Title: Utopia
Author: Kadet07
Rating: G+
Disclaimer: Don't own anything, don't sue.
A/N: Okay so this BEFORE sixth year. No sixth book and this will be pretty OOC but I will try to keep them normal.

Chapter One: In Which There Is Three Rescues, Two Healings and A Prophecy (not in that order)
Harry lay on his bed silently wishing that the last few months could be undone and he was safely residing at Grimmauld Place with Remus and Sirius. But somehow he knew it wasn't possible and a little voice, like Hermione's, was making him admit the painful truth. Sirius was dead and Remus was dying. Now all Harry could really hope for was swift and painless end, but even that wasn't a possibility and a voice, annoyingly like Draco's was telling him that with Voldemort even THAT wasn't possible. Absentmindedly, Harry heard his bedroom door creak open and with a world-weary sigh, he turned to face his intruder.

"What?" he asked in a monotonous voice, blatantly uninterested in what Severus Snape had to say.

"Get up. Tonks and Moody are waiting for us at Arabella's house. Is this all you have?" he asked disbelievingly as he looked at his relatively small trunk already packed. But something was off. It was packed is such a manner that it was ready to leave without Harry, not like he was ready to take off at a moment's notice. Severus picked up the chest and it was extremely, light suspiciously so. So, with morbid curiosity, he opened the trunk and he peered in it as if the Dark Lord himself was going to pop out. All that was in the trunk was a few letters, some read and some addressed to friends and comrades, some loose money and his bank key. Severus looked at the unsent letters oddly; he then, with a certain sense of dread, looked around the room for an owl cage. Severus stood sickened as he looked at a horrifying sight that MIGHT have once been an owl. A lumpy bundle of blood, bones, feathers and rotting flesh lay unceremoniously at the bottom of a disfigured, possibly blow-torched cage. He turned away from the hideous sight and lifted a shaking hand to his face.

"I tried you know. To protect poor Hedwig. Then to heal her. But he just came back and took my wand. Might've broke it or burned it or buried it or just simply hid it. Doesn't matter though. He burned all my books, and broom and parchment and homework, most my money, my robes, my clothes. All I've got left is in there or on my back. Please just take the chest back to Dumbledore, tell him you found me dead. But give my Invisibility cloak to Remus, he'll know why I want him to have." Harry's voice was so distressingly flat and dull, that Severus feared he was dead in everything but name.

"Potter, we need to go now. Before you uncle comes. When we leave you will be safe," Severus said while slowly sitting up on his bed.

"He will kill you if he finds you here you know. Then he will kill me. For being a freak. He always kills me last."

"Why?" Severus asked as Harry was lifted from his bed with gentle arms.

"So he can watch he me suffer through everyone else's pain. He knows it hurts me to watch him hurt and kill innocent people." And mercifully, Harry fell into a numb slumber.

With a loud CRACK! They were gone from the house and in Arabella's. He set Harry on her couch and said softly, "I will be but one moment," and with a second crack, he was in Harry's room again. Severus was completely pissed. With a sharp hand gesture, his wand was out and every door in the house collapsed. Vernon rose from his bed with a loud grunt as he attempted to lift his gigantic arse off the much abused mattress.

"Who are you?" Vernon roared as Severus strode towards his son. Severus grasped a handful of the boy's disgusting brown hair and pointed his wand's tip at the boy's neck.

"Where is it?" he demanded caustically.

"Where's what?" Vernon asked fearfully as his hand flew to his own neck.

"Potter's wand! Where is Potter's bloody wand?" he yelled at the disgustingly fat man.

"Right here, here it is," Vernon said hurriedly, reaching for something on his bedside table. And he shoved Harry's wand into Severus' hand. "Please don't hurt me!" Vernon pled pathetically.

"You aren't worth anything anywhere! Do not think that once Potter is older and has done what he was born to accomplish that you will be able to call in ANY favors. I might just have you put in Azkaban. So just crawl under a rock and die." With that, he Apparated from the house once again to Arabella's house. Severus saw the limp Harry Potter resting against the couch.

"He just kind of rolled over, like he had no bones in his body. He just slumped over and next thing we knew he was in this uncomfortable position, in a pile. What is the matter with him, Snape?" Tonks asked completely at a loss.

