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A/N: Okay, I had not quite realised just how long this chapter was when I wrote it, so I am going to post this and then I am going to post a Chapter 2 ½ because it was quite ridiculous. It was something like, 7 pages long! Anyways, enjoy! And if anyone wants me to let him or her know when I update, say so in a review!

~* Chapter 2

It had not been long since Harry had once again arrived at the Headquarters of the Order. It was the middle of August and Remus had finally gone to get him. As soon as Harry stepped over the threshold he felt numb and empty, as he had done for the past month. A look from Remus told Harry, Remus was feeling exactly the same. Meetings had gone on, Hermione and Ron had not fussed over Harry or offered him any amount of pity, and they knew he would not want it. They had done what they did best, tried to talk to him about it and just let him know they were there. Harry, however, had suddenly become more interested in the woman's voice that could be heard everywhere he went, more precisely everywhere Remus was. He had had a brief moment of relief and laughter when he told Ron about this and Ron had said maybe Remus was a Drag Queen. The moment soon passed and Harry's numbness came rushing back. It was August 25th. A Thursday. The Weasley's were all back for the summer, so was Hermione and various members of the Order passed in and out of the Headquarters. Sirius' Mother would be screeching every so often, no one had quite taken upon himself or herself to tell her; the last of the Black's was dead. Harry lay on his bed, thinking. The Portrait of Phinaes Nigellus suddenly appeared in his frame, looking incredibly aggravated.

"Harry! Oh, come on! That woman!" Hermione was panting running into the room. Harry frowned in answer to what appeared to be a question on her behalf.

"What-" Harry started but Hermione grabbed his wrist and yanked him from the room. She dashed down the flight of stairs and just babbling about nothing in particular as she ran, finally pulling Harry into the basement kitchen where he was met with familiar faces. All of the Weasley's, except Percy who had not even written to apologise, Tonks, Remus, Mad-Eye Moody, Kingsley, a woman Harry had never seen before and Albus Dumbledore. Harry had never actually spoken to Dumbledore inside Grimmauld Place.

"Ah, Harry," Dumbledore said simply. "Please, take a seat. You too Miss Granger." The pair sat down, Harry almost tentatively.

"Now, I felt you all needed to hear what is going to be said today, because it will no doubt concern you all greatly," Said Dumbledore. Harry was frowning around. Who was that woman? He was staring at the table and the wedding and engagement rings on her finger when Remus placed his hands on the table and started fingering a gold band on his finger. He was married? Harry never knew that.

"I think we shall start with the most pressing matter of the escape of the Death Eaters from Azkaban," The woman said pushing her chestnut brown hair out of her face and looking from face to face with her hazel brown eyes. Harry suddenly noticed the scar she had on her right cheek, it started just below her ear and disappeared into her hairline.

"They've escaped?" Harry asked almost fiercely. Everyone turned to see him.

"They escaped last night. We can not say how or if we will be able to find them," Kingsley sighed. Harry looked at the candle in the middle of the table, it was nothing more than just a mound of wax from Remus' late night sessions. He would just sit in almost-darkness, thinking. Harry felt all the eyes were on him. He felt his anger bubbling slowly. In the past few months he had felt like a volcano. At times he would be fine, then something would happen that would make just erupt and shout and want to hurt so many people. That's why he had tried to use an Unforgivable on that vile woman Bellatrix. He hated her so much. But, suddenly, he had a thought. He looked up at Dumbledore unaware they were still talking.

"What has happened to Wormtail?" Harry blurted out. The Order exchanged uneasy looks, except Remus.

"We do not know. He has disappeared," Remus practically snarled. Harry felt the tension in the air, as if this topic had caused many arguments in meetings.

"Moving on. I was contacted today by both the Headmistress of Salem's Institute of Witchcraft and Narcissa Malfoy," Said Dumbledore. Harry snapped his head up and his attention was completely focused on Dumbledore. And then he realised how old Dumbledore suddenly looked. He only looked like that when he was under a lot of strain.

"Is it to do with the girl?" Moody growled from his seat next to Harry. Harry looked at Hermione; she looked as confused as him. Ron was busy flicking candle wax at George, while listening but he was not having eye contact with anyone.

"Indeed it is. Narcissa has requested her daughter be transferred from Salem's to Hogwarts. I, naturally, accepted," Dumbledore announced. The Order looked around gravely.

"Draco Malfoy has a sister?" Ron asked.

"He has a twin sister, as a matter of fact Ronald," Mrs Weasley said looking both pale and horrified. Harry looked at Hermione who had gone blank. And suddenly his thoughts went back to last summer when Sirius (a pang suddenly took place in his chest) had shown him the Black family tree.

"Only Malfoy was on the Family Tree upstairs!" Harry protested.

"That would be because she has been out cast for all of her life. She was passed off as the Orphan of Lucius' brother who was poisoned and killed. She is, however, the daughter of Narcissa and Lucius. She was out cast because she made her views clear, she wanted nothing to do with the Dark Arts. So, when the time came, they shipped her to America. Then when summer came she would be kept inside the Manor," Explained this woman. Then it was as if she had realised that no one except the Order knew her.

"Did I introduce myself?" She asked politely.

"No," Hermione answered simply.