A/N: Hope everyone had a glorious Christmas! Before I start rambling, here's chapter 7!

"Tammara!" Hermione called at Tammara's retreating form.

They watched her run out of the room, and winced as they heard a door shut loudly.

"Oh dear, Albus." Professor McGonagall sighed. "You shouldn't have done that!"

"I thought it was the best way, Minerva…" Dumbledore turned to Harry.

"What happened in the Pensieve, Harry?"

"Well, Professor--" Harry started, but was cut off by Jeanne and Mark, who had rushed downstairs upon hearing the frightened sobs they were hearing from Tammara's room.

"Albus, Minerva, what happened?" they asked anxiously.

"She… didn't take it so well, Mrs. Andrews…" Harry answered lamely, after a definite pause.

Jeanne sighed. "I guessed as much… I knew that we should have told her when she was younger… even just the tip of the iceberg would have been enough…"

Mark cleared his throat. "The fact remains… She knows part of the truth… the problem is whether she'll believe what she's been told or not..."

"I have given her the letter, Mark."

"But won't she dismiss it as part of a joke?" That was from Jeanne.

"A joke?" Ron cut in. "Didn't she see what Hermione did?"

"That's what she's thinking, Ron, that this is all a huge joke at her expense, and it has been pretty much to handle for one day…"

"Since when could you read minds, Hermione?!" Ron asked, growing scarlet.

"Since last year, Ronald, ever since Harry needed practice after that little run-in with Voldemort in the ministry last year…"

Harry cut in. "please don't bring that up again, Hermione." He muttered.

"Like I was saying, Ron, I've been practicing, and perfecting, wand-less Legimency for quite sometime now… though, it does seem to come in unheeded at times… that isn't illegal, though…"

"It bloody well should be…" Ron muttered.

"And besides, Harry can do it too! Ron, if you have a problem, I suggest that--"

Harry cleared his throat, interrupting an eminent argument.

"Uh, guys, we have a more serious problem here! Hermione, how's Tammara?"

Hermione closed her eyes, concentrating. An image of Tammara, lying on her bed, facing the window, her tear-stained face, bloodshot eyes, and confused thoughts swirled around in Hermione's head.

"She's stopped crying… Professor--" this was to Dumbledore, "Maybe I could go upstairs, and maybe talk to her, try to make her understand… you know, girl to girl…"

"I think that's a very good idea, Hermione."

"But what about--?!" Ron squeaked but Hermione cut him off.

"NO, Ron, you and Harry can talk to her later!"

Ron scowled and leant back on the couch, while Hermione started up the stairs.

Tammara lay on her bed.

'This had to be a joke!' she thought to herself. Yet she herself highly doubted her reasoning.

Suddenly, her thoughts were shattered by knocking on the door.

Knock, Knock, Knock

"Tammara? It's Hermione… may I come in?"

Tammara sniffed. Strangely, she trusted Hermione, even though they hadn't even known each other for 5 hours yet.

"Y-- Yeah, it's open…" she managed, not looking at the door.

Hermione opened the door slightly and poked her head in.

"Wanna talk?"

Tammara just curled into a tighter ball on the bed. Hermione came and pulled up a chair near the bed.

"Y' know, when I first got my Hogwarts letter," she said, gently tracing the unopened seal of Tammara's letter with her fingers, having brought it up with her, "I was happy… 'coz I always felt like I was different from all my muggle friends, felt like I was special… in a way, you're lucky… you get to go into a world all your friends can only dream about…"

"What's-- What's a 'muggle' and what the heck is 'Hogwarts'?" Tammara asked, curiosity getting the better of her.

"A muggle is a person that can't do magic, and Hogwarts is a school for witchcraft and wizardry."

"Oh…k… So, I'm a muggle?"

"No, you're a witch, as we told you."

"So this is all real? I can really do magic and all that?"

"Yes, actually, though at first, it's really basic, and it takes getting used to…"

"So you can change people to frogs and all that?"

Hermione scoffed "Easy! In fourth year, this guy was turned into a white ferret! But you'll have to start small, matches to needles and that sort of thing…"

"Mad!" Tammara smiled, at the thought of one of her friends turning into a ferret.

"You mean ferret boy? Yup! And not only that, he was bounced up and down from floor to ceiling and back again! It was absolutely hilarious!"

"Didn't it hurt?"

"Of course it hurt! But he deserved it, arrogant little prat!"

"I take it he wasn't a friend of yours then…"

"Oh, Draco Malfoy's done nothing--" Hermione stopped to look over at Tammara, who seemed to be choking back laughter.

"S--Sorry Hermione, it's just that's his name's really queer… so, you were saying?"

"Yes, it is queer, isn't it? So, anyway, he hasn't done anything except make my life a living hell ever since first year."

"Why?"

"Because Malfoys are what are called 'purebloods', that means that the entire family line is composed of wizards and witches only. Many purebloods consider themselves better than muggle-borns, which are people that have non-magic parents, such as myself… A point of view that reminds me rather strongly of Adolph Hitler's idea of an Aryan race… Absolutely stupid and useless…"

"I agree. Isn't that a form of prejudice, like racism and all that?"

"Yes. Y'know, I'm so happy that you've warmed up to the idea that you are a witch, 'coz Dumbledore would've thrown a fit if you hadn't come to your senses…"

"I'm sorry about that little scene in the living room…" Tammara blushed crimson.

"It's all good, it's understandable… now, why don't you get your face cleaned up, and I'll get the guys up so you can get to know them better…"

"Sure…"

While waiting for Hermione to calm Tammara down, everyone else sat, rather anxiously, in the living room. Suddenly, the wall phone in the nearby kitchen rang, making all of them jump. Jeanne, excusing herself, exited the room and answered the phone.

"Hello? Blair residence." She answered cheerfully.

"HELLO?! JEANNE?!" Mrs. Weasley's voice carried over the phone line so loudly, she could be heard all throughout the room, and in the living room as well. Jeanne held the handset as far away from her ear as was humanely possible. At the sound of his mother's voice, Ron's face seemed to catch fire from his hair and he shrank into the chair.

"JEANNE BLAIR! IS THAT YOU?"

"Hello to you too, Molly… Now, calm down. There's no need to shout. I can hear you perfectly."

"OH, really? I'm so sorry for yelling like that, Jeanne, dear. It's just that I haven't exactly gotten used to this fellytone or whatever those muggles call it."

"That's alright. So, you wanted to speak to Ron, am I right?"

"Would you please be a dear and put him on? I'd be most grateful…"

"No problem, Molly."

She turned away from the phone and called into the living room.

"Ron, dear. Your mother wants to speak to you."

She handed him the phone as he walked into the room, mumbling apologies under his breath.

Jeanne smiled as she walked back into the living room.

A few minutes later, a still-blushing Ron emerged from the kitchen and looked at the 5 people in the room. (A/N: Prof. Dumbledore, Jeanne, Mark, Prof. McGonagall, and Harry)

"Sorry, everyone, but I've got to leave early…" he told them. "Mom wants my help at home, it's Bill's birthday. He's come over from Egypt, and we're kind of throwing him a surprise birthday party, so, if I may be excused... Sorry to leave you with them, Harry." He joked, before apparating with a pop.

A/N: Well, that's it so far… I totally forgot whether or not people are given apparating licenses in their sixth year. They are allowed to here, since this is my story, and sixth and seventh years are also allowed to use magic out of Hogwarts.