"Let's go," Severus said. With a stony expression, he gently picked Harry up again and he turned to the rest of the group, "Grab his trunk, and be careful it doesn't have much in it."

"Here's the portkey, Snape," Moody offered him a small grungy dog doll; with a grimace, he placed one of his and Harry's hands on the dirty doll.

Harry woke the moment they were in Grimmauld Place and clutched the doll tightly in his hand. He pulled the dog close to his chest and looked around.

"Can I die now?' Harry asked dully when he saw Severus.

"No. But you may ask me again in about four years," he replied sharply.

Two young women came up beside him. The taller one had mid-back length black hair and bright blue streaks and blue eyes. The other woman had black hair to the top her feet and foggy blue eyes, she was the one that spoke mockingly to Severus.

"Actually he will die in one hundred and forty-four years, five months, one week, six days, thirteen hours, and thirty-one minutes, but you will already be dead, Mister Snape. You'd've been dead about six months, three weeks, two days, and twenty minutes earlier. Mister Potter's lover will die the same day as Mister Potter, only three hours, twenty minutes and two seconds earlier. His child…" she was cut off because her mouth was covered by the other woman's hand.

"Teri, stop it right now! Honestly! It frightens people when you do that, and you know it. Please pardon her, Mister Snape, when she gets into one of her little funks she can be a right bitch. I am Melody and this must be Harry Potter, no?" she asked politely looking at Harry.

"Bit of a mess, huh? Think we can fix him up, Melody?" a tall young man with shoulder-length black hair and the same piercing eyes as Melody.

"Yes, Cal. I think we can fix him up properly. I will gather our things and our sister, and you go gather our newest patient and his affects." With that the two of them went to work quickly, leaving an eerie, empty silence in their wake.

It was four days later that Cal, Teri and Melody emerged from the large suite they had commandeered. Teri had a dreamy smile when she appeared and she began to wander and search the house for what was unknown to everyone else.

"Mister Dumbledore, Cal and I require food," Melody demanded softly.

"Of course, please sit down. Is Harry alright?"

"How do you mean?" Cal asked wearily as he sat across from Melody.

"Well, over all."

"Pretty horrible. His body is fine, NOW. But mentally, he is weak as a new born babe. Emotionally, he is dead. By the way, who is Remus Lupin?"

"An old friend of James and Lily Potter."

"Where is he?" Melody asked as Molly set some food in front of her.

"We do not know of his current whereabouts."

"Hmm. Okay. Cal," she began absentmindedly.

"Gotcha." He took her food and left the room.

"Can I get some more?" she asked politely and Molly gave her the plate she was going to give Cal.

"Why?" Dumbledore asked suddenly.

"Why what?" she shot back sharply.

"Why do you need to know who Remus is?"

"Because Harry has what an adept empath would call 'bleeding heart.' He has taken so much emotional damage in such a short time, he is killing himself."

"What else is the matter?" Draco Malfoy asked blandly.

"My God isn't it enough! Fine I will tell you. He has severe abrasions on just about every centimetre of his body, severe lacerations at key points of the body, such as knees, probably done with knives. It is very likely this was done to immobilize him, cutting the tendons; gashes to the shoulders, probably done cane or belt; back, probably done with a cane; abdomen, probably with knives again; pectorals, probably with metal nails and his upper arms, probably with belt. Severe bruising to the back of the head and thighs which suggests brutal rape. There is severe bruising around the neck which suggests attempt of strangulation. There are rope marks on his wrists and ankles, meaning he was most likely bound and gagged. He has been starved, so he also dehydrated. Is that enough? For the sake of you, Dumbledore, he has suffered more that most in this room. For the sake of all you believe in, the boy has… has been tortured by family. But have no fear you have my beloved sister's word that he will make it long enough to kill this Voldemort fellow. What have you done! Leaving that poor boy alone with those wretched Muggles! How could you?" she yelled with a rage that would have cowed Salazar Syltherin and so Dumbledore fell before her and Draco stood awed. And within the moment she looked confused, then frustrated and lastly very embarrassed. "I am so sorry. I thought I blocked him. But I am still picking up his moods."

