A/N: Here's another chapter. Enjoy:))

Chapter 109: Meetings over meetings

I met Dumbledore the next day at the established hour, and he Apparated us straight on Privet Drive, though not in front of the house. When I looked in confusion at him, a knowing glint sparkled in his eyes.

"Protection spell. We cannot Apparate within 100 feet from the house. How are you feel about meeting your aunt and uncle?"

"Let's not forget about our dear cousin Dudley. I'm ok I think. I mean, I knew this was bound to happen at some point and maybe it's better earlier than later. But who knows? After all, I never even saw them before. Maybe it's not going to be so bad."

The trip to the house was surprisingly uneventful. It was very silent outside and little to no noise was coming from the few lit windows on the street. The building was rather small, with a very well kept garden, flowers on either side of the stone alley leading up to the shiny wooden door. Almost all the windows had delicate white curtains, except for the one on the left side at the first floor, which seemed to have a considerable amount of plaster missing, like something had been ripped off of it. Probably Harry's bedroom, with the bars missing. In other words, the house was beautiful and cared for. If I didn't know better, I would've thought that it was inhabited by very nice people. But that was not the case. As I was admiring the surroundings, and the other yards on the other side of the street, Dumbledore knocked and I woke up only when he cleared his throat. I turned around to see the door opening.

"Good evening Mr. Dursley. I belive I came at the right hour ?"

"Yes, you did." mumbled a hoarse voice and I followed the headmaster inside.

In the living room, on the small sofa I saw my brother sitting and failing his efforts to not laugh silently. As I knew what a terrible household this was and how poorly they were treating him, I was confused by his reaction, but after seeing the way our relatives were acting, it clicked and I had to stifle a laugh as well. My aunt, a tall woman with a surprisingly long neck, pointy cheekbones and short blonde hair held in curls, was pressed with her back against a wall along with Dudley, who didn't look like he was respecting the diet that Harry said he was supposed to follow. They both were very pale, and uncle Vernon stood in front of them, or rather between us and them. Oh my, so that's why Harry was so excited about Dumbledore coming to get him.

He didn't seem to observe their uneasiness, and, keeping his smile, sat on the stuffed chair in front of the fireplace, and I sat in front of him, on the fluffy carpet. The three Dursleys flinched when his hand moved to one of the pockets of his robes to take out his wand and I could swear I heard a whimper. A tea set appeared and he motioned towards the sofa.

"Shall we? It's not going to take long, and after that we will be out of your hair." Harry got up and sat next to me on the floor as the three reluctantly took a seat.

"Now, as you know, Harry has recently found out about his godfather."

"He should have stayed in jail. If even your faulty system sent him there it means he must be very bad."

"Serial killer actually; what was it? Thirteenth people in the middle of the day? And let's not forget about the huge whole in the pavement."

"Selene..." it was meant to sound as a warning, but there was a hint of laughter in his voice, and my smile grew wider.

"And you are? We weren't told about anyone else coming today."

"Of course, how could I forget to tell you?" Harry said. "aunt Petunia, uncle Vernon, Dudley, meet Selene, my twin sister."

"No! You don't have any sister freak! They only had one kid. And even that was enough. Look at what fell on us." the superior look on her face was irritating. And how dare she talk like that about my family?

"And how is it my parents' fault that you are such horrible persons? Or that you were so mean with a child?"

"We did our best we could with him. It is not our fault that something's wrong with his head."

"Let's get this straight. There's nothing wrong with him. Not his attitude, not his head. I can't believe anyone would let a child in your care."

"Um, Selene-" Harry pointed towards my head. Oh, dear, redhead again.

Their eyes widened at the sight. I guess it wad rather weird, but I didn't really care about what they thought.

We sat there for a whole hour, listening to Dumbledore ramble about why my brother had to stay there, about how Sirius wanted to transfer the biggest part of the Black wealth to his account and things like that. After they were finished, we took his school trunk and left.

We Apparated somewhere I didn't recognize.

"I thought we were going back to Grimmauld Place?"

"We have to do something first. Visit an old friend of mine."

We passed the door of a wooden fence, but the house we were about to enter was completely trashed. The door was laying next to the alley, and there was no light. They lighted their wands and I lighted my palm, walking carefully through the devastated halls. The walls of the living room had the wallpaper teared off and the couch looked like something with claws had been there. Something cold fell on my cheek. It was blood.

"Oh, my God, look at the ceiling."

It had red liquid smeared all over it, dripping over the chandelier.

"Hmm" Harry and I didn't really know what to do, but obviously the headmaster didn't have this problem. Although what he didn't was weird. He tiptoed towards the overstuffed chair in the corner and stabbed it with his wand. After a few moments, it seemed to unravel and soon a man was standing in front of us, looking irritated.

"What gave me away?"

"If the Death Eaters were here, they would've left the Dark Mark."

"Right! But I didn't have much time after the alarm was triggered. Next time."

"The dragon blood is a nice touch though."

"It was my last bottle. But maybe I can re-use it. Hmmm, do you mind?" The man said and motioned towards the room.

"Of course." Dumbledore answered. They stood back to back, and with one large wand move each, fixed the house in a few moments. The stuffing of the sofa was pulled back inside and the material sewed itself back. The ceiling was soon cleaned and the blood back in a glass.

"Now, I believe we came here to talk to you dear friend. Harry, Selene, this is Horace Slughorn, an old friend of mine."

"Old is a bit overrated Albus, especially these days. Now, do you want tea?"