gone. I wonder if Kreacher has taken it."

"She can't even act herself." George commented as Selene walked over to the 'Ginny-Kreacher'.

Selene ignored George completely. "Kreacher, did you take my underwear?" She asked, still in the same monotone.

'Ginny-Kreacher', anticipating that Fred's red-tinted ears were a cause for concern, quickly handed Selene the bra. "Yes I did, here it is." She said in her normal voice.

Hermione and Ron broke into enthusiastic applause, and George pulled Ginny and Selene up to bow with him.

Going to put the bra back in the drawer, Selene stopped suddenly, looking down at the piece of underwear. She went bright red. "George, I am going to kill you." She said, glaring at the smirking red head.

"Why?" He asked innocently, gulping slightly as Selene gritted her teeth, a gesture she did not do lightly.

"You. Used. My. Bra." She said quietly and dangerously. "George."

George took one step away from Selene, who took one step forward.

"Catch me if you can!" He said in an overly bright and cheery voice, vaulting over Selene's bed in an effort to get away from the quietly furious Ravenclaw.

Ginny and Hermione quickly stepped out of the way as Selene ran towards George, Ron and Fred instead electing to cheer them on in the form of calls of 'FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT!'

Selene tripped over Ginny's bed, sending the bra flying, and landing right on top of Fred, who didn't move out of the way fast enough. The bra landed on top of George's head, who stumbled backwards, yelling a word that would have his mother washing out his mouth with soap if she caught him saying it.

Unfortunately, Mrs Weasley chose that exact moment to walk in.

She looked at Hermione and Ginny, pressed against the wall, Ron looking at his mother like a deer caught in the headlights, Selene lying on top of Fred, Fred's grin (he hadn't noticed his mother yet) and Selene's bra, which was obscuring George's vision and quickly making the slow trek towards his feet, and stood there in the doorway caught between yelling at them and laughing at them.

"It's not what it looks like Mum." Ron said, and George quickly peeled Selene's bra off his face to drink in the sight before him. "We were… er…"

Sirius poked his head in behind Mrs Weasley, his eyes widening as he saw his 'baby cuz' pressed up against Fred on the floor. "I hope that's not what it looks like Weasley." He said smoothly, and Fred jumped up instantly, his face going very red.

"Uh…" He said, smoothing down his hair that had conveniently been mussed up in the exchange. "No."

It was a group of very subdued Weasleys and co. that went down for dinner that night, after enduring a five-minute rant from Mrs Weasley.

Fred was too embarrassed to even look at Sirius on his way down, choosing instead to walk down next to George, right behind his mother.

"Thinking back, I probably shouldn't have made that joke about Selene being flat-chested." He thought aloud, and Mrs Weasley sent him a scathing look. "Yes, sorry Mum, it was all in good fun."

"Then how did you end up with your twin brother's girlfriend's bra on your head, hmm?" Mrs Weasley asked him, turning back to the kitchen door and opening it with slightly more force than was needed.

"What's the matter Mum?" A young man who was sitting at the table with a blue-haired Tonks asked, looking up as Mrs Weasley entered the room.

"Your brothers." She said simply, allowing the group behind her into the kitchen.

"CHARLIE!" Ginny shrieked, running towards her second-eldest brother and throwing her arms around him excitably.

"Oh, hello Gin-Gin." He grinned down at her, before letting his attention waver to the rest of the Weasleys. "What have you lot been up to then?"

Fred and George shared a smirk, but Ron got in before they could say anything. "Well, George-… well Fred… and… it's complicated."

"It always seems to be." Charlie sighed, as Tonks giggled from the kitchen table. "Oh, hello Hermione. And that lovely girl is…?"

Selene blushed pink as Charlie winked at her. Fred gritted his teeth and stood forward. "Charlie, that's my girlfriend." He said pointedly. "Selene, meet Charlie. Charlie, meet Selene."

"Ah." Charlie backed away very quickly as he realised just who this 'lovely girl' was. "I'm sorry, Selene was it? I tend to act before I think. It's nice to meet you though, I've heard a lot about you from everyone."

Tonks stifled another giggle. "Oh, hello Selene." She greeted, making her hair turn its natural shade of brown.

"Hey Dora." Selene responded, hoping her face was less pink than it must have been before.

Scrunching his face up in confusion, Charlie raised an eyebrow. "Dora? She only lets her family call her…"

He looked from the newly brown-haired Tonks to Selene, and back again. Tonks rolled her eyes at Charlie. "God, have you only just realised? Selene's my cousin."

Fred chuckled, until his older brother shot him a glare and he shut up. "No. Not funny at all." He said solemnly, but the corner of his mouth was still quirking slightly.

"Of course not." George added, nodding slowly. "It was an easy mistake to make, Selene and Tonks look nothing alike. Completely different."

"Shut up you two." Charlie scowled good-naturedly, sitting back down and putting his feet up on the table, before quickly taking them off again. "Oh, yes. Sorry, I remember. No feet on the table."

Mrs Weasley gave him an incredulous look, before shaking her head. "Do you have no sense of cleanliness?" She asked him.

"Yes Mum." He said blithely. "My living room is ankle-deep in takeaway boxes, my bed hasn't been made for at least two-years, I'm pretty sure I spilt some beer down one of the walls that won't wash out and I don't own a washing machine."

