I was thinking of killing off one of our girls. Let me know what you think.

Luna

Susan

Bellatrix

Tonks

Harry

Sorry for any confusion about the above.

Chapter: Three

Harry scowled at Bellatrix and Luna, that had really hurt. "You guys did that on purpose." Harry muttered sullenly. Luna just grinned at him while Bellatrix watched him with guarded eyes and a blank face. Nodding stiffly to Harry Bellatrix walked out of the room.

"Sirius." Harry said softly as he watched her go. He should be angry, right down livid even! But all he felt was pity. Did they do what they did to all prisoners? What about Azkaban? Harry shuddered as he thought of his godfather having to stand dementors and sadistic Aurors ...but he also thought of Bellatrix.

Turning his head away from the door Bellatrix just exited he glared at Luna. "You enjoy seeing me in pain don't you?"

"Of course not. It's just really, really necessary in a time like this." Luna said nodding sagely.

"Right." Harry muttered. "What's Bellatrix LeStrange doing here?" He continued quizzically.

"She brought you here. You weren't looking good at all. Such a mess..." She trailed off before she started to hum.

Harry nodded distractedly, he still hurt. Why did they send me there? What's Dumbledore playing at? Harry thought as he frowned with brow scrunched up.

"Click."

Bellatrix came back caring a small tray with two pieces of toast that instantly made Harry's stomach ache and a glass of water that made his tongue stick to the roof of his mouth. Silently she handed him the tray, not looking him in the eyes.

Did Harry ever mention how he loved awkward situations?

"I can't eat anything." Harry said softly as he took the glass of water.

"You're going to have to at some point." Bellatrix stated warily.

"Yes, just not now." Harry said after he took a sip.

Bellatrix sighed, if she remembered correctly Lily Evans had been the same unto her dying day; always with the dry wit. But she supposed she could see what Potter had liked in Evans. They both held the air of being untouchable...making the chase more worth it.

Bellatrix inwardly winced at her thoughts. That was bad, hell the situation was very wrong.

"So how are you feeling?" Bellatrix asked indifferently, trying to keep the emotion out of her voice.

"Like I've been hit with Knight Bus a couple of time." Harry groaned, going with a strategy he knew best: avoid the problem.

"I can just imagine." Bellatrix said smirking.

Stupid girl.

Bellatrix, now having experience in ignoring voices, barely blinked but Harry winced. She peered at him curiously, could he hear the voices too? But if he could hear them...

Was he connected?

Tonks rummaged through the Black's library. For all their boasting on having the best selections on all branches of magic, they didn't have damned thing on prophetic meanings of Latin and higher magics.

"Book of Morpheus. Hmm, sounds promising." Tonks muttered to herself. "Lets see, is there an index? Nope, no index. Goddamn it."

Tonks slammed the small but thick text that looked worn around the edges on the table. Thinking of no time better than the present Tonks roughly reopened the book. There may be no index but there was a chapter selection.

Triumph once again, Tonks flipped through the pages until she came to a chapter that read: Vox ab Acies.

"Blah...strong magic...yada ya...mind link...USELESS!" Tonks tossed the ancient and useless (at least to her eyes) tome across her shoulder as if it was nothing but mere trash.

Deciding, she really didn't want to know (and the world has just spontaneously combusted) she journeyed to the far depths of the house to...Hermione's room.

"That girl's got to have something in there." Tonks groaned to herself as she picked the snake's room open.

Tonks grinned gleefully as she took in the sight of Hermione's very, very organized room. Absently, she wondered if Hermione would have a heart attack if she created a mess and ripped out the pages in every single book.

Bouncing on the balls of her feet she decided to start with Hermione's trunk.

1 hour, 13 minutes, 4 seconds later
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"

Ron choked in surprise as the anguish cry ripped through out the house. Pounding his chest with one fist, he tried to hack up a lung. He tried to dislodge the "borrowed" chocolate frog he had "asked" Harry for from his throat.

Hey, what were friends for if you couldn't take advantage of them when they're slightly possessed? Okay so what he did wasn't morally right. But! In the long run it really hurt Voldemort, after all he was the one that got tricked.

Ron blinked. He was going to buy Harry something nice for Christmas. He didn't know if he could stand the twisted logic his mind spouted. Karma - it gets everyone.

