Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Harry Potter characters. All I own is my original characters and settings that will come up later is the story.

I am rewriting/adding parts of this story to improve it and get rid of inconsistencies. If you see any let me know. Tell me if it's improved if you've read it before. And if you're a 'virgin', so to speak, just drop a line and tell me how it's going.

I'm going to make a calendar and post it on my website to explain the time duration of all this. There are days in between some of the chapters that explain Harry's changing behavior. As time goes by he's adjusting to his environment. I'll post a note when it's up. It might take some time.

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Cali groaned and flipped herself onto her stomach. "Ugh. What time is it?"

"Two. You were really conked out." Harry brushed the hair off her face. "Feeling more awake now?"

Cali sat up and stretched her arms over her head. "Aren't you supposed to be the one making up sleep? How long have you been up?"

Harry laughed and smoothed her hair down. "Yes. And I did. Best night's sleep I've had in years. I woke up and wasn't tired anymore." He gestured at the TV. "I've been watching this movie. I can't understand why people keep breaking out in song."

Cali looked over at the screen and laughed. "It's a musical. It's like a movie only they sing too."

Harry frowned. "Oh." He shrugged. "I like it. I don't exactly understand it, but I like it."

Cali lay back down and snuggled into the pillow. "What is it?"

Harry reached over her and grabbed a candy bar off the table. "RENT. I get the part where they don't have enough money to pay for their flat, but I think there's a, what did you call it, a secondary plot line that I'm missing."

Cali yawned. "You're going to rot your teeth." She pulled the candy out of his hand, broke off the end, and popped it in her mouth. "The whole AZT thing?"

He grabbed the chocolate back. "Yeah."

Cali pulled herself up to sit against the arm of the couch. "AZT is a drug used to treat a disease called AIDS. The disease destroys your immune system."

I wonder if wizards can cure it. "And they all have it?"

Cali ran her hands through her hair and shook them to poof it up. "Not all. A lot of them do though."

Harry balanced on the back of the couch and watched her contort around as she tried to go back to sleep and wake up at the same time. "So not only are they fighting with Benny but with disease?"

She rolled off the couch and landed on her hands and knees on the floor. "Exactly." She dropped onto her back and took a can of pop out of the cooler.

"I understand." Harry slid back onto the couch and pulled his knees to his chest. "I like the songs."

Cali popped the tab and gulped half the can. She smacked her lips together. "Yum. Caffeine. Which is your favorite?"

My favorite caffeine? Harry smiled. "The--the life support song. So far."

Cali smiled and nodded. "That's one of my favorites too." She glanced at the clock. "We should start researching to find this spell so we have something tangible when they get here. You chill here and I'll grab some books from the library."

"Ok." Harry watched her force herself to her feet and weave her way through the piles of candy strewn about the floor.

The movie ended with a flourish. "That was great. Sad, but great." Harry dumped another book on the floor

Cali dragged her finger down the page and sighed. "Did you compile a mental list of your favorite songs?"

Harry picked up the nearest book. 'One hundred ways to mess with the heads of your coworkers.' How charming. "Why?"

Cali pushed back from the table and hopped over to the bookshelves. "I have the soundtrack."

'How to convince your boss that he's a chicken.' "The what?"

Plastic clicked together as Cali sorted through a stack of compact discs. "The soundtrack. It's all the songs from the movie."

Harry grinned. "Great! Can we listen to any of them?"

"Yep. And with this handy dandy controller," Cali dangled the remote between two fingers, "we can listen to them in any order and even repeat one song over and over again until you know all the words."

Harry stretched out his back. "What about the song in the life café?"

"Bohemia. Nice choice." Cali hit the buttons and the song started. "And indefinite repeat it is. Now let's get back to work." She hopped over to the table and flopped onto the floor.

The tiled hallway came into focus, filled with all those who had insisted on coming to retrieve Potter.

"Where are we?" Mrs. Weasley twisted her ring around her finger, staying close to her husband.

"Exactly where we are meant to be." Severus clenched his teeth. The last thing he needed was to have these people know about Biara.

"Severus." Biara walked out of the stairwell. "I see you've brought quite an entourage with you. Planning to take the boy by force?"

