A/N: This chapter does not really serve a great purpose to the story. I used it thinking that I should explain more about Destany's Past and relationship with the Spray's, whom are death eaters and she's a muggle, or maybe more. You don't know. Heck, even I'm not sure at this point (but I think I have made my executive decision…) So really, not a lot happens in this chapter…It's still June 20th and that's all I'm really going to say about this right now. J (Though if I do finish this, it will be three posts todayJ)

Chapter 19

Harry stepped back into his room and frowned. Tom had told him he was ready to help them. He said something about Harry attending the next raid. None of this makes sense. He thought, wishing for the millionth time the fog in his brain would lift so he could see the sky clearly.

There was a knock on his door and he got up to answer it, not knowing who it would be. He opened it and no sooner did he do so, Destany was in his arm, head buried in his shoulder.

He stood frozen for a minute, unsure of what to do. He then hugged her in turn, wondering what made her so upset. After a moment, Destany sniffed and pulled away from him, wiping the tears from her face.

"I'm sorry." She said, sounding almost ashamed of herself.

"No, it's ok." Harry said, pulling her inside gently and closing the door behind him.

"Do you want to talk about it?" He asked. She was silent for a moment. He noticed she was shaking and for a moment, he thought she may burst into tears again. He studied her further and noticed she wasn't shaking from being upset. She was angry. Her hands balled into tight fists gave her away.

"I hate them." She said, her voice dripping with emotion. She was scaring him. She was usually stoic in her emotions. "I hate them so much, but they are all I got." She said.

"What happened?" Harry asked.

"Same old crap. They come home and some days, we are the picture perfect foster family. Then other days…they come home and my very existence is a nuisance. I mean, they told me it was my fault my other foster parents died. They were hit head on by a friggen drunk driver! How the hell is that my fault? And this is my favorite, I'm the reason my mom gave me up. She knew I would be a screw up from day one." She said and looked more and angrier than Harry had ever seen anyone. It scared him, and he had no idea what to say. What are you even supposed to? Harry wondered.

"I'm sure you're not a screw up." Harry said, knowing how lame it had to sound.

"Thanks." She said. "It means a lot to hear someone say it." She looked down at the ground. "It does make me wonder if they're right. I mean what kind of mother gives up their child to total strangers?"

"Maybe it was for the best. Maybe she didn't have the means to take care of you properly and felt you would be better off somewhere else." Harry said. Destany looked at him. "I'm not saying it to make an excuse. I'm just saying, maybe that was her reason. Maybe something else happened." He added.

She nodded. "Maybe you're right." She said finally and silence over came them. It wasn't a completely uncomfortable silence, but it was silence none the less.

"I'm sorry. I'm such a wreck. The last thing you needed as my problems. I just had to leave that place…I could barely contain myself from doing something violent and that scared me." She said, finally breaking the silence.

"It's ok. I'm here anytime you need me to be. Besides, I know the world isn't perfect-"

"It's not?" Destany asked, acting much like a small child who learned that Santa Claus wasn't real. (I apologize to those who believe Santa is still real, just ignore it). Harry laughed and she smiled a small smile.

"My point was, it's nice to hear about someone else's problems."

She nodded in understanding and they were silent again.

"So, what about you? How's it coming on the memory front?" She asked.

"Same. The longer I'm here, the more…off it seems. It's almost like…I don't know I should be somewhere else." Harry said and frowned.

"Maybe, if you keep trying to remember…you won't." She said.

"Hu?" Harry asked, not understanding the logic.

"Reverse Psychology." Destany said simply and laughed at Harry's stumped face. "At my school, I took a psychology class. There's a theory about mind over matter, if you say you're not going to be able to do something you generally can't, and if you brag about doing stuff the best you turn out to be the worst. Anyway, there were studies shown that if you try too hard at something, you generally can't do it. So, you're trying and trying to remember and you can't. So, try not to remember. Don't think about it so much, and maybe you will remember." She explained, her blue eyes sparking with the satisfaction of being right.

"So, how do you propose we do this?" Harry asked. Destany grinned evilly and Harry watched her as she approached the bed.

"Like this…" She said and grabbed a pillow off the bed and hit him with it. "I hereby challenge thee to a pillow fight."

"Challenge accepted." Harry said and ran to the bed quickly to grab the other pillow.