Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. The Harry Potter series is written by J.K. Rowling. I claim all rights to characters of my creation including but not limited to Sophia and Truth.

A/N This is my first Harry Potter fic. What do you think?

Dumbledore entered Grimauld Place with a heavy heart. So now the boy knew. The one bright spot in this was that Harry hadn't lost another member of his family.

He found the healer sleeping in one room and moved further down the hallway.

Sirius lay on the bed the only evidence he was alive being the slight rise and fall of his chest. Remus was snoring softly in an easy chair. Sophia sat on the floor with her legs crossed.

"Hello Dumbledore," she said her eyes blinking open. Albus watched as lines reasserted themselves, as the guarded look she almost always wore reappeared.

"Meditating?" he questioned as they quietly slipped from the room.

"Yes."

"Sirius?"

"Just waiting for him to wake up."

"And the healer?"

"He looked tired."

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"Tea?" Dumbledore asked when they reached the kitchens.

"Look, I had to see for myself."

"I've made several mistakes this past year. One of them was not telling you where your husband was."

"You told Harry didn't you?"

"Yes," he replied wearily as he sank into a chair.

"It had to be done."

"I'm well aware of that. Have you ever considered teaching?"

"What?" Sophia frowned at the question that came out of left field.

"I'm considering a class on Occlumency."

"A lot of parents won't like that."

"Oh, I only intend to offer it to those with full parental approval."

"I thought you said I served you better at the Department of Mysteries."

"I thought perhaps you might want to be closer to Truth."

"So you know. And what do you mean closer?"

"I've checked in on you once or twice, and I thought you were aware she'd requested a transfer to Hogwarts."

"She what?"

"I received it several days ago. Usually we don't consider transfers, but she's a very gifted young lady."

"You can't tell Sirius. Not yet."

"It's not my place, but I dearly hope you will tell him."

"I will. Just not yet."

"So are you interested in the job my dear rebel?"

"Why did you always insist on calling me that?"

"Because it is what you are."

"Not for a long time."

"I think not, but that is not the subject at hand."

"First, I have to have a very long talk with my dear rebel."