Harry silently wondered if he should bash his head in now. Girls, it seemed no matter where they were or what the age they still traveled in packs. Harry nodded darkly to Luna's father, Tobias. No matter where Harry looked he couldn't find them! They were avoiding him, he knew it.

"You know, they probably trying to figure out what's been happening at the Ministry." Tobias informed Harry as he sipped his coffee.

Harry paused to consider this. A former Death Eater now turned mass murder just escaped from Ministry's holding cells with the "insane and suicidal" Boy-Who-Lived. Harry smiled sheepishly, you don't make it as far as he had without being a teensy bit paranoid.

"Right." Harry coughed slight into his fist.

"Mhmm." Tobias nodded at him. "So, Mr. Potter do you have any idea why my daughter has decided to house two of the most wanted criminals within England?"

"Most wanted in only England?" Harry asked his face screwed up as if Snape was in frilly pink dress.

"Bulrigra (sorry for misspelling I'll fix soon) , France, Spain, the States, are just among the few who would welcome you with open arms. So, my daughter?"

"Huh, right, well...I have no clue. Honestly I think Bella...trix brought me here. Why? I have no idea." Harry replied.

"I don't suppose you will until Luna wants to tell you."

"Why do you say that?"

"My daughter sees things others don't. She sees the bigger picture." Tobias said proudly but then add more quietly. "Just like her mother."

Harry sat quietly, just thinking. Luna was pretty special, ready to believe and trust. And Harry doubted she got into Ravenclaw if she was as crazy people said.

"As long as we believe it's real, it's real." Harry said softly, his eyes widening dramatically as the depth of his words caught up with him.

"Mmhh, maybe you're right." Tobias said thoughtfully as he mentally gave Harry a passing grade. Hey, he was father first.

Susan Daisy Bones a prime example of a Hufflepuff, was glaring at her Aunt. For a any other teenager this wouldn't have been as weird expect the fact Susan's Aunt was Head Auror. And let me tell ya, you don't get that fancy title sitting on your butt all day.

How someone could knowingly allow such torture was beyond Susan. Her Aunt's favorite Aurors - Tonks, Shackbolt, and the retired Moody were just standing in the small integration room. On the table where Susan and Amelia Bones sat were two piles. Statements taken from Harry Potter's relatives and details taken from various classmates and all information they could find (meaning everything the Head of the Black family didn't destroy 20 years ago) on Bellatrix Kaili Black.

In short Susan felt as though her entire world had collapsed underneath her. Hey, girl. Susan whirled around, her eyes wide like a frightened doe's. Want to tell me what's going on? Susan shook her head frantically, her golden locks flying all over the place.

Amelia Bones is being held and interrogated under the suspicious well being of both Harry Potter and Bellatrix Black - LeStrange.

Susan flew out of her chair, glancing fearfully at the curious expressions she was receiving.

Meaning...

Bones is going down for twenty years, for knowing how Harry was innocent and driving Black - LeStrange insane. Seems Aurors were ordered by their superiors to make their lives hell.

Superiors?

Fudge, Dumbledore, Umbridge, just to name a few.

Dumbledore...how interesting. I thank you. If I may inquire, who are you?

Her name was once Deianeira. Once a very long time ago.

...Tonks...

Susan gasped and turned fearfully towards the Auror who was calmly standing next to her Aunt. The voices were real and they were angry. Susan whimpered as she curled on floor, hugging her knees to her chest. Dimly she felt everything go numb before she could only look into the violet tale-tell eyes of a Black peer into her own. Susan screamed.

LEAVE ME ALONE!

Luna smiled happily as she saw Med-Witches carry Susan out on a stretcher. It wasn't nice to disrespect Deianeira and Tutela. They could get mean, and quickly. One big, happy family, she thought humming, her eyes glowing with keen intelligence.

For Garm had been keeping his old friend Cassandra well informed.

Harry blinked in confusion. Okay, so hearing voices in his head was pretty normal (especially now days) but those voices never had names (not including Voldemort). And if he really thought about it that particular voice did sound a little bit like Tonks...

Harry scowled at the kitchen table where Tobias was still talking about...something. Those voices were driving him batters. One seemed to be on the verge of suicide, one ready to commit murder, and two along for the ride. 'Maybe I should right lay in the middle of a highway. It would sort out all these problems,' Harry thought sourly.

I was thinking of killing off one of our girls. Let me know what you think. - Just incase you didn't read the top note.