"AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH" a scream came from out of nowhere making anyone who heard it shake with fear.
"LYRIC!" shouted a young teenage girl with pale beige skin and wavy black hair falling down to the top of her hips.
Harry a woke with a jolt finding himself at the burrow in Ron's room, the scream still ringing in his ears. Questions flooded into his head before he had time to sit up, like who was the girl? Was she the one screaming? If she wasn't the one then who was? And why? Who was this Lyric person?
"Harry?" a familiar voice said from within the darkness of the room "Are you okay?" Harry sat up slowly to see that Ron was looking at him with concern.
"What do you mean?" Why was Ron concerned? What had he done?
"You were screaming like someone was killing you." Ron informed him.
"I was?" Harry asked completely clueless to this occurrence.
"Yes you were." Ron said "Was it your scar?" he asked suddenly in awe.
"I'm not sure." Harry said as he got out of bed and started to walk out the door. "I'm going to talk to Lupin to see what he thinks. He's downstairs in Charlie's old room right?" Ron nodded and Harry continued walk out of the room he and Ron shared and started down the stairs to the room where Lupin was staying. Harry raised his hand to knock on the door but before his hand made contact with the wood there was a loud commotion on the first floor of the house. Harry ran quietly down the stairs and stood in the shadows listening.
"Where's Lyric? Where's my sister?" cried a girls' voice.
"We are searching for her as hard as we can Auriane dear" Mrs. Weasly was trying to comforting the girl.
"Can you remember anything or anyone in detail?" asked what sound like Lupin's voice.
"All I remember is running to my sister who fell down the stairs again! And then … um … she screamed and then she was gone." Auriane said with slight confusion. Then a loud BANG came from up the stairs. "What was that?" Auriane asked anxiously.
"Oh that's probably Fred and George inventing stuff again" Auriane had a confused look on her face "They are two of the Weasley children, her children" pointing at Mrs. Weasley
"Yes there's my oldest sons Bill, Charlie and P-P-Percy who are out on their own" Mrs. Weasley struggled saying Percy's name. "Then there's Fred and George, their twins, Ron and Ginny my youngest"
Harry decided it would be a good idea to come out of hiding but not to quietly. So he went up a couple of stair and ran down them like he normally would. When he appeared in the room all eyes were on him.
"Um…. Hi?" Harry was not sure of what to say, the situation was more awkward then he thought it would be.
"Hey Mom what's for breakfast?" Ron, Ginny and Hermione came running down the stairs. But once they saw Auriane they froze not knowing what to do or say.
"This is Auriane she will be joining you at Hogwarts and will be staying with us until then." She paused for air. "Auriane dear this Ron, Ginny, Hermione Granger, and Harry Potter"
"Wait a minute, the real Harry Potter?" she looked at Harry with fascination.
"You're American aren't you?" Auriane nodded.
"The Americans know about Harry? And...and…oh you know his name!" Auriane looked at Ron with confusion.
"He means Voldemort" With that everyone in the room except for Harry flinched at the mentioning of Voldemort's name. "I guess that answers that."
Suddenly a black owl flew through the window gracefully landing on Lupin's shoulder. Lupin took the letter it had possessed and read it. His eyes quickly, scanning the piece of paper.
"Molly we need to make a visit to St Mungos immediately!" Everyone looked at Lupin with curiosity "Hurry everyone go get dressed! Now!" Ron, Ginny, Hermione, and Harry ran up the stairs, swiftly put on their clothing and sped down the stairs. Once they had caught their breath they look to Lupin for what to do next. "Alright now, everyone hold on to the letter" Everyone did as he had asked. "Now we will be port keyed there in…five… four… three… two… one!" Harry felt the usual tugging behind his stomach as an icy feeling dripped from his head down to his feet. Mist surrounded him and a scene formed around the group. They were in a lobby of St Mungos Hospital.
Lupin led them to a room on the far side of the hospital and opened the door. "Now once inside no talking, which includes whispering, no shouting, just sit still and all will be explained in time." Everyone nodded. As they entered the room Dumbledore came into view as well as a hospital bed which was occupied by an unconscious girl who looked as if she had gone through hell. She had long curly brown hair that looked like it had once been in a braid and Harry could see freckles peering through the wounds on her face.