"And have you lord it over my head for the next fifty years? Do I look foolish? They insisted they come." He crossed his arms over his chest. She would not make him appear nice in front of these people.

"How is Harry?" Mrs. Weasley held onto her husband's arm.

Biara scratched her fingernails together. It was her nervous habit. Something is wrong. "He's doing much better."

She's lying, or at least hiding something. "Better? Better than what? You said he refused to talk or eat." Her lips thinned as he spoke. "Or do we consider better no longer attacking random people?"

Biara poked her finger into his chest. "Severus, magic or no magic I will beat the bloody crap out of you if you take that tone with me."

The Weasley's and Lupin looked stunned. How dare she make him appear--

Professor Dumbledore smiled. "Biara my dear you haven't changed a bit."

Biara's face softened. She walked over and took his hands. "Hello Albus. It's wonderful to see you again."

He put an arm around her shoulders. "And how are your little ones?"

Biara sighed and shook her head. "Well Lila is still stuck in her mind phase while Morganna has become, well in her own words, uberpowerful." She laughed. "Perhaps some bloodlines shouldn't be mixed."

Dumbledore inclined his head. "I see."

Biara smiled and shrugged. "Who would have thought? But they are doing wonderful. Morganna has been introducing Harry to the wonders of the muggle world."

Severus snorted. "He grew up with muggles."

Biara glared at him. "English muggles Severus. And undesirable ones at that from what I can tell. There's quite a difference."

Damn her. If she kept talking like that everyone would know that they weren't in England. She was going to get herself killed. "It makes no difference. Where is Potter? We'll collect him and be on our way."

Biara walked toward him. "He doesn't wish to leave. And he's improving."

She is too stubborn for her own good. "You said you didn't think you could do anything to help him."

She scowled. "And it turns out I can't. But Cali is currently trying to reverse the spell responsible for Harry's actions."

Mrs. Weasley jumped in. "What kind of spell?"

Biara waved her arm dismissively. "Damned if I know. But Cali knows more about these things than I do. God knows I can't get that child to stop studying everything there is to know about magic."

"Where are they?" Professor Dumbledore sounded worried.

"The lounge. This way." They all followed her down the hallway. She opened a double set of French doors. The floor was strewn with books and candy wrappers.

Potter was flipping through a book while humming along to the song playing in the room. "This book's useless, but if I ever want to eat slugs I know where to find about fifty recipes." He leaned back against the chair, closed his eyes and started singing. "We raise our glass, you bet your ass to, La Vie Boheme." He jumped up and started dancing around. He shook his hips from side to side and continued singing. "Hating dear old Mom and Dad." Dear Merlin.

The girl on the floor continued looking through the three books in front of her while singing other parts of the song.

"Mucho masturbation." Potter flopped down on the couch. "To blow off Auntie Em."

"I can't believe you learned this whole song." She glanced toward the wall and giggled. "Never mind. It's been six hours."

Potter didn't stop singing.

The song ended abruptly as Biara hit a button on the device on the bookshelf. "We have visitors you two."

Potter froze and sat up slowly, facing the other wall. He stood and slowly turned around. "Mrs. Weasley!" He ran over and threw himself into her arms.

She wrapped her arms around him. "Harry! Oh Merlin, are you all right?"

Potter didn't let go of her. "No, but I'll be better once we break this stupid spell."

She pulled back and smoothed down his hair. Like anything would help that rat's nest.

Dumbledore didn't take his eyes off the boy. "What spell?"

Potter pulled away and turned to face Professor Dumbledore. "I don't know. That's Cali's job." He walked back over to the couch.

Cali dropped a book to the floor. "Not that one."

Dumbledore moved forward and picked up the book on the top of one of the many piles thrown around the room. 'Spells to spin lies.' What a bloody waste of a book. "You don't know what spell it is?"

She shrugged. "Nope. Just that it was cast from inside his head, but damned if I know how anyone managed that one."

Arthur cleared his throat. "How do you know that there is a spell on him, and that it was cast from inside his head?"

Cali turned the page and didn't even turn to see whom she was talking to. "Revelation spell."

Arthur moved closer to his wife. "I've never heard of it."

