Hermione like the new maid, as Denise agreed with her about house elf rights. When Harry voiced his concerns to her, she waved it off as him being paranoid. Once a week had passed, everyone else seemed to like Denise too. Ron like her because she gave him some money to put in his savings once he had helped her out with the cleaning, Tonks because she was great with fashion, and could always tell her what the new styles were, Molly because she didn't have to clean, Moody because she seemed to know the basics of being an aura…in fact, she had started attending the meetings.

Fred and George popped in from time to time, and they too like the maid. She defended them once when Molly yelled at them, and took their new job seriously.

So Harry was alone in being suspicious. If she was a death eater, she was going out of her way to get on everyone's good side. She had even started taking to Harry; feeding him extra at meals, and, like Molly, insisted that he at least two portions. She had taken to helping the trio with homework, letting them off chores, and baking cookies for the whole group. Ginny liked her too, and could be seen near Denise nearly all day. The new house maid was just too perfect.

So two week into the summer holidays, the attacks were getting steadily worse, and their was a suspicious house maid keeping a careful eye on Harry. It was shaping up to be a great summer.

However, Dumbledore did seem to know her. He was a little over-protective of her actually, making her stay in the house at all times, A bit like what he did to Sirius. And Denise hated it, again, just like Sirius. She would complain argue with Dumbledore. Harry had once heard her saying that as much as he thought it, she wasn't some wonderful experiment of his.

But no one else was worried, so Harry decided he shouldn't be either.

During the third week, Denise performed some wonderful charm work and turned their bedroom into a very large quidditch pitch. Fred and George came round, Tonks played, and they made up a team. Denise stood in the 'stands' and watched. Obviously, they played normal positions; Ron as keeper, Harry as seeker, Fred and George as beaters, (one on each team) then Ginny as the other seeker, Tonks as chaser for one team, and a few free members of the order filled the other positions.

Denise couldn't help but be amazed at how much like his father Harry really was…

After a good hour of playing, Harry caught the snitch. He and his team won 170-20. Before they had been on a tie, 20-20. Both teams were just to good.

'You play like your father, he would be so proud,' Denise said to Harry when he landed.

'You knew my father?' It was almost as if he had pulled Denise out of some dream reality. Her eyes unfocussed, then focussed again. She cleared her throat before speaking.

'What? Oh, yes, I-I-I was at school; a year below him,' she made up. Harry didn't believe her, and he was persistant.

'How did you know him then?'

'Oh, everyone knew him,'

'You knew him better though, didn't you?'

'I was a victim of his pranks, and so got my own back a few times…then we both got a detention together and spent it shouting at each other,' Denise chuckled, though quickly realised what she had just said.

'You just described my parents relationship before they started dating,'

'Yes, well, James married Lily, didn't he? And come to think of it, Harry-his father- hated him for it. Said it would be better for the family if he married a pure-blood,' Denise made a face.

'Aren't you a pure-blood?'

'What? Yes,' Denise said. 'Unlike your mother,' she added for effect.

'Did he date you?'

'What?' Denise looked taken aback.

'He dated you too, didn't he? But he broke up with you for her, my mother,' Harry smirked.

'How dare you? I wasn't aware we…they brought you up to be like that!'

'Who? My parents? Or the Dursely's?' Harry asked.

'I don't care which! Your father would never have left me if it wasn't for that stupid fing bitch!'

Harry swung, and hit Denise on the side of her face, making her stumble. Her nose started to bleed fiercely. Ginny ran over to help Denise.

'HARRY!' She yelled.

'Never, and I mean NEVER insult my mother…or my father for that matter!' Harry cried angrily.

'Harry, calm down,' Ron said, running over to his side.

'Whatever she said mate, it's not worth it. Remember Malfoy?'

Harry hung his head.

'Malfoy? I know that name…' Denise muttered.

'Pure blood, muggle born hater,' Hermione explained, running over 'he insulted both of Harry's parents last year. Harry attacked, along with the twins, and got banned from quidditch.'

'Why do you bother? Your parents are dead,' Denise queried.

