Ginny scowled as she showed the new girl the shower, "Soap and everything's there, towels are in the closet," She forced a pleasant smile as she turned to face Rachel, "Need anything else?"

Rachel glanced at her clothes, and flaked a bit of dried blood from her coat, "I have no others, but these should be cleaned. I believe I could wear some of yours if you don't mind."

Ginny kept the smile, "I think I can find something for you."

"You do not like my being here," Rachel said softly, "I understand, and I am sorry if my earlier action caused you any discomfort."

Ginny shook her head, "No, it just startled me, I've been hit much harder by Bludgers before."

"Bludgers, those are a part of the game quiddich, am I right?"

"Yeah," Ginny said amused, "don't you know about quiddich?"

"My father told me a little bit, I have never seen it played though. We moved around too much, and mixing with people was too risky."

"What do you mean?" Ginny asked.

"My father was a Knight," She smiled, "I mean a Death Eater, a long time ago. He enjoyed experimenting with magic, and the Dark Lord let him explore areas the Ministry would not. Once my father realized what the Dark Lord's true purpose for his experiments were, he fled, but he knew the Dark Lord was searching for him."

"Where is he now?"

"He died several years ago, the Death Eaters caught him and my brother, but I escaped."

"I'm sorry," Ginny said, "Go ahead and give me your clothes now, I'll get you something to wear until mum can clean them."

As Rachel slipped the coat off, Ginny could see, a dragonskin harness crossing over her back and chest the sheaths, also of dragonskin, holding the daggers blade up at the small of the girl's back, the handles resting just behind each hip. As Rachel slipped the harness over her head, Ginny studied the rest of her clothes. The pants were made of a lightweight cloth, but had dragonskin pads at the knees. The shirt looked normal, except for three parallel slashes across the back that had been patched clumsily.

Rachel noticed the glance at the shirt, "I was careless, I was coming back here to find Harry, I'd been in Asia, but I stopped in Greece for the night and this manticore tried to sting me so I grab my blades, and cut off its tail, and hightailed it, but it got me with a paw as I left," Rachel slipped the shirt off, and turned to show the scars, "Got me pretty good. Tell your mother to be careful with the coat, it was my mother's."

Ginny lowered her gaze as Rachel slipped out of the rest of her clothes and handed them over, leaving the harness on the floor. Ginny turned to leave as the other girl turned on the shower, but stopped when Rachel called, "I forgot to thank you for your hospitality earlier, I apologize again."

"There's no need to," Ginny laughed softly before slipping out the door. Once on the stairs, she dropped the smile and whispered to the closed door, "You have no reason to apologize, if you can truly help Harry you're welcome here, but if you're lying…" She trailed off and carried the bundle of bloodstained clothes downstairs.

Beneath the spray of steaming water, Rachel listened to Ginny's footsteps recede, "This could be a problem," she thought, "The girl loves him, but as long as I keep him focused on me it won't matter"

She wondered about the others, "Granger?"

Her mind shot back the answer instantly, "She's very smart, observant, and she didn't like Potter using dark spells. Another potential problem."

"Potter himself?" She thought.

"No, I can handle him."

"Ron Weasley?"

It took a while before she got an answer, "Unknown, he's loyal to Harry, but he's Ginny's brother, and he's involved with Granger."

Rachel pondered it a few more moments, "As long as I keep the girls from suspecting what I'm up to, I'll be fine," she decided.

"If it looks like they might?" she asked herself.

"That can be handled. The Knights are eager to avenge their embarrassments at Potter's hand, what better than to kill his friends."

She thought about it a while longer, "Maybe it should happen anyway, a personal loss would only make Potter fight harder. Make him willing to do what it takes to win. They aren't needed, Potter and I can take out the Dark Lord and his Knights alone."

Rachel frowned a little, "Still, there's no reason to do anything yet, as long as Potter's friends don't try to interfere with my plan then they can live."