Ok, been too long I'm catching up on myself, so it'll be a bit before I post again, cause I got myself stuck a month and a bit ago and didn't bother to... unstuck myself

And I like Navy blue font now cause it sooo matches my av... well I think it does and since I like it I'll do it, so all chapters from her on out are gonna be in navy bwoo (aka blue).

-lubbs new avvie- to think I only found it on google... totally doesn't match my sig but watever, Murtagh RULES! Despite what happened in the end of Eldest... he still rocks my socks! (he's hotter than Eragon in my opinion... well, fairly close but Murtagh still beat him by just a bit)

Anyways, rest of the chapter!

“Sh!” Ginny scolded as she neared the house.
“Come along,” Dezi said as she grabbed Shane’s arm, having to drag him towards the house.
“Not again... not possible... no way... I’m not...”
Dezi pushed him inside Grimmauld Place and shut the door. Locking it, she blocked the way when Shane tried to escape.
“It’s only for Christmas, Sirius,” she responded, still blocking the door.
“How did you...?” Sirius backed up a few steps.
“Dumbledore,” Dezi responded simply, stepping away from the door.
“But he’s... he’s...”
“Dead? Yes, it’s good to see you have noticed, since you were talking with him.”
“How did he die?” Sirius asked curiously.
“That is something I cannot tell you,” Dezi responded, kicking off her shoes. “Unless Dumbledore wishes to tell you himself.”
“But how did you...?”
“Get here? We just live here.”
“But how did you find out about this place?”
“Again, something I cannot tell you.”
Sirius pouted as he followed Ginny to the kitchen. Dezi chuckled and followed behind them. She took a seat in the kitchen and watched Sirius’s astounded expression. He sat down across the table from Dezi, Harry was at the end, Ginny at the nearest spot next to him, Darren was on the other side of Harry and next to Sirius, and Chloe was on Dezi’s side farthest from Harry.
“What can I ask that you can answer?” Sirius pondered quietly, shaking his head.
“Well it depends on what you ask,” Dezi pointed out, shrugging.
“Why would you want to live here?” Sirius blurted.
“It’s merely a roof over our heads,” Harry responded, looking at Sirius intently. “I’ve never been fond of the hallway personally, but overall if you just avoid the dust and grime its fine.”
Sirius recoiled slightly at Harry’s gaze. He squinted and looked at his forehead.
“What’s that?” he asked bluntly. Harry chuckled.
“It’s a scar...”
Sirius scoffed.
“It’s cool though. How’d you get it?”
Dezi looked at Harry.
“Ya, you never told me how you did get it,” she pressed, smiling.
“Cut my head,” Harry said abruptly.
“What with?”
“Sharp butcher’s knife.”
Dezi looked at him oddly, but made sure her hair covered what Sirius could see.
“A knife?” Sirius asked, an eyebrow raised.
“Yeah, I was in my... artistic state back then, and I took the knife and thought a lightning bolt would look rather interesting, but it’s lasted a bit longer than I thought it would...”
Dezi gave Harry a few weeks warning for lying. She heard he could be a bad liar, but she didn’t imagine it would be this bad. It was so obvious he was lying, she tried not to laugh, which was rather difficult.
“You look... familiar...”
Dezi feared this. She knew the similarities between James and Harry, yet the only difference being his nose and his eyes.
“How so?” Harry asked, curious. He knew what Sirius was referring to, but remembered what Dezi told him, which was really what Dumbledore said.
“You look like one of my friends... are you related to him?”
“I don’t... I don’t think so. He’d probably be too young, or old now, to be closely related to me anyways,” Harry shrugged it off.
“I’ve seen distant cousins look a lot alike. Now tell me, do you know a James Potter?”
Harry seemed to keep his face fairly neutral at the mention of his dead father.
“I’ve heard the name before, well-known Seeker from what I’ve found out,” Harry responded, smiling.
“But...” Sirius looked at Harry closely.
“You all must be hungry after such a long trip!” Harry said suddenly. “A good supper would do. What do you wish to have, Sirius, considering you’re the guest, even if this is your old house...”
“An... Anything,” Sirius responded, stuttering slightly. He seemed to be trying to place something. Harry got up.
“Lily!” he said suddenly, his fist hitting the table when he figured it out.
“What about a lily?” Ginny asked, smiling.
“Oh, those are my favourite flowers! I love how they open in the light and that they’re white... ooh! I could write a poem!” Chloe exclaimed suddenly. She started mumbling something.
“It can’t be... it’s impossible... she hates him...”
Harry hurried past the table and started making dinner.
“Who hates who?” Chloe asked curiously. Dezi gave her a deathly glare, which made her shrink in her seat.
“It can’t be them,” Sirius shook off the thought. Dezi got up and walked up to Harry.
“Did you happen to move the pictures of the old Order with your parents...?” she whispered.
“Yes,” he responded quietly as he flicked his wand, causing the water to boil in a pot.
“I didn’t know you could do that...”
“I was taught,” he responded as he dropped some food into the pot. Dezi couldn’t get a good look at what it was.
“Who?” she asked curiously.
“Her...” Harry cut himself off. Dezi’s face darkened ever so slightly.
“Oh... was she a great cook?” Dezi pressed.
“She didn’t do much cooking actually...”
“Then how could she teach you?”
“I said she didn’t do much cooking, I never said she didn’t do any at all,” Harry pointed out as he removed the pot from the stove. The bubbling water subsided automatically as it touched the towel set up on the counter.
“Um... is there anything you can do about...”
“I’m not a Metamorphmagi, Dez,” Harry cut her off automatically. “I can’t change my appearance. If I only had your ability...”
“What ability?”
Harry stood still for a moment, but slowly turned and looked at Dezi.
“You... you’re not serious...”
“What?” Dezi asked, confused.
“I thought... don’t you remember?”
“Remember what exactly?”
Harry seemed to flinch, as if he was holding back what he was about to say.
“I’ll explain later,” he mumbled as plates dropped softly onto the counter. Still confused, Dezi dropped it and went back to her chair. She sat quietly, trying to figure out what Harry meant by her ‘ability’.
Metamorphmagi... the word floated in her mind. She remembered hearing it before, but she had no clue where, let alone if she did at all. She ate her dinner quietly, looking up to find Sirius averting his gaze every time.