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"Blah" Parseltongue [This will change

Almost every night, he was pulled into Limbo, and he had spoken with Harry about everything. Draco now knew things about Harry that he doubted many other people knew. Harry had a mother that did not give birth to him, he himself was able to bear children, and he hated humans, but loved them so much more.

Draco didn't understand that. He'd asked Harry about it and the other boy told him that he hated humanity for a simple reason: he couldn't hate them more then he could love them.

"What are you thinking about?"

"Don't you know?"

"Yes, but I'd rather you talk to me."

"Can you do that out of here?"

"Do what?"

"Read people's minds."

"A little. It depends on a lot of things."

"Like what?" Draco looked up at him and was gifted with that smile. There was something…unsettling about that smile. Mocking, always mocking, and bitter.

Harry didn't answer his question. Instead he became interested in a snake that appeared at Draco's feet.

"Hello." Harry had done this a few times around him. He'd see a snake, most likely one he wanted there, and he'd talk to it. In this Limbo, it was almost as if Draco understood what he was saying. But just in feelings.

"Hello, Beloved of Thantos." He knew the snake addressed Harry by a term that had to do with Thantos, because the Demi-god's name felt cold.

"We noticed that we no longer have to sing you to sleep. Is there any particular reason why?" That had to do with sleep, Draco knew that because one of the words felt…sleepy. That was the only way to describe it.

"Some one is singing me lullabies on the other side." That had to do with singing. Draco could tell because for a split second he could hear Harry's singing. And after that exchange the snake simply vanished.

"Draco, Luna is there, right?"

"Yes."

"She knows many old lullabies."

"Like what?"

"Names no one now remembers, lyrics long forgotten, but the melody strong and clear. She seems like Ginny."

Draco was confused. Luna seemed like Ginny…? Their conversations often went like this, and most of the time Harry wanted Draco to ask a question in a certain way or think about something different than he might otherwise.

Harry told Draco things for reasons. Why was he telling Draco this?

"Seems like Ginny how?"

"Like how Arthur seems like Molly."

How Arthur seems like…wait. They're married, why would Luna seem like Ginny in that manner? They aren't married.

"Arthur and Molly aren't just married Draco. Luna seems like Ginny in the same way Lucius seems like Severus." That smile was back on his face.

Like Father seems like…wait.

"Are you telling me they are lovers?"

"Very good Draco."

"Why tell me that?"

"Because something is going to happen today, when you awaken, that involves that information. I didn't want you to be startled."

"I know you are a Seer, so I have to ask: why the hell is your Divination score so low?"

"What is a Seer but a word?" Harry placed a kiss to Draco's cheek.

Draco's eyes opened. At first he was a bit disorganized, as one is when first awakening. Then he was annoyed.

"You didn't answer my bloody question!" He shouted into the silence of his room.

"Who didn't answer your question?" An amused voice sounded from the direction of his door. It was Severus.

"Ah, nobody. I was dreaming." Draco moved out of his bed to go to his closet to look for some clothes. Luna is like Ginny like his Father is like Severus…How did Harry know that?

"Sev, do you think a lot of people know about your relationship with Father?" Which shirt would look good with these pants…?

"I should hope not, otherwise that would make things a lot more difficult then they are. We'd be in even more danger if that were the case." Blue or green? Which color…?

Luna ran her fingers through Harry's hair, as she hummed a lullaby under her breath. Ginny was sitting across from them on another couch doing her homework. She was so beautiful, like a Thestral basking in the moonlight. Luna wondered how she'd look unclothed. Would her beauty surpass the stars? How would Ginny look writhing underneath her, or above her panting?

"Luna, you're bright red. What are you thinking about?" Ginny's amused voice floated over to her. Luna could feel her face getting redder. Ginny was suddenly next to her.

"Thinking about me, by chance?" Ginny pressed closer to Luna, so her perfect breasts were lightly pressed against her arm.

Luna thought about these things because the two of them had yet to have sex. They had been intimate with each other, sure, but they hadn't had sex.

It was Harry that convinced them that they weren't ready for sex. He had told them that they would be ready when they both could have a conversation, together, about it without blushing. The two of them had thought that sex was the most passionate act of love; but Harry had told them different. He told them the most passionate act of love was speech. Talking about your viewpoints, likes, dislikes, fears, quirks, everything. That was passion; that was love.

Luna turned to look at Ginny, leaning in to gently brush their lips together.