Auriane gasped and her eyes became wet with tears. Harry looked at her and mouthed 'are you okay?' she pointed at the girl and mouthed back 'That's my little sister!' Auriane's head fell lightly on to Harry's shoulder. He rubbed her back trying to comfort her as quietly as he could. The girl and the bed started to jerk her head from side to side.
"Auriane!" she screamed as the jerking became thrashing. Auriane watched her sister in horror. No one knew what to do. Then Dumbledore offered his hand to Auriane, who took it, and led her to her sister.
"Try to comfort her…" Auriane tried to think but the girl's screams kept distracting her. "Think of it as if it were one of Lyric's nightmares."
Auriane nodded and struggled to put her hand on Lyric's forehead while she thrashed and started singing "Out of the mist of history he'll come again Sailing on ships across the sea to a wounded nation Signs of a savior like fire on the water It's what we prayed for one of our own Just wait though wide he may roam Always a hero comes home He goes where no one has gone But always a hero comes home" As Auriane sang Lyric slowly calmed down until she was still "Deep in the heart of darkness sparks a dream of life Surrounded by hopelessness he finds the will to fight There's no surrender, always remember It doesn't end here, we're not alone Just wait though wide he may roam Always a hero comes home He goes where no one has gone But always a hero comes home And he will come back on a present time Dead or alive And even though they know the bridge has burned He will return he will return Just wait though wide he may roam But always a hero come home He knows of places unknown But always a hero comes home Someday he may carve his stone a hero comes home He goes and comes back alone But always a hero comes home Just wait though while he may roam But always a hero comes home" Everyone stood watching the sisters as Lyric's eyes fluttered open and slowly looked around examining everyone. Harry now saw she had deep emerald eyes with a blue star surrounding the pupil. Auriane couldn't take it anymore she hugged her sister as hard as she could.
"Ow ow ow" 'oops' Auriane thought 'maybe I hugged her too tightly'.
"Sorry" Lyric winced as the pain from her sister's hug flourished. "What happened to you? I was so worried." Curiosity filled the air as they all waited for Lyric's answer.
"I…I don't remember, I don't know why?"
"Your mind may not want to remember." All eyes turned to Harry.
"What do you mean?"
Harry looked at Dumbledore for permission to speak and he gestured to Lyric saying it was okay making Harry step closer. "Well when a person goes through a horrible experience their mind sometimes blurs out the worst parts… but they usually come back when something triggers them."
"Like what Harry?" Harry looked over at Ginny who had her eyebrow raised and her arms crossed and looked as if she was angry, 'why was she mad at him, again?'
"Well maybe a word, a name, an object, a person, stuff like that." Lyric stared at Harry which made him feel as though she were digging through his mind reading every thought every memory that he had ever experienced.
"Lyric… maybe I should introduce you to everyone" her stare changed to curiosity and her eyes moved off of Harry and to Dumbledore "Alright each person wave as I call your name" Everyone nodded and waited patiently "Albus Dumbledore" Dumbledore waved and everyone including Lyric gave a snicker "Remus Lupin…Molly Weasley… Auriane Musette… Hermione Granger… Ginny Weasley… Ron Weasley… and last but certainly not least, Harry Potter."
Lyric looked at Harry for a brief moment again and looked to Dumbledore "Do you have any sketch pads?" Dumbledore looked at her confused "You know a… drawing notebook." Dumbledore shook his head. "Oh" she said with what sounded like disappointment.
"Wait a minute you're not going to throw yourself at Harry like everyone else who meets him at first does?" Ron looked at her with wide eyes.
"No…Why would I do that?"
"I don't know it's just your sister kinda did…"
"I did not! All I did was ask if he was the real Harry Potter." Auriane glared at Ron who rolled his eyes.
"Well that's my sister and if you haven't noticed I'm a completely different person from her."
"Lyric be nice!" Lyric looked up at her with unbelieving eyes.
"He started it."
"I don't care who started it…. Why do you have to constantly remind me who the younger one is with your immaturity?" the look of shock overcame Lyric's face.
"My immaturity? I'm not the one who is constantly trying to be someone she's not just to get the attention she's currently not getting and when her fake personality still doesn't grasp their attention she throws a temper tantrum!" Lyric threw back the sheets of her hospital bed and winced with pain as she forced herself out of bed pushing past everyone in the room to get out the door slam it shut behind her.