Cali pushed off the floor and sat next to Harry. "Well you wouldn't have. I wrote it."

Mrs. Weasley looked like her eyes were going to fall out of her head. "You- -wrote it?"

"Yeah. Part of a scavenger hunt. We had to figure out which item had a spell cast on it and I didn't feel like going through a bunch of long boring tests." Cali's hand paused in its trek down the page. "Oh my God! This is it! Cavarian. The caster can use it to implant dreams."

"How do we reverse it?" Potter leaned in.

She smacked her palm against her leg. "But this says that the dreams are totally fake. I mean they're distinguishable. Which makes sense if you think about it. No one else can know exactly how you perceive the outside world. But if they were in your head, they could use your own perceptions. Make it more of a memory than a dream."

Potter dropped back into the couch. "And fucking terrifying."

Cali smacked his arm. "Harry! You're picking up my foul language. I'm truly proud."

"Morganna!" Biara's eyes jumped between the visitors. She doesn't care that he said that, she cares that we heard it. Something is most definitely going on here.

Cali draped her arm over Potter's shoulders. "Come on Mom. Let me corrupt the boy. It'll be a fun ride."

Biara's eyes flashed and Cali pulled back her arm. "Morganna, can you reverse the spell?"

Cali chewed on her lip and kept her eyes on the book. "Well, no. Not exactly. The reversal pulls out the stuff that doesn't fit. But all the stuff in his head will appear to fit. You'd need to get in the same way whoever cast it did."

Potter kicked over a pile of books. "And we don't know how they got in."

The pile of books restacked itself. Cali knocked her shoulder against Potter's. "Come on Harry. Someone invades your mind. How can you miss that?"

"Voldemort." Professor Dumbledore walked toward the couch. "In the ministry."

Potter looked at the floor. "Oh. Oh!"

Cali smacked her forehead. "Oh, he says. What exactly happened in the ministry with Voldemort?"

Potter shrugged. "He possessed me and tried to get Dumbledore to kill me."

Mrs. Weasley gasped and clapped her hand over her mouth. Apparently Dumbledore hadn't revealed everything that had happened.

Cali laughed. "And this just slipped your mind?"

Potter crossed his arms over his chest. "I was trying to repress it all thank you very much."

Cali sighed and got to her feet. "So I just need to posses you and screw with your mind."

Severus stepped forward. "And you believe that it is so easy to possess someone and 'screw' with their mind as you say?" Uberpowerful Biara said. What exactly did she mean?

Her eyes nearly crackled with power. "I know it is Severus Snape. Maybe you don't have the power to do it, but that doesn't mean that I don't." She glared at him and collapsed onto the couch.

"Cali!" Biara rushed over. "Oh my God."

"Mom I'm fine." Potter stared at his hands and giggled. Giggled? "Weird."

"Harry?" Biara took a step toward him.

Potter spun in a circle then jumped from one foot to the other. "Yeah. He's here too." He smiled. "This boy really needs to eat. He weighs like nothing." Merlin! She did it. She possessed him, and with no visible preparation. As if it were a simple levitation spell. Potter shrugged. "I'll just find the problem and hop out before his consciousness realizes something happened and starts to fight back. I just have to--whoa. Oh my God."

Biara moved toward him again. "Cali?"

Potter--or Cali--was nearly to the point of hyperventilating. What if it's too much of a strain on her body or his? They'd both-- "He didn't- -he just said- -I have to get rid of this."

Potter sat on the couch. His eyes fluttered shut and he collapsed against Cali.

Professor Dumbledore wrapped his arms around Biara who had surged forward. "Wait. If you interrupt her you could kill them both."

Both Cali and Potter opened their eyes, gasping.

Potter jumped up. "Give a boy some warning next time!"

She shook her head. "Sorry. I think I fixed it." She flexed her fingers and shook her arms.

Potter closed his eyes. "I remember it, but it's kind of hazy, like an actual dream." He threw his arms around her. "You are the best person ever."

Her smile was so big that it looked like it hurt. "I know, but it's nice to be reminded."

Biara walked around the couch, grabbed Cali, and pulled her into her arms. "Never do that to me again."

