"I know what I saw," Harry Potter said, taking a few steps back, arms crossed over his chest. His green eyes were annoyed. "You betrayed us."

"I didn't. I don't know how much you saw, but I clearly did this to gather information from the other side," I said, standing my ground. "Do you trust Dumbledore?"

Harry narrowed his eyes. "Him, yes. What that has to do with you, I don't know."

"You must've seen him give me the go to turn my wand against him. He told me to do it to fix my mistake. That way, I could gather information and help you!"

Quickly, I scanned the enviroment. The home consisted of two floors. Inside, the house was, if anything, even neater than the perfectly presented gardens. The downstairs included a living room, dining room, kitchen and hall. And, of course, the cupboard under the stairs just large enough for a young boy to sleep in.

Everyone knew that story.

Harry rolled his eyes with a scoff. "That may be true. But the fact still stands that you helped Malfoy bring in the Death Eaters."

"I didn't!" I protested. "You know why I came to see Dumbledore. I was trying to warn him."

"A little too late for that, don't you think?" Harry scowled. "You'd known about it forever, that much was clear."

"I was giving Malfoy a chance. Everyone deserves one."

"Well bloody good that did us. Malfoy blew his chance."

"Did you see what position he was in?" I retorted, getting frustrated with his stubbornness. "He was chosen by the Dark Lord himself to kill Dumbedore as revenge for his father not being able to receive the prophecy you broke!" I mentally slapped myself. Hard.

"You aren't one to shy from the name. Or is there something else going on?" Harry said, his voice accusing.

I scoffed. "The name is tabooed," I said for the fiftieth time. "He can track you if you say it."

"How do you know about the whole 'Malfoy Revenge' thing?"

'He told me, of course," I said honestly. "He was in a bad place at the time. Especially since you nearly cut him to bits . . ."

"I didn't know what the spell would do," Harry said through gritted teeth. "You know what? Whatever. I don't care. My aunt and uncle are going to be home any time soon and you need to leave before they see you."

"Or what?"

"Look, they're already leaving in two days. I'll be free from them. I can't have them shouting their heads off for having a witch standing in their living room."

Suddenly, the doorbell rang. I smirked.

"You were saying?"

"Open up, boy!" a man's voice said, slamming his fists (probably) against the door.

Harry let out a small groan."Can you leave?"

"Not until I know you don't think it was my fault."

Harry pushed past me, unlocking the door again to let the rest of his family in.

In walked a round old man with graying hair, a thick mustache and no neck. He was shorter than his tall giraffe-necked wife who was bony everywhere. Behind them was a shorter boy, almost his father's lookalike.

The stopped short at the sight of me.

"Who is this?" the fat man blubbered, almost fearfully. "And what is she doing here?"

"To be honest, I don't quite know myself," Harry said through gritted teeth. He shot me a piercing look.

"I just came by to greet my dear friend. He's been doing a great job at school," I said, patting Harry's shoulder. "He's excellent in charms. Once he turned a frog into a huge firebreathing dragon. It destroyed half of Hogwarts, but the teachers magically put it back together," I wiggled my fingers. They flinched at the word 'magic' and I stifled back a laugh.

"Just walk around her, Vernon," the giraffe of a woman muttered. "We'll be far from this nonsense in just two days. Pretend she's not there." The family shuffled around me, walking up the stairs.

"You should know Harry is the most famous wizard to ever exist in the Wizarding world!" I shouted after them. "Get your heads out of your bottoms and realize how lucky you are that he ever stepped into your house!" I cupped my hands over my mouth, amplifying my voice.

"Shut up," Harry said, dragging me to the living room. "When are you leaving?"

"Never."

"You've got to go. You can't stay here."

"I can take the chubby kid's room," I suggested.

"Dudley? No way!"

"Why not? I freaked them out by mentioning the nonexistent firebreathing dragon. They'll let me in easy. There too afraid to say anything."

"No offense, but I don't want you here."

Ouch. "Sorry Harry, but I'm not taking no for an answer."

Harry let his arms drop to his sides. "Steele . . ."

"Potter . . ."

"Fine. One night. Only because I'm assuming you have no place else to go."

"That assumption is spot on."

"Well, what about your place? You can apparate home, can't you?"

"Yes I can, but my home isn't exactly a safe place anymore, especially since all the Death Eaters think I'm on You-Know-Who's side after the helping Draco incident."

"Then it is a safe place."

"It's not. My parents can't find out. I've sent them somewhere far away," I said, feeling a lump form in my throat. "Anyway. . . Dudley's room?"

* * *

Harry Potter had a cozy house. Dudley barely said a word when I asked for his room. In the morning, they ate eggs and toast with bacon (whichever kind) and then continued packing up their belongings afterward.

"So, Harry," I said over the dinner table, egg hanging from the fork I was eating with, "why is everyone moving out?" His aunt's back stiffened. Vernon Dursley had decided to eat in the living room. They barely spoke to Harry, which I found greatly rude.

"It's not safe here anymore. I'm leaving anymore well."

"Oh really?" I asked, leaning a bit close as I took a sip of orange juice, "Where to?"

"It's none of your business."

"Harry James Potter, you have my word that I will not betray you." To be honest, I had no clue what I was doing.

He didn't say anything, just continued to eat.

"Look, Dumbledore trusted me. What more proof do you need?"

Harry put down his fork, looking fed up. "Why are you here, Elvira? Tell me the truth."

I looked him in the eyes. "You-Know-Who is looking for you," I said to Harry. "Which is a given. But me. . . I'm here to help you avoid him."

"And how will you do that?"

"Because . . . I'm friends with Draco Malfoy," I said with a small shrug. "It means I know everything. Malfoy isn't one to keep secrets from his friends."

Harry ran a hand through his messy hair, glancing over at his aunt who I'd forgotten was there.

"Okay," he said with a nod. "Because of Dumbledore, I'll give you another chance. But don't do what Malfoy did. Don't blow that chance."

"I won't," I assured him. "Now, tell me, what's happening in tomorrow night?"