The door opened at that moment to emit Draco Malfoy and Severus Snape who both froze at seeing the two girls.

Draco supposed that this was what Harry had meant. The two girls broke apart hastily, a light blush taking over their features. Severus ignored them, merely walking over to check on Harry. After dubbing him fine, he walked out.

"Hello Draco."

"Hi."

"You can't tell my parents about this, or my family, or anyone!" Draco arched an eyebrow at Ginny, who opened her mouth to say more.

"One has to wonder if you are, perhaps, ashamed by your sexuality and girlfriend."

"No! It's not like that!"

"Then what is it like? Because that's what it looks like from this angle." Draco wasn't trying to be mean this time. He was genially curious. He knew Ginny's family loved her, so why would she hide something this important from them?

"That's not it at all. I will tell them, but when I'm ready. I love my family and I know they love me, but I still have insecurities. I don't know how my parents think of homosexuality. Will they still love me? Will things be awkward? Until I have solid answers to these questions I will not tell them. And I'm not ashamed of who I am or the fact that I love Luna; I'm just not sure I want to broadcast that to the world. It's not shame, it's fear."

Draco was rather shocked. Ginny had been honest with him and even admitted what could be a potential weakness to him. Either she was really naïve, which Harry told him she wasn't, or she really considered him a friend.

He wasn't really sure when he had moved, but he had somehow migrated to standing right in front of Ginny with his hands on her shoulders.

"I'm sorry for making it sound that way. I was just curious."

Before Ginny could say anything to make the moment even sappier, the door opened.

Sirius Black stepped through, looking extremely tired. The man had gotten very little sleep lately, between keeping Remus from slaughtering the Dursley's and keeping himself from doing the same thing. On top of that, he was reading up on all sorts of books about mental health and therapy for torture victims. He was determined to be there for Harry, if and when he had "recovery problems of the mental type," as named by the Twins. This house was also causing problems; it was bringing up too many memories.

"Hey, kids. Could you, you know, let me have some alone time with Harry?" Sirius grinned a grin that seemed forced. Ginny grabbed her homework and books, before leaving with Luna and Draco.

Sirius watched the kids file out before carefully sitting down on Harry's bed-couch-cot-thing. Poppy had enlarged a couch to keep him on comfortably, and no one dared to move him. The kids didn't know it, but Harry was very close to death. No one understood that he was fine now, stable, but his soul just seemed to be withering away. Like sand through fingers.

Sirius was scared. He didn't want to lose Harry; he was like the son he wished he and Remus could have. But of course the Ministry was full of prejudiced fuck heads, so that was never going to happen.

"Hey kiddo, it's your godfather. I know I haven't really been speaking to you lately…it's because I've been locked away with Remus. We've both been…angry. Not at you, of course, but at the Dursley's. Angry is an understatement. We both want to take a page out of the Dark Lord's book and torture them into insanity then death, but enough about me." Sirius gave a choked sound that could've been a chuckle in another life.

"I miss you, kiddo. A lot has been going on. I miss hearing your voice, seeing your calm smile, your singing, hell, I even miss that slightly depressed look in your eyes. Guess I know what that look is from now, huh?" Sirius sighed here, starting to card his fingers through Harry's hair.

"Why didn't you tell any of us what they were doing to you? I knew you were happy when I asked you to come live with me, but I never thought…that's beside the point. You did tell Hermione and Ron, though, but you made them swear you an oath. Mad-eye was proud of you for the idea, but pissed that you used it to keep something that bad from people who could help you. We could have helped you, Harry. We all care very much for you." Sirius stood up, looking down at Harry.

"Wake up soon, kiddo. School starts in a few days and I wanna talk to you before you have to leave." He reached down to move Harry's bangs away from his forehead, exposing the lighting bolt to the world.

"I love you, Kiddo."

Sirius had his hand on the doorknob when he heard it. A soft sound forming words.

"Sirius." He whipped around to look at Harry in shock, surprise, hope, and joy. Harry's tired green eyes looked at him.

"I love you, too."

Sirius had Harry in his arms before he knew what was happening, yelling in happiness, 'He's awake and alive.'

Eventually his yelling brought Poppy, who alerted the rest of the Order and the students there that Harry was awake and well.

A/N: Okay, this took FOREVER for me to write becasue it just wouldn't work with me. So, Hope you enjoyed reading this chapter.

Reveiws would be nice...I might be pursuaded to update faster that way...