Could Things Get Any Worse?

"My Papa? He's Back?" ~Sally Riddle-Jackson-Blofis

dam, sally has lots of last names.
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          Lupin and Harry appeared in front of a dingy old apartment building, paint chipping off the buildings and graffiti butchering the neatly painted yellow of the walls. Harry felt strangely exposed. To whom? He wasn't sure. Muggers, maybe. This was New York after all. Though he wasn't so sure why he was so afraid of muggers, considering he had faced off such a horrible creature as Voldemort.

          "There he is," Lupin pointed to the old man with the long beard wearing half-moon shaped glasses and robes. Harry snapped out his wary analysis of the area to smile at Dumbledore.

          "Ah," Dumbledore smiled. "There you are. This is Sally Riddle."

          Harry blinked. As if just suddenly appearing by magic (no, not actual magic, he's speaking figuratively!), a middle aged woman with her long brown hair in a ponytail and her shining blue eyes narrowed in suspicion stood by Dumbledore.

"Jackson," Sally corrected. She blinked and shook her head. "No, wait. Now, it's Blofis. You're Harry Potter, aren't you? Defeated my papa?"

"Err," Harry shifted uncomfortably. He wasn't all that fond of his fame. And he was also a bit wary of Sally, being the daughter of Voldemort and all, despite the fact that she was a squib. "Yeah."

Sally nodded sympathetically. "I'm sorry that he has caused so much trouble for you, but I don't see why my son has to get involved you... You twisted, vile--" She glared at Dumbledore.

"Ms. Blofis," Lupin cut in. "I understand you do not wish to put your son in any more dan--"

"Where are they?" Hermione skidded out of an apartment building next to Sally. "I need to kill them! Those idiots! I swear--"

"Ari, sweetie, I believe Travis and Connor are at the convenience store about two blocks away," Sally said calmly, not at all fazed by Hermione's anger and crazed look in her eyes.

"Hermione?" Harry asked uneasily. "Um, what's wr--"

"Hermione?" Sally it in disbelievingly. "You're the girl of the so-called 'Golden Trio,' Ari?'

          "What?" Harry's eyes widened. "Um, I don't really understand what's going on and--"

"There they are!" Hermione cut Harry off, her eyes narrowing into tiny slits. "Damn idiots." She muttered.

"Language," Sally chastised.

"It was hardly anything, Mrs. Blofis," Hermione rolled her eyes. (Much to the surprise of Harry. She would scold him and Ron if they even said the word 'crap.') "Hey! Stolls!" She ran off.

          Sally tore her eyes away from Hermione and looked at Dumbledore once more. "I don't feel very comfortable discussing all of this in the open. Shall we go into my house?"

"Well-advised, Ms. Blofis," Dumbledore agreed, smiling. "Come Harry, Remus."

          They walked into the shabby old apartment building, Sally giving Dumbledore discreet dirty looks, Dumbledore observing his surroundings while humming, and Harry and Lupin trailing behind the pair warily, taking in their surroundings and silently and unintentionally judging.