In the pew, head down I'm crying.
I think you have thoughts of dying

TWO HOURS LATER

"Ow...my head...what the hell happened?" I mumbled while clutching my head in my hands, "I feel like I got hit by a truck." The world was a blur around me and I rubbed my eyes wearily, "Where the hell am I?"

"We're at my flat in Diagon Alley," Draco's voice called out from somewhere across the room. I could hear the sound of footsteps coming toward me and Severus knelt down to hand me a vial of nasty looking, brown liquid.

"Drink this, it will cure your headache," he said as he pushed the vial into one of my hands.

"O yes, I'm going to drink a vial of strange liquid that a strange man just handed me after he knocked me out and kidnapped me," I snapped as I stared at the vial suspiciously.

"I didn't knock you out, I just stunned you," he drawled, "and if I wanted to kill you I could've done it while you were asleep."

"Fine," I replied as I downed the liquid quickly. The taste was even worse than its appearance and I gagged for a moment before swallowing it completely. Almost instantly my head felt better and everything came into focus.

"We need to ask you a few questions," Draco said as he plopped down in one of the chairs across from the couch.

"And I need to ask you a few questions, let me get my notebook." I glanced around for a moment before locating my backpack at the end of the couch. Flipping open my notebook I held it close as Severus tried to take a peek. "Uh, uh, uh, no peeking." He just rolled his eyes in return and took the other chair next to Draco.

"Why don't we do this," Draco began, "We'll ask you a question and then you can ask us. A question for a question, how 'bout it?" I nodded in agreement.

"Sounds good, but I go first," I answered, they each gave a slight nod and I began my questioning.

"First off, what exactly is a muggle?" I decided to keep my questions short and to the point. No need to give them information when they already had the upper hand.

"Non magical human," Draco stated, "Okay, our turn."

"Hey, wait just a minute!" I exclaimed, "That's not a very good description. What do you mean non-magical. Are you suggesting that magic is real?"

"Of course," Severus said with a snort, "but you had your question, now it's our turn. Why do you come to London?" I sat for a moment and drummed my fingers on my notebook as I tried to come up with the best way to answer.

"My Dad was from London and I'm here trying to gather information on his past," I stated, "What are you two, magicians?" Severus sneered at the question and Draco appeared to be offended.

"Magicians," Draco sneered, "don't make me laugh. We're proper, pure-blooded wizards. Why did you ask for information on the Weasel and Granger?"

"What? You mean Ronald and Hermione Weasely?" Severus asked, obviously confused by the question.

"My Father mentioned them in his will. Actually he named them my primary guardians if anything should happen to him," I said and then went on to my next question before they attempted to get more information, "What school did you go to Draco?"

"Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry," he answered.

"A ha! That's what the H on the trunk stands for," I said with a grin as I wrote furiously in my notebook.

"What trunk?" Severus asked. Darn, darn, darn, I thought to myself, I really should keep my mouth shut.

"The trunk that I found in my father's storage garage," I replied, "Harry Potter's trunk." There was a long moment of silence before Draco lunged towards me. Severus saw what was coming though and moved in front of him, gently holding him back.

"Harry's your father isn't he!?" Draco exclaimed, "Where is he? What happened to him? Doesn't he know that his friends are worried about him?"

"Draco..." Severus interrupted.

"No Sev, didn't you hear her, her Father had Harry's trunk."

"Yes Draco, I heard," Severus said softly, "But her Father can't be Harry."

Now it was my turn to interrupt, "Why can't he be? I know nothing of my Father's past, he could've changed his name." Severus let out a sigh and pushed Draco back into his chair.

"You said your father passed away, correct?"

"Yes," I said with a slight nod.

"I see Severus," Draco said sadly, "He can't have been Harry then." Now I was really confused.

"Why not?" I asked, "You can't be sure can you?"

"Yes we can," said Severus, "Harry can't be dead."

"What? Why not?"

"Because Harry can't die," Draco added, "It's not possible for him to ever truly die..." His voice trailed off and I got the distinct feeling that I was missing something.

"You mean he's immortal then," I offered.

"No," answered Severus as he ran a hand through his hair, "He can die, but he'll always come back. He could die a thousand times over, or be cut into a million pieces and he'd still live again."

"But how?" Draco just shook his head and stared at his shoes. Severus answered for him.

"We can't answer that because we don't really know." Draco caught me completely off guard with the next question.

"What was your father like?" he asked softly.

"Draco," Severus said quietly, "I don't really think that question is appropriate."

"No, it's okay, I'll answer." I swallowed past the large lump in my throat and continued. "My Father was a very quiet and private man. He was very caring and nice, honest to a fault and he never became emotional. But there was a deep sadness in his eyes, a deep pain that he could never seem to get past. He enjoyed reading and painting and I loved him more than anything in the world."

"He sounded very nice," Draco commented.

"He was," I answered, "but he could also be very cold and unyielding, cunning and sneaky." I stopped and chuckled, lost in my memories for a moment. "He had a knack for turning situations to his advantage, changing the subject without you ever noticing and he could hide things until they were nearly invisible to anyone else."

"It sounds like he was a very intelligent man," Severus commented, "I think I would've liked him." Draco nodded in agreement.

"Yes," I replied, "you remind me a lot of my Father. He was not intelligent though, far from it actually. He was a complete idiot."

"That's not a very nice thing to say about your Father," Draco said with a confused look on his face.

"My Father slit his wrists while taking a bath," I answered back coldly while Draco and Severus shifted nervously in their seats, "How intelligent is that?" There was nothing but silence as I rose from the couch and walked towards the bathroom.