'I DON'T CARE!' Harry yelled. 'THEY'RE STILL FLESH AND BLOOD! I DON'T CARE WHETHER THEY'RE HERE IN BODY, THEY'RE HERE IN SOUL!' He cried.

'You wouldn't understand, you haven't lost anybody.

'I have,' Denise spat 'I lost my parents too. And it was my fault. I lost my sister, and it was my fault. I do know how you feel Harry, but you have to face up to the truth; your parents are dead. Death is the end, Harry, no one has ever come back. The end, Harry. Your parents met the end, just like mine did, and that's it. They're NOT coming back.'

'That's what you think,' Harry muttered 'but I know where they are. They're behind the veil, just like Sirius is,'

'Harry give up, Sirius is gone. And no, it's not your fault,' Hermione whispered.

'HE IS NOT GONE! HE ROLLED BEHIND THE VEIL, AND HE IS STILL THERE!'

'No Harry, he's not,' Hermione said, shaking her head 'It's like Denise said; death is the end. Sirius died,'

'Sirius is dead?' Denise said suddenly. Ron nodded grimly.

'No, he can't be!' Denise cried 'What about Remus? Remus is okay, right?'

Hermione nodded.

'Thank god. At least there is one none dead, none betrayer marauder left.'

'How did you know about Wormtail?' Harry asked.

'He was our-their-secret keeper,'

'Why should you care what happened to the marauders? I thought you were a year below them…and my fathers cast off,' Harry said.

'I WAS NOT!' Denise cried. 'I WAS ONE OF THEIR BEST FRIENDS! I WAS NOT A CAST OFF! JUST BECAUSE THAT PURE-BLOOD BITCH CAME ALONG DOES NOT MEAN WE BROKE UP!'

'Pure blood bitch? MY MOTHER WAS A MUGGLE BORN!' Harry yelled.

'DENISE WAS A FUCKING PURE-BLOOD! I'M NOT ON ABOUT YOUR MOTHER, AM I? WE STAYED TOGETHER THROUGHT THICK AND THIN! ME AND YOUR FATHER WERE THE COUPLE OF THE YEAR!'

'NO YOU WEREN'T! MY MOM AND DAD WERE! DAD LEFT YOU, HE MARRIED LILY!'

'HE MARRIED ME!' Denise yelled 'DENISE LOST! JAMES SAW HER FOR THE SLUT SHE WAS! HE CAME BACK TO ME! HE MARRIED ME!'

'YOU ARE DENISE!' HARRY YELLED BACK.

'NO I'M FUCKING NOT!'

The whole room was quiet. So was the rest of the house. Everyone had heard the last argument. Dumbledore stepped into the room.

'Denise, please,'

'Back of Dumbledore!' Denise yelled, rounding on him.

'Denise, please, calm down,'

'NO! YOU DO NOT CONTROL ME JUST BECAUSE YOU BROUGHT ME BACK! YOU DIDN'T EVEN BOTHER TO BRING BACK JAMES! HARRY NEEDS A FATHER!'

'Denise, I told you, I tried. I could only bring one back,'

'THEN WHY NOT HIM?'

'Denise, please, can we discuss this elsewhere?' Dumbledore asked calmly.

'NO WE CAN NOT! WE CAN'T DISCUSS THIS AT ALL!'

'Denise, I know you're angry at me…'

'ANGRY? YOU THINK I'M ANGRY? I'M MORE THAN BLOODY ANGRY!' Denise yelled.

'DENISE!' Dumbledore roared. Everyone in the room shivered. 'Please, calm down,'

Denise broke into tears. Ginny tried to comfort her.

Harry nor any of the others knew what to do.

Denise dried her eyes quickly and stepped out of the room. The others inside slowly filed out, not saying a word. Harry was not thinking straight, so once the room was empty, he took off again on his broom. Who maids could be so god damn confusing?

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What do you think of this chapter? I don't how long it is, but I'll tell you one thing; it could have been longer if you wanted the end to be crappy. I deleted about a page worth of writing because it gave away too much of the plot…I'll update soon, with a longer chap.

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