"Whose? Harry's?" Draco asked.

"No," she sighed as she plopped back in her chair from which she had unwittingly got up from in the middle of her ranting. "I told you all already emotionally Harry is no longer with us. All I get from him is very, very cold indifference. My brother. Those were my brother's emotions. He is a very angry person. You see, I am an empath, among other things. When I Heal someone I have to enter their mind and usually Cal accompanies me. I guess I did not end rapport with him, which means I am accidentally picking other people's moods. And you, young man, will talk with me once Remus is found."

"Why?"

"Because you will end up like Harry, if you don't"

"Saint Potter of Gryffindor, me like the Perfect Golden Boy?" he spat venomously.

"NO! A poor lost boy with NO ONE AND NOTHING but a Bleeding Heart, ulcers and slashed wrists that are laced with deadly toxins. Blast it! You put up a cold mask, but I see right through it. You are sad, lost, confused, but most of all, hurt. You need my help and Harry's. Because he is the only person ALIVE that can show you what happens when you give in to the darkness and pain. Harry may never recover; he may throw himself off the London Bridge after he defeats Voldemort. But I am determined to help him. Will you?" she asked accusingly.

"Yes, I will," he replied softly.

"Good, because we need to tell about a prophecy that Teri made some time ago.

A wretch'd soul, bruised with adversity,
We bid be quiet when we hear it cry;
But were we burdened with like weight of pain,
As much or more would we ourselves complain:
So thou, that hast no unkind mate to grieve thee,
With urging helpless patience wouldst relieve me,
But, if thou live to see like right bereft,
This fool-begg'd patience in thee will be left.

"Dumbledore, stop your useless sniveling. I told you already you precious hero will live to kill Voldemort. So don't worry about that," she scoffed coldly and Draco gasped in shock at that revelation.

Dumbledore looked up at her pathetically and plead, "But I wasn't…"

"But you were. Don't lie to me. I see through you. Come, Draco, Cal found Mister Lupin and Teri is close to finding our other guest. Follow me," and he did. They went to the suite, but Draco stopped a few feet into the room. A very gaunt Remus Lupin sat beside an extremely pale and whimpering Harry Potter. "Sit down, Draco, next to me. Not to close to Harry or you have to sit still for nearly fifteen hours for him to get accustomed to a presence. Not a comfortable ordeal, trust me."

"I do. What is the matter with Potter?"

"I am yet to heal his emotional wounds."

"What is keeping you from doing it?" Draco snapped.

"Worried much," she smirked at him, then sighed tiredly, "It can take years to heal him completely. So I want to tie up loose ends before I go into two very serious cases."

"Potter and…?"

"You. Possible some others but you and Harry for sure."

"Who are you?" Draco demanded.

"Sorry. I forgot to introduce myself. My name is Melody Sagara, at your service."

"Sagara?" he asked suspiciously.

"Yes. The Sagara and Potter lines are rumored to have descended from the same person."

"Who?"

"Godric Gryffindor, of course. In all the Sagara line, there have been two Ravenclaws and one Syltherin, but she died like at fourteen or something."

"Are you related to Potter? Is that why you care so much about him?"

"I care so much about him because I am an empath and as much as I love not being able to pick up emotions when I am around him, I know that if he doesn't begin to feel he will never do what he was born to."

"Are you related to him?"

"Yes. He is our distant cousin."

"Our?"

"Cal, Teri and mine."

"Oh. Who is this other guest?"

"He is… arriving," she finished lamely as Teri showed up
hauling a rather large bundle. "Cal, get my bag. Teri, set him on this bed," and Meria was at the bed in a second.

"Who is this person?" Draco demanded.

"His face, is that mud or blood?" Cal asked quietly.

"Thankfully, it is mud," she replied, almost humorously, with a wave of her hand the blankets, clothes and dirt was gone, leaving a very clean, but very naked man. Remus went to their side and at the sight of the man, passed out cold.

"Teri, get him into a chair please."

"Of course, Aidan," and she picked up the man and deftly put him into a chair next to Harry's bed.

