Auriane looked at the door with frustration as she let out a hair-blowing sigh. Auriane started to get up and go after her sister, but before she reached the door Dumbledore stopped her.

"Perhaps it'd be best if you gave her some space."

"But she's bound to get into mischief if I'm not there to stop her." Auriane complained

"I'm sure Harry wouldn't mind keeping an eye on her, would you Harry?" Harry looked up at Dumbledore with shock but then shook his head. "There see now your sister will have a protector should she get into any untold dangers here at the safest hospital in Britain."

Everyone except for Auriane tried to hold in their laughter as Harry opened the door to go after Lyric.

He didn't have to go far, he found her in the hospital courtyard sitting on a bench with her knees tucked under her chin. Harry stared for a moment then walked over sitting on the bench next to her.

"Were you describing your sister?" Harry asked as she looked up.

"Mostly…. I may have exaggerated a tiny bit because of my frustration…. It's just she doesn't understand what I have to go through just by living with her constant jealously of what I'm good at… I mean my parents used to tell her to knock it off but now that they're gone she is seriously going to bug the crap out of me!"

"Hey be lucky you at least know that she's alive and that she'll try and protect you no matter what." Lyric looked at Harry as if to say 'wait what!'

"Yeah sure until something dangerous happens then she'll either run behind me, faint, or run away all together." Lyric said as she turned her head looking in front of her staring into space. "I just hate whenever I make friends or get a crush on some guy she decides to get jealous even though she already has all those things and she tries to be someone she's not in order to make them her friends or boyfriend so they'll forget I even exist."

"Well then she did you a favor." Harry said as Lyric looked at him as if he were completely insane.

"Wait what?"

"If they were so easily 'suaded into ignoring you then they weren't really your friends just people who pretended to be." Lyric returned her head into it's previous position.

"That still doesn't explain why she would dump her current boyfriend and flirt with my crush even though she knew I liked him a lot." Harry thought for a moment as Lyric waited patiently.

"Maybe she didn't want you to get hurt." Harry suggested

"Why are you on her side? You don't really know either of us. And besides, isn't getting hurt a way of life?" Lyric asked.

"I'm not on her side I'm just trying to remain neutral…"

"That's not what it sounded like to me" Lyrics mumbled.

"I'm just trying to help you so you can hear what her story could be!" Harry said now getting annoyed he then sighs to let out some steam. "You remember don't you?"

"What?" Lyric said with shock of the sudden change of topic.

"You remember what happened don't you." Harry repeated.

"What do you mean?" Lyric anxiously asked.

"You're kidnapping! You remember it don't you!"

"I think we should be get back the nurses might have a fit if I'm gone to long." Lyric said quickly as she got up and limped back towards the room she was being held in.

"Lyric!" Lyric stopped but did not turn around. "If you ever need to talk to anyone who would remotely understand…"

"Talk to you?" she said turning halfway.

"Or Ginny" Lyric looked at him slightly confused. "We both been in a situation where Voldemort tried to…."

"I understand Harry." Lyric slowly turned and started limping to the room. Harry paused for a moment and closed the distance between them and opened the room door and watched her pass.

"Young lady! Never in all my years here have I ever had a patient, who had been tortured recently, have the bravery to stand up to a nurse who was pregnant!" The nurse yelled as Lyric who had been arguing with the nurse about what time her check out should be.

"Well then you obviously haven't any girls like me… an AMERICAN GIRL!"

"Well I guess not… your check out time should be what's good for you not what you want!" Lyric sighed at the nurse's reply.

"What's good for me is to leave a place in which I have no chance of getting comfortable and going to a place where the possibility of getting comfortable exists so I can rest right?" The nurse nodded trying to see where Lyric was going with this. "Well then I should leave here immediately because there is no chance I will ever get comfortable in a hospital!"

"And why not?" the Nurse asked. The others became immediately intrigued and watched Lyric for her answer. Lyric noticed the eyes on her and she mumbled her answer so no one could hear. Harry walked to the side of her bed.

"I'm sorry dear you're going to have to speak up." The nurse informed her.

"I'm afraid of Hospitals." she whispered so that only Harry could hear her since he was beside her.

"What?" the nurse asked yet again.

"She said the hospital's environment is not natural enough for her to completely relax." Harry said. Lyric looked up at him and mouthed 'thank you' at which Harry nodded and mouthed 'anytime'.

This exchange went completely unnoticed by everyone expect for Auriane who turned her stare into a glare. Harry looked up and saw that he was being glared at he then raised his eyebrow causing Auriane to scoff and look in another direction.

