A/N; This chapter is awfully short in comparison to my others, but I'm not sure anyone is even following this story so I'm just writing it for no particular reason. Sorry for the wait, if you have been a part of this weird and crazy ride lol. Review please. Thank you

"The truth is like rain, it don't give a shit who it falls on"

EPISODE 11- Half Truths

[Maxi Delacour Estate]

"So what about Madame Aries..?"

"What about her?"

"Don't be a cunt your entire life! Is she…"

"Zes, She waz zust a fabric of zour imagination 'arrison"

"But, what about all of those pompous socialites from breakfast the morning after I got to this place?"

"Zhis iz all in zour mind 'arrison. Pass zhe bowl of fruit plezze"

"I don't understand…"

"Of course zou do. Zhis is but a dream zou silly boy. Now, pazz zhe fruit zou dotty cynic"

Harry, with his mouth slightly agape subconsciously reached across the table and passed the crystal bowl full of fruit to CoCo. "But why would I imagine a mature French women giving me fellatio, that's absurd". Harry's head was beginning to ache again, but there came no menacing images of Tom Riddle, this was becoming awfully confusing.

"Do zou raymemba zhe first night you arrived here? Do zou raymemba zeeing a purple cheri blossom tree?

"Yes-"

"Will zou pass zhe fruit zou mental baboon?!"

"What are going on about I passed you the damn fruit you funny bird!"

"Is zhat so? Are zou sure? Then what is this." Coco referenced with her index something sitting right in front of Harry.

Harry stopped massaging his temple's and opened his eyes, sure enough, just like she said, the bowl of fruit was sitting directly across from him in the exact same position it was in before he passed it to CoCo barely a minute ago. "You put it back there!"

"Maybe, but what if I didn't, non?" Said Coco retrieving a slice of Kiwi from the bowl of fruit Harry initially positioned in front of her. Harry eyes shifted to the bowl resting in front of Coco too the bowl situated in front of him. The bowl in front of him had not been there before, he was sure of this, but he had closed his eyes, this could have given Coco ample time to use a spell of some sort, but would he not have noticed it, even with his eyes closed? This only made Harry's head hurt allot worst.

"Zou should stop closing your eyes my sweet Harrison. It makes it difficult to discern truth from deception. All the things that I have taught zou these many years and it seems-"

"Years! What are you talking about, it has been but a couple of months you dodgy duffer!"

"Time is a matter of acuity, nothing more. Everyzhing we 'ear is opinion not fact, everyzhing we zee is perspective not truth. Zou would do well to take theze words in ztride my love."

Harry stood to his feet, only to find himself sitting. He was perplexed; apparently he was standing the entire time. So now that he was sitting he tried to stand again only to find himself sitting back down.

"What The bloody hell!" Harry bellowed thrashing the table. Harrys eyes followed the bowl of fruit that was positioned in front of him roll of the table and into the overgrown grass. When his eyes found their way back to the table, there it was again, positioned right in front of him.

"Everything isn't as it seems to be Harry, your mind is a dangerous place, but it is zour place after all. This was the point of all zhe grooming, zhe priming. I zas tailoring your mind my love"

"Who are you?"

"Someone zou use to know before zour current life, and someone zou have met in said life. I am always with zou, in the physical world or zhe hereafter, even in zour delusions zou cannot escape me. Time and space cannot wither our hold on one another, our love resides outside of comprehension." Whispered Coco, in a hushed voice, talking more too her-self than to Harry.

"What…what about the black kid with the funny hair? What about old man Delacour? Are you saying that I imagined them as well? Are you saying this entire…Estate is just in my head…? No. Hermione and Ron seen him at breakfast…Professor Dumbledore seen him in the broom shed. I don't understand…" Harry was beyond confused. He continued to stare at the fruit bowl as if it was supposed to reveal some sort of revelation, ignoring her declaration of their so called immortal "love".

"Do zou recall dreaming about dead people calling out to zou? Like zour friend, rival, zhe boy who died valiantly afta zhat voolish tournament? Have you been, dreaming of him lately I wonder?" Coco queried as she buttered a biscuit.

Harry knew exactly who she was referring to, but couldn't bring himself to say Cedrics name. He simply continued messaging his aching temple's, waiting for her to precede.

"Taking his silence as a sign to proceed, Coco cleared her throat. "Ariel is an old friend of ours who has…ascended. He is beyond common perception. He only interferes when matters are…unbalanced."

"What…Ok…what about the old man"

"Zhe Same. Zhe point I was attempting to make is, you are unbalanced Harrison. Zhis Dark Lord has been meddling with your mind to the point he has, unhinged it. Zou see you are…clairvoyant. Not in Zhe traditional sense because zou don't just see things or feel them, Zou become a part of zhese things, or rather they latch themselves to Zou. That boy you were dreaming about was not zhe boy you knew in zhis life, but rather something using your emotional upheaval due to his death as a catalyst to find its way into this world through zou. Zhis is the prime reason you where brought here. Sleepwalking, dreaming of demonic entities, losing yourself to your darker half by attacking your allies…"

Harry, at once, thought of what had occurred with Bill. Had he been simply loosening his shit so to speak?

"…Ariel was simply observing, which is why he was in the broom shed as well as at breakfast. zhat potion he gave zou was more zhan just a Pepper up Potion it was also supposes to remedy zour broken mind. zou don't even realize that spell zou used on your birthday, "Ra Osiris", was a spell zhat you had never learned in zhis life. That is because zour mind was already becoming undone, some of zour past memories which should be lost to zou with the birth of a new life somehow had seeped its way into zour present mind."

"My emotions…" Harry whispered, and strangely enough as he did, the pain in his head subsided into nothingness. Harry opened his eyes free of the throbbing twinge to find Coco smiling at him proudly. She then took his right hand into hers, with tears brimming in her eyes. She kissed his hand affectionately.

"Harry zou were simply supposed to bring balance to a simple world, but zou and zhis Dark Lord have made things much more complicated than they aught be and now entities that don't belong are going to wage war of the likes this young world has yet seen. I feel so sorry for zou, after all of zour hard work, it would seem zou cannot escape the fight. It was zour turn to rest, as well as Beatrice and Horace and now it would seem you have all awakened to the harsh realities of the universe…again. I pity zou my love. I know zou are still lost in zranslation but zou will find zour way. zhese zhings take time. In fact zhe only reason zou know and see what little zou do now is because of zour flirtation with death. He is angry with zou Harrison, as always. He is such an asshole. He sits on the fence and watches his brothers and sisters go to war in excitement because he himself is denied our freedoms. What little we have anyway."

"What are you talking…?"

"Don't forget what I told zou my love; zhe debutants ball is where zou will find what zou need. Be safe, be wise, and be loved." Coco snapped her fingers and before Harry could utter another words he opened his eyes.

"Harrison, it's good to see you." Barked a familiar voice in excitement and jubilation.

"Siruis?"

"Siruis?" The voice questioned in stark seriousness. "Oh right, Siruis Black, ha! Sometimes I forget"

Harry opened his eyes to find himself standing in the middle of Dumbledore's Office. A very young and dashing Serious Black staring at him while twisting around in his chair, a very beautiful purple eyed dame doing the same and Dumbledore who were standing behind his desk, slack jawed with a small tear running down his right twinkling eye.

"Welcome home "Harrison"."