She cringed and wrapped her arms around Biara. "Sorry Mom. But it's better now, so he doesn't have to leave, right?"

Biara sighed and brushed Cali's hair out of her face. "That's not up to me."

Cali slowly pulled away and walked over to Dumbledore. "Can he stay?"

Dumbledore looked down at her, and then looked over at Potter. "What do you want to do Harry?"

Potter turned and he blinked like a brain-addled idiot. "I get to decide?"

Dumbledore smiled slightly and nodded. "Yes Harry. I believe you will be as safe here as anywhere else. You can choose where you'd like to stay."

"Score! I'm staying. Here, right here." He and Cali ran together and jumped up and down.

Something happened between them. They are too close too quickly. But then she did not seem surprised about Voldemort--Biara said they did not know about Voldemort. Severus narrowed his eyes. He told her. He told her everything. His hands curled into fists. That boy has painted her as a target. Damn him!

Cali hugged him. "I get to keep my English wizard!" She squealed. "Oh! Do you want to take classes? Dad's teaching us how to make apple juice without using any apples."

Biara laid her hand on Cali's shoulder. "Cali, you're jumping ahead of yourself. Calm down."

"I can't. Everything's swimming." She grabbed her stomach. "I think I'm going to puke." She disappeared.

Potter jumped back. "What happened?"

Biara pressed her hands to her mouth. "Spell sickness. Too much power too quickly. It overloads your system."

Mrs. Weasley looked around the room. "Where did she go? Is she going to be all right?"

Biara sighed and rubbed her temples. "Yes. It's just an imbalance. She used too much of her internal magic and the natural magic overcompensated. She'll be fine in a few hours." Her eyes locked on the point where Cali had disappeared. "And maybe she'll remember this later."

"Momma?" A little girl in a blue dress wandered through the door clutching a stuffed dog to her chest.

Biara put her hands on her hips but she was smiling. "Lila, you're supposed to be napping."

The girl shook her head. "Not tiward." She walked toward him. "Hewo." She smiled. She was missing one of her bottom teeth. "You're in da pictwers wight? Da funny ones dat move?" She set her stuffed dog on the floor and lifted her arms toward him, opening and closing her hands. "Up?"

He leaned down and picked her up. "Hello?"

Lila pressed her hand to her mouth as she giggled. "You talks funny."

"Do I?"

More giggles. "Yep. Like Momma does sometimes." She leaned her head on his shoulder. "Bad man very mad. Mean stick hurt you. Shoulda gone to da right, not da left." She pressed her lips to his ear. "Don't go left Uncle Severus." She kissed his cheek. "Tiward now."

"Come here honey. We'll get you back to bed." Biara lifted Lila out of his arms. "You'll be okay Harry?"

Potter bit his lip before taking a deep breath and nodding. "Yeah. I'll be fine."

She walked out of the room, bouncing Lila on her hip.

Potter shifted from foot to foot looking everywhere in the room except where they stood.

Dumbledore walked over and squeezed Potter's shoulder. "Be careful Harry. Everything is changing."

Potter chewed on his lip. "I know."

Dumbledore turned to the group. "I believe it is time for us to depart."

Mrs. Weasley wrapped Potter in her arms. "Take care Harry."

He smiled as he squeezed back. "I will."

Mr. Weasley clapped him on the back.

Lupin turned and followed Mr. Weasley out of the room.

Potter sat on the couch, staring at Lupin's back. His hands shook.

He turned to follow them.

"Sn--Professor."

He turned back to Potter.

Potter wrapped his arms around himself and forced his green eyes to meet his. "I--I'm sorry. For, you know, attacking you."

Oh. How wonderful. He's sorry he attacked me. He held back a sigh. Then again his father wouldn't bother to do that much. "It's in the past."

Potter sniffed and glanced away. "And for everything else."

He's--what? "Everything else?"

Potter took a deep breath and turned back to him. "Everything I ever did or ever will do that was stupid, irresponsible, or disrespectful."

He's--he just-- He kept his head up. "That's quite the extensive apology. Why are you telling me this?"

"Because you're the only one that ever told me the truth. About my father. What he was really like." Potter stood, turned, and walked out the doors on the opposite side of the room.

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