"Alright but I highly recommend you using a wheelchair for your trip ho-"

"A wheelchair will not be necessary I can walk just fine." Lyric said as she got out of the hospital bed and started to walk towards the door when the nurse stepped in front of her.

"I highly suggest you stay off your feet for at least the remainder of the week." Lyric was just about to protest when Harry, who was behind her, picked her up.

"There she's off her feet. Happy now?" Harry asked as he walked out the door with Lyric in his arms.

"You didn't have to do that you know." Lyric said as she looked up at Harry.

"Yeah, I know." Harry carried her into one of the many fireplaces at St Mungos and dropped the floo powder down into the grate and shouted "The Burrow!" They flew through the fireplace network and finally reached the Burrow where the landed not so gracefully on the floor. "Whoops, I didn't mean to drop you." Harry helped her up and then he lifted her up off of her feet. "Where to?"

"Are you sure I'm not to heavy for you to be carrying around all the time?" Harry shook his head. "Alright, but when your arms get tried don't complain to me." Harry only replied with a smile. "Okay, how about we sit outside? It looks like a nice day." Harry headed towards the backdoor leading to the backyard when Mrs. Weasley, Ginny, Ron, Hermione, and Auriane came through the fireplace.

"Stop right there, Harry!" Harry stopped and turned to look at Mrs. Weasley. "You do realize that you have elected yourself to be her wheelchair." Harry nodded. "Okay then now that that's settled, Lyric dear Auriane told us that you have a passion for drawing so we went and got you some sketch pads, pencils and other drawing things." Lyrics eyes widened as Mrs. Weasley gave her the items.

"Thank you so very much, Mrs. Weasley!" Mrs. Weasley smiled and told Harry that he could continue outside. Harry stopped in front of the door and turned around seeing Ron and Hermione right behind. They smiled at Harry and Ron walked in front of Harry and opened the door as Hermione followed Harry out the door. Harry set Lyric down on a bench and sat down next to her as she organized the drawing utensils and opened the book to start. "You really want to know what happened?" She whispered. Harry nodded as she started to draw occasionally pausing as if trying to remember something.

"What are you drawing?" Hermione asked.

"Memories." Lyrics replied.

"So Lyric in an effort to get to know you I'm going to ask you some questions." Ron asked, Lyric looked up at him with some slight amusement on her face and gestured for him to continue. "Do you speak any other languages besides English?" Lyric sighed.

"Oui, je parle italien, en allemand et en français bien sûr, qui est la langue je parle maintenant." She replied effortlessly.

"What?"

"She said 'Yes, I speak Italian, German, and of course French, which is the language I'm speaking now.'" Everyone looked at Harry. "What?"

"When did you learn to speak French?" Hermione asked.

"I begged Fluer to teach me in fourth year."

"Puis I'un de vous parler français?" Lyrics asked Hermione and Ron. They both looked at her with confusion and then looked at Harry.

"I know she said something about speaking French but otherwise I'm lost." Hermione said as she looked at Harry.

"She asked if either of you spoke French and I believe she just got her answer."

"Oui." She said smiling still working on her drawing.

"You don't need me to translating that one do you?" Hermione and Ron shook their heads.

"Does your sister also speak those languages?" Hermione asked.

"Elle parle l'allemand et l'italien, mais pas le français."

"Okay, can you please speak in English just this once?" Ron said impatiently.

"I said she speaks German and Italian but not French."

"Oh okay well I think I'm done with the questions for now, I'm going to go back into the house and finish my homework. Want to help 'mione?" Hermione nodded and Harry rolled his eyes as Hermione and Ron went into the house.

"Are they really going to do homework?" Lyric asked.

"Doubt it." Harry said as Lyric smirked.

"Oh I forgot to tell you." Lyric looked up from her drawing and over to Harry. "You smell really good!"

"Umm thanks." Harry said with amusement in his eyes. "What exactly do I smell like?"

"I don't remember."

"But you remember that I smelt good?" Harry asked now smiling.

"Yes, I remembered that I wanted to tell you that you smelt good."

"Okay." He said laughing, "So, what memories are you drawing?"

"My recent bad ones, just for you." She said smiling up at him. "Oh and comic book style too."

"Alright just tell me when you're done." Harry leaned back and looked at the clouds as Lyric drew her memories on the sketchpad. A couple hours later she placed the sketchpad onto Harry's lap.

"Done." Harry looked at her, as she looked down towards the ground, and started to read the comic. Once he was done he looked at Lyric seeing tears in her eyes he placed his hand on her shoulder. She looked at him and quickly put her arms around his waist and cried into his chest as he slowly rubbed her back trying to calm her. Neither knowing that, they were being watched by angry eyes.