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Dinner that evening was a brilliant affair. Mrs. Weasley had cooked all the food, and it seemed she had pulled out all stops for Harry's 16th. Everyone at the table talked amicably about heir holidays so far, and Harry found himself in a conversation about quidditch tactics with Tonks, Fred, George and Ron. Tonks seemed somewhat impressed with Harry's skills for quidditch strategy and tactics, and she told him as much. He shrugged the compliment off.

"No, I'm serious Harry, you'd make a great captain. From what I've heard, Gryffindor will be needing a new one this year." Harry was taken aback. He had never really considered the option. No doubt he would find out if he really were captain material when the Hogwarts letters came.

Everyone was sitting on chairs in the drawing room, around the fire. They were all extremely full from dinner, and were taking the time to relax. Harry was playing a particularly brutal game of chess against Ron, with Ginny and Hermione looking on, when the doorbell rang. The sound was immediately followed by Mrs. Blacks screeches about mudbloods and blood traitors.

Remus frowned slightly, checking his watch, and got up with Mr. Weasley to answer the door. Obviously they managed to close Mrs. Black's curtains, because silence followed, and soon they were entering the drawing room with a woman Harry had never seen before.

"Harry", called Remus, beckoning to him. "There is someone here who would like to meet you." Harry shrugged at his friends' questioning glances, indicating that he knew as little as they did.

"May be we should go somewhere a little more private, Remus", said the woman, indicating to all the watchful eyes around her.

"Sure Ailey", Remus replied. "Follow me. You too Harry".

Harry obeyed, observing the woman. She was quite unusual looking, and Harry suspected that she wasn't entirely human. Her long flowing hair seemed to change subtly between blonde and red, and her eyes were another story altogether. They were not one colour, but many at once, like a diamond caught in the light of the sun. They glistened as the woman walked, and Harry found it quite unnerving. Her skin was also different. If Harry looked at it strait on it looked perfectly normal, but if he saw it out of the corner of his eye it glowed a blue/green colour.

Remus laughed out loud when the entered the kitchen and he saw the way Harry was looking at the woman. "Don't worry Harry", he said with a smile. "Ailey is perfectly normal, she just makes herself look like that to put people off. It is one of the advantages of being one of the world's most powerful metamorphmagi."

Harry was still trying to work this out when the woman addressed him. "I've waited a long time to meet you, Harry", she said. Harry thought it was an odd statement to make, given that he had absolutely no idea who she was. The woman continued, "My name is Ailey."

"I'd tell you that my name was Harry, but it seems you already know", Harry replied bluntly. "Why have you been waiting so long to meet me?"

Ailey smiled, turning to Remus. "I like him. He's blunt, and he gets strait to the point." Turning back to Harry, she paused to survey him. "You really do look a lot like James."

Harry resisted the urge to roll his eyes. "Yeah, I get that a lot", he said, "But you still didn't answer my question."

Ailey smiled again. "Do you really find it so hard to believe that there are people all over the world that want to meet you? You are, after all, the boy who lived."

"Don't I know it", muttered Harry, and Remus and Ailey laughed. "Look", he said. "Can we just stop playing cat and mouse? Just tell me who you are so I can stop trying to guess."

"I tend to agree with Harry", said Remus. "He should know who you are."

"Oh very well", said Ailey, with a mock sigh as she collapsed dramatically into a chair. "I'll tell you." Harry sat down, eager to listen.

"My name is Ailey Cooper, and I was at Hogwarts with your parents and Remus here. I was one of Lily's closest friend, actually." A small smile played across Harry's lips. Ailey knew his mum. "When we all left Hogwarts, your dad went of to be an auror, and Lil and I managed to get jobs working at the same place."

"And where did you work?" asked Harry, curios about what his mum had done for a living.

Ailey seemed uncertain about answering the question, and looked towards Remus, who said softly, "They worked in the Department of Mysteries, Harry." For a while Harry didn't speak. His mind immediately went back to thinking about the depressing events that had happened in the Department of Mysteries not even two months ago. As much as Harry didn't want to think about what had happened, he couldn't help but wonder if Ailey knew anything about the veil.

"Do you still work there?" he asked. "Are you still an unspeakable?"

"In a sense", answered Ailey, and when Harry said nothing, she continued. "Well, I do work for the department of mysteries, but in truth I haven't set foot in there in 15 years."

"How can you work for them if you don't actually go into the Department?" asked Harry, who was even more confused then he looked.

Ailey smiled. "It's quite a simple explanation actually", she said, her diamond-like eyes glistening. "I've been working in Australia, on a special project."

"What project could possibly mean you staying in Australia for 15 years?" asked Harry, curious as to what people actually did for the Department of Mysteries.

All Ailey did was close her mouth and smile when he asked. At first Harry didn't understand, but then, "Oh right, of course, Unspeakable."

"I'm sorry, Harry", she said, "but that is just the way it has to be."

"Figures that I would finally meet someone who could answer my questions, and you cant actually tell me anything!" Harry wasn't quite sure why he was getting so worked up, but he really hated it when people couldn't answer his questions.

"Harry", said Remus, "It's not fair for you to speak to Ailey like that, she is trying to help you."

"Not fair? I'll tell you what's not fair!! Not fair is me not having any parents, not fair is me finally finding my godfather, someone who treated me like a brother, and then loosing him too! Not fair is that I have this freaky little mind connection thing going with Voldemort, and not fair is that every one thinks I'm insane because of this! And what is really, really not fair, is that I am always being kept in the dark! I'm absolutely sick to death of people pretending to answer my questions, when really they have avoided the subject completely! She obviously can't answer any of my questions, so how, Remus, how, can she possibly be trying to help me?"

Both the adults looked completely shocked at his outburst, but at that moment, he didn't really give a rats ass. He stormed out of the kitchen, making sure to slam the door as loud as he could behind him. Walking passed the drawing room, he noticed all eyes turned towards him, so they had obviously heard too. Harry ignored them and continued on up to his room, where he slammed that door too.

Harry paced his room. Frustration filled his entire mind until he couldn't think strait. Harry placed his hands on the wall in front of him and started banging his head against it. Rather then relieve his frustration, it just gave him a dull ache in his head. When he stopped, a new emotion swept over him; guilt. What had he done? Why, why, did he always lose his temper like that? Harry hated having to give apologies, but he would give one to Ailey. She didn't deserve to be treated how he, Harry, had treated her.

So Harry walked back down the stairs, back passed the doorway of the drawing room, where every one promptly stopped talking to stare at him, and finally found himself outside the kitchen door. Harry took a deep breath, and opened the door, knocking before he did so.

Remus and Ailey were sitting with mugs of steaming tea in their hands, talking. They stopped their conversation when they saw it was Harry standing at the door.

"I'm sorry", Harry said. "You didn't deserve to be spoken to like that. I was just frustrated, but I shouldn't have taken it out on you." He paused. "Sorry", he said, again.

Neither of the adults spoke, so with a mental shrug, Harry turned and left the room, though much more calmly then the last time. When or if Ailey decided to forgive him for speaking like that, she would come to him.

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