"Starving, dehydrated, muscle deterioration, minor abrasions, blisters on feet and hands, major bruising on face and center of chest. Possible place where a curse was landed. Swollen ankles, feet and hands. Broken toes, last, middle, second and first on left. First, fourth and last on right. Sprained left ankle. Broken fingers, ring, middle, pointer and thumb on left and all on right. Possible dislocated left shoulder. Now we start healing. Ready the potions." Melody's clear voice commanded, Cal began healing with her and Teri broke off to grab some vials and flasks, only to return to the bedside.
For what seemed like an eternity, Draco sat and watched the three Sagaras perform delicate healing spells on this unknown person. Draco waited, and idly, he wondered where their wands where, until the silence was broken.

"Uhngh…" a guttural moan rose from the pale and parched
lips of none-other-than Harry Potter and Draco went to his bedside.

"Potter, can you speak?"

"No, I can't," he replied slowly.

"Does anything hurt, like unbelievably so?"

"As much as I love having you worry about me, where's Melody or Cal or even Teri?"

"They are busy fixing up some guy."

"It is not just SOME guy, Malfoy. Harry, Teri found Sirius. He is here," Remus said excitedly. The Sagaras came over.

"Harry, it is time you learned the whole truth. Cal, Teri and I are triplets, but that was a little obvious. Our mother was your father's cousin, which makes us related. I am a vampire and Calix is a werewolf. Lastly, Teri is a seer, a real one mind."

"You are a vampire?" Draco asked nervously.

"Yes I am," Melody replied testily

"When did you last eat?"

"The eating habits of a woman are no business of men!" she replied to Draco in an offended tone.

"Hey, Melody, Remy is here," Cal said lightly.

"Fine! You answer their questions!" she huffed, whirled around and left the room in a hurry.

"Um, Cal, who is Remy?" Harry asked softly.

"Remington Nuhn is her husband," Teri replied distractedly as she looked over at where Sirius was. Everyone turned to Sirius' bed. He was sitting up and looking groggy.

"Hey, guys, can I get some food?"

"Sirius?" Harry asked softly, obviously not believing that it was him.

"Sirius!" Remus exclaimed happily as he practically threw himself in to Sirius' waiting arms. "I have missed you so much! I just cannot believe you are here with me again!" the once calm and collected Remus now gushed nonsensical babble at the repaired man.

"I missed you too, love," he replied laughing at Remus' giddy and childlike demeanor. His expression turned serious (A/N: hehehe no pun intended. Ok maybe a little.) as he looked over at the bed ridden brunette. "I am sorry , Harry."

"For what, Sirius?" Harry asked numbly.

"For everything. That woman, the one with weird hair, when she healed me I saw into her mind so I kinda saw your memories too. I am so sorry."

"You didn't do anything, Sirius," he said and turned to face the wall. Sirius' expression turned sombre.

"Mister Black, please, do not worry. Our sister has not begun to heal him emotionally. And if you ever need a neutral party to talk with or just talk to Melody will be here. Mister Potter and Mister Malfoy will be attending a partner session together. If you would like to have one as well, alone or with a partner please tell her so she can ready herself to accommodate for two partner groups," Cal explained with a polite smile.

"Malfoy?" Sirius repeated in a hollow voice.

"Yes, Mister Black, Mister Malfoy has agreed to be Mister Potter's partner," Melody answered stiffly as she entered the room with a man and four children. She set the two babies she was holding and continued to speak, "I honestly would have to do some sort of counseling with him anyways it just helps that I am getting two jobs done in one shot."

"Who are these people? This is my house, and I want to know who they are!" Sirius demanded.

"No need to get huffy, Mister Black and I can assure you they pose not threat to you, your manhood, your lover or your Godson. This is my husband, Remington Nuhn, and these are our daughter, Drisana. Any other demands, Mister Black?"

"How old are you?"

"A women's age is one of the commonly lied about things so I fear that you will not believe any answer I give," Melody stated.

"What is your age?"

"I am eighteen. Anything else?" she replied as she tidied up some messes in the room. She turned to him, hands on her hips.

"I do not believe that but I will let it go. Why are you here?"

"Obligation to family, of course. Now Mister Black, please lie down and try to get some sleep. If you cannot, then ask Cal for a sleeping draught. He will happily oblige. Mister Lupin, if you need some sleep then we will get you a bed. That will probably be a far more comfortable arrangement. Mister Malfoy, do you want a bed or a room?"

