After Professor Dumbledore sat down, Harley brought over some more tea and added extra sugar to his cup.
Once Harley had sat down as well, Dumbledore took a long sip of tea, then smiled and asked about her life. "Harley, how have you been enjoying your summer holiday?"
"Thank you for asking, Professor. I've been having a lovely holiday," Harley replied gently.
"You don't have to be so formal with me." Dumbledore leaned back slightly against the sofa,
"You can think of this as a chat with a family member.
As it happens, your grandfather, Fleamont Potter, and I were very good friends back in the day."
Harley obediently nodded, relaxing her posture a little to show that she agreed with Dumbledore.
As for her age, I, the Demoness of Unaging, Harley Potter, was a beautiful girl who would be eighteen forever!
At most, it was a matter of a few hundred months—no, perhaps a few thousand... That wasn't important!
The old man and the young girl chatted, and the room was often filled with the girl's silvery laughter.
After they had talked for a while, Professor Dumbledore turned to the first matter at hand.
"I heard from Amelia that something strange happened to you a while ago. Your letters mysteriously disappeared, then mysteriously reappeared?"
Professor Dumbledore steered the conversation where he wanted it to go.
"You know Madam Bones, don't you? I believe you're quite close to Miss Susan Bones."
"Of course." Harley nodded. "Susan introduced me to her aunt and often talks about her."
"Oh, good. That saves me quite a bit of trouble," Dumbledore said with a smile.
"I was very close to her brother. We were the kind of friends who could trust each other with our lives. When we fought Voldemort, we were both on