A/N: I just want to say that I love this chapter. I also want to state that I do not own the song Missing. It belongs to the band Evanescence and Amy Lee. Also noting, because I don't think I did it at all, I do not own any of the Harry Potter characters. I do own only those characters you do not recognize (Destany, who you will see in this chapter, is one of the one's I own, and I believe that is the only one anyway). Now, if you by any chance HAVE the origins cd Evanescence released, I recommend reading this chapter with Missing playing in the background after the dream sequence and during the dream sequence play Fields of Innocence. I had those songs stuck in my mind when I wrote it. I did insert part of the lyrics, if you want to read more, let me know and I'll link you to a lyrics site I found them on.

Chapter 14: Missing (still June 12)

Dream Sequence

It was a warm spring day. The sky was perfect light blue with a few fluffy white clouds dotting the sky. The sun was warm on the child, but he didn't care. He was free to roam outside and all that mattered to him was in that moment.

To the three year old, the world was as large as the whole universe was to a single star. A time when society's demands do not easily affect the happiness of a child. Young and ignorant to what is going on around him in the world. All that mattered was the sun on his skin and the wind on his face.

"Harry," A female voice called. The voice was as familiar to him as the sky being blue and the grass being green.

He turned and watched as she approached. He red hair shined as the sun hit on it. She had bright emerald green eyes and a smile on her face.

"Mommy?"

End of Sequence

Harry woke up from the dream. He hadn't even remembered falling asleep. Draco had left a short while ago and he had gone back to his book. He sat up on his bed and yawned. He automatically reached to the bedside table for his glasses and realized he had slept with them on.

He got out of the bed and stretched, pulling himself out of the post sleep fog. He went to the mirror in the bathroom to try and tame his wild hair which was even wilder than normal from sleep. He silently cursed whoever gave him is hair. If that woman in his dream really was his mother, than that would probably mean he should thank his father next time he saw him. If he saw him. Harry frowned slightly and shook his head. I can't think about this now. Harry thought and went to leave the room. After all, Tom had given him permission to roam the house if he wanted. And now, he was determined to do so. He was sick of being in that room.

He stepped into the hall and closed the door behind him. He began just walking aimlessly and found that the place really wasn't as big as he once thought. It just was gave an illusion of greatness with so many hidden hallways. As he found a new wing, he heard a voice quietly humming, almost as if it was the melody of a song. He strained his ears to figure out where the humming was coming from. He was able to determine it was female. He then heard the voice begin to sing.

"…and barely conscious you'll say to no one

Isn't something missing?

Isn't someone missing me?"

Harry figured out where the voice was coming from and paused outside the door, listening to the lyrics the girl sang.

"You won't cry for my absence I know-

You forgot me long ago.

Am I that unimportant…?

Am I so insignificant?

Isn't something missing?

Isn't someone missing me?

Even thought I'd be sacrificed,

You won't cry for me not now.

Though I'd die to know you love me,

I'm all alone…

Isn't someone missing me?"

Harry opened the door and saw her. She was short and had her back turned to him. She had long medium brown hair that waved slightly. She turned around, her hair whipping around her as if it were tracing her aura. She had dark blue eyes that reminded him of the ocean on a stormy day.

"What are you doing?" She demanded. "You don't just…sneak up on someone." Harry noticed her accent was different from everyone else. Everyone around here seemed to have the same kind of accent. Hers was different. He didn't know how to describe it, but she rushed her words more and was slightly louder.

"I'm sorry. I just heard you singing and"

"And you thought you'd scare the begezus out of me?"

"NO. You sing beautifully." Harry commented.

"No I don't." She insisted, blushing slightly. "That was way off key."

"It sounded great to me. Better than I could do." He said. She gave him a small smile.

"Well, I don't think we've ever been introduced." She said and held out her hand "My name is Destany. Most people call me Des or Dessie, for short."

Harry stared at her outstretched hand for a second and took it, not really knowing what to expect and said "I'm Harry." He noticed she shook his hand and let go, looking at him oddly.

"Where you afraid I'm going to bite?" Destany asked.

"No, it's just that"

"That you don't like touching people?" She asked.

"NO! I'm sorry; I didn't really know what you wanted. I have amnesia."

"Very likely excuse. Like I haven't heard that line before. 'Gee, I have amnesia and can't remember my phone number…can I have yours?'" She mimicked, rolling her eyes.

"NO, I seriously have amnesia." Harry said. She stopped and studied him for a moment and he saw her eyes widen.

"Oh my gosh, I am so sorry" She said, and added "I thought for a second that"

"I was attempting to make a pass?" Harry finished.

"I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to hurt your feelings or anything if I did." She said, sounding generally sincere.

"No, it's refreshing to have someone who doesn't really know everything about me." Harry said, and she smiled. "By the way, that song you sang earlier, did you write it?" Harry asked.

"No I didn't write it. Amy Lee did."

"Amy Lee?"

"Yeah, she's the lead singer and song writer for the rock band Evanescence. It just describes how I feel a lot." She admitted and Harry nodded in understanding.

"So, how did you end up here?" Destany asked and added quickly "You don't have to answer if you don't want to."

"No, it's ok. Your song captured my thoughts exactly. I don't really know how I got here. I'm told that I was in an accident and the result was my memory was somehow temporarily forgotten."

"Hm." She said, looking skeptical.

"What?"

"Nothing. Forget it." She said.

"So, what's your story? How'd you end up here?"

"The full text version or the summary?" She asked.

"How about whatever you want to share." Harry said, and she sighted.

"OK, well I was born in America, and I assume I had American parents. I'm told I was put up for adoption not even a year after my birth. I was in and out of foster homes for most of my life. When I was eight, I was actually adopted by a woman. She was excited to have me because she couldn't have children and I was like her daughter she could never have. It was a good time. But two years later, she and her fiancé were killed in a car accident. I was there with them and I walked away practically unscathed. She had a sister and I have been living with them since. "Destany explained.

"So, you're not in on any of this wizard stuff?"

"I don't know. I never received the letter, but then again, I moved around so often, they probably didn't know where to reach me." Destany answered.

"I'm sorry." Harry said, feeling bad for the girl. She shrugged.

"Don't be." She answered. "You get used to it."

Harry took a moment to study her fully. Facing him, the blue eyes had a hint of sadness behind them. He understood what it was. It was from the loss and the pain. He noticed she was not dressed in the robes that everyone else wore. She wore black baggy cargo pants and black shoes which he suspected were a sort of boot with a heel to add a couple of inches to her height. She wore a black sweatshirt with hamsters on it in hamster balls that said 'Rollin with Tha Homies' on it. He suspected that her tough attitude was a defense mechanism. The same with her earlier sarcasm.

"What, do I have something sprouting from my head?" She asked, her hands going up and running over the top of her head.

"Oh, sorry, no." He said, and felt sheepish. "So, what is there to do around here?" Harry asked.

"To tell you the truth, not a lot. But I'm sure we could stir up some trouble if you wanted to." She stated.

"I just wanted to check the place out." Harry admitted. Destany frowned for a moment. Then she looked up, her face brightly lit as a light bulb.

"I know jus the thing. Come on!" She encouraged and the two left the room, Destany leading the way.