Harry sat down in the spotless kitchen. He was very skeptical about Beatrice.
"How long have you been living here?" She sat down and folded her hands and started to think, "Well, uh, I think a year ago…. Yeah. Dumbledore called me up and said, "My dear, I know we have our differences but you must do me this favor. Go live in the house where the Potter's hid and clean it up, make it presentable. Then, wait"
"Wait?", Harry could not believe anything that she said.
"Yes, for you. I am supposed to help you with your journey to find the, uh, what are they called, um…" She began to bite her nails in deep thought. Harry found her quite amusing but then realized what she was referring to. "The Horcruxes." She sprang up in pure delight, "Yes! Horcruxes. Yes. See, I'm psychic and all so I can probably help that way." Her smile faded and she slumped back into the chair. "Actually, Dumbledore was going to tell me how I would assist you last week, but you know…." she mumbled and fell silent. "He was like a father to me," she looked at Harry with tears in her eyes, "but then I left him in pursuit of my real father. I'll never know who my real father is anyway. The two possible men are dead, killed by the hands of Tom Riddle."
She looked down at the palms of her hand and clenched her fists. "I don't like calling him Lord Voldemort. Not because of fear but because of hate. He is no Lord."
She got up and continued to tell her story. "The two Black brothers, Regulus and Sirius." she laughed. "They rhyme." She smiled at Harry. "I never met Regulus but I have met Sirius. He visited me when he got out of Azkaban. I was in New York, you know, America. I was there because I had recently had a huge row with Dumbledore about Sirius' innocence. He thought I was being delusional. But I knew, I knew and so I left England and him for 6 years. I helped Sirius get away from officials and such. But he had to go see you and kill Peter. We both know that that wasn't successful. I tried to find evidence of his innocence but I couldn't find any. Then before I knew it, he stopped writing. It was Dumbledore who came to me and told me that he was killed by Bellatrix. He then told me to hold my anger and do him this favor until further instructions."
Beatrice paused and looked at Harry who was trying to digest her tale. "But he's dead now. Now I take orders from you." Harry got up from his seat and took Beatrice's hands. I would be honored to have you help me." He smiled. "Does this mean you own Grimmauld Place?" She laughed, "You can keep it or we can share. Doesn't matter. So, uh, are you hungry?" At that Ron and Hermione came into the kitchen. " I am starving, so if you aren't a Death Eater, I would like some dinner." Ron said as he sat down. Hermione slapped him lightly on the head, "Don't be so rude."
Beatrice began to prepare a meal. As she turned on the sink she gazed out the window. Her happiness was soon dissolved by the faint appearance of a burning house with a green skull and snake floating above it.