"A room, please," he said jumping out of his chair as he strode quickly to the door, he muttered, "No way ever, am I going to spend an entire night with a room full of Gryffindors."

"Well, Mister Potter, I am assuming that you will sleep unaided tonight. And tomorrow, we will begin healing as well as counseling. Is that acceptable?"

"Yeah sure."

"Wonderful. Mister Lupin, about that other bed…"

"I will stay right here," Remus stated adamantly as Sirius wrapped his arms around his waist.

"Well, that is fine. However, we can make the bed a bit bigger and sturdier," she offered.

"That would wonderful. Thank you," Sirius said before Remus could utter a single syllable, shooting him a loving smile. Within moments, the bed was large enough to fit three people comfortably.

"Now while Melody said it was large and sturdy, we would ask you to refrain from particular activities while Harry is present," Cal said while hiding a smile behind a hand. "The full moon is in eight days, Mister Lupin, if you require Wolfsbane potion, please, tell me." He gave a last smile, gave Teri and Melody a kiss on the cheek, waved to Drisana and left.

"Draco, please, follow me to your temporary room. Teri, do you want help getting to your room?" Melody asked as she grabbed her daughter's hand.

"Yes, but I think I will enlist your handsome husband for assistance," she said slyly.

"But you are blind. How do you know?" Draco blurted out rudely and a small tinge of a blush graced his cheeks.

"That may be true, but I have known my sister long enough to know that she would accept nothing less than the best looking man for her husband. Plus, when she was not looking I asked him if he was good looking or no. And he said he was, so I believe him. Come Remy, I do hate walking with out a guide," she beckoned imperiously and he went to her side with a small smile.

"Traitor," Melody shot at her husband grinning then turned to her sister. "You do it all the time. You found a man half dead, with little to no magic reserves. Where was he anyway?"

"Australia. The Veil kicked him out and he was unconscious. When you stay to close to the Veil for so long, a magic friction, I guess, builds up. His magic sensed the danger that lay just beyond the Veil and got him as far as it could away from it. And that happened to be Australia. Pretty good, considering he was knocked out, fatigued and had just been through something akin to a blender for humans. Anyways, just because I can get around without a guide, beloved sister, does not mean I like it."

"I'll get you a dog," she shot at her sister as Remy led her up the stairs. Remy murmured something and Teri's bell-like laughter floated down the stairs.

"You know, sister mine, I may steal your husband "

"Good luck. He's not your type," she muttered as she looked
down at Drisana. "Since your father is running away with Auntie Teri, you have to come with me. Draco, I will show you your room on the way. Is that okay?"

"Yeah, that's fine." Drisana looked up at him with big blue eye, smiled and grabbed Draco's hand.

"What is your name?" Draco asked the little girl holding his hand.

"I am Drisana. Draco means 'dragon.' I had a friend named Suoh, that means 'dragon' too."

"What does your name mean?"

"Sun."

"Sweetheart, it means 'daughter of the sun,'" Melody corrected. She opened a door and went inside.

"Same thing, mommy," she said mildly.

"Hush, dear. Here's your room, Draco. That door goes to Harry's suite and the door goes to your bathroom. Some clothes are in these drawers. Any questions?"

"Yeah. How old are you? And how can YOU be related to Potter?"

"Simple. My mother was his father's cousin, their fathers were twins. I have seen pictures, there were exactly alike. Well, their physical features were exactly alike. My mother was friends with Severus. But James would have none of that. He said the worst things about Severus, at Mister Black's prodding. My mother stopped talking to Severus until their sixth year my mother made amends, but she thought that the chance for friendship was over. So she found a random bloke and ran away with him a year before graduation. It supposed to be just to get out of the country, so she had a fling with him, but got knocked up. She ended up marrying him. Our father was a nice sort, but not the best father ever."

"How old are you really?"

"Eighteen, really."

"But you have a five year old.

"Yeah. I know. Remy is my mate, nothing can change that, so I figured why wait. I was going to end up with him anyway."

"You were thirteen!!"

"So? Don't worry you pretty little head over it and get some sleep."