"I want to be like him when I move out." Fred whispered to George, but unluckily Selene heard and gave him a look.

Charlie choked on his Butterbeer. "You landed on my little brother?" He asked Selene, who went bright red and mumbled something.

"Wow, I knew it was only a matter of time before my little cousin took after me in all aspects." Tonks winked at Selene. "Oh, come on Sellie, I want to see if you can go purple."

"It wasn't my fault!" Selene insisted. "I was chasing Git over there when I tripped over a bed and landed on Fred because he didn't move out of the way in time!"

George glanced up at her, before looking at Ginny. "I'm not an git, am I?" He asked her, before turning to face Selene again. "I think you have me confused with Fred. Can you really tell us apart?"

Chuckling into his mug, Charlie thought of something. "I'm assuring that you two do know that you George might be Fred and vice versa. Hardly anyone's been able to tell you apart since birth."

"That's faintly scary." Selene blinked, shaking her head. "There's a fifty/fifty chance that you're right Charlie. A fifty/fifty chance that I'm dating someone called George not Fred."

She shivered, and looked over at Tonks, who morphed her hair to a red colour and her face to sport freckles, raising her glass at her cousin with a grin.

"And that's unnatural." Charlie commented, rolling his eyes at Tonks. "You look like a long-lost Weasley cousin or something. Please, just change it into something less… strange."

Tonks shrugged, and morphed back to bubble-gum pink hair and freckle-free skin. "You are way too easy to freak Char-Char, considering that you work with Dragons."

"Dragons are beautiful." Charlie said adamantly, ignoring the twin's sniggering. "Especially Swedish Short-Snouts, their scales are so useful, waterproof and would make good raincoats if they weren't an endangered species of Dragon."

"So, Char-Char." George said loudly, leaning back in his chair. "Got any birds on the horizon? Or have your Dragons stolen your heart?"

"Will we have little Dragon nephews and nieces?" Fred queried.

"Can I be godfather?" George continued, affixing a shit-eating grin to his face as he watched Charlie's expression.

"Be sure to name one of the little terrors after me!"

Deciding that the twins were beyond help, Charlie turned to Selene, who was giggling behind one hand. "How the absolute hell are you able to put up with them?" He asked her incredulously. "Let alone dating them, being friends with them sounds like a challenge! And I pop along to England because I have a few days off, and I find out that possibly the most annoying of my brothers-" Fred smirked at this and pretended to bow deeply. "Has a girlfriend that I later find out is the baby cousin of one of my best friends, a Ravenclaw, a Prefect, smart, and pretty. I at least thought Bill would hop in there before Fred."

"Ah." The twins shared a significant glance, and Selene snorted. "Almost."

"What?" Charlie looked between Fred and George excitedly. "Does Bill have a bird too then? Anyone I know?"

Both twins looked to Selene, who sighed. "Yes, okay then. The French Triwizard Champion, Fleur Delacour. Who didn't think to tell me that she was in England at all, I might add."

Charlie's blue eyes grew wide and he dropped his mug, which shattered into pieces into the floor. "Reparo." He said hastily, looking around like his mother might have heard the noise. "The Veela girl?"

"Quarter-Veela." Selene amended, not thinking.

"Whatever. Wow, he aims high, doesn't he?"

Sensing that this conversation was going to drift into less-acceptable territory, Hermione, Ginny and Selene simultaneously stood up and left, leaving the brothers to discuss things that were best left unsaid, in their opinion.

"I hope she doesn't marry Bill." Ginny said, without warning, just as they passed the portrait of Walpurga Black. "Fleur I mean. She seems a bit… vapid."

"Fair enough." Selene shrugged, seeing the point. The very sharp point.

Kreacher walked out in front of them, muttering nonsense under his breath. He stopped when he saw the trio of girls, bowing so deeply that his nose grazed his ground when he saw Selene.

"Mistress Selene." He said politely, but his eyes were sullen. Selene was one of the few people he was happy to serve in the house, but that was purely because her name was up on the tapestry on the wall, and he had no way of knowing that Selene was as good as disowned. He still didn't like her though. "Kreacher is happy to serve Mistress Malfoy, yes, for she is the daughter of Mistress Narcissa and Lucius Malfoy. Mistress Malfoy is too friendly with the Blood-Traitors and Mudbloods, yes." He added, under his breath.

"Kreacher, don't call Hermione a Mudblood." Selene told him, grateful for her power over him for once.

"Kreacher must do as Mistress Selene says, yes." The House-Elf muttered sullenly. "Mistress Selene is good, pure-blooded Mistress, yes."

"Are you okay Kreacher?" Hermione asked the House-Elf kindly.

Kreacher scowled up at her, but didn't open his mouth. He didn't want to speak to anyone less than pureblood.

Ginny rolled her eyes, and stepped past the House-Elf, waiting for the others to follow her. Kreacher shuffled off, mumbling about something unintelligible.

"We should really do something about him." Hermione said conversationally to Selene, who nodded, not really listening. "It's good that he will listen to you as well as Sirius. I mean, he's living all cramped, under that boiler, with those disgusting blankets."

"He likes it." Selene said absent-mindedly, her mind drifting back to the memory that Dumbledore had shown her part of. Why had she been there, at that time? Why was she so distressed at the time?

And most importantly, why had she repressed the memory?