Author's Note: Hey guys! Sorry it's been so long, I've been working a summer camp for 9+ hours a day, and the kids (however great they are) are running me ragged :) I'll try to be better about updating! Also, hope everyone is having an awesome summer thus far!

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Chapter 4: Swearing and Giggles

Harry was locked in a state of shock. Draco Malfoy, pureblood extremist and bully extraordinaire, wanted Voldemort killed. He actually wanted to work with Dumbledore. What kind of messed up world was this? Still, even if Malfoy was lying, it might be useful to take him to Dumbledore. The blonde might have some information that they could get through Veritaserum. And (though Harry did not want to admit it to himself), he really didn't like the idea of sending Malfoy and his sister back to people capable of making Malfoy the absolute bloody mess he was. Harry might hate the spoiled idiot, but he didn't want anyone dead. And so, Harry sighed and turned towards the parchment on his desk, taking a quill into his hand. How to put this?

Lyra stepped up beside him, hopefully to help Harry put into words what was probably one of the weirdest experiences he'd had thus far, when she suddenly gasped and froze. Harry turned abruptly at the sound, just in time to catch her staring in horror at something behind him. Except there was nothing behind him…was she really staring at him with such terror in her eyes? Her complexion had paled to a color whiter than her platinum blonde hair and her eyes were wide as saucers. Malfoy was staring at her in fear and concern, one arm outstretched as if to calm her. Slowly, Harry raised both hands off of the desk into the classic position of surrender. He backed away from the horrified girl, confusion in his eyes as she flinched as if in pain. Ever so slowly, the terror drained from her face, anger slowly creeping into her expression. She made both Malfoy and Harry jump about a mile when she let loose a hateful snarl.

"What has he done?! Oh, I'll kill him. I'll damn well kill him! Slimy son of a—" here her rant broke into a rather long string of highly creative swear words. She was pacing, every now and then stopping to stare at Harry once more, pity and anger fighting for dominance on her face. She quit her swearing long enough to call out a desperate "WHY?!" at Harry, who was quickly becoming offended by the swears she had thrown in his direction, before continuing on. It was not until she concluded her murderous monologue with, "—no-nosed, half-witted, frigid son of a rattlesnake!" that Harry realized she was talking about Voldemort. He looked himself over and caught Malfoy doing the same. Honestly, Harry didn't feel any different…how could Voldemort have done something to him without his notice? It had to be something bad for an outright stranger to react so violently.

"Do you have a wizarding guardian, Mr. Potter?" Lyra asked suddenly. She seemed to have calmed, if only slightly, and plopped down next to her brother with an irritated huff. Harry thought to himself, thinking of Sirius almost instantly but unsure if it was safe to trust these two with knowledge that Harry communicated with him. He had decided against it, hesitantly shaking his head, when Malfoy rolled his eyes. "We already know Black is innocent, Potter," he announced, grinning smugly when Harry stared back blankly. "I mean, he is your godfather, isn't he? Are you in touch with him, Potter?" At Harry's even more hesitant nod, Lyra cut her brother off. "Is he at wherever Dumbledore is?" Again, Harry nodded. Lyra clapped her hands together and motioned back to the desk.

"Alright then," she said, "we'll talk to him when we show up to wherever your lot is meeting up." Harry was confused. Why the hell did she need to talk to Sirius? Wary of whatever was wrong with him that had caused his sudden house guest to erupt in such a manner, Harry set to writing a message for Dumbledore, a message that would have to be the epitome of stealth.

Snuffles,

You're never going to believe this, but Blondie showed up at my door. He was a mess and says he has an interesting story to tell about his pet snake. My cousin is here with him, and she's really excited to see you. Can we come visit sometime soon? Ask your boss if you can take off work to come see us.

Sincerely,

Harry

He turned the note over to his blonde companions proudly, allowing them to inspect his work. Malfoy scowled as he reached the end and Lyra burst into hysterical giggles. Harry snatched the letter back quickly, holding it tightly and glaring at the two. "What? I think it's brilliant, it's got to be secretive or someone can intercept it!" He pouted as all this brought was another round of laughter from the female Malfoy. She put a hand on his shoulder, ceasing her laughter in an attempt to placate him.

"Mr. Potter, it's a…beautiful letter. You did great. Draco's just mad because you called him Blondie," here she giggled again, "but really, it's wonderful. Go ahead and send it, quickly." She offered him a smile and patted his shoulder. Harry, feeling both inexplicably pleased at her assessment and irritated with her treating him like a child, rolled up the letter and unlocked the door to Hedwig's cage. She diligently held out her foot, which he tied the letter to, and took off. The three teens watched as the snowy owl flew away, then turned awkwardly